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At Barrington Head, Nova Scotia 



At Old Meeting House, Thursday, 18th July, 1912 



To Edmund Doane and Elizabeth Osborn 
Myrick Paine, his wife 


Friday, 19th July, 1912 

News Publishing Co. Ltd. 
Truro. N. S. 




Frontispiece — View of Monument - - - 

Circular __------- 5 

Doane Reunion To Dedicate Edmund-Elizabeth Doane Monu- 
ment _________ 7 

Memorial Service — Order of Exercises - 9 

Opening Remarks by Herbert L. Doane, Secretary-Treasurer 10 
Remarks by Chairman — Rev. J. S. Coffin - - - - 12 

Papers and Addresses: — 

Edmund and Elizabeth Doane by Alfred Alder Doane 15 

Prefatory Remarks by Benj. H. Doane 25 

Address: All Brothers — Benj. H. Doane - - - 26 

Home Sweet Home ------- 31 

Old Meeting House by Herbert L. and Frank A. Doane 32 

Poetry, Settlement of Barrington — By Thos. W. Watson 40 

Memorial Boulder and Tablet _____ 42 

Resolution --_-_____ 44 

Reunion Banquet — Toasts etc., - pages 45 to 58 

List of Contributors ____- -.-38 

To our Kinsmen and Friends - - - - - -61 


The following Circular was sent out to all of the parties 
interested whose names and addresses could be obtained: 

To the Descendants of Edmund and Elizabeth Osborn Doane in Canada 
and elsewhere. 

Greeting: — These our ancestors, lie buried in unmarked 
graves in the graveyard by the venerable "Old Meeting 
House" at Barrington Head, Nova Scotia. 

Edmund Doane, born at Eastham, Massachusetts, 
April 20, 1718, a great grandson of Deacon John Doane, 
was one of the Pioneers of Barrington and bore a leading 
part in the affairs of the early settlement. Elizabeth Os- 
born, his wife, the Grandmother of John Howard Payne, 
author of "Home, Sweet Home," was a woman of superior 
ability, character and charm. 

Their descendants are very numerous and widely scat- 
tered, many of them now bearing the names Coffin, Sar- 
gent, Wilson, Harding, Homer, Crowell, Knowles, Nicker- 
son, and many others of the early settlers of the township. 

A number of their descendants have felt it a duty to 
make some move to mark, in an appropriate manner, the 
last resting place of Edmund and Elizabeth Doane. Ac- 
cordingly a Committee of four has been appointed to have 
charge of the work, and this Committee proposes to erect 
in the old graveyard at the Head, a memorial stone, with 
bronze tablet bearing a suitable inscription. If satisfactory 
arrangements can be completed, the Memorial will be un- 
veiled, with some public ceremony, in the summer of 1912. 

Your contribution to the Memorial Fund and your 
co-operation in the work, are now necessary to make this 
undertaking a grand success. 

If sufficient money be provided a pamphlet will be 
issued containing a report of the proceedings of the dedi- 
cation, the names of all contributors to the fund, a cut of 
the stone and tablet and of the "Old Meeting House." 

Any contribution, however small, will be thankfully 
received and promptly acknowledged. 


Kindly let us hear from you at an early date with 
such assistance or suggestions as you think proper. 

Please send your money and pledges to the Secretary- 
Treasurer, Mr. Herbert L. Doane, Truro, Nova Scotia. 

Alfred Alder Doane, 

53 Cleaveland Ave., Everett, Mass. 

F. W. W. Doane, 

City Engineer, Halifax, N. S. 


Editor Coast Guard, Clark's Harbor, N. S. 

Herbert L. Doane, 
September, 1911. Secy " Treasurer - Trur °' N - s - 



To Dedicate Edmund-Elizabeth Doane Monument, 
18th July, 1912. 

Following the issuance of a general circular to a large 
number of the family connexion, the Committee formed 
for the Doane Reunion, being encouraged by the response 
thereto, proceeded with their work, arranged with the 
Trustees of St. John Church, Barrington Head, for the 
use of that building, issued invitations, and the Memorial 
Service to dedicate the monument to Edmund Doane and 
his wife, Elizabeth Osborn Myrick Paine, was therefore 
most appropriately held on the 18th July, 1912, in that 
venerable and historic old Meeting House. 

The day was a perfect one, in fact the only fine, clear 
day out of a week of fog and rain. 

Representatives of the family were present from dif- 
ferent States of the Union, and from various parts of this 
Province with a goodly number of residents of Barrington 
and vicinity who filled the house to overflowing. 

Among those who came to this gathering from abroad 
were the following: Rev. and Mrs. Joseph S. Coffin, Petite 
Riviere; Mr. and Mrs. Arthur H. Smith, their daughters, 
Miss Rosalie Smith and Mrs. Eugene Mosher, and Mr'. 
Mosher, of Truro; Mr. and Mrs. Arnold Doane and daugh- 
ter, Yonkers, N. Y. ; Miss Minnie Doane, Mr. and Mrs. 
Herbert L. Doane and family, Mr. and Mrs. Frank 
Doane, Mr. and Mrs. John W. Doane, Truro, Miss Sophia 
J. Coffin, who has been five years at mission work in South 
Africa; Mr. and Mrs. Percy Sargent, Amherst; Mr. Benj. 
Doane and family, New York; Mrs. James Lewis and 
daughter, Miss Florence Lewis, Yarmouth; Mr. Geo. H. 
Doane, Swampscott, Mass; Mr. and Mrs. Walter M. 
Doane and daughter, Jersey City; Mrs. William Dexter, 
of Shelburne; and Mr. George A. Crowell and daughter, 
Miss Edna Crowell, of Port La Tour. 


The oldest member of the family present was Mrs. 
Irene Kendrick, of Barrington Passage, who celebrated 
her 94th birthday the previous day. 

Among those present there were great grand children 
of Edmund and Elizabeth, and also descendants of the 
fifth, sixth and seventh generation, the latter being in the 
tenth generation from the earliest New England ancestor, 
Deacon John Doane, and in the twelfth generation from 
their Pilgrim ancestor, Elder William Brewster, who came 
in "The Mayflower" in 1620. 



Order of Exercises. 
Opening remarks by Herbert L. Doane, Truro, N. S. 
Remarks by Chairman, Rev. J. S. Coffin, Petite Riviere 

N. S. - 

Scripture Reading: Selections from Hebrews XI, Rev. 
F. Friggens, Barrington. 

Prayer— Rev. F. Friggens. 

Music— "Land of Our Fathers." 

Paper— "Edmund and Elizabeth Doane." Prepared by 
Alfred Alder Doane, author of the "Doane Genealogy," 
Everett, Mass. Read by Walter M. Doane, of Jersev 
City, N. J. . 

Music— "Our Hardy Ancestors of Yore." 

Address-"A11 Brothers— Both Sides of the Line," Ben- 

jamin Hervey Doane, of New York. 
Music— "Home, Sweet Home." 
Paper-"The Old Meeting House at Barrington Head." 

Prepared by Herbert L. Doane and Frank A. Doane 

of Truro, N. S. Read by the latter. 

Poetry— "Settlement of Barrington," by Thomas W. Wat- 
son, of Barrington. 

Resolutions and Announcements. 

God Save the King. 

Benediction, Rev. F. Friggens. 

At the Boulder. 
Tablet unveiled by Capt. Seth Coffin Doane. 
Prayer— Rev. J. S. Coffin. 
Organist— Miss Florence Rosalie Smith. 

All the above papers and addresses will be found in full in the 
following pages. 



Herbert L. Doane. 

Ladies and Gentlemen: — We have no apology to offer 
for having called you together to this place to-day, but 
probably a few words in explanation of the causes which 
have led up to this meeting may not be out of place. 

About two years ago, in conversation with a friend 
who takes an interest in the history of Shelburne County, 
my attention was drawn to a statement in one of our Pro- 
vincial Histories, "that Elizabeth Osborn Doane — the 
Grandmother of John Howard Payne — author of "Home 
Sweet Home," was buried in an unmarked grave in the 
burying ground adjoining this Old Meeting House at 
Barrington." He suggested that a spot of such general in- 
terest should be marked, and the fact made known. I 
felt it my duty to see what could be done. Acting upon 
this idea, the suggestion was passed along to a few mem- 
bers of the family whom I thought would be interested, 
with such encouraging results that I decided to go ahead, 
and start a fund for the purpose. 

This gathering to-day is the outcome, our object being 
to unveil the monument in the adjoining grounds, erected 
to the memory of our ancestor and ancestress Edmund 
and Elizabeth Doane, the latter being the grandmother of 
John Howard Payne. 

The boulder for this memorial was taken from the old 
homestead where Edmund Dcane first settled, and where 
he lived for a number of years, and now the beautiful 
home of Mr. Robert D. Doane, a descendant of thp fifth 

We believe it is right thus to honor our dead We 
believe it is wise thus to preserve our local historical 
records, because it is only by studying the history o f the 
past that we can learn to live aright in the present. 

To add to the interest of the occasion we have here 
to-day a number of interesting relics: First, this ancient 
and well worn Bible, which belonged to our Edmund, on 
the fly leaf of which is written, "Edmund Doane, his 
book. Bought in New England whilst he lived there 1757;" 
and this old Pestle with which Elizabeth Doane compound- 
ed her herbs and prepared her remedies when attending to 
the sick in this community. These were kindly loaned for 


this occasion by Mrs. Lydia Shaw, of Sydney, C. B., a 
great grand daughter of Edmund and Elizabeth. Here, 
too, are the old Tongs with which they stirred the fire and 
adjusted the back log in the old-fashioned fireplace. These 
were kindly loaned by Mrs. Thomas Powell, another great 
grand daughter; and through the courtesy of Mrs. Capt. 
Murray Doane, we have this neatly executed and beauti- 
ful copy of the Doane Coat of Arms. My thanks are due 
to many of you here for your assistance and words of en- 
couragement. Our thanks are due to many others who 
have helped us and who through business pressure and for 
other reasons are unable to be with us. Our thanks are 
also due to some who were interested in this work but 
who without seeing its completion have gone on before to 
join the great majority. 

My dear friend and my father's friend, the late Prof. 
Arnold Doane, so well known as the authority on matters 
of local history, wrote me kind words of encouragement, 
endorsing the plan, but suggesting that many others of 
the Pioneers of equal worth should be equally honored, a 
suggestion which I hope some one may carry to comple- 
tion later on. 

Mrs. Sarah Smith was another who took a deep inter- 
est in the work, and who contributed to our fund, hoping 
to greet us here this summer. I think my letter of ac- 
knowledgement had hardly reached her when she, too, 
passed over to the great beyond. 

• Mr. Alfred A. Doane, of Everett, Mass., the family his- 
torian, expected to be with us, but at the last moment 
circumstances arose which prevented. He has, however, 
prepared for us a valuable paper, which will be read here 

We have with us to-day the Rev'd Joseph Shaw Coffin, 
a descendant of Thos. Doane, but also of Elizabeth Os- 
born Doane. He has kindly consented to take the chair 
and will now take charge of the proceedings. 



Rev. J. S. Coffin, Petite Riviere, N. S. 

While I appreciate very highly the courtesy which 
has placed me in the chair on this most interesting occa- 
sion, I must express my personal regret that my esteemed 
friend, who it was first hoped would conduct the exercises 
of the function upon which we enter, has desired a more 
quiet relation thereto. I refer to Daniel Sargent, Esq., a 
gentleman whom we all delight to honor, not only because 
of the presence in him of every quality to be desired in a 
neighbor, a business man and a Christian citizen, but also 
because of the name he bears— a name which away back 
in the dreamy years of the childhood of the oldest of us 
here present and all adown the intervening time, is sugges- 
tive of memories ever to be revered and cherished. 

