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REYNOLDS   HISTORICAL 
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GRANITE  MONTHLY 


NEW  HAMPSHIRE  STATE  MAGAZINE 


VOLUME  LIII. 


5  5 


CONCORD,  NEW  HAMPSHIRE 


HARLAN  C.  PEARSON,  Publisher 


1921 


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Administration  of   Governor  Bartlett,  The.  by   H.   C.   Pearson    3 

Adventuresome  Sap  Gathering,  An.  by  Alice   Bartlett   Stevens   156 

All   Alone   in   the   Country,   by   Henry   Bailey   Stevens    259 

Amherst.  Sir  Jeffrey,  by  William   BoyUon   Rotch    15 

Beginnings  of  a  Great  New  Hampshire  Industry,  The.  by  George  B.  Upham   141 

Books  of   New   Hampshire    Interest. 

A  Flower  of  Monterey,  363;  Alice  Adams  444;  American  Red  Cross  Work. 
176;  Amy  Lowell's  Legends,  402;  A  Penny  Whistle.  545:  A  Wonderland 
of  the  East,  38;  Creative  Chemistry,  39;  fontemporary  Verse  Anthology. 
127;  Find  the  Woman,  218;  First  Down.  Kentucky.  545;  God's  Country. 
176;  Hail  Columbia.  362;  History  of  Sullivan,  314;  King  of  Kearsarge,  512; 
One  Act  Plays,  544;  Politics  Adjourned  and  Politics  Regained,  38;  Rainy 
Week.  562;  Russia  from  the  American  Embassy,  443;  St.  Andrews  Treasury 
of  Scottish  Verse.  41;  Since  the  Civil  War.  271;  Sister  Sue.  271;  Sea 
Lanes,  545;  Taft  Papers,  59;  The  Advancing  Hour,  176;  The  Beggar's 
Vision,  512;  The  Career  of  David  Noble.  544;  The  Flaming  Forest^  403; 
The  Dame  School  of  Experience,  $2:  The  Kingdom  Round  the  Corner, 
271;  The  Pride  of  Palomar,  444;  The  Princess  Xaida.  362;  The  Velvet 
Black,  2 IS;  Towns  of  New  England  and  Old  England,  403;  Waste  Paper 
Philosophy.  40. 

By   the   Veery's    Nest,   by    Caroline   S.   Allen _   527 

Collection   of   Old   New    England    Rugs,   A,   by    Ella   Shannon    Bowles    388 

Concord  Post  of  the  American   Legion,  by  George   W.   Parker   298 

Constitution   Day    413 

Editorials. 

Vital  Statistics.  36;  Compensations  of  Publication.  80;  Winter  Sports,  155; 
The  President's  Cabinet.  175.  Prize  Poem.  220;  State  Board  of  Education, 
269;  State  Commissions,  515;  Advertising  New  Hampshire,  360;  Old  Home 
Week.  401;  The  Tax  Conference,  441;  The  Teachers'  Convention,  515; 
Contests  and  Contents,  543. 
Famous    Adventurer    of   Three    Centuries    Ago.    A.   by    Rev.    Dr.    Fred'k     George 

Wright     429 

Forty   Years  a    Shaker,   by    Nicholas    A.   Briggs    19j    S6,    115     150 

High   Land,   by   Kenneth    P.    Musdock    , 33O 

Holt,    The    late    Benjamin    139 

Joe    Fmglish    Hill,    by    Harriet    Pervier ;q 

John    Sadler's    Return,   by    Charles    Ncvers    Holmes    3g4 

Looking  the  First  One  Over,  by  T.  Wise  Chaplin    252 

Man's    Love   for    Pine    Trees,    by    Roland    D.   Sawyer    438 

Mills   Family  of  Portsmouth.    \".   H..  A   Brief  Sketch  of,  by   Rev.  C.  B.  Mills 77 

New   Hampshire's   First    Live   Wire,   by   Harlan   C.   Pearson    485 

New    Hampshire    Necrology: 

Dr.  Alfred  W.  Abbott.  154;  Dr.  Florence  H.  Abbot,  405;  Judge  Edgar 
Aldrich,  451;  Mrs.  Abbie  S.  Ames.  84;  Norman  H.  Beane,  408;  Meshach 
H.  Bell,  365;  S.  Howard  Bell.  44;  A.  H.  Brown,  548;  Malcolm  L.  Bradlev, 
408;  V.  J.  Brcnnan.  224;  Albion  Burbank.  224;  John  T.  Busiel,  549;  F.  O. 
Chellis,  225;  A.  E.  Clark,  514;  C.  R.  Clark,  317;  G.  W.  Clvde,' 407;' W.  P 
Craig,  S3;  J.  B.  Crowley.  408;  D.  R.  Cole,  548;  D.  M.  Cur'rier,  224*;  H  B 
Day.  361;  S.  C.  Derby.  274.  O.  B.  Douglas,  43;  J.  M.  Dutton',  274*;  A.  A, 
Ellis,  365;  E.  O.  Fifield,  454;  A.  K.  Fiske,  614;  L.  G.  French,  274^  A.  L. 
Foote.  273;  Fines?  L.  Griffin,  407;  John  F.  Hazelton,  454;  Ira  F  Harris 
452;   Dr.  W.   A'.   Hayes,  406;   S.  C.   Hill,    134;   N.  W.   Hobbs,  405;   H.   L. 


