
Adding greatly to the prosperity of the tavern was the construction of the New Bedford and Bridgewater Turnpike linking what is now Lakeville with Boston. The new roadway (now Route 18) was constructed following 1807 and provided a more direct and slightly less arduous route between Boston and New Bedford. Likely due to the prospect of increased traffic, the Sampsons operated a store in the north portion of the structure for a time.
At the time, the stage journey between New Bedford and Boston took eleven hours, with a number of companies offering service. Watson and Gale’s stages left New Bedford on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays at 4 a. m., while those of Abraham Russell departed at 5 a. m. Additionally, Elias Sampson is said to have operated his own stage line which ran from a stable on Union Street in New Bedford to Boston. “The stages would arrive at Sampson’s in time for a substantial breakfast; returning they would reach the tavern about noon time.” To assist passengers in alighting, located “just in front of the house [were] the high brick steps, where the stage coaches drew up in the olden days.” In addition to passenger traffic, seven baggage trains consisting of merchandise and other general goods passing between Boston and New Bedford stopped at the tavern each week.
Growth


Sampson’s Tavern was the most prominent establishment in the vicinity, and a landmark known to all. In fact, the inn was used as a point from which to measure distances to other communities, such as New Bedford. Part of the notoriety of the tavern stemmed from the important social role which it played as a gathering place for the exchange of news as well as the site of numerous social functions. The tavern assumed a less publicized role when it sheltered a captured French naval crew in the early 1800s in order to protect them from harm.
A Yankee captain once put a prize crew aboard a captured French brig, taken at a time early in the 19th century, when there came near being a war between this country and France. The captain and crew were landed at New Bedford and because of the feeling against them they were taken secretly to the Lakeville house and there quartered until they could be sent to the French consul in Boston. ["Historic Country House in Lakeville for Sale", Middleboro Gazette, May 7, 1909, p. 5]

There was a brighter side to their story, for they told of the cordial daily greetings of Elias, Elias, Jr., Charles, or Uriah, proprietors through 54 years. They spoke of the pleasant days in May, or in the bright September weather, when they could hear their passengers chattering pleasantly together; making new friends, discussing the news of the day with their fellow travelers, as so graphically described to us by William W. Crapo. With a favored passenger beside him on his seat, the long road shortened and the driver’s task lost its sense of labor.
The baggage wagon horses could have told the story: for them no trotting smartly to the tavern door for a quick exchange of horses, but of pulling heavy loads over the long sandy roads, urged on by cruel whips and harsh words, with only an occasional rest in the comfortable stalls of the tavern barns.
These were the days when the tavern was full of guests, New Bedford was seeing prosperous whaling days and Sampson’s was the scene of many a frolic. The husking bees and the quilting bees of earlier times gave way to dancing and wedding feasts, there were skating and sleighing parties. Instead of the beads and wampum belts, and the wedding dance in the open air before the wigwams of the Indians; these dances, the men in broadcloth coats, the ladies in gowns of silk, ornamental with beads and rings of gold, lasted the long nights through, dancing the waxened floor, to the music of violins.
A former bell boy tells of hurrying up the stairs, carrying refreshments to the guests, when one of the row of bells in the bar room rang; of setting pins in the bowling alley and of stepping nimbly aside when all went crashing down before a well directed ball; of the days when the circus halted there, the circus men, the trained animals and the horses, filling the tavern and barns, to the profit of the tavern-keeper and to the delight of all the boys around.
There was rowing by moonlight on the pond; sailing parties were in vogue. To row over and see the Indians on the Indian shore was a never-failing entertainment for the tavern guests. The Indians would sell their brooms and ornamental baskets: dressed in native costumes they would show their treasures and their ornaments and boast of their ancestors.