The occasion which brings us together is, in its various 
conditions, marked by an intensity of interest rarely ex- 
perienced, and that I may safely say has never been felt 
heretofore by any of us here present. When in old time, 
Joshua, the great captain of the Lord's host, had brought 
his people safely over the bed of the Jordan, by the word of 
the Lord he directed that twelve stones should be taken 
from the river's bed and solemnly placed upon the hither 
side, as a memorial of the good hand of the Lord that had 
in so marked a manner been upon them for good, and 
whose promise to them had never failed. It is under the 
inspiration of emotions not unlike to those which actuated 
him, that we gather here to-day to mark by word and 
deed the good and gracious providence of the God of our 
fathers, in the way by which He lead them through the 
varied and trying experiences through which they were 
called to pass; and let us hope — as Joshua's people did 
— to enter into solemn covenant with our fathers' God — 
"The Lord our God will we serve, and Him will we obey." 

I am unable to enter into the discussion of the genea- 
logical details naturally arising on such an occasion as this; 
and I must frankly confess that I have no especial taste or 
fitness for this line of investigation. Perhaps there is a 
degree of^ risk in gratifying one's family pride by pushing 
back one's family record to a remote period in history. 
The danger is, that one may unexpectedly come under the 
humiliating shadows of a gallows, or of some record not 
calculated to inspire gratulatjon of any special warmth. 


I am informed that the family history which this celebra- 
tion brings to the front, is not entirely destitute of such 
episodes, although they will be found to have originated 
from conditions which are our glory rather than our shame. 

One fact is certain, — the race of men and women to 
whom we look as our forebears, is one of whom we have 
no need to be ashamed, rather may we reverently thank 
God for the record they have left for the emulation of us, 
their descendants. They toiled faithfully and well. They 
bore the burden and heat of the day, and they rest from 
their labors; and may we not believe that they smile lov- 
ingly upon us to-day from amidst the mists that skirt the 
unknown sea over which they have long since faded from 
our earthly ken. They rest from their labors; and God 
grant that their works shall follow them in the life and 
labors of faithful, Godfearing men and women, their de- 
scendants, until time shall be no more. For to be cold 
and motionless in the graves which shield their honored 
dust, is not the end of existence to such as they were. 
The graves where repose the ashes of many of these to 
whom we would devoutly pay our pious pilgrimage this day 
may long since have faded away from all earthly recog- 
nition; but even so, the lofty and heroic spirits which an- 
imated and sustained those who at last were laid away to 
sleep there, these can never die. 

''These shall resist the empire of decay 

"When time is o'er and worlds have passed away. 

If I may be allowed a reference of a more personal 
character, before addressing myself to the duties indicated 
by this program that has been committed to my charge, 
I would say, that my return to this place, after an absence 
of so many years, has awakened within me emotions of a 
peculiarly tender character. Long continued separation 
from the home of one's childhood, and the never ceasing 
pressure of the most important and solemn obligations 
that can come into a human life, may seem, even to one's 
own consciousness, to have lessened the fervor with which, 
in the long-ago years, one sang of "Home, Sweet Home," but 
it does not take many days of the renewal of association 
with old scenes, and the faces of the friends of long ago, 
to revive the precious memories of the past, and to set the 
old love of home tugging at one's heart strings. Such are 
the emotions that stir in my soul this day, as I stand here 
amongst you in dear old Barrington. For here I was born. 
Here I was born again into the Kingdom of Jesus Christ. 


In yonder pew of this venerated old church, fifty-five 
years ago, I reached my first real resolve to give my "heart 
and life to Him who died to redeem me. Here it was that 
were made my first attempts to preach the Gospel of the 
Son of God. The dearest ties that can entwine around a 
human life have blessed me here; and to-day I could de- 
voutly wish, that when my earthly pilgrimage ends— 
wherever that shall come— my dust might be brought 
back here and laid away to the last sleep, that therefrom, 
if it please God, there might spring, if only some simple 
wild flower, to adorn the bosom of the land I love so well. 


With Notes on Others of the Barrington Grantees. 

Alfred Alder Doane, Everett, Mass. 

Read by Walter Murray Doane, Jersey City, N. J. 

The French were expelled from Nova Scotia in the 
autumn of 1755. Their lands, thus vacated, were thrown 
open to immigrant settlers — farms, whole townships were 
thus thrown on the market. 

In 1757 Governor Lawrence writes of having received 
"application from a number of substantial persons in New 
England for lands to settle at or near Cape Sable," and the 
Governor's stirring Proclamation for settlers, the following 
year, found ready response in various parts of New 

The Islands of Nantucket, the towns of Chatham, 
Eastham, Harwich, etc., in Massachusetts, were then in- 
habited by whalemen, fishermen, farmers, coast-wise 
traders— all sturdy, fearless men who knew how to plough 
the sea as well as the land, men who knew how to win 
something from the sandy soil of Cape Cod, but better 
how to win from the fishing grounds of the 
Grand Banks. So on Governor Lawrence's invitation 
these men decided to make up a company and cross over 
to the Cape Sable District for a permanent settlement. 

After several ineffectual attempts at settlement, a 
grant of a township was made Dec. 4, 1767, to 84 heads 
of families, mostly from Cape Cod and Nantucket. 

I have not a copy of the old grant, but I might as 
well here give the names of all who appear in the division 
of the grant, according to our township "Record of First 
Division of Main Lands begun January 7, 1768:" 

Samuel Hamilton, Thomas Lincoln, Nathan Kenney, 
Thomas Doane, Thomas Crowell, Elkanah Smith, Reu- 
ben Cohoon, Samuel Knowles, Anson Kendrick, David 
Smith, Simeon Crowell, Eldad Nickerson, Solomon Ken- 
drick, Jr., Richard Nickerson, Henry Wilson, Elisha 
Hopkins, Thomas Crowell, Judah Crowell, Sr., Judah 
Crowell, Jr., Stephen Nickerson, Solomon Smith, Jr., heirs 
of Jonathan Crowell, Joshua Nickerson, Solomon Smith, 
Sr., Heman Kenney, Archelaus Smith, Samuel Wood, 
Isaac King, Nathaniel Smith, Sr., Jabez Walker, Theodore 


Harding, Lemuel Crosby, Edmund Doane, Joshua Atwood, 
Solomon Kendrick, John Clements, John Porter, Joshua 
Snow, Jonathan Smith, Prince Nickerson, Robert Laskey, 
Wm. Laskey, Daniel Hibbard, Jonathan Clark, John 
Swaine, Benjamin Gardner, Jonathan Worth, John Coffin, 
Isaac Annable, Elijah Swaine, Shubael Folger, Jonathan 
Pinkham, Benjamin Folger, Solomon Gardner, James 
Bunker, Thomas West, Barnabas Baker, Thomas Smith, 
Nathan Snow, Chapman Swaine, Joseph Swaine, Nathaniel 
Smith, Jr., David Crowell, Jonathan Crowell, Jr., Enoch 
Barry, Samuel Osborn, George Fish, Jonathan Clark, Jr., 
Edmund Clark, Henry Tracy, Prince Freeman, Richard 
Worth, Zaccheus Gardner, John Davis, Simeon Bunker 
Phillip Brown, Peleg Coffin, Sacco Barnes, Timothy 

The great interest in Nova Scotia aroused in Massa- 
chusetts by the Proclamation of 1758 was no doubt largely 
due to the previous knowledge these people had of Nova 
Scotia lands and Nova Scotia waters. Many of those 
settlers had actually taken part in the tragedy of the ex- 
pulsion of the "Neutrals," as the exiled Acadians were 
commonly called, and long before a permanent settlement 
was made here by English speaking people, these Cape 
Cod fishermen had discovered by cruises in their little 
Yankee crafts that fish abounded in these waters. Some 
of those settlers were here, perhaps as early as 1759 or 60. 
Haliburton in his history says: "In the years 1761-2-3 
Barrington was settled by about 80 families from Nan- 
tucket and Cape Cod in Massachusetts. The former came 
here to carry on the whale fishery, but disappointed re- 
turned to Nantucket at the breaking out of the Revolution, 
and others settled in the District of Maine. The latter 
were drawn here by the cod fisheries and continued to 
reside here." 

About one hundred and forty years before these set- 
tlers gained a permanent foothold in this district, the 
Mayflower had landed the Pilgrim Fathers on Plymouth 
Rock. Many of our settlers from Cape Cod were direct 
descendants of the historic Pilgrims. Elisha Hopkins and 
Nathan Snow were descendants of Stephen Hopkins of 
the Mayflower. Nathan and Heman Kenney were pro- 
bably descended from Stephen Hopkins. Edmund Doane, 
was a descendant of Elder William Brewster, the "Chief 
of the Pilgrims." Archelaus Smith also descended from 
Stephen Hopkins. I have not yet closely examined the 


whole list with a view to ascertain just how many of these 
families were descended from the Pilgrim Fathers, but, 
considering the places of their nativity and the intermar- 
riages that occurred on Cape Cod during the first one 
hundred or more years, it must be that by far the greater 
number of our Barrington settlers were of that sturdy 
stock of notable men and women. I venture the state- 
ment that in no other township of equal population in 
America, can there be found to-day so many "May- 
flower Descendants" as are right here in our township of 

Our settlers were, for the most part, a lot of intelli- 
gent, and so far as the times allowed, educated men. The 
handwriting of Benjamin Folger, John Coffin, John Porter, 
Archelaus Smith and others, as the records show, suggests 
that they were men of more than ordinary schooling and 
anything but illiterate. As historian More says of the 
settlers of Liverpool, it cannot be regarded as otherwise 
than fortunate that the settlers of this county were emi- 
grants from a country advanced in civilization, and that 
they were generally distinguished for intelligence and 

I want to offer some genealogical and historical notes 
regarding some of our grantees— notes which may not be 
uninteresting to us and possibly will be of value to some 
future historian and genealogist of Barrington. 

Samuel Hamilton, born 29 March, 1738, son of Daniel 

and Abigail , of Chatham; married 18 Feb, 1761, 

Miriam Kenney, a sister of Sarah, the wife of Thomas 
Crowell, and of Heman and Nathan Kenney, first of 

Nathan Kenney, probably son of Nathan and Mercy 
(Smith), of Chatham. Wife is said to have been Sherah 
Nickerson. Was in Capt. Peter West's Company against 
the French. Removed from Barrington to Little River, 
and descendants now found in Yarmouth County. 

Heman Kenney, brother of preceding; married at 
Chatham, 25 Aug., 1752, Mercy Nickerson, born 7 May, 

1732, daughter of William and Sarah . He was a 

Justice of the Peace and died here 4 Feb., 1775, aged 43 

Thomas Crowell, born Chatham, 27 Oct., 1739, son of 
Dea. Paul 4 and Rebecca (Paine). (Paul 3 , John 2 , John 1 ). 

' (17) 

Married at Chatham, 19 March, 1759, Sarah Kenney, 
sister of the above Miriam Hamilton, and of Heman and 
Nathan Kenney. Abigail Crowell, who married Joseph 
Collins, first of Liverpool, was his father's sister, and 
Jonathan Crowell, who married Anna Collins and settled 
in Liverpool, was his father's brother. 

Thomas Doane, born at Chatham, March, 1737, son of 
Thomas and Sarah (Barnes). (Thomas 3 , Ephraim 2 , John 1 ). 
Married first at Chatham, 4 Oct., 1759, Letitia Eldredge 
who died here July 26, 1766, aged 30 years, acccording to 
her gravestone still standing in this old yard; married sec- 
ond at Eastham, 17 March, 1768, Elizabeth Lewis, widow 
of Solomon Lewis, of Eastham, and the daughter of Mrs. 
Edmund Doane by her first marriage, to Capt. William 
Mynck, He died here 3 May, 1783, aged 46 years. 

David Smith, probably son of David. (Thomas » 

Ralph 1 ). His first wife was Sarah , who died at 

Chatham, 20 March, 1750, aged 28 years. Of their chil- 
dren, Mercy, born 13 May, 1747, married Benjamin 
Bearce, of Chatham, and later of Barrington. David 
married second Thankful (Godfrey) Reynolds, widow of 
John Reynolds, of Chatham and Barrington. He died 
here in 1795, and his widow 26th May, 1815. 

Judah Crowell, Sen., born 6 May, 1703, son of Thomas 
and Elizabeth (Jones); married 16th Sept., 1733, Tabitha 
Nickerson. Of their children, Thomas and Judah, Jr., 
were grantees; Ansel married Jedidah Doane. daughter of 
Edmund first; Eleazer married Mercy Kenney, daughter 
of Heman first. 

