One of the sons of Edward Bromfield was born in Boston and for many years did business
there as a merchant and afterwards in London in connection with his brother Thomas. He
returned to Boston before the war of the Revolution and removed to Harvard Mass in 1765
where he lived for more than fifty years, respected and loved by all who knew him. He died
at the advanced age of 92 years. He married Sept 17 1749, Margaret Fayerweather, daughter
of Thomas Fayerweather
Henry Bromfield, for many years an eminent merchant in Boston, his native town. After its evacuation by the British, he with his family, (children of his first wife, his second wife and their daughter Elizabeth) to Harvard to a farm which had attracted his notice by its picturesque situation which he purchased from the Rev Mr. Secomb. There he resided upward of 40 years, 35 of which he was a widower.
" My Grandfather was the best specimen of " the old school " that I ever knew refined and gentle in his affection a perfect gentleman. I can see him now in his large powdered wig, his square brown coat and vest with broad pockets and lapels, small black clothes, nice silk stockings, silver buckle and gold headed caneas he walked up the Ave. to church under the Shade of its old stately elms; - How delighted he was to see me, he would pat me on the head, tell me some humorous story of olden time and load me with fruit. Many of my happiest times I passed with him. All of the townspeople venerated the Colonel, as they called him, they waited for him at the church till he passed in and they would not leave it again till he had gone out. Good old man; we shall never see the likes of him again. The age of " Suaveter in modo " has gone by. He enjoyed uninterrupted health until the last month of his life he had fine spirits, was always cheerful, pleasant and contented, was more remarkable as upward of the last 25 years of his life was spent in entire solitude, excepting occasionally a visit from his friends and relations. I thank God that I have been permitted to see and know thee. It makes me think better of human nature.
From the Journal of Henry Bromfield Rogers