I live in Maine, the northernmost state on the eastern seaboard of the United States. Beautiful, rugged, and remote, the landscape is not without its charms. It’s fishing and timber industries have kept the locals occupied for centuries, and some have had a hand in shaping world history, including that of the modern Middle East, in unexpected ways. The one that has fascinated me the most is Cyrus Hamlin, the man in the picture above.
Cyrus is a descendant of Huguenots who eventually found their way to Maine when the state was still part of Massachusetts. His grandfather was awarded a farming plot in Waterford in compensation for his service during the Revolutionary War. His father, also Cyrus, died soon after he was born in 1811, but the boy grew up in a solid Maine household and got a good education. One of his teachers was Ralph Waldo Emerson’s aunt, herself a Transcendentalist scholar. Because he was not suited for farming, Cyrus left at the age of 16 to work in a jewelry shop in Portland. While making silver spoons, he discovered religion and was invited to join the ministry. His church raised money and sent him to Bridgton Academy to get an education in the classics before he enrolled at Bowdoin College. It was during this time that he put together a steam engine when he found out that Maine had none. After graduation, he entered the Bangor Theological Seminary and made what he thought was “the first prohibitory law address” in Maine on behalf of the Penobscot Temperance Society.
In both schools, Cyrus demonstrated ample leadership skills and an impeccable moral compass. After being ordained as a minister at the Payson Church in Portland in 1838, he was sent to Turkey to do missionary work. He wasted no time in founding a seminary for Armenians. He translated textbooks of philosophy and arithmetic and tried to instill Maine habits of self-reliance in his poor Turkish students. He attached an industrial annex to the seminary believing that “a certain degree of industrial education is desirable in all schools of learning.” He fought men who abused their children and women publicly and threatened to have them arrested if they didn’t desist. He helped the unemployed set up businesses, like making and selling mousetraps. He established the first modern bakery in Constantinople when he found out that an old law permitted foreigners to own their mills and bakeries. Florence Nightingale, the patron saint of nursing, liked the bread he sold at British military hospitals during the Crimean War.
Cyrus’s activities, including the way he educated his students, brought him in conflict with his employer, the American Board of Commissioners for Foreign Missions (ABCFM), so he resigned in 1860. By that time, he had been in contact with Christopher R. Robert of New York regarding founding a college in Constantinople, one that is open to all ethnic groups in the region. He returned to Boston to raise $100,000 for the college, but was denied access to the Congregational churches of the city. Professors at Harvard College, however, were supportive. He raised $13,000 before the Civil War broke out.
Cyrus had no choice but to return to Constantinople to start building with the money Robert and he raised and wait for the war to end. He bought land with a good supply of rock and overcame much resistance from Catholics (the Russians, too, tried to keep Protestants out). His advisory committee objected to the name of “American College” because it was “too much tainted with democracy.” In fact, the committee objected to all names until, in desperation, Cyrus proposed the nondescript name of Robert College. The advisory committee approved instantly. Mr. Robert protested, but it was too late. The college was eventually placed under the protection of the United States and was allowed to fly a US flag.
During a tour to raise money for an endowment, Cyrus had a falling out with Mr. Robert and was forced to stay in the United States. He went back to Bangor to teach at the seminary, then to Portland to live with his nephew, and, while there, was made an offer at the Portland train station to be president of the deeply troubled Middlebury College in Vermont. He accepted and spent five years turning that institution around and setting it on a healthier footing before he retired to live in Lexington, Massachusetts. When an old friend organized a reception for him at the Massachusetts House, he received many expressions of appreciation and gratitude. A man from Portland wrote: “Lexington seems both naturally and historically selected as the happy retreat of a veteran, who has most signally illustrated, at home and abroad, in peace and in war, the prompt initiative, versatile genius, and philanthropic spirit of your time-honored town—and of our common civilization.” Another admirer from North Woburn recalled thinking of Hamlin “as a man of all trades: inventor, genius, courtier, manager, agitator, peacemaker; and I hardly know what not besides! And yet always and everywhere the disciple of Him who ‘went about doing good’; and, amid all forms of error, superstition, and corruption, the fearless preacher of righteousness.”
The college Hamlin founded graduated leaders who shaped their nation’s history and created the foundations of the modern Middle East. Today, when I was invited by one Cyrus’s descendants, Sally Leahy, a librarian at the McArthur Library in Biddeford, to give a talk about America and the Middle East, I made sure to mention her ancestor’s life, which is well recorded in the autobiography she kindly loaned me, My Life and Times. The photo above is also courtesy of hers.