Elisha Hopkins, probably a son of Elisha, of Chatham, 
whose widow Experience became the second wife of our 
Samuel Osborn. Carried (intention Chatham, 31 March, 
1^53) Hannah Wing, of Harwich. 

Henry Wilson, said to have been a native of Scotland; 
wife was ^arah Chase. 

Samuel Wood (Rev.), went from Oxford, Mass. to 
Union, Conn., where he bought land in 1745. Married at 
Union, 11 Jan., 1750, Lydia Ripley, born 20 Feb , 1724 
daughter of David and Lydia (Carey). He sold his land 
in Union in 1761 and the same year was minister at the 
church at Chebogue, coming from there to Barrington 
about 1767. He returned to New England, was Chaplain 
m the Revolutionary Army and died in the British prison 


ship Asia; so says Mrs. Annie Arnoux Haxtun in her 
Signers of the Mayflower Compact, Part III, p. 4. Union 
town records show the following children born to Samuel 
and Lydia Wood: Lydia, born 26 March, 1752; Irene, 7 
June, 1754; Faith, 7 June, 1756; Samuel, 12 April, 1758. 
Besides these we know there was a son David who married 
at Barrington, 2 Nov., 1779, Mercy Hopkins, daughter of 
Elisha and Hannah, and became the ancestor of the Wood 
families of this township. 

Joshua Nicker son, married at Chatham, 15 Dec, 1754, 
Esther Ryder. He was son of Caleb and Mary (Godfrey) 
Nickerson, and therefore a brother of Richard Nickerson, 
the Barrington grantee. 

Joshua Snow, brother of Capt. Jabez Snow, who set- 
tled at Granville, Annapolis Co. His wife was Mary 
Doane, born at Eastham, 22nd Feb., 1735, daughter of 
Eleazer and Hannah (Mayo) Doane, first of Roseway, and 
a first cousin of Elizabeth Doane, the wife of his brother, 
Capt. Jabez, of Granville. Joshua died at Barrington. 
His widow is said to have returned to New England to 
live with her married daughter, Phoebe Hallet. They had 
children — Jabez, Melinda, Phoebe, Mary, Joshua married 

Snyder, and Gertrude, who married her cousin, 

William Doane, of Roseway, son of Nathan. 

' Joshua Atwood, of Eastham, born 27 Oct., 1722, son 
of Joseph and Bethia (Crowell). Bethia was sister of 
Elizabeth Crowell, who married Benjamin Homer, the 
father of our John Homer who came to Barrington from 
Boston in July 1775. Joshua married in 1746, Mary 
Knowles, born 20 Jan., 1726, daughter of Paul. Paul 
Knowles was son of Col. John and Mary (Sears). Mary 
Sears was probably a daughter of Paul and Deborah 
(Willard), and this would account for the name Willard as 
found in the Knowles and Atwood families of Cape Cod 
and Barrington. 

Isaac King, son of John and Mary (Bangs), married 
(intention Harwich and Eastham, 26 October, 1751 ) Lydia 
Sparrow, born 26 Nov., 1731, daughter of Joseph and 
Hannah (Doane). Hannah Doane was the daughter of 
Joseph, Esq., and therefore a first cousin of our Edmund 
Eloane, of Barrington. Isaac King died about 1784 and 
his widow removed to Salem, Mass., where she died 4 Jan., 
1798, leaving one son in Cape Negro, three sons in Salem 
and one daughter in Eastham. He was Proprietors' clerk 
at Barrington and a Justice of the Peace. 


Archelaus Smith, a half brother of Stephen Smith, one 
of the grantees at Liverpool, was baptized at Chatham 23rd 
April, 1734, the son of Stephen Smith and his second wife. 
Stephen was son of John Smith and Bethia Snow. John 
was son of Samuel Smith and Mary Hopkins, who was 
daughter of Gyles Hopkins, the son of Stephen Hopkins 
of the Mayflower. Archelaus married, at Chatham, 16th 
July, 1752, Elizabeth Nickerson, born 15 May, 1735, 
daughter of Wm. and Sarah. He died here 3rd April, 1821, 
and his widow the 2nd of April, 1828. He was aland sur- 
veyor and Justice of the Peace. 

Solomon Smith, Sen., of Chatham. Wife was Rebecca 
Hamilton, probably the one born the 21st Nov., 1720, 
daughter of Thomas 2 , (Daniel ) and therefore a first cousin 
of Samuel Hamilton our grantee. 

Jonathan Smith, married at Chatham, 9th Nov., 1752, 
Jane Hamilton, born 19th April, 1728, daughter of Thom- 
as 2 , (Daniel 1 ). She died here 6th Jan., 1799. He died 
28th Sept., 1807. 

Barnabas Baker, married at Chatham, 3rd March, 
1754, Mehetabel Smith, a sister of Thomas Smith, our 
grantee. All of these removed to Litchfield, Maine. 

Richard Nickerson, born Chatham, 3rd Feb., 1741, son 
of Caleb and Mary (Godfrey). His wife was Sarah Nick- 
erson, daughter of Absalom and Sarah . He 

died 15th Nov., 1774, probably at Barrington. 

Jonathan Crowell, Sen., died here before 20th Dec. 
1768. His first wife, whom he married 13th July, 1738, 

was Anna Nickerson; second wife was Elizabeth 

A division of his estate was made 18th March, 1769, to 
the widow, to David Crowell, Joanna Crowell, Deborah 
Crowell, Azubah Crowell, Mary, wife of Prince Nickerson 
Jonathan Crowell, Ruth Crowell, Sylvanus Crowell, Free- 
man Crowell. Of his children, Mary married Prince 
Nickerson, 12th March, 1761, and Jonathan married 28th 
April, 1769, Rhoda Nickerson, daughter of Elisha, Sen., of 
Liverpool and Argyle, and settled in Argyle. 

Coming now to Edmund Doane and Elizabeth his 
wife, in whom we, or the most of us, have the greater in- 
terest by reason of direct descent, of them considerable in- 
formation has been gleaned from various sources. He was 
born at Eastham, Cape Cod, 20th April, 1718, and died at 
Barrington, the 20th Nov., 1806; the son of Israel Doane 


and his wife Ruth (Freeman), grandson of Deacon Daniel 
Doane and his first wife whose name is not known, a great 
grandson of Deacon John Doane and wife Lydia, who 
came over to the Plymouth Colony about 1630. His 
mother, Ruth Freeman, was the daughter of Lieut. Ed- 
mund Freeman, and Sarah (Mayo). Lieut. Edmund was 
the son of Major John Freeman and Mercy (Prince). 
Mercy Prince was daughter of Governor Thomas Prince 
and Patience (Brewster). Patience Brewster was daughter 
of Elder William Brewster, of the Mayflower company. 
Therefore all descendants of Edmund Doane are eligible 
to membership in the Society of Mayflower Descendants. 

The father of our Edmund Doane, of Barrington, was 
a first cousin of the father of Eleazer Doane, first of Rose- 
way; and his grandmother, Sarah (Mayo) Freeman, was 
a first cousin of Nathaniel Mayo, the father of Hannah 
Doane, wife of Eleazer of Roseway. 

Edmund Doane was the youngest of a family of six 
children. Israel, the eldest, died probably unmarried, aged 
about 39. Prince, the second, removed with his family to 
Saybrook, Conn., and was the ancestor of the Doanes there. 
Abigail, the third, married Thomas Snow. Elnathan, the 
fourth, removed with his family to Southeast, Duchess 
County, New York. Daniel, the fifth, married 4th Jan., 
1738, Sarah Thatcher, and was probably lost at sea about 
1740. His widow probably married second Christian 
Remick, the artist, of Boston. 

Elizabeth Osborn was the daughter of Rev. Samuel Os- 
born, pastor of the First Church of Eastham, from 17th 
Sept., 1718, to 20 Nov., 1738, and his wife Jedidah Smith,. 
of Nantucket. Samuel Osborn, born about 1685, "Came 
over to America in the latter end of October, 1707, bring- 
ing letters of Commendation from Ireland, subscribed by 
the Rev. Robert Rainey, pastor of a church in the Lord- 
ship of Newry, in the County of Down." At Edgartown 
he married Jan. 1, 1710, the Rev. Jonathan Dunham of- 
ficiating, Jedidah Smith. She was the daughter of Ben- 
jamin Smith and Jedidah Mayhew, grand-daughter of Rev. 
Thomas Mayhew and Jane Paine a great grand-daughter 
of Thomas Mayhew, the grantee and governor of Martha's 
Vineyard and adjacent Islands. 

Elizabeth Osborn was born in Massachusetts, pro- 
bably at Sandwich where she was baptized, and died at 
Barrington, the 24th May, 1798. Her parents united 


with the first Congregational church at Sandwich in 1713, 
where their son John was baptized in 1714 and their 
daughter, our Elizabeth, in 1715. Her brother, John Os- 
born, married Ann Doane, an aunt of Thomas Doane, our 
Barrington grantee, graduated at Harvard college and 
settled as a physician at Middletown, Conn., dying there 
31st May, 1753, at the early age of 40 years. Her sister, 
Abigail Osborn, became the first wife of John Homer, who 
removed with his family to Barrington in July, 1775. 

Elizabeth Osborn was married three times. When 
about nineteen years old, or on 23rd Jan., 1733-4, she married 
Captain William Myrick, who was lost at sea in 1742, leav- 
ing the widow and three children — a son William who lived 
and died at Eastham, a son Gideon who was lost at sea, 
and a daughter Elizabeth, or Betty, as she was called, who, 
as the widow of Solomon Lewis, of Eastham, became the 
second wife of Thomas Doane, our Barrington grantee. 

On 14th Jan., 1744-5, the widow Myrick became the 
second wife of William Paine, a magistrate and merchant 
of Eastham. He was in the Louisburg expedition and died 
there in August or September, 1746, leaving the widow and 
a son William Paine, Jr., who became a noted teacher in 
Boston and New York, and was the father of John Howard 
Payne, author of "Home, Sweet Home," as noted on your 
tablet to-day. 

On 10th Nov., 1749, the widow Paine again married, 
and this time our Edmund Doane, his uncle Joseph Doane, 
a Justice of some note, officiating, and about twelve years 
later, or in the antumn of 1761, they removed with their 
family of seven children to Nova Scotia. 

It is understood that the place of their embarkation 
was at Nathaniel Mayo's Landing. The late Jonathan 
Higgins, Esq., an authority on the history of Cape Cod, 
informed the writer many years ago that the Mayo's 
Landing of ancient Eastham was a cove or creek a little 
south of the present Congregational church in Orleans. 

Unfavorable winds drove them off their proposed 
course and carried them to Liverpool, where they spent 
the first winter. The following spring they resumed the 
journey, settling here in the Cape Sable District. 

Edmund Doane's name appears on Eastham records 
as a juryman _ in 1750 and in 1760, and several times in 
some of the divisions of lands. 


During his early years in Barrington, from about 1762 
to 1767, he kept a store of general supplies for the settle- 
ment — a store such as would be required by the circum- 
stances of the beginning of the settlement. The chief 
articles of trade, as evidenced by his old account book 
still in existence, were rum, flour by the pound, salt by the 
hogshead, molasses, sugar, medicine, dry goods, hardware, 

It is understood that he received his supplies from his 
brother-in-law, John Homer, then a merchant in Boston. 
John Homer removed with his family to Barrington in July 

1775, and a little more than one year later or on 17th, Oct. 

1776, he purchased Edmund Doane's property at Barring- 
ton, the consideration being .£132 6s.5|d. t It is understood 
that Mr. Doane intended to return to New England. 
Through his wife, however, a new location was provided 
in Barrington for his family. On her petition and the pe- 
tition of a number of the townspeople, a grant of land at 
Johnson's point was made to the wife Elizabeth, in consid- 
eration of her valuable medical services. On this grant 
they settled and spent their remaining days. 