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Home.  453;  John  M.  Howe,  453;  Joshua  W.  Hunt,  408;  John  W.  Jewel!. 
44,  Dr.  F.  W.  Jones,  407:  F.  L.  Kendall,  177;  Stephen  Kenny.  405;  Rev". 
Joseph  Kimball,  22'?;  Woodbury  Langdon,  54S;  E.  F.  Lane.  407;  G.  M.  L. 
Lane.  225:  W.  G.  Livingstone,  453;  \V.  F.  Low,  274;  C.  T.  McNally,  409; 
Rev.  H.  C.  McDougall.  83;  M.  S.  McCurdy,  224;  Dr.  S.  H.  McCollestcr'. 
316;  Mtlo  S.  Morrill.  547;  S.  F.  Murry,  274;  J.  B.  Nash,  317;  True  L.  Xor- 
n?.  43:  L.  \V.  Paul.  S3;  J.  \Y.  Pitman,  364;  \V.  H.  Plummer,  407;  Mrs  I 
W.  Nbyes.  83:  C.  S.  Pratt.  273;  H.  K.  Porter.  364;  Dr.  C.  E.  Quimbv 
549:  R.v.  W.  A.  Rand.  224;  Dr.  G.  H.  Saltmarsh.  514;  Rev.  C  S.  Sargent, 
514;  Gecrge  H.  Sawyer.  226:  Mrs.  Ellen  T.  Scales.  83;  I.  E.  Shepard,  44; 
Jeremiah  Smith,  453;  Rev.  \V.  B.  T.  Smith.  316;  Dr.  M.  C.  Spaulding..  364; 
Dr.  A.  J.  Stevens.  225:  \V.  E.  Stone.  453;  Dr.  H.  L.  Sweeny.  225;  E.  H 
Taylor.  453;  J.  E.  Tolles.  274;  W.  E.  Tolles,  316;  A.  H.  Thayer,  452;  L 
F.  Ttask,  273;  J.  P.  Tucker.  453:  H.  E.  Tutherly.  405;  David  Urch,  365; 
S.  S.  Webber.  364;  G.  K.  Webster.  406;  Leonard  Wellington,  549;  George 
Wentworth.  406;  J.  C.  Weston,  406;  Mary  H.  Wheeler,  273;  Luelta  M. 
Wilson.   406;    Clarence    M.   Woodbury.   407. 

New   Hampshire    State    Grange,    The,    by    Henry    H.    Metcalf    517 

New   Hampshire    Orphans'    Home.   The,    by    Rev.    M.   J.    Malvern    229 

New   State    Government.   The,   by    Henry    H.    Metcalf    47 

Notable   Occasion,  A,  by   Henry   H.   Metcalf    "...        395 

Old  Home  Week,  by  Will   M.   Cressy    y>\ 

Pittsfield's    150th    Year    Celebration    " .................   A57 

Poetry. 

A  February  Afternoon,  V.  B.  Ladd.  73;  A.  Garden,  M.  Aborn.  10;  After- 
math. A.  D.  O.  Greenwood,  390;  After  the  Snow  Storm.  C.  X.  Holmes. 
76;  Andante,  W.  B.  Wolfe,  313;  Alien,  Harold  Vinal,  35;  April.  M.  E. 
Hough.  174;  At  Peace,  F.  H.  R.  Poole,  311;  Au  Soleil.  W.  B.  Wolfe,  126; 
A   Christmas    Wish,    G.    H.    HubbardT  537. 

Back    Home,    Catherine    A.    Dole,    538;    Buttercups.    C.    W.   Avery.   272. 
Caesura,    W.    B.    Wolfe.   226;    Camilla    Sings,    Shirley    Harvey,    130;    Canoe- 
ing  on    Granite    Lake,      F.    H.    R.    Poole.    440;    Canterbury      Bells,      M.    H. 
Wheeler.  42;  Capitulation,  Cora  S.  Day.  346;  Constantinople,   E.  F.  Keene. 
509. 

Day,   Dawn,   Dusk.   Louise   K.   Pugh,   542;   Dawn.   F.  A.   Faunce,  344;   Day- 
Time,   M.   E.   Hough,   263;   Destiny,   Barbara   Hollis,  311. 
Eternity.   M.    G.    Roby.    129;    Eventide,   Julie   Korwin,   342. 
Finis,  C.   T.   Leonard.  33;    Forbidden  Things,   Gertrude   Jenckes.   352;    Frag- 
ment,   G.    F.   Whitcomb,    34;    From    the    Trail.    F.    H.    R.    Poole,    312. 
Go'Jdess-Moon,   L.   P.  Guyol,  442;   Guides.   Robert  Hallam,  261. 
Heart   of   Mine.    Kathleen    Xutter,   353;    He    Dreamed   of    Beauty.    Leighton 
Rollins,  448;  Home,  W.  B.  France,  348;  Helga  Tortenson,  R.  T.  Xordlund, 
355;    Homesick,    D.   T.    Wilton,    404;    Honored    by    Service,    Marion    Safley, 
357;   Hopes  Unfulfilled,   M.  S.   Baker,  450;   Hours.   Hazel   Hall,  351;   Heart- 
aches,   Caroline    Fisher,   347;    Home    Builders,    Barbara    Hollis,   271;    House 
of  Dreams,  M.  I.  Whittier,  450. 

