Who is Jacob Bigelow

Jacob Bigelow (February 27, 1787 – January 10, 1879) was an American physician, botanist and botanical illustrator. He was architect of Mount Auburn Cemetery in Cambridge, Massachusetts (in which he is interred), husband to Mary Scollay, and the father of physician Henry Jacob Bigelow. The standard author abbreviation Bigelow is used to indicate this person as the author when citing a botanical name.

Biography

Bigelow was born in Sudbury, Massachusetts, on February 27, 1787 (other sources say 1786). He was the son of Jacob Bigelow, a Congregational minister, and Elizabeth (Wells) Bigelow. He entered Harvard College at the age of sixteen, received an A.B. in 1806, and then attended medical lectures given by John Gorham at the Boston Latin School. In 1808 he left ...
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  • Par Avium
    Two little birds were sitting on a stone,
    One flew away and then there was one,
    T' other flew away and then there was none,
    So the poor stone was left all alone. ...
  • Grumbo Gigas
    Fee! faw! fum!
    I smell the blood of an Englishman.
    Dead or alive, I will have some.
    ...
  • Mors Turdo-galli
    Who killed Cock Robin?
    I, says the sparrow;
    With my bow and arrow,
    I killed Cock Robin. ...
  • Homunculus Et Puellula
    There was a little man,
    And he wooed a little maid,
    And he said, Little maid, will you wed wed wed?
    I have little more to say, ...
  • Felis In Fidibus
    Heigh diddle diddle,
    The cat and the fiddle,
    The cow jumped over the moon.
    The little dog laughed ...
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Dejection: An Ode
 by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Late, late yestreen I saw the new moon,
With the old moon in her arms;
And I fear, I fear, my master dear!
We shall have a deadly storm.
Ballad of Sir Patrick Spence.

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