Of our ancestor, Edmund Doane, it can be said that 
he was a man of some means, from the fact that he brought 
over with him some farm stock and household furniture, 
with other things, sufficient it would appear for the charter 
of a vessel for the purpose. He does not seem to have 
taken any leading part in the public affairs of the early 
settlement. The second, third, fourth and fifth meetings 
of the Proprietors, 1764, to 1767, were held at his house, 
and in December 1766, he was appointed a member of the 
committee to assist the surveyor in laying out the lots. 

Mrs. Elizabeth Doane, we have reason to believe, was 
a woman, not only of more than ordinary personal attrac- 
tions but of natural ability and with some considerable 
cultivation. Whatever, if any, superiority may distinguish 
Edmund Doane's descendants, possibly is derived from 
the infusion of Osborn blood, through this daughter of the 
talented minister of old Eastham. 

From the Boston Port arrivals I find she came up 
from Cape Sable to Boston the 28th of July, 1763, on the 
sloop Sherborn, Capt. Jonathan Clark — Jonathan Worth, 
a farmer, Elisha Coffin, a fisherman, being the other two 
passengers. Again on the 25th of Sept., 1767, she was one 
of two passengers who came up to Boston on the sloop 
Dove, Capt. Joseph Chapman — Mr. John Chapman, a 


merchant, being the other passenger. In this record she 
is styled "Mrs. Eliz. Doane, wife to a farmer at Nova 

Our first settlers, I believe, had no regularly organized 
church. Previous to the Revolution they were visited 
periodically by ministers from New England— Congrega- 
tionalists doubtless, with which church Edmund Doane and 
his wife were, at least nominally, connected. When the 
Methodists came here, however, in 1784, Mrs. Doane join- 
ed them, though her husband, it is understood, held him- 
self quite aloof. 

The old pestle, with which she pounded her roots and 
herbs, is still in possession of one of her descendants, as 
well as Edmund's old Bible, on the fly leaf of which is 
written: "Edmund Doane, his book, bought in New Eng- 
land whilst he lived there." 

Dear Friends, descendants of a common ancestor: We 
would honor the memory of Father Edmund and Elizabeth, 
his faithful wife. A century and a half ago they came to 
these rocky shores, and by self denial and suffering, helped 
to produce the conditions which make it possible for you, 
their descendants, to surround yourselves with the bless- 
ings you now enjoy. They labored, and we have entered 
into their labors. We all ought to rejoice that in this year 
of grace 1912, we have been moved to honor them, and 
ourselves by the doing, by yonder permanent memorial. 
Long may it stand to perpetuate their memory in the 
minds and hearts of your children and children's children, 
for countless generations to come. 



Dear Kinsmen and Friends: — If I were not here to-day 
with a prepared address, I should certainly be moved to 
attempt one extempore. The allusion to the "scaffold" 
has stirred strong heart emotions in everyone by whom the 
allusion was understood. For, just as 

"By the light of burning heretics, Christ's bleeding feet we track, 
Climbing up new Calvaries ever, with the cross that turns not back." 

so by the swinging forms of gibbeted "traitors" may we 
trace the progress of human liberty. And therein is the 
significance of the allusion to the "scaffold" that has been 
made here. It has reference to two episodes in our family 
history. One to a family of brothers in what is now the 
State of Pennsylvania, during the war of the Revolution. 
Their peace principles forbade them taking either side. 
They conceived that God was opposed to war and pillage, 
and refused to associate either with the Royalist or the 
Continental cause; thereby incurring the enmity of both 
sides, which finally resulted in three of them being hanged. 

The other incident relates to what is known as the 
Papineau and MacKenzie Rebellion in Canada, in 1837, 
by which the "Family Compact" was broken up and Re- 
sponsible Government established in the English posses- 
sions in North America. In that struggle, one of our 
family, Joshua *Gillam Doane, yielded up his rare spirit 
upon the scaffold for a cause, the benefits of which all 
Canada reaps to-day. 

I have felt, since the subject was mentioned, that an 
explanation was due to be made; and so I have trespassed 
upon the time alloted to me in order that you might un- 
derstand why our friend (Herbert L. Doane) should have 
exclaimed, "We are not ashamed of it," when the fact was 
stated that investigation into our family history led in 
some directions to the scaffold. 

Now to my assigned subject: (See following article). 

♦Hanged at London, Ont., 6th Feby., 1837. 


Address:— "ALL BROTHERS," (Both Sides 
of the Line.) 

Benjamin H. Doane, New York, 

Bear Kinsmen and Friends: — It is a great privilege that 
I share with you, to meet this day within these ancient 
walls to do honor to the memory of two pioneers of En- 
glish civilization in this province. That they happen to 
be our ancestors adds to the propriety of our conducting 
this celebration, and to the interest we take in it; but the 
sufficient fitness of our proceedings to-day is found in the 
lives of the man and woman who, children of America's 
first English pioneers, themselves went on pilgrimage to 
widen the borders of the English colonists and to hold the 
farthest boundaries of the Great Patent of New England 
firmly for an Anglo-Saxon civilization. 

Consider how they link us with a remote past. Com- 
ing here with their seven young children in 1761, they 
lived on to advanced age, so that many whom we have 
known knew them in the flesh. And yet, no doubt, their 
eyes in childhood looked upon some venerable survivor of 
the first pilgrim band; to their young ears the tale of the 
May flower's voyage came from those to whom the voice 
and features of Governor Bradford, the saintly Brewster, 
sagacious old Stephen Hopkins, and the other worthies of 
the beginnings of English occupation in the New World, 
were as familiar as to the elder among ourselves are the 
personalities of, say, Captain Solomon Kendrick, or Mr. 
John Sargent, or Squire Coffin. Not merely the position 
they held in point of time, how T ever, midway between the 
Mayflower and our present day, but, as I have said, it is 
their lives that justify us in doing them honor. The his- 
torical account to which we have listened with so much 
pleasure tells us who and what they were, and I shall not 
assume to speak, after such authority, to any particular 
extent in that line. I wish, briefly, however, to direct our 
attention to the family of Elizabeth Doane on her mother's 

Her mother's name was Jedidah Smith. As you are 
aware, it is a Hebrew name, and it means "beloved." The 
affection in which the person who bore it was held is illus- 
trated by the number of times the. name, plain as it sounds 
to us, was bestowed upon successive generations of girls 
in the family. Elizabeth Doane named one of her own 


daughters Jedidah; and the Jedidah Crowells and Nicker- 
sons and Kenneys that thereafter orbed themselves upon 
our horizon attest the strong influence of love that radiated 
from the central source. So to return to Jedidah Smith, 
the mother of Elizabeth Osborn Doane — she married the 
Rev. Samuel Osborn, at Edgartown, on Martha's Vinyard, 
of which Island she was native. Her mother's name was 
Jedidah Mayhew, daughter of a very distinguished man. 
He was the Rev. Thomas Mayhew, only son of Governor 
Thomas Mayhew, who, born in England in 1588 — the year 
of the destruction of the Armada— came to the Massachus- 
etts Bay Colony in 1630, bringing with him his only son 
Thomas, then about ten years of age. The elder Mayhew 
in 1641 obtained a grant of Martha's Vinyard and the ad- 
jacent Islands and, removing there in the same year, estab- 
lished an English settlement there of which he was the 

I cherish among my possessions a quaint old volume 
nearly 200 years old, which once belonged to Robert 
Southey, Poet Laureate of England, whose autograph it 
bears, and afterwards for many years preserved in the 
British Museum. It was printed in London in 1727, when 
Elizabeth Osborn Doane was twelve years of age. In 
it, Thomas Mayhew, the younger, the grandfather of 
Mrs. Samuel Osborn, is spoken of as 

. . . "a young gentleman of liberal education and of such 
repute for piety as well as natural and acquired gifts, having no 
small degree of knowledge in the Latin and Greek languages, and 
being not wholly stranger to the Hebrew, that soon after their set- 
tlement on the Island, the new plantation called him to the minis- 
try among them. But his English flock being then but small, the 
sphere was not large enough for so bright a star to move in. With 
great compassion, he beheld the wretched natives, who then were 
several thousands on these Islands, perishing in utter ignorance of 
the true God and eternal life, laboring under strange delusions, en- 
chantments and panic fears of devils, whom they most passionately 
worshiped. * * * But God, who had ordained him as evangelist 
for the conversion of these Indian Gentiles stirred him up with a 
holy zeal and resolution to labor their illumination and deliverance." 

In 1657, after sixteen years of service, in the thirty- 
seventh year of his age, accompanied by his wife's brother 
and an Indian preacher, he took passage in a ship bound 
for England, there to pursue measures for the further ad- 
vancement of religion among his Indians; but neither the 
ship nor any of the passengers were ever heard of more. 


The historian already quoted thus comments upon this 
melancholy event: 

"Thus came to an immature death, Mr. Mayhew, junior, who 
was so affectionately beloved and esteemed of the Indians that they 
could not easily bear his absence so far as Boston before they longed 
for his return; and for many years after his departure, he was 
seldom named without tears." 

From his contemporary, that famous apostle to the 
Indians, Mr. John Eliot, at this time was wrung the ex- 
pression of affectionate grief: 

"The Lord has given us this amazing blow, to take away my 
brother Mayhew. His aged father does his endeavor to uphold 
the work among the poor Indians, whom by letters I have encour- 
aged what I can." 

Thomas Mayhew, the elder, during his son's life time 
favored and forwarded the work among the Indians, by 
whom he was greatly reverenced. He taught them how to 
govern themselves according to the English manner, and 
helped them organize their councils and courts for trial 
by jury, and to keep records of all acts passed and actions 
tried. Such was their confidence in him that, when almost 
all the Indian nations on the main were at war with the 
English, they remained attached to him and to the English 
interest, so that the settlers on those Islands took no care 
of their own defence, but left it wholly to these Christian 
Indians, who outnumbered them twenty to one. 

This missionary concern for the Indians continued 
hereditary in the family of our ancestress on Martha's 
Vineyard, and in such an environment was Jedidah Osborn 
reared and her daughter Elizabeth born. Generations of 
her ancestors, governors, judges, ministers, were all mis- 
sionaries, lodging in smoky wigwams, enduring cold and 
wet and fatigue, in sustained and painful, yet cheerful 
labor for wretched souls unable so much as to offer 

I love to dwell on this aspect of our family history, 
because you will, with equal regret, recall with me that the 
early English voyagers were kindly received by the Indians, 
with whom they exchanged gifts, and that not many days 
later, without justifiable cause, there were new Indian 
graves, their tenants slain by the white man's bullet, while 
those who lived were made captives and sold as slaves to 
the Spaniards. Yet soon after when our Pilgrim Fathers 
first met the Indians they were greeted with the words 


"Welcome, Englishmen," and for twenty-four years an un- 
broken peace continued between them. In spite, however, 
of such examples of Christian good will by our Pilgrim 
forefathers, and of equally Christian forbearance by their 
Indian neighbors, from that early day to the present, our 
relation as a people to the aboriginal race has been some- 
thing to blush for and of which to repent even now, if in- 
deed by seeking there may be found any place for repent- 
ance. It is, therefore, pleasant to recall that, at a critical 
time in the first winter that any New England family ever 
spent on these shores, down there on old Fish Point, the 
stalwart form of an Indian suddenly filled their doorway; 
and as mother and children shrank apprehensive of the 
next thing that would happen, their fears were banished 
and their hearts softened with the salutation in English, 
"All brothers, all brothers!" — a greeting one inspirit with 
the words from Heaven heard one night on the hills of 
Judea, "Peace on earth, good will to men." 

And that spirit, announced by a rude man of the 
woods to a helpless white woman, I am thankful to say, has 
been ever reciprocated to the Indians of this neighborhood, 
so far as our family is concerned. Naturally it would be 
so among the descendants of Elizabeth Doane. Possessed 
of the same philanthropic zeal in the midst of which she 
had been bred, her medical skill, which was recognized as 
considerable and so invaluable in the primitive community 
settled here, was equally at the service of the suffering 
Indians, in whose wigwams she ministered to mothers in 
their supreme hour, and to child and man according to 
their need. 