I  Cleaned  My  Hou>e  To-day,  K.  C.  Balderston.  155;  If  Winter  Comes, 
G.  M.  Hillman,  433;  Imprisoned  Earth.  D.  E.  Collister,  350;  Indecision, 
L.  H.  Crowley.  347;  In  Memory,  Jay  Fitzgerald,  344;  Inspiration,  L.  Bron- 
ner,  Jr..  215;  In  the  Country,  R.  B.  Eddy,  297;  In  the  Roman  Forurn,  Z. 
J.  McCormick,  546;  In  Violet  Time,  L.  A.  Sherman,  174;  I  Want  to  Sing, 
G.    S.    OrcuU.    149, 


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January.  Albert    \nnett.  35;  John  Says  Tic's  Dead.   R.  D.  Ware.   112;  Joys 
of  a   Tie-Maker,   Cecil    Ritche^,  354.      » 
Life,    Ida    B.   Rossiter,   344. 

Memory,  Cora  S.  Day,  325;  Memories,  C.  T.  Leonard,  129;  Memories,  \Y. 
E.  Stearns,  546;  Moonlight  Phantasy,  Ruth  Metzger,  18;  Memory  Pic- 
tures, L.  H.  Heath,  3°7;  Moon-Melody,  G.  C.  Howes,  345;  Morning 
Prayer.  C.  W.  Avery.  339;  Moosilauke,  G.  S.  Orcutt,  392;  Mt.  Washing- 
ton, D.  E,  Adams.  338:  My  Baby,  G.  A.  Foster.  251;  My  Den  Fire.  Clif- 
ford Rose,  359;  My  Little  Love.   E.  W.  Matthews,  34. 

Nature,  E.  W.  Matthews,  171;  New  Hampshire,  A.  S.  Hatton,  312;  New- 
Hampshire  Gems,  M.  S.  Brewster,  393;  Nonchalance,  M.  L.  Runbeck, 
215;  Nothing  Common  or  Unclean.  C.  VV.  Avery.  395;  November  in  New- 
England,  C.  T.  Curtis,  510;  Night  at  Ossipee  A.  S.  Beane,  397. 
October,  K.  S.  Oakes,  446;  October.  F.  W.  Turner,  446;  Ode  to  New 
Hampshire,  L.  P.  Wemple,  409;  On  Reading  Mr.  Wells.  K.  C.  Balder- 
ston,  26S;  Opportunity,  A.  S.  Lear,  261;  Terapora,  Mores,  F.  H.  McLain, 
394;  O  Little  Breeze,  G.  I.  Putnam;  396;  Old  Memories;  J.  E.  Hussey, 
396. 

Pause,  Harold  Vinal,   111;  Phases,  B.  C.  Sterett,  349;  Pipes  of  Pan,  E.  H. 
Gordon,   248;    Poet   and    Pilgrim,   J.   E.    Bowman,    223;    Presence,    Leighton  . 
Rollins,    121. 

Rain  in  April  H.  A.  Parker,  177;  Revenge,  B.  F.  Gile,  337;  Roses,  F. 
P.   Keyes.   427. 

September,  P.  R.  Bugbee.  377;  September  in  the  Mountains.  K.  S.  Oakes, 
391;  Shaker  Meeting,  A.  C.  True,  122;  Shadow  of  the  Wolf,  Agnes  Ryan, 
539;  Silences.  J.  H.  Ayres,  449;  Smiles,  K.  H.  Graves.  358;  Snow-Trail, 
B.  L.  Kenyon,  32;  Song  in  September,  B.  L.  Kenyon,  34;  Song  of  Spring, 
M.  G.  Roby,  214;  Sonnet,  L.  P.  Guyol,  542;  Sonnet.  Harold  Vinal,  223; 
Southern  River  Song,  A.  W.  Driscoll,  346;  Spring.  M.  S.  Baker,  141;  Star 
Flowers,  L.  P.  Guyol,  55;  Storm  Warning,  M.  E.  Nella,  391;  Steeple  Bush, 
S.  R.  Abbott  and  A.  M.  Shepard,  399;  Sunset.  A.  Annett,  398;  Surrender, 
Bess   Norris  350. 

Tam  o'  Shanters,  D.  W.  Smith,  74;  Taters,  E.  H.  Richards,  39S;  The  Angel 
of  the  Hidden  Face,  H.  L.  Newman,  314;  The  Abandoned  House,  L.  S. 
Keech.  34.3;  The  Best  Beloved.  C.  W.  Avery.  222;  The  Blind.  E.  C.  Lit- 
sey,  350;  The  Camper's  Rain  Sign,  E.  W.  Vinton,  395;  The  Church  With- 
out Walls,  W.  T.  Billings,  508;  The  Dance,  E.  W.  Matthews,  400;  The 
Gardener,   C.  W.  Avery,   312;   The   Gracious   Lover,   L.   P.   Guyol,  ;   The 