Hunting was also a popular pastime, with game such as fox, birds, and rabbits being eagerly sought. Others, however, came simply to observe the natural surroundings. Henry David Thoreau, in the company of his friend, New Bedford historian Daniel Ricketson, visited the tavern in 1855, curious to explore the natural and Native American history of the area. “Rode to Sampson’s in Middleborough” on a cloudy second of October Thoreau recorded in his journal. Undoubtedly, the naturalist and historian refreshed themselves prior to embarking upon the exploration of the Middleborough ponds.
We reached the banks of the - Assawampsett, largest of this cluster of lakes, about, a half hour before sunset. A very picturesque and comfortable country tavern stands upon a neck of land between this and Long Pond, and here, my friend, who had frequented the spot for fishing, proposed to halt for the night. The number of gigs in the barn yard, however, and the quantity of young ladies and gentlemen promenading in the neighborhood, prepared us for the regrets of the landlord, (the writer's father), that he had not a bed disengaged. There were no less than three riding parties driven from the neighboring towns to Assawampsett to sail, fish, sup and pass the night and return in the-morning, and to their primitive pleasures we were obliged of course to yield feather and coverlid. A cup of tea, and a dish of fried pickerel was the landlord's offer in the way of consolation, and while that was preparing we mounted a hill in the rear of the house, from which the sheet of water on either side could be seen to advantage. The setting sun felicitously broke through at the moment of our ascent to the top, and showed us the panorama in gold. Probably it never appeared more beautiful. A single sail was on the larger lake but with that exception the two bodies of water looked like two breathless mirror dropped in the wilderness, and overshadowed on all sides by leaf-covered hills.
It was a spot to stay in and explore. I cannot conceive indeed a more charming retreat than Lake Assawampsett would be for a, city family that wanted only comfort and boundless seclusion. Its tavern used to be the chief stopping place on the road between Taunton and New Bedford in, the days of stage coaches and it is a spacious old house buried in trees, its vocation somewhat staggered by the railroad, but its landlord genial looking, its surroundings ample and its bread and batter of an exemplary excellence. Our horse came around to the door with a willingness that was a reliable oatsometer and, satisfied that we had the six quarts duly generating power in our locomotive, we pushed off into the twilight toward Taunton.

The operation, no longer owned by the Sampsons, seems to have entered a period of decline. The Namasket Gazette in 1856 noted that while the hotel had formerly "been a place of much resort for parties of pleasure ... of late years it has passed into other hands and is no longer attractive to visitors. This we consider as a public misfortune, and it is hoped that so beautiful a summer resort may at some not distant time be re-opened under new and more favorable auspices." ["The Middleboro Ponds", Namasket Gazette, September 12, 1856, p. 1].

Nor did the earlier admonition by Gazette editor Stillman Pratt that the hotel avoid dispensing hard liquor appear to have been heeded by Carpenter. In April, 1866, "State Constable Morse of East Bridgewater, and Dep. Sheriff Kingman of Bridgewater, [made] a raid in Middleboro and Lakeville, and on Thursday, Mr. Carpenter of the Sampson House and Prince Penniman, were arraigned before Justice Pickens for violation of the liquor laws. They were both found guilty, fined and sentenced." At the time of the building's demolition in 1912, there still remained in the attic a secret hiding place for liquor. It was "a secret cabinet hidden behind a slide that is moved only by pressure on a spring".
The Perry Family

Perry enjoyed the summer estate at Assawompsett with his wife, Susan (Rawson) Perry whom he had wed in 1897, and became a prominent seasonal resident of Lakeville. In 1903, largely through the influence of Perry, the Lakeville Public Library was founded. During the winter of 1908-09, Perry spent time at Lakeville "in hopes of regaining his health", but following a decline in his health which confined him to his New Bedford home, Perry died in March, 1909. An inventory of his estate filed with the Bristol County Probate Court following his death valued his Lakeville estate at $12,000.
Sale of the Tavern Property

Ultimately, the property was acquired by the City of Taunton which sought the parcel for water resource protection purposes. The City had no interest in the historic structure, and so demolished it. The old Sampson tavern, a landmark for years, has been demolished by the water department of the city of Taunton which recently acquired the property. The lumber has been disposed of to parties who are to use it in erecting houses and it is stated that but $200 was received from this source, this leaving Taunton with only the land for the amount paid for the property, about $5,000. ["Lakeville", Middleboro Gazette, January 12, 1912, p. 5]. Among the items salvaged were some of the stone steps which Sidney T. Nelson rescued for use in his bungalow then under construction on Court End Avenue in Middleborough.
Sources:
Brockton Enterprise, March 19, 1909
Middleboro Gazette
Middleborough Historical Association, unidentified newspaper clipping
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