It is to be regretted that the latter days of this revered 
couple were shadowed by a war, which isolated them from 
the land of their birth, to which land Edmund Doane, and 
especially his wife Elizabeth, were bound by the strongest 
ties. He left home and kindred behind, but his parents 
were dead and his brothers and sisters made alliances which 
absorbed their interests. On the other hand, she left be- 
hind her three children of her former marriage in Massa- 
chusetts. One, a daughter, Elizabeth Myrick, rejoined 
her here as the wife of my great grandfather, Thomas 
Doane, whose headstone over there still tells to the world 
that he was born and that he died — all that the world for 
the most part knows of many others . of its noblest and 
mightiest. Her two sons, so far as known, she never saw 
again, though letters still extant from them show with 
what love they followed her in memory. 


Here, in common with their neighbors, Edmund Doane 
and his wife suffered much through the dark days of the 
American Revolution. This is not an opportunity for 
discussion of the questions involved in that struggle. Suf- 
fice it now for me to say, I am glad, as a native of that 
Republic within whose limits they were born, and where 
their fathers' sepulchres for repeated generations are with 
us unto this day, that the records of that time abundantly 
show that the Barrington settlers were true-hearted to 
their brothers and fathers who remained in or went back 
to the Old Colony. Surely their descendants on both 
sides of the imaginary line created and maintained by 
tariff laws will unite in commendation of their spirit o f 
first allegiance to the ties of blood and of common socia 1 
aims and ideals. 

Of Elizabeth Doane's two sons by her former marriage, 
William My rick had eleven children, and his descendants 
are numerous. The Myrick family is large and influential. 
To William Paine, the only child of her second mar- 
riage, a romantic interest attaches as the father of a son 
of genius, John Howard Payne, whose song "Home, Sweet 
Home," the world will never willingly let die. Of William 
Paine's nine children, six were daughters, only one of whom 
married. Her husband was her own cousin, Dr. John C. 
Osborn, son of Elizabeth Doane's brother, Dr. John Os- 
born. I believe she has no living descendants. Of the 
three sons, only the youngest, Thatcher Taylor Payne, has 
any living descendants, through his daughter Eloise, who 
married an Episcopal clergyman named Luqueer, residing 
in Bedford, N. Y. With one of her grandchildren, Thatch- 
er Taylor Payne Luqueer, I have the pleasure of an ac- 
quaintance and occasional interesting association. He is 
a civil engineer, but, alas! a confirmed — bachelor. His 
brother, however, is a professor at Columbia Uni- 
versity, New York, is married and has young children, 
in whom are centered the hopes of posterity from this 
interesting branch of our family. 

Having now been favored to speak at this reunion for 
those native to the land of our common ancestors' birth, 
permit me in closing to express the conviction that the 
lesson of this reunion will be largely missed unless we 
recognize that the family bond is but typical of that larger 
brotherhood which is as wide as humanity; that unless we 
are able, with loving hearts, as did the immediate progen- 
itors of Elizabeth Doane, to recognize as brothers the 


most wretched of mankind, we but balk the faith of the 
Man of Nazareth in the human soil wherein he with such 
confidence sowed the seeds of love. National boundaries 
can never separate families. Family lines cannot keep 
apart those who are one in spirit. And if that divine 
principle but take control of our lives, verily I say to you, 
there be some here who shall not taste death until that 
time shall come for which prophets longed and martyrs 
suffered, when not alone those who can reckon long lines 
of ancestors shall celebrate their reunions, but when He 
that rideth upon the heavens shall confirm His inheritance 
and shall set even the solitary in families. 

Home, Sweet Home! 

Following the valuable and interesting paper, "All 
Brothers on Both Sides of the Line" — the whole assembly 
led by the choir, joined in singing, peculiarly appropriate 
to the occasion, "Home, Sweet Home,'' a song that has 
touched the hearts of the people in all lands and that has 
brought undying fame to its author, John Howard Payne, 
whose memory, as a grandson of Elizabeth Osborn by a 
former marriage, is also honored by this memorial service. 
It is a singular fact that the author had never a home 
during the last forty years of his life, and died in a foreign 



Herbert L. Doane and Frank A. Daone, Truro, N. S. 

Read by Frank A. Doane. 

It seems quite appropriate to present at this stage of 
the proceedings a short sketch, imperfect though it may 
be, of this historic old church building, known to most_ of 
us from our earliest recollections as the Old Meeting 
House at Barrington Head. In this place our fathers and 
fore-fathers both taught and worshipped. Seven genera- 
tions of the descendants of Deacon John Doane, our New 
England ancestor, have praised God within its sacred 

Squire Samuel Osborne Doane, Senior, the son of the 
Edmund and Elizabeth Doane to whose memory to-day we 
erect a tablet on these grounds, has conducted services 
here, taking charge in the absence of the minister and also 
maintaining the week day services. 

Father Albert Swim, great giandson of Elizabeth 
Osborn Myrick Paine Doane, also officiated here in the 
years gone by. 

The Pioneers of Barrington, sons of the New England 
Puritans, soon felt the need of a place of worship, and 
early in their new life, laid the foundations for this house 
of God. 

While log cabins were deemed good enough for them 
to live in when the necessities of those early days required 
>it, they felt that a more worthy structure must be erected 
for the purposes of religious worship. Hence they cut a 
frame from the sturdy oaks of Sheroe's (Chereau's) Island 
and sent over to New England for boards and clapboards. 
They began its construction in 1763 and had it ready for 
service in 1765. Originally built by Congregationalists 
and Quakers, this Old House knows no creed. Numerous 
sects have worshipped here and preachers of all denomina- 
tions have freely occupied its lofty pulpit. Many distin- 
guished and eloquent divines have delivered the Gospel 
message within these walls. Bishop Inglis, with Episco- 
palian dignity and grace; Henry Alline, in a furore of 
religious fervor, enthusiasm and excitement: Bishop 
William Black and Freeborn Garrettson, shining lights of 


early Methodism, have spoken here with eloquence and 
power. Twas here, also, that Rev. Theodore Ssth Hard- 
ing, a Barrington boy who achieved considerable fame 
throughout the Province, delivered his first sermon when a 
mere youth of twenty; and here in 1791 that celebrated 
Baptist Father, Rev. Harris Harding, known later. all over 
Nova Scotia as "Father Harding," held revival services 
for a week with great success. 

It is not in our power to give in full a detailed history 
of this church, nor to name all the different denominational 
ministers or faithful laymen, who have labored in this 
Vineyard, or have been actively concerned in connection 
with this church, but, omitting those of more recent years, 
some other names may be mentioned, such as Revds. 
Ashleys (father and son), Byers, Crandall, Cromwell, Jas. 
and John Mann, McGray, Jacob Norton, Martin, Mc- 
Keown, Reynolds, Downey, and William H. Richan; and 
among the laymen theAtwoods, Crowells, Coffins, Pink- 
hams, Geddes, Hogg, Homers, Sargents and many 
others. But time would lail me to tell of all the Gideons 
and Baraks, Joshuas and Elishas, Miriams and Deborahs, 
Marys and Marthas, who down through the long years 
have rallied around this religious centre. 

From one of the old saints of Barrington now passed 
to her' heavenly rest, Mrs. Martha Elvira Doane Pinkham, 
better known as "Aunt Patsy," the writer learned when 
a lad that the Rev'd Jacob Norton, above mentioned, was 
something of a poet, or rather aversifyer, for Webster's 
dictionary says "not every versifyer is a poet." A line or 
so from one or two of his poems or hymns will perhaps 
recall old memories to some of the older persons present. 

"I, Jacob Norton, born and bred, in Massachusetts, where 'tis said 
"The light of Gospel Grace was shed," — 

and again: 

"I preached the Gospel then and when, just wherever I was sent." 

And from another, — 

"As I lay dead by the wayside, 
All kivered with ice and snow, 
The good Samaritan pass-ed by; 
He know'd well what to do." 

But we must make mention now of the first pastor to of- 
ficiate in this meeting house shortly after it was put up — the 
Rev. Samuel Wood, who came here from Chebogue, Yar- 


mouth County, but had removed therefrom New England. 
Mr. Wood was known to have been here in 1767 and 1768, 
but at the outbreak of the American Revolution, he re- 
turned to New England and joined the Continental Army 
as Chaplain, was taken prisoner and died in New York on 
board the British Prison Ship, "Asia." Many of his de- 
scendants are living in Barrington to day but none, how- 
ever bearing the name of Wood. 

Among those who have assembled at this time to do 
honor to our ancestors — Edmund Doane, one of the first, 
if not the first, of the name of Doane to settle in Nova 
Scotia, and Elizabeth Osborn Myrick Paine Doane, his 
illustrious wife, grandmother of John Howard Payne, auth- 
or of "Home, Sweet Home,"— and also among the present 
residents of Barrington, there are quite a few who have the 
unique distinction of being not only great great grandchil- 
dren, and great great great grandchildren of Edmund and 
Elizabeth, but who also bear that same relation to the first 
pastor of this venerable and historic old meeting house, the 
Rev. Samuel Wood. The original grant of the township 
provided for a lot of land for use of church and minister 
and this lot on part of which this building now stands ex- 
tended down to the brink of the river. Part of the ground 
was used for a military parade for in those days the defence 
of the country was quite as much to be considered as the 
observance of religious ceremonies. Then, too, church 
buildings in Nova Scotia were used for both secular and 
religious purposes. The township or proprietors' meetings 
and civic elections were held in this church up to about 
1817, about which time the Congregationalists ceased 
to exist as a separate organization, and the Methodists 
then moved to their own new Chapel, built in 1816, which 
we of this generation remember as the Old Chapel, now no 
longer in evidence. (The two old Gothic windows, oc- 
cupying a position of honor in the front of your post office 
building, until a very recent date, belonged to that Chapel) . 
Thus this Old Meeting House was practically left to the 
Free Baptists and a few Presbyterians. They formed a 
plan to repair the house on a joint stock basis with shares 
of two pounds each, and having done so they refused to 
allow town meetings to be held in it. 

The early furnishings of this building were very primi- 
tive. Rude benches for seats, and in common with all the 
early churches in this then new country there was no pro- 
vision made for heating, it being before the days of stoves, 

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and long after stoves were used in private houses they 
were not introduced into the churches as such an innova- 
tion was hardly considered consistent with Puritan ideas. 
Indeed, we think we are right in saying that it was regard- 
ed that a person's religion was at a very low ebb if he 
could not keep warm through a gospel service without the 
aid of a stove or even a foot-warmer or warming pan. 

When in April, 1786, Freeborn Garrettson preached 
his first sermon here, having walked around the shore 
from Shelburne via Cape Negro, and from thence wading 
through slush and mud to Barrington, there were neither 
doors nor windows. Those were days when not only 
was our modern and brilliant electric lighting system un- 
known, but the luxury of the paraffine oil lamp was un- 
dreamed of; it was customary to announce services to take 
place at "early candle light," or when the season would 
admit it was a decided saving of candles to call the service 
as did Mr. Garrettson on this occasion for "an hour before 
sunset." At the close of his service he, having no place to 
lay his head and not being invited to the house of any of 
the people, prepared to make his bed on the rough benches 
with which this room was then furnished. But one good 
woman, who was then a young married woman of about 
23 or 24, now long remembered by several generations as 
"Old Grandma Homer," from whom many of us here are 
descended, this good woman after reaching home, remem- 
bered that the preacher was a stranger, went back and 
brought Mr. Garrettson to her home. Through a long 
life of nearly a century her home was ever after an abiding 
place for itinerant preachers and missionaries. 

We might add that this good lady's daughter, Abigail, 
(herself a grandniece of Elizabeth Osborn I who was married 
to James Doane, the grandson of our first Edmund (the 
couple being known as "Uncle Jim" and "Aunt Nabby") 
also made her home a place of welcome for all the passing 
ministers for over half a century. 

Not until 1840 was a final effort made and money 
raised to finish and repair the building, and only then 
after seventy-five years, was the old Meeting House really 
completed. The pews were put in, this high pulpit, fear- 
fully and wonderfully made, was finished, and the doors 
and windows repaired. 