Homeland,  Marjorie  Packard,  540;  The  Harbinger  of  Spring,  J.  E.  Hus- 
sey, 170;  The  Hillside's  Chief,  P.  R.  Bugbee.  221;  The  Immortal  Spark, 
M.  R.  Cole,  262;  The  Lights  Come  On,  A.  J.  Beckard,  219;  The  Messen- 
ger, A.  J.  Dolloff,  35;  The  Miracle  of  Night,  Laura  A.  Davis.  343;  The 
Music  of  the  Forest,  A.  J.  Dclloff,  3S3;  The  Old  Canals  of  England,  H. 
,M-  Campbell,  445;  The  Old  Man  of  the  Mountain,  Eleanor  Baldwin,  541; 
The  Old  Man  of  the  Mountain,  Ida  B.  Rossiter,  121;  The  Pacific,  Caroline 
Fisher,  272;  The  Real  World,  Mary  Burke,  342;  There  is  a  House  upon 
a  Hill,  M.  C.  Watson,  81;  The  Road  to  Jericho,  A.  M.  Shepard,  180;  The 
Road,  Z.  G.  D.,  447;  The  Reckoning,  H.  M.  Philbrook,  437;  The  Storm, 
Freda  Kellum,  352;  The  Singing  Heart,  Lucy  W.  Perkins,  399;  The  Stars, 
S.  E.  Rowe,  394;  The  Story  of  Pemigewasset,  W.  C.  Adams,  67;  Thoughts 
on  the  Colors  of  the  Night,  L.  Rollins,  216;  To  Dawn,  G.  F.  Whitcomb, 
128;  To  a  Cynic,  L.  P.  Guyol,  512;  To  My  Quaker  Grandmother,  K.  C.  Bal- 


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derston,    513;    Trade's    Temple.    Jean    M     Batchelder,    541;    Tschaikowsky's 

Symphony,  J.    K.  Curtis,  .330;  Twilight  in   Babylon,  M.   Loscalzo,  347;  The 

Flag  at   Halt-Mast.   S.  C.   Worthen,   540. 

Unborn   Star;.   L.   Rollins.  312;   Unsatisfied.    R.   B.   Eddy,   84. 

Valentine.    Elaine    Stern.    173;    Villanelle,   T.   J.    Murray.   222. 

Where    the    Home    Light    Gleams.    R.    W.    Temple.    380;    White    Mountains 

in  Spring,  R.  E.   Barclay,  354;   Will  of  Miles  Standish,  J.   E.   Bowman,  387. 

Your   Voice,   A.   M.   Buchanan.   345. 

Problem  in   Constitutional  Amendment,   A.  by    L.   D.  White    532 

Psalm   of  the    Big   Rock.   The.   by   F.    R.   R.ogers    363 

Richardson.    Guy,    by    Fanny    R.    Poole    249 

Second   Permanent   New   England   Settlement,   The,   by    Ida    C.    Roberts    264 

Seward,  Rev.  Josiah   L.,  by  S.   H.   McCollcster    277 

Seward's    Village,    by    Mr^.    Frank    B.    Kingsbury    279 

Squar'    Applesauce,    by    George    I.    Putnam    123 

State   Senate.  The,  by  Henry   H.   Metcalt    87 

Wonoiancet   Club,   The,  by    George   W.   Parker    369 

Work  of  the   Legislature,  The,  by  Henry   H.   Metcalt    183 


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the  preferred  stock  outstanding.  Any  further  dividends  shall  be  divided  be- 
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which    we   believe   accurate   and    reliable. 

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His   Excellency,  John   H.    Barilett, 
Governor  of  New  Hampshire,   1919-1920. 


THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


Vol.  LIU. 


JANUARY,  1921 


No.  1 


THE  ADMINISTRATION  OF  GOV.   BARTLETT 


//.    C.    fear  Si 


Within  the  memory  of  the  pres- 
ent generation,  New  Hampshire  has 
had  no  chief  executive,  who  attain- 
ed more  widespread  distinction  as 
a  public  sneaker  than  Governor 
fohn  II.  Kartlett.  whose  admini- 
stration ended  on  January  6th. 

New  Hampshire  governors  al- 
ways are  in  constant  demand  to 
speak  at  gatherings  within  and 
without  the  state.  If  our  gov- 
ernors accepted  all  of  these  invita- 
tions that  come  to  them  during  the 
two  years  they  are  in  office,  they 
would  have  time  for  little  else  than 
preparing-  and  delivering  addresses. 

Governor  Bartlett  has  been  quite 
as  popular  a  choice  to  grace  special 
functions  and  important  gather- 
ings with  his  own  constituents,  as 
have  been  his  predecessors :  and  he 
has  also  been  in  frequent  demand  to 
speak  outside  the  state,  and  has  ac- 
cepted enough  of  these  invitations 
to  make  him  a  national  figure  as  a 
platform  orator. 

1  am  informed  on  reliable  au- 
thority that  the  director  of  the 
speakers'  bureau  of  the  Republican 
National  Committee,  has  stated 
that  Governor  Bartlett  was  ranked 
as  one  of  the  four  most  effective 
campaigners  the  Republicans  had 
in  the  country  last  fall.  'This  will 
be  no  surprise  to  New  Hampshire 
people,  for  they  have  long  had  Gov- 
ernor Bartlett  placed  in  the  front 
rank  of  public   speakers. 

Governor  Bartlett.  in  whatever 
sort  of  gatherings  he  finds  himself, 
and  whether  the  notice  is  long  or 
short,  always  has  something  inter- 
esting to  say  and  he  says  it  in  a 
thoroughly  pleasing  and  effective 
manner. 