At a proprietor's meeting in 1841, it was resolved that 
"the Presbyterian Meeting House be henceforth called and 


known by name of "St. John Church," but "strangely 
enough" according to an article by Rev. Wm. H. Richan 
in the Yarmouth Herald, July 17, 1893, "of the twenty- 
five proprietors at that time only three were Presbyterians 
and the first ministers chosen to occupy the house after 
its completion were Revds. Albert Swim and Samuel Mc- 
Keown, both Free Baptists," Apparently the explanation 
is in a confusion of terms Presbyterian and Congregational. 
Along in the fifties, the Free Baptists built their own 
Bethel at Brasse's Hill and the Presbyterians their Kirk at 
the Passage and the Old Meeting House was almost de- 
serted for a number of years with the exception of occa- 
sional services. 

During the winter of 1877 and 1878 a singing class 
was conducted in it by Air. Arthur W. Doane and in March 
1880, Rev. Wm. H. Richan, whose wife was another great 
great granddaughter of Edmund and Elizabeth, began a 
series of Evangelistic services here and aroused an interest 
which, spreading to the other churches in the neighborhood, 
led a goodly number to unite with the people of God. In 
1889, neglected and abandoned, it became so dilapidated 
that a Provincial Act was passed to demolish the structure 
as being fit neither for use nor ornament, but owing to the 
sickness of Mr. J. K. Knowles, clerk to the Trustees, the 
necessary notices were neglected and this time honored 
building and ancient landmark was fortunately spared 
to take on a new lease of life. 

In 1893 the Presbyterians rallied to the rescue, raised 
a fund, made repairs and have continued to make use of 
it since, the privilege being also shared with the Anglicans. 
At the time when this church was first established, there 
were seven Congregational Meeting Houses in Nova Scotia, 
namely: one each at Halifax, Chester, Liverpool, Barring- 
ton, Chebogue, Cornwallis and Cumberland. The only 
one of the seven now remaining is this one in which we are 
here assembled. There are, however, three church build- 
ings in Nova Scotia of greater antiquity than this. Old 
St. Paul's Episcopal Church, Halifax, 1750; St. John's 
Episcopal at Lunenburg, 1754; and the little old Dutch 
church at Halifax, 1755. As far as can be learned these 
three, together with this Old Meeting House at Barring- 
ton Head are the four oldest church buildings in the 
Dominion of Canada to-day. In this connection it may 
not be out of place to remind our friends that Barrington 
itself is one of the very oldest European Settlements on 


the whole continent of America north of Florida and 
Mexico, it having been settled by the French very soon 
after 1612, the older places being Annapolis or Port Royal, 
1604, Jamestown, Virginia, 1607, and Quebec, 1608. 

Now while the life of this building about spans the 
years of the English settlement of Barrington it was not 
the first Church edifice in this place as the French settlers, 
are said to have had a stone church, at a site now unknown, 
many years before, and probably a chapel also, not far 
from this spot in the field of Asa Doane Crowell or that of 
Edward Kendrick. These edifices were undoubtedly de- 
stroyed by an expedition sent out in 1756 from Halifax 
under Major or Captain Preble of New England who acted 
under orders to burn and destroy everything that could 
not be carried off, following out the plan of general de- 
struction incident to the removal of the Acadians from 
this country. It would seem certain, therefore, that the 
French houses of worship were standing here only seven 
years previous to the commencement of work on this 
English built structure. 

When this old House was new, churches of any denom- 
ination in Nova Scotia were few and far between". There 
was one at Liverpool, and another at Chebogue, Yarmouth 
County, but none nearer. Therefore the people from the 
whole township of Barrington came to the Head to wor- 
ship. Now it is not to be supposed that they travelled 
by train, neither by auto, as some of us do and more of us 
would like to do, nor even in carriages drawn by horses, 
there being no carriages and only two horses in the whole 
of Barrington Township at the time that this church was 
new, and only about eight or nine oxen in all of that ter- 
itory. As to roads suitable for wagons and carriages, 
there were of course in those earliest times absolutely 
none except paths in which the travellers must walk in 
Indian or single file. Many came in boats, while others 
on foot walked many a weary mile through the silent 
forests, or around the rocky shores, wading the streams or 
crossing the muddy creeks on stepping stones, or, in the 
winter on the ice. They carried their boots and stockings 
in their hands (presumably not in the winter time) to keep 
them clean and to save wear, until near the church, when 
they put them on. We have heard our grandmother, 
"Aunt Rosanna Doane" tell of going to meeting in this 
way, boots in hand, and also of riding behind an older 
member of the family on a pillion or on the bare back of 


the horse. On one occasion at least, we know of one good 
woman going to "Meeting," as it was called, on an ox-sled. 
When the morning dawned on the day the preacher was 
expected, the fields were white with snow and the roads, 
such as they were, were filled level with the tops of the 
stone walls, and "missus" could not venture out. But 
old Cudjoe, the faithful negro servant, said, "all right, 
missus, I will yoke up the ox-sled and take you to meet- 
ing." So they got all ready, put the ironing board on the 
sled for a seat and started off. Old Cudjoe leading, look- 
ing ahead oblivious to everything behind, marched along, 
proud and happy, until at length, glancing back, he dis- 
covered an empty sled and his "missus" sitting in a snow 
bank some distance behind. For in passing over a hillock 
in the snow, the ironing board had slid off and carried 
"Missus ' with it. 

There were three good women who filled a large place 
in the religious life of these early days and who spent 
many happy hours in this old house, — Mary Atwood, wife 
of Joseph Homer, the "Grandma Homer," already referred 
to; Margaret Barnard, wife of John Sargent, heroine of 
the above related ox-sled incident; and Sarah Harding, 
wife of Samuel Osborne Doane, senior, and sister of the 
Revd. Theodore Seth Harding. 

At least two of those early fathers who preached the 
Gospel in this Meeting House lie buried in the adjoining 
graveyard. One was Rev. Edward Reynolds, — "Daddy 
Reynolds" — an ex-soldier and Waterloo veteran, who died 
10th April, 1855, aged 72 years; the other was Rev. Thomas 
Crowell, a man universally loved and venerated and 
familiarly known as "Uncle Tommy." He died in 1841, 
aged 72. The inscription on the marble slab on his grave 
bears eloquent testimony to the high respect in which he 
was held by the people. He began his religious life in this 
church during the revival services, previously mentioned, 
conducted by Rev. Harris Harding. Mr. Crowell married 
Elizabeth, the daughter of Thomas Doane, by his second 
wife, Elizabeth or Betty Myrick, then the widow Lewis, 
the daughter of our Elizabeth Osborn Myrick Paine 
Doane. Mrs. Crowell being therefore the granddaughter 
of Mrs. Edmund Doane. 

This brings us to mention the oldest gravestone in the 
nearby burial ground whose inscription is decipherable, 
that of Mrs. Lettice (Eldridge) Doane, who was the first 
wife of said Thomas Doane, and died 26 July, 1766, aged 


30 years. On May 3rd, 1783, this Thomas Doane died, 
and he, too, was buried in this graveyard where the stone 
may still be seen. It is related that on the day of his burial 
his son Nehemiah, then a lad of seven years, as he s ood 
with the friends by the open grave, saw down the Bay the 
fleet of British transports pass the headlands of Barring- 
ton Harbor with the refugee settlers from New York for 

While some in this audience may perhaps have come 
into this building for the first time, to others it awakens 
long forgotten memories of the happy days and associa- 
tions of Auld Lang Syne. 

Some of us may never again have the privilege of 
visiting the Old Meeting House at Barrington Head, ven- 
erable with age and hallowed by many sacred memories. 
It stands to-day a monument to the earnestness and zeal 
of ou • forefathers and their associates, who built with 
scanty resources but with abundant faith. 

For near a century and a half the Gospel message has 
been delivered here; the songs of Zion have made these 
rafters ring; and from this altar and these pews the pray- 
ers of many mighty men of God have ascended to the Hea- 
venly Throne. 



T. W. Watson, Barrington, N. S. 

'Twas in the old Colonial days, 

A nation building time! 
When New World men sought out new ways, 

In this new North land clime; 
Before the famous Stamp Act, 

In the reign of George the Third, 
Or battle gun at Lexington, 

Or Bunker Hill, was heard. 

Nantucket whalers came there then, 

In those far days of yore; 
From different towns came fishermen, 

Upon the Cape Cod Shore. 
From River Clyde to Fundy, 

Toward the setting sun, 
This hardy band, bought all the land, 

And called it, — Barrington! 

'Tho peace and plenty smiled around, 

And fair the scene that lay, 
'Tho rough and stony was the ground, 

Yet would their toil repay. 
No bridge spanned o'er the streamlet, 

Or road, or sheltering dome, 
Or friendly feet, or faces sweet, 

To greet their coming home. 

These men had iron in their blood, 

Brave sons of Saxon mould! 
Their strength was in the mighty Lord! 

To Him their wants they told; 
Staunch Puritan and Quaker, 

For faith they bore the palm! 
In want or fear, whenever near, 

They faced it with a psalm. 

To judge of men by what they do, 

Is reason, just and fair; 
These settlers found the country new, 

And forest, everywhere; 
They left it as you find it — 


Or as the saying goes, — 
By stroke and thud they made it bud 
And blossom as the rose! 

Boston's tempest in a tea-pot, 

That long had gathered fast, 
Had now with fury broken out, 

The die for war was cas . 
Some gentle folk, called — Refugees, 

Away from Boston ran, 
Their leave they took, and all forsook, 

And came to Barrington. 

An acquisition rare, were these; 

Some managed several sail 
In export of the fisheries, 

On an extensive scale; 
Others were leading public men — 

Persons of wide renown! 
To be correct, by men elect, 

To represent the town. 

Equal, if not the very best, 

Of all that ever came: — 
The United Empire Loyalist, 
' Of ever endless fame! 
There is no town or city 

In Canada to-day, 
A thousand fold, his weight in gold, 

His services would pay! 

Good night, fair Barrington, Good night! 

'Tis time to drop the pen; 
If I forget thee may my night 

Be never light again! 
We will dismount the Beastie, 

And rest its sweatened hide, 
Lest you should say, some other day, — 

I rue this hasty ride. 



A huge granite boulder, weighing some three and a. 
half tons, obtained from the field of the original site of the 
Edmund Doane homestead of one hundred and fifty years 
ago, where Robert D. Doane's pretty residence now stands, 
had been placed in position near the old unmarked graves 
of these two pioneers in the old burying ground adjoining 
the church, which now for nearly a century and a half has- 
been one of the landmarks of Barrington and is one of the 
oldest Churches in Canada to-day. 

The work of removing the boulder to its location,, 
preparing concrete foundation down to bedrock, setting 
the stone and affixing tablet was very efficiently done by 
Samuel Watt, of Barrington. From its commanding posi. 
tion and size this big rough boulder, with the handsome 
bronze tablet, 18i inches by 29| inches, can easily be seen 
from the street and in passing into the meeting house.. 
The tablet is as fine a piece of work in that line as could 
be desired. It was cast by T. McAvity & Sons, St. John, 
N. B., from a wooden pattern made by The Downer Pattern' 
Works, Toronto, the original design being the handiwork 
of Alfred Alder Doane, the family historian, the letter- 
ing in plain Gothic characters of good size standing out 
in bold relief, clear and legible. The tablet, laid in 
cement, was securely bolted on by four heavy brass screw- 
bolts with large polished heads, each bolt being set into 
lead-filled holes drilled into the rock. The boulder stands 
four feet high by five feet wide and is two feet thick. 

After the two-hour service in the church, the tablet,. 
covered by the British flag, was unveiled by Captain Seth 
Coffin Doane, the oldest male representative of the family 
present, to whom this honor was very appropriately as- 


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The inscription on the Tablet is as follows: 










ERECTED 1912. 

Before dispersing, photos of the group and Meeting 
House were taken by Theodore Kenney, from which the 
engraving was made for illustrating this pamphlet. 



On motion of Thos. W. Watson, a resident of Barring- 
ton, who though not a member of the Doane family, took 
a very deep interest in all the proceedings, the following 
resolution of thanks, seconded by Rev. Mr. Friggens, was 
tendered the promoters of this movement: — 

Resolved. — That on behalf of the people of Barrington their 
thanks, be given to the managers and all others who have 
aided in these Doane Reunion Memorial services, for their successful 
undertaking, and for the great pleasure and increasing interest 
given the general public, and they wish here to express their feel- 
ings by a vote of this meeting. 




On Friday evening, 19th July, a Reunion Banquet was 
held in E~. C. Hogg's Hall, attended by about one hundred. 
After a characteristic and bountiful supper, served by 
the ladies of "The Good Will Club," (a local society 
founded ten years ago for village improvement), the fol- 
lowing toasts were proposed and responded to in _ happy 
vein, affording an exceedingly pleasant and enjoyable 

1. The King "God save the King" 

2. The Ladies Thomas W. Watson 

3. Our Barrington Friends Rev. F. Friggens 

4. Old Questions and New Answers Benj. H. Doane 

5. The Young Doanes — Original Poetry by Miss Florence Lewis, 

read by Geo. H. Doane; music and the Doane Yell by the 
young folks. 

6. Our Ancestors Herbert L. Doane 

7. The Truro Friends — Arthur H. Smith, with "The Laughing 

Song;" and "Old Irish Gentleman," in costume. 

8. The 'Dones,' (Old Chronicle) "Miss Muffett" 

9. Our Yankee Brothers Rev. J. S. Coffin 

10. American National Anthem "My Country 'Tis of Thee." 

(Music after each number furnished by the young folks). 

FRANK A. DOANE, Toast Master. 

Souvenir Napkins, printed as follows: — "Doane Re- 
union, Barrington, July 19, 1912," were kindly supplied 
by Frank Homer Sargent, of Barrington. 



Dear Friends: — When, yesterday morning, I had de- 
livered my message at the gathering in the old Meeting 
House, I felt discharged of all further burden of a public 
nature, and would gladly have remained silent during the 
remainder of my stay in Barrington. It seems good to be 
in this quiet place again, as if in response to that sweet 
invitation, "Come ye apart and rest awhile," out of the 
vortex of things in which most of my life is spent, and 
where often indeed there is "no leisure so much as to eat." 

But here we have had somewhat to eat, and the op- 
portunity of eating it in pleasantest association; and our 
energetic friend, Herbert L. Doane, who has so successfully 
projected and managed this whole affair, informed me this 
afternoon that I would be asked, after being fed, to say a 
few words, — nothing serious of course, but something in 
lighter vein than was attempted yesterday. Therefore 
the funeral baked meats of the day before will not do to 
be served cold at this evening banquet. 

I confess that my subject, which sounds so serious, 
sits but lightly upon my mind to-night, and I shall trouble 
you but little with a consideration of it. Were I to dis- 
cuss it seriously, I should feel an embarassment in doing 
so before a group like this, who would find any question 
that I could propound, new or old, quite simple; so that 
the nearer I get to the subject the less intent I am on 
speaking to it. My present situation reminds me of the 
minister preaching his first sermon, who suddenly realized 
that he had forgotten everything he had intended to say. 
His theme was the story of Zaccheus, and as he felt all his 
ideas leaving him, he exclaimed, "My brethren, Zaccheus 
was a little man — and so am I! Zaccheus was up a tree — 
and so am I! Zaccheus made haste to come down — and 
so shall I!" 

But before I do climb down, just permit me to say a 
word on the subject assigned. This is a part of the cele- 
bration of the Doane Reunion. We are gathered here as 
descendants of common ancestors, whom we venerate be- 
cause they were worthy representatives of their day and 
generation. To the people of their time questions of life 
were presented, strange, difficult, perplexing, to the solu- 
tion of which they applied the best that was in themselves 
of mind and character and principle; and treated upon 
that high plane, the perplexities and difficulties vanished, 


and the questions of those days were settled rightly. If 
these new times are better than the old, it is because of 
the faithfulness with which the generations of the past 
served us in dealing with the problems before them. 
Should we revere them if, through indifference, or incapa- 
city, or defect of character, they had failed? Probably we 
should be ready with excuse and palliation, but our regard 
would hardly take the shape of banquet and dedication of 

But we too have problems of our own to solve, as 
strange and difficult as ever confronted those of any past 
age. For 

"Slowly the Bible of the race is writ; 
Each age, each nation, adds its verse to it." 

And to each generation the Sphynx eternally is putting 
her riddle, which each must answer for itself anew, nor 
hope to pass safely on except by correctly answering her 

Are we so addressing ourselves to the questions of our 
time that, if those blest spirits of the past were permitted 
again to visit the pale glimpses of the moon and witness 
the affairs of men, they would be proud of their posterity? 
In a land where opportunity for ownership of the soil was 
denied to the vast majority of the people, and every man 
below the rank of king must acknowledge someone his 
master, they resisted the aggressions of hereditary privi- 
lege and wrested from the hands of kings the rights of man. 
They came to a country where land was abundant, where 
all that should be made of it must be produced by their 
voluntary hardest labor, and equal opportunity was the 
portion of all. To-day, the free land is gone; the swarms 
of arriving immigrants must continue landless toilers for 
others; instead of dwelling in the sweet open country, 
they crowd the city slums. The labor market is glutted, 
the working man when best employed feels that his labor 
is deprived of its fair portion, while an increasing number 
year by year are forced into idleness. 

The questions presented by these conditions must re- 
ceive attention and a speedy answer, or our boasted civili- 
zation, built up for us at such great price by the men of 
the past, will totter to its fall. 

I would not end in any hopeless strain, though no sim- 
ple word of mine will furnish the touchstone for the solu- 
tion of the great problems of our day. The wisdom to 


deal with them will come to the generation that waits 
patiently for it. The old bounty of our fathers' God is 
not exhausted or restrained. The light which they in 
faith followed out of desert places can lead their children 
into a larger liberty, which shall be to those who come 
after us "as the light of the morning when the sun riseth, 
even a morning without clouds." 

Benjamin H. Doane. 
Barrington, N. S., July 19, 1912. 



Miss Florence Lewis, Yarmouth, N. S. 

Of all the favored people in Barrington to-day, 

The Doanesare first and foremost, most anyone would say. 

We're searching family records with all our might and 

To see if some connections with the Doanes we cannot 


For if you can't, I'll tell you, you're missing lots of fun, 
For Barrington, at present, with the Doanes is over-run; 
From other parts of Canada and United States they've 

To hold a grand reunion in this favored Barrington. 

The benefits we've got from this it would be hard to name, 
And if we're lacking interest we ought to blush with shame; 
For much of family history we were ignorant of, we've 

And to the memories of the past, our wayward thoughts 

have turned. 

For though we do not know of one who's climbed to 

heights of fame, 
There's many who have lived and died we're proud of just 

the same; 
And many who are living still, of whom we well can boast, 
Who at this happy gathering deserve a hearty toast. 

A hearty vote of thanks we'd give to those who've gone 

And worked for this reunion, for thoughts that long were 

Once more have been awakened; our hearts have all been 

But I will end these verses with just another word. 

For 1912 in Barrington, I'm sure we'll ne'er forget, 

And those who could not get here have much they should 

And those not in the family of these illustrious Doanes, 
To get in quick as possible should leave no unturned 




. Herbert L. Doane. 

Nearly two hundred years ago in the village of East- 
ham on the bleak shores of Cape Cod, lived Israel Doane 
and his good wife Ruth. Their family consisted of five 
sons and one daughter, the youngest being Edmund, who 
was born on the 20th April, 1718. A few months after 
this event the Rev. Samuel Osborn moved into the village 
to assume the pastorate of the Congregationalist Church, 
bringing with him his family among whom was Elizabeth, 
then a bright young miss of about three summers. 

As the years rolled by little Edmund and Elizabeth, 
the parson's daughter, were playmates and schoolmates 
and came to be very good friends, until Elizabeth, getting 
too big to play with the boys, tied up her hair, put on 
long skirts and developed into a mature young lady of 
some sixteen or seventeen summers. Of course, even then, 
she probably found him handy sometimes, to see her safe- 
ly home from Prayer meeting on dark nights and to help 
her over the bad places in the road or the stepping stones 
in the brook. We are told that she was a young lady 
possessing superior ability, beauty and character, the 
A B C of feminine charm, and doubtless she had many 
admirers. We are also told that Edmund's comradship 
had ripened into Jove and that he hoped to make her his 
bride, a tradition which the sequel seems to confirm. We 
do not know how many suitors she had, but we do know 
there was at least one other beside our Edmund, and he, 
the gallant Capt. Myrick, won the prize, and they were 
married in January, 1733, the bride being about eighteen 
years of age. Our Edmund, thus crossed in hopeless love, 
went back to his work disappointed, but not discouraged. 
He was young, hope was strong, and time is a wonderful 
healer. The years rolled on; he worked away and gradu- 
ally accumulated some means. Thus passed about nine 
years when one day Capt. Myrick sailed away, as so 


many captains do, and never came back again, leaving our 
Elizabeth a lonely, but charming young widow of only 
twenty-seven summers. 

It was not very long until suitors came again, how 
many we do not know, but certainly two, and one of them 
was our Edmund again; but a second time he was disap- 
pointed and Wm. Paine was the happy man on this occa- 
sion. He was one of the leading men of the place, a mer- 
chant, member of parliament, and an officer in the local 
militia, and though twenty years older, could offset his 
years with his influence, and so they were married. On 
this occasion the cannons from the warships in the harbor 
boomed out their salute, the flags were thrown to the 
breeze and all went merry as a marriage bell. Thus poor 
Edmund had to go back to his work again, and live down 
his disappointment a second time as best he could. 

But these were stirring times. The war drums were 
beating and only a few months after their marriage, pre- 
parations were made for the first capture of Louisburg. 
The new groom, being an officer in the militia, was called 
upon to join his company, and in obedience to the call he 
too sailed away on that mission of conquest, destined to 
reflect such glory on the colonial arms, but destined too, 
as all such missions are, to bring sorrow to many hearts. 
Many of this gallant band died in the swamps of Gab- 
arus. Capt. Paine was one of that number, and thus 
Elizabeth a second time saw her loved one sail forth never 
to return, and once more she was left a widow, still young 
and still charming. In course of time suitors came again. 
They married early and often in those days. The laws 
encouraged the marriage of widows. We know not how 
many came this time, but one there was — faithful to his 
first love — as our Edmund once more pressed his suit, this 
time with better success, for we are told that she said she 
believed the fates had decreed that she should marry 
Edmund Doane. So they were married, lived happily 
ever after, and became the progenitors of a large number 
of descendants, among whom we are proud to be counted.. 


This is not given as history but as a tradition handed 
down, and told to the writer many years ago, when a boy 
in Barrington. It is probably correct in the essential 


Zip! Zah!! Zone!!! 

Doane! Doane!! Doane!!! 

We are the sons of Bar-ring-ton (e). 

We are here 

From far and near 
In this land of rock and stone; 
Zechariah! Jeremiah!! Hezekiah!!! Doane!!!! 


THE "DONES." (Old Manuscript). 

Prologue. — 

"Yet all the woes ye suffered, 
For love of race and king, 
Along the path of history 
Their spectral shadows fling." 

—A. W. Eaton, 

The Doanes are an old family, highly respectable, 

If at a love feast (cannibal) would be highly delectable, 

In short, the Doanes have always done it, 

And that is why I am attempting this sonnet. 

They do it, they did it, they've done it ("made good") 

This is the (original) solution of how they begun it — 

They've been doing you know since Noah unshipped them r 

(See tale of Ark, and Barrington Stones) 
Falling out on the rocks must somewhat have tripped them. 
The place where they landed is always called Barrington, 
Had they landed up North it might have been Harrington 

O, the sport on this day will be done with a vim, 
As the Dones and the seals play about on the rim 
Of Ocean, old Ocean, dear Ocean, Hurray!! 
How I wish we could have you in Truro to-day! 

Some f rpi „„ .<^»„i „m The Doanes work 

N ^ SLSh.v And don't shirk 

England Jhjy ™ ke Jj ** They play hard 

character- £ R»?r?*SL As this bard 

istics [ In Barrington In Barrington 

— Miss Muffett 

Epilogue. — 

And now 'tis Done 
We take our Scone 
And bid you all Good Day. 