Two  of  his  addresses  to  Xew 
Hampshire  audiences.  however, 
stand  out  most  prominently,  not  to 
mention  his  inaugural  message  to 
the  1919  Legislature,  which  outlined 
an  administration  program  about 
equally  pleasing  and  displeasing  to 
a  large  number  of  those  who  heard 
him    deliver    the    message. 

The  first  of  the  specially  note- 
worthy addresses  was  made  at  the 
Labor  day  celebration  in  Contoo- 
cook  River  Park,  on  Labor  day, 
1919,  and  the  other  was  his  address 
to  the  Merrimack  County  Pomona 
Grange  in  Concord  last  year. 

It  required  courage  of  a  high  or- 
der to  discuss  the  labor  question  as 
Governor  Bartlett  did  before  the 
Labor  Unionists,  for  he  did  not 
hesitate  to  tell  them  that  in  too 
man}'  instances  workingmen  were 
not  giving  anything  like  a  fair  re- 
turn for  the  big  wages  they  were 
being  paid-  It  was  not  the  sort  of 
speech  an  orator  desirous  only  to 
make  a  hit  with  his  hearers  would 
make,  but  it  did  come  in  for  wide 
reading  and  commendation  for  the 
timely  warning  it  carried,  and  it 
is  to  the  credit  of  the  Concord  Labor 
Unionists  that  they  took  the  coun- 
sel in  the  broad  spirit  in  which  it 
was  given. 

The  Grange  speech  attained  still 
wider  distribution,  the  members  of 
the  order  who  heard  it  being  so 
deeply  impressed  with  its  splendid 
Americanism  and  the  effectiveness 
of  its  summary  of  world  conditions, 
then  even  more  chaotic  than  at 
present,  that  almost  before  the 
speaker  had  taken  his  seat,  they 
voted  unanimously  and  enthusias- 
tically   to   have    copies    printed    and 


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sent  to  every  Granger  in  Xew 
Hampshire.  The  New  Hampshire 
Manufacturers'  Association  also 
had  the  address  attractively  re- 
printed and  sent  to  many  similar 
organizations  and  Chambers  of 
Commerce  throughout    the   country. 

Here  in  New  Hampshire  Gov- 
ernor Rartlett  lias  been  counted  an 
able  political  campaigner  for  some 
time,  but  until  he  became  his 
state's  chief  executive  lie  had  done 
little,  if  any,  campaigning  outside 
the  state.  When  Governor  Cool- 
idge  was  so  viciously  beset  in  the 
campaign  following  his  courageous 
action  in  the  Boston  police  strike, 
and  the  Republican  leaders  fear- 
ful that  the  exponents  of  disorder 
bade  fair  to  triumph  in  the  election, 
were  sending  out  frantic  calls  for 
help  everywhere.  Governor  Bart- 
lett  responded  and  went  into  Massa- 
chusetts to  help  his  fellow  Gov- 
ernor. 

His  first  assignment  was  to  ad- 
dress an  unimportant  meeting  near 
Springfield.  He  made  one  of  the 
speeches,  we  in  New  Hampshire 
would  call  a  characteristic  Bartlett 
speedy  which  is  to  say  "hot  stuff." 
But  it  was  a  revelation  to  the 
Massachusetts  politicians.  The 
Bartlett  itinerary  was  immediately 
revir.eo  and  throughout  the  remain- 
ing ten  days  of  the  campaign  he 
was  in  the  thick  of  the  light.'  wind- 
ing up  with  Governor  Coolidge  at 
the  big  final  rally  in  Faneuil  Hall, 
the  night  before  election. 

What  he  did  in  '  Massachusetts 
became  known  to  the  national  com- 
mittee managers,  and,  last  fall, 
Governor  Bartlett  was  early  invit- 
ed to  go  out  on  the  big  speakers' 
circuit.  He  accepted  gladly  and 
was  used  every  night  he  could  be 
away  from  Xew  Hampshire  during 
the    last    three    weeks    of    the    cam- 


paign. He  made  no  less  than  six 
addresses  in  Xew  York  City  and 
numerous  others  in  Xew  '  York 
State,  Pennsylvania,  Xew  Jersey, 
Maryland,  West  Virginia,  Massa- 
chusetts, Connecticut  and  Rhode 
Island,  being  used,  when  possible, 
in  supposedly  close  and  doubtful 
localities. 

It  is  on  the  strength  of  what 
Governor  Rartlett  did  in  the  Cool- 
idge governorship  campaign  and  the 
national  campaign  last  year,  that 
those  cognizant  of  what  is  likely 
to  be  awarded  Xew  England,  in  the 
way  of  important  appointments  by 
the  Harding  administration,  expect 
Governor  Rartlett  to  be  one  of  those 
in  this  section  who  will  be  offered 
special   distinction. 

From  the  foregong  there  might 
be  an  inference  drawn  that  all  of 
Governor  Rartlctt's  time  has  been 
devoted  to  making  speeches  during 
the  past  two  years.  That  is  wide 
of  the  truth,  however,  for  he  had 
in  hand  many  affairs  of  hrge  im- 
portance to  the  state's  welfare,  and. 
invariably  he  has  handled  them 
with  the  prompt  efficiency  to  be 
looked  for  from  one  with  his  poli- 
tical,   legal    and    business    training. 