Rev. J. S. Coffin. 

After some introductory remarks of a humorous char- 
acter, bearing upon the difficulty of speaking to advantage 
on "after dinner" occasions, Mr. Coffin addressed the 
guests substantially as follows: 

"I have been asked to narrate to you an episode con- 
nected with the capture and tragic death, in connection 
with the "War of 1812," of an uncle of my own, solely 
because he would not swear allegiance to the United 
States. But while I may be pardoned for feeling a degree 
of pride in the loyalty to my nation which made this 
young man faithful even unto death, I do not feel as if 
this were a proper occasion on which to introduce any re- 
marks that might foster any feeling in accord with condi- 
tions where the conflict is with 'confused noise and with 
garments rolled in blood'. Rather may we strive here to 
anticipate the time when, as between Great Britain and 
the United States, and between all nations and peoples of 
the earth, "swords shall be beaten into plough-shares and 
spears into pruning-hooks," and the glad era brought to 
pass, so beautifully forecast by Longfellow: 

"Down the dark future through long generations, 
The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease; 

And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, 
I hear again the voice of Christ say Peace!'' 

"I am sure, however, that my sisters and brothers who, 
no doubt, wisely have accepted the conditions that have 
made them citizens of the United States, will think none 
the less of me, when I declare my personal devotion to the 
Union Jack and to the national institutions for which it 
stands. These are honest eyes which look into yours, and 
with an honest and earnest heart I declare that I love the 
Union Jack! I was born where it was and is supreme. 
I am thankful to God that my life-work has been ordered 
where it waves; and when I die, may God grant to me 
this further benediction, that I may breathe my last in 


some land over which it flies, and among some people who 
look up to it and love it as I do this night. 

"But at the same time I am not insensible to the great 
reasons which inspire devotion to "Old Glory," on the part 
of those who range themselves under its folds. I would 
be sorry indeed to withhold from it the honor so justly 
due to its people and nation, and to the great principles 
for which it stands. And if I turn my warmer thought 
to-night towards the Union Jack, let me say that it is not 
because I love Caesar less, but because I love Rome more." 

The speaker here made some observations in depre- 
cation of the claims sometimes made on the other side of 
the line, that the people of this country entertain any 
desire for political union with the United States. He de- 
clared his belief founded upon a long and intimate ac- 
quaintance with the Maritime Provinces especially, — 
that not one-twentieth of one per cent, of the voters of 
these parts would favor absorption into any other nation 
or Kingdom, than that of Great Britain, except the King- 
dom of Heaven. He deprecated this "annexation" talk, 
chiefly because, while it has no warrant in present fact or 
in future probability, it tends to a marked degree to fos- 
ter amongst the people of Canada, a feeling towards the 
United States, inimical to the spirit of friendliness which 
it is so desirable we should entertain. He then continued : 

"Rising above all these less important conditions, and 
having regard to the relation of the United States and 
our own nation to each other and to the world at large, — 
whether we look at the great fundamental principles of 
law which lie at the base of all true political freedom, and 
at the absolute unity which marks the jurisprudence of 
these nations, and the administration of their laws; or at 
their genius for colonization, which carries into the darker 
places of the earth the leaven of true civilization and the 
great boon of constitutional government; or at the meas- 
ures now happily being adopted for the amelioration of 
the social conditions which bear more heavily upon the 
less favored portions of their populations; or at the won- 


derful commercial enterprise which is pushing everywhere 
the facilities for multiplying wealth; or consider the rela- 
tions they sustain to the principles of true religion, and the 
spread of the Gospel of the Son of God — the supreme and 
only panacea for the sorrows of our sin-stricken race; — 
looking at all these great facts and issues, we may rever- 
ently venture the belief that to these two nations, as is 
true of no other nations of the world, has the Eternal God 
committed the responsibility and the glory, that they 
should be in a pre-eminent manner for Salvation in its 
sublimest sense to all peoples of the earth." 

The speaker here called attention to what he placed 
as interesting facts regarding the mission of the English 
language — that great bond of unity between the English 
speaking peoples of the world. He said that in the year 
1800 our language occupied the fifth place in the world, 
being then spoken by about twenty millions of people. 
To-day it holds the first place, and is spoken by one hun- 
dred and twenty-five millions. x\mongst other languages 
only the Russian and German are used by as many as in 
the year 1800, and these by no larger percentage of people 
than then — about 18 per cent. — while the English has 
risen from lb per cent, in 1800 to 29 per cent, at the 
present time. 

"In this connexion it may be stated, that more than 
one-half of all letters carried by the postal facilities of the 
world, are written in the English language. Our language 
to-day possesses the largest literature in every department 
of life and thought, so that all who desire to be in touch 
with the world's life will be compelled to adopt it as the 
vehicle of their thoughts. Signs grow more and more 
evident that the English language is destined to cover the 
earth as the waters cover the sea. 

"May God grant that, led by the unflagging devotion 
of the loyal sons and daughters of the English speaking 
race the world over, the priceless blessings of Christian 
civilization, and the Heaven-born principles of peace and 
good will to man, shall prevail throughout the earth; and 


the time come— so long foretold by Psalmists' harp and 
prophets' page, when 

"One song all nations shall employ, 

And all shall cry, Worthy the Lamb 

For He was slain for us. The dwellers in the vales 

And on the rocks shout to each other; 

And mountain top from distant mountain 

Catch the flying joy; 'till nation after nation 

Taught the strain, Earth rolls 

The rapturous hosanna round." 



Mrs. Abby Doane Coffin Doane Truro, Nova Scotia 

Alfred Alder Doane Everett, Mass. 

Mrs. Arnold Doane Barrington, Nova Scotia 

A. Whidden Doane Truro, Nova Scotia. 

Benjamin Hervey Doane New York,, N. Y. 

Mrs. Cora M. Doane Towanda, Penn. 

David Oscar Doane Linden, Mass 

Mrs. Fannie Morse Doane. Everett, Mass 

Francis Augustus Doane Truro, Nova Scotia 

F. W. W. Doane Halifax, Nova Scotia 

George H. Doane Swampscott, Mass. 

Harry D. Doans Newark, Ohio 

Herbert Leander Doane Truro, Nova Scotia 

Howard Doane Barrington, Nova Scotia 

John Winthrop Doane Truro, Nova Scotia 

Joshua Doane Yarmouth, Nova Scotia 

Miss Marion Agnes Doane Truro, Nova Scotia 

Miss Minnie A. Doane Yonkers, New York 

Myron E. Doane Wauseon, Ohio 

Nehemiah Doane Barrington, Nova Scotia 

Prince Rupert Doane Barrington, Nova Scotia 

Robert Duncan Doane Barrington, Nova Scotia 

R. W. Doan Toronto 

S. A. Doane Halifax, Nova Scotia 

Mrs. Stanley Doane ', Barrington, Nova Scotia 

Sydney T. Doane Nahant, Mass. 

W. Arnold Doane Yonkers, N. Y. 

Walter M. Doane Jersey City, N. J. 

Warren Homer Doane Barrington, Nova Scotia 

In Memory of John Osborne Doane Berkeley, Cal. 

by his children, — John Homer, Thomas Henshelwood, and 

Esther Doane Mayers. 

Mrs. D. Allison, Jr Sackville, New Brunswick 

Mrs. E. C. Amazeen Melrose Highlands, Mass. 

Mrs. W. W. Atwood Shelburne, Nova Scotia 

A. R. Coffin Truro, Nova Scotia 

Mrs. A. R. Coffin Truro, Nova Scotia 

Edgar H. Coffin Halifax, Nova Scotia 

Miss Fannie Austin Coffin Fall River, Mass. 

Harold D. Coffin Seattle, Wash. 

J. F. Coffin Truro, Nova Scotia 


Rev. Joseph S. Coffin Petite Riviere, Nova Scotia 

Mrs. Joseph S. Coffin Petite Riviere, Nova Scotia 

Miss Sophia Jordan Coffin Old Umtali, Africa 

Mrs. C. Louise Colton Easthampton, Mass 

Mrs. Sarah D. Cropley Dorchester, Mass. 

H. Wilson Crowell Barrington, Nova Scotia 

Mrs. H. Wilson Crowell Barrington, Nova Scotia 

Miss Mary D. Crowell Barrington Passage, Nova Scotia 

M. O. Crowell Halifax, Nova Scotia 

W. S. Crowell Barrington, Nova Scotia 

Mrs. J. C. Darby Jacksonville, Florida 

Mrs. Lever ett Davis Barrington, Nova Scotia 

Mrs. M. Etta Dexter Shelburne, Nova Scotia 

Mrs. D. W. Estabrook Melrose Highlands, Mass. 

Mrs. Brita I. Fulton Stewiacke, Nova Scotia 

Mrs. E. C. Hogg Barrington, Nova Scotia 

F. W. Homer Barrington, Nova Scotia 

Mrs. Rosanna D. Kendrick Barrington, Nova Scotia 

Mrs. Anna C. Knowles Barrington, Nova Scotia 

Mrs. Augusta Lewis Yarmouth, Nova Scotia 

Miss Florence Lewis Yarmouth, Nova Scotia 

Howard Doane Lewis Yarmouth, Nova Scotia 

Mrs. Emily McArthur Sharon, Ont. 

Prince Doane McLaren Halifax, Nova Scotia 

Henry R. McLaren Halifax, Nova Scotia 

Mrs. Helen Smith Mosher Truro, Nova Scotia 

Mrs. Mary C. Nickerson Shag Harbor, Nova Scotia 

Mrs. Geo. Philips Clark's Harbor, Nova Scotia 

Miss Emma S. Pinkham Barrington, Nova Scotia 

Miss Jessie D. Pinkham Barrington, Nova Scotia 

Mrs. Jane Powell Barrington, Nova Scotia 

Margaret D. Prosser Brooklyn, N. Y. 

Mrs. Fanny Sargent Ricker, Glenwood, Yarmouth Co., Nova Scotia 

Jackson Ricker Glenwood, Yar. Co., Nova Scotia 

Mrs. C. R. Ritchie Chipman, New Brunswick 

Daniel Sargent Barrington Passage, Nova Scotia 

Frank Homer Sargent Barrington, Nova Scotia 

Percy P. Sargent Amherst, Nova Scotia 

Mrs. Lydia Shaw Sydney, Nova Scotia 

A. A. Smith Truro, Nova Scotia 

Mrs. Arthur H. Smith Truro, Nova Scotia 

Miss Florence Rosalie Smith Truro, Nova Scotia 

Herbert T. Smith Truro, Nova Scotia 

James W. Smith Baccaro, Nova Scotia 

Mrs. Sarah S. Smith Barrington, Nova Scotia 


Wm. H. Smith Wellsfleet, Mass. 

In Memory of Warren Douglas Smith by 

Mrs. Margaret Smith Toronto, Ont. 

Mrs. May Coffin Sperry Petite Riviere, Nova Scotia 

Albert A. Sutherland Boston, Mass. 

Mrs. Elizabeth Osborne Sutherland Melrose Highlands, Mass. 

Miss Helen V. Sutherland Melrose Highlands, Mass. 

James C. Sutherland Melrose Highlands, Mass. 

Leander D. Sutherland Boston, Mass. 

Rev. Gideon Swim Petitcodiac, New Brunswick 

Mrs. Abby Watt Barrington, Nova Scotia 




The whole celebration passed off most pleasantly. 
The reunion of friends and relatives from a distance with 
each other and with the home friends was in itself a happy- 
feature, while a service of this nature and the preparations 
leading up to it formed together a unique event in the 
history of old Barrington that will long be remembered by 
the participants and by all the people of the vicinity, 
while this permanent monument will remain as a visible 
connecting link between the past and present, a silent re- 
minder of our honored ancestors and a token of respect 
from the present generation. 

Those who had the matter in hand feel greatly in 
debted to the many friends who by their interest, hearty 
co-operation, and financial assistance helped to bring about 
so happy a conclusion to this most interesting event.