Not  everybody,  by  any  means, 
has  always  agreed  with  Governor 
Bartlett's  viewpoint  As  a  matter 
of  true  statement  there  lias  been 
very  wide  divergence  from  his 
views  on  some  questions,  but  those 
who  have  disagreed  with  him  never 
have  questioned  his  honesty  of  pur- 
pose, nor  his  courage  in  carrying 
out  his  ideas,  whether  the  storm 
headed  his  way  was  one  of  ap- 
proval   or    disapproval. 

fie  welcomed  Devalera  and  Rock- 
efeller and  Edison  and  Burroughs 
with  even  grace  when  they  visited 
the  state,  and  he  was  no  less  graci- 
ous in  sending  an  invitation   to  the 


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Prince  of  Wales  to  come  to  New- 
Hampshire,  when  the  Prince  was  in 
Canada. 

Governor  Bartlett  himself  has 
given  a  comprehensive  outline  of 
what  he  deems  the  important  official 
acts  of  his  administration,  in  his 
farewell  address  to  the  Legislature, 
which  is  printed  herewith  as  an 
important  part  of  the  historical 
record  of  New  Hampshire.  The 
Governor    said  : 

The  administration  which  is  now 
ending  has  dealt  with  that  two-year 
period  of  New  Hampshire's  history 
immediately  following  the  vic- 
torious conclusion  of  the  most 
devastating  and  deadly  world  war. 
The  next  biennial  period  which  is 
entrusted  to  my  worthy  successor 
and  to  you,  will  also  have  its  very 
serious  problem?.  In  passing  to 
others  the  insignia  of  office  and  pub- 
lic trust,  it  becomes  our  duty  to 
give  at  least  a  brief  report  of  our 
Stewardship,  and  to  endow  you  with 
such  recital  concerning  our  experi- 
ence as  may  be  helpful  in  continuing 
without  impairment  the  progress 
of  the  ship  of  stare- 

In  accordance  with  the  law,  the 
departments  have  already  prepared 
reports  in  detail  of  their  service 
within  the  jurisdictional  limits  defin- 
ed by  statute.  These  reports  must- 
all  be  studied  by  one  who  seeks  to 
know  the  condition  of  the  state,  I 
express  no  opinion  of  the  depart- 
mental requests  for  appropriations. 
The  retiring  administration  began 
by  the  enactment  of  certain  laws  and 
the  making  of  certain  appropriations 
which  may  be  found  in  the  pamph- 
let entitled  "Laws  of  1919."  Your 
work  begins  where  this  volume  ends. 
1  wo  pieces  of  legislation  enacted 
during  the  past  two  years  will  un- 
doubtedly stand  forever  towering  at 
mountain  height  above  all  others. 
1  refer  to  "suffrage"  and  to  "pro- 
hibition." These  are  history.  With 
^    strong    public    sentiment    behind 


them,  and  because  they  are  so  mani- 
festly right  in  principle,  there  can 
be  little  doubt  that  they  will  be 
allowed  to  remain  as  completed  and 
settled  issues. 

Next  in  importance  as  marking  a 
real  epoch,  in  our  state  was  the 
adoption  of  the  principles  of  "Ameri- 
canization," "Equalization,"  and 
"Supervision"  with  relation  to  our 
school  system.  At  a  time  when  re- 
construction measures  of  the  surest 
objective  were  desperately  sought 
as  necessities  of  continued  national 
existence,  this  legislation  was  par- 
ticularly fortunate,  and  has  made 
New  Hampshire  somewhat  of  a 
pioneer  in  the  new  era  of  schools 
following  the  war. 

Of  the  soundness  of  the  princi- 
ples, there  can  be  no  question.  Of 
the  wisdom  of  making  the  state  the 
educational  unit,  and  directing  cen- 
ter of  all  -public  schools  it  would 
seem  there  could  be  no  doubt.  Of 
the  advisability  of  having  a  state 
school  board  of  practical  business 
men  to  act  as  an  administrative  and 
judicial  bulwark,  there  can  scarce- 
ly be  any  difference  of  opinion.  An 
organization  of  highly  trained  pro- 
fessional, and  more  or  less  techni- 
cal educators  requires  the  solid 
backing  of  courage  and  common 
sense  which  should  always  exist  in 
a  state  board,  and  which  I  believe 
does  exist  in  our  board  which  con- 
sists of  Messrs.  Streeter,  Hutchins, 
Fry,  Lessard  and  Paine.  I  desire 
here  to  express  my  deep  apprecia- 
tion of  their  splendid   service. 

With  reference  to  finances,  par- 
ticularly, the  new  school  law  is  not 
well  understood  because  of  the  fact 
that  it  consolidates  lines  of  work- 
formerly  done  separately,  and  in 
other  matters  acts  as  a  kind  of 
clearing  house-  It  might  seem  to 
the  casual  observer  to  have  added 
more  to  the  expenses  of  the  state 
than  it  really  has. 

The  law  compels  universal  super- 
vision.    Prior   to    it,    there    was    no 


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supervision  .in  a  large  number  of 
places  and  those  were  the  ones  that 
most  needed  it.  This  additional 
supervision  costs  someone  about. 
$70,000.  The  law  provides  for  pay- 
ing fur  all  supervision  in  the  state 
by  a  S2-per-child  tax.  This  method 
distributes  the  expense  so  that  the 
more  favored  centers,  to  some  ex- 
lent,  aid  in  bearing  the  burden  of 
less  favored  communities.  Ex- 
perience has  proven  that  S2  is  not 
enough  for  this  purpose  unless  the 
salaries  of  the  superintendents  are 
to  be  reduced.  The  State  Board 
decided  that  men  having  such  im- 
portant work  to  do  should  be  men 
who  are  worth  $2.000. — should  be 
men  of  that  size.  The  law  permits 
the  districts  or  unions  to  increase 
this  sum  by  bearing  one-half  the 
increase  themselves.  The  fact  that 
every  union  in  the  state  has  itself 
increased  this  minimum-  salary,  en- 
tirely relieves  the  State  Board  of  any 
criticism  that  they  are  too  high. 

You  have  a  right,  if  you  desire, 
to  amend  the  law  making  the  dis- 
tricts pay  all  the  increase,  or  you 
may  reduce  the  minimum  if  you 
desire.  But  in  doing  so  you  are 
sending  cheaper  men  into  these  im- 
portant fields  to  feed  the  minds  of 
future  Americans.  There  are  sixty- 
four  .  supervisory  unions.  The 
salaries  amounted  last  year  to 
$186,596,  which  was  about  $40,000 
in  excess  of  the  receipts  from  the 
$2  tax.  The  State  Board  collects 
the  tax  and  pays  the  superintendents 
who  were  formerly  paid  from  the 
city  or  town  treasuries. 

The  "equalization"  feature,  of  the 
law  is  as  large  as  you  care  to  make 
it.  Many  poor  towns  cannot  have 
decent  schools  unless  the  state  aids 
them-  _  Last  year  $283,000  was  used 
for  this  purpose.  This  amount 
does  very  good  work.  I  note  that 
the  Board  this  year  suggests 
$400,000.  This  would  do  excellent 
work.     It  is  your  problem. 

I  he  actual  additional  expense  for 


administering  the  department  is 
only  about  815.000  more  thaif  the 
old  system  of  administration. 

J  he  Stale  Board  carried  on  with- 
out interruption  the  work  of  the 
former  Department  of  Public  In- 
struction, including  the  direction  of 
the  two  normal  schools,  the  admini- 
stration of  the  child  labor  and 
mother's  aid  laws,  and  the  inspec- 
tion   and   approval   of  high   schools. 

The  state  aid  has  made  possible 
a  thirty-six-week  year  for  all  chil- 
dren, giving  6500  rural  school  chil- 
dren at  least  four  weeks  more  of 
schooling  than  the  districts  have 
ever  been  able  to  give  them  before. 

The  Board  has  caused  526  of  the 
1117  school  buildings  in  use  to  be 
improved  or  remodeled  along  better 
lines. 

It  has  formulated  and  put  into 
operation  plans  for  the  systematic 
improvement  of  the  health  "of  school 
chddreu.  It  has  brought  to  clinics 
117  children.  It  has  extended  health 
supervision  until  it  has  reached  98 
per  cent  of  our  public  school  chil- 
dren. 

It  has  been  able  to  so  combine 
the  districts  of  the  state  into  super- 
visory unions  that  economical  super- 
vision is  for  the  first  time  possible. 
It  has  employed  well  trained  and 
experienced  superintendents  for  all 
unions. 

For  the  first  time  it  has  certified 
or  licensed  all  teachers  in  our  pub- 
lic schools.  It  has  improved  the 
quality  of  instruction  by  accepting 
as  teachers  only  those'  who  meet 
fixed  standards  of  education  and 
training.  The  morale  of  the  pro- 
fession  has    been    improved. 

It  has  brought  Americanization 
ideals  to  thousands  of  foreign-born 
and  has  increased  the  attendance  at 
evening  schools  from    1500  to  6000. 

It  has  secured  co-operative  work- 
ing relations  with  the  parochial 
schools  of  the  Roman  Catholic 
church  and  with  other  private 
schools,    and      has      sympathetically 


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inspected  and  reported  on  all  such 
schools.  1  officially  commend  this 
patriotic  co-operation. 

It  has  accomplished  these  results 
in  a  period  of  advancing-  costs  at  a 
total  increase  in  expense  to  state 
and   districts   of  about  21    per   cent. 

The  worst  abuse  of  advancing 
costs  is  in  connection  with  the  law 
compelling  the  transportation  of 
school  children.  The  total  cost  of 
all  transportation  of  pupils  in  the 
state  in  1916  was  $90,000,  but  by 
1920  it  had  increased  to  $195,000. 
There  must  be  some  wrong  here 
somewhere.  For  your  information 
only,  1  quote  a  few  other  figures. 
The  total  co^t  of  all  schools  in  the 
state  in  1916  was  $2,285,000,  in  1918 
it  was  $3,248,000,  and  in  1920  it  was 
$3,960/500,  or  a  gain  in  two  years 
of  about  21  percent  as  compared 
with  the  gain  of  about  42  percent 
for  the  preceding  two  years.  The 
total  cost  of  all  teachers  in  the 
state  was  $1,269,000  in  1916.  and 
$2,071,000  in  1920.  Janitors'  salari- 
es increased  from  $100,000  to  $175,- 
000,  text  books  from  $55,000  to 
$81,000,  fuel,  light  and  incidentals 
from  $128,000  to  $248,000. 

The  cost  of  all  schools  in  the 
state  in  1920  averaged  approximate- 
ly $7  on  a  thousand  on  all  taxable 
property  in  the  state.  But  there 
were  almost  shocking  differences, 
however,  in  the  different  towns  and 
cities.  Some  raised  only  $3.50, 
while  others  raised  as  high  as  $12 
on  a  thousand.  These  conditions 
which  are  being  revealed  under  the 
careful  study  of  the  board  open  up 
new  problems.  I  think  our  present 
system  is  best  calculated  to  solve 
them.  The  fact  that  the  total 
school  expense  in  the  entire  state 
increased  only  21  per  cent  under 
the  new  board  in  the  past  two 
years  as  against  at  least  50  percent 
increase  in  the  cost  of  living,  and 
as  against  42  percent  increase  in 
schools  themselves  during  the  two 
years   preceding   the   advent   of    the 


school  board  not  only  vindicates 
but  extols  the  system. 

There  are  outstanding  instances 
of  criticisable  things  in  school  mat- 
ters but  they  are  the  discoveries  of 
the  law  and  not  the  off-spring  of  it- 
For  instance,  the  city  of  Concord 
received  school  aid  under  the  law  in 
a  class  with  needy  towns.  Xo 
city  or  town  of  over  3,000  people 
should  be  eligible  to  state  aid  or 
to  be  reimbursed  for  high  school 
tuition. 

Xo  one  who  opposes  the  policy 
of  putting  money  into  the  neediest 
towns  in  order  that  small  children 
there  may  have  a  decent  educational 
start  in  life  can  ever  be  heard  to  ad- 
vocate appropriating  even  one  cent 
toward  giving  the  older  boys  and 
girls  a  college  education  at  Durham 
or  elsewhere.  If  we  cannot  afford 
to  care  for  our  small  and  helpless 
little  ones,  we  certainly  cannot  af- 
ford to  aid  the  strong  "grown-ups" 
who  can  hunt  for  themselves  for  a 
college  education,  as  many  of  us 
were  obliged  to  do.  The  quality  of 
our  citizenship  is  developed  in  the 
district  and  elementary  schools. 
The  elementary  schools  are  for  all. 
the  colleges  for  only  a  few.  The 
young  should  have  the  first  lien  on 
our  money- 

The  elementary  schools  of  the 
country  are  being  ruined  by  the  far 
too  numerous  and  extended  re- 
quirements fixed  by  the  college 
authorities.  The  high  schools  have 
a  curriculum  forced  upon  them  by 
the  college  requirements  that  pre- 
cludes the  possibility  of  thorough- 
ness. This  high  school  situation 
compels  the  grammar  schools  to 
cover  too  much,  to  make  the  work 
superficial,  to  put  languages  in  at 
the  expense  of  the  rudiments,  and 
to  spoil  the  training  of  the  many 
who  can  remain  in  school  only  a 
few  years.  The  pace  is  too  swift 
and  the  road  too  long  for  thorough- 
ness. It  is  set  by  the  college  ideal- 
ists  for   the   benefit  of   the    brilliant 


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10  percent,  while  the  remaining  90 
percent  who  are  to  become  the 
backbone  of  our  civilization  fall  by 
the  wayside  of  learning,  and  go  in- 
to life  ignorant  of  those  absolutely 
indispensable  element:,  of  education, 
and  lamentably  handicapped  in  the 
struggle  for  a  livelihood. 

The  voice  of  the  American  people 
must  cry  out  against  such  leader- 
ship by  the  college  pace-setters. 
The  average  and  ordinary  boy  and 
girl  must  have  a  chance  to  learn  a 
few  necessary  things  with  abiding 
thoroughness.  They  cannot  do 
this,  and  they  do  not  do  this,  under 
the  existing  educational  standards 
of  this  country  today.  The  poor 
boys  and  girls  who  constitute  the 
mass  do  not  have  a  fair  show  in  such 
a  swift  pace.  They  can  go  to 
school  only  a  little  while.  It  is  bad 
for  our  civilization.  We  are  as 
speed-mad  in  our  educational  system 
as  v/e  are  in  automobiling-  I  speak 
of  it  here  only  to  aid  in  arousing 
public  sentiment  to  fight  what  is 
next  to  crime  against  the  young  of 
our    land. 

This  may  well  lead  me  to  report 
on  the  State  College.  Its  future 
policies  must  be  left  to  other  ad- 
visors. We  have  recognized  its 
value,  its  important  place  and  have 
appropriated  more  generously  than 
usual  for  it.  We  have  been,  or  have 
tried  to  be,  as  just  friends  to  the 
institution  as  a  survey  of  the  in- 
terests of  all  departments  in  the 
state  permitted  us  to  be.  It  must 
.  continue  to  serve  the  cause  of  high- 
er education  in  fields  intended  for 
it.  But  it  is  perfectly  clear  that 
we  have  in  this  college  a  vital  ques- 
tion which  must  be  dealt  with  care- 
fully and  firmly. 

The  state  is  not  in  sufficiently 
close  business  relation  to  this  in- 
stitution. WTe  are  educating  young 
men  there,  and  also  young  women, 
at  an  average  loss,  or  cost,  to  the 
state  of  from  $300  to  $500  per 
scholar  per  year,  and  all  of  the  in- 


crease falls  upon  the  state  treasury, 
since  its  permanent  income  is  fixed. 
General  expense  conditions  here 
will  improve  as  prices  go  down. 
But  the  growth  of  the  college  in 
numbers  has  been  phenomenal, 
possibly  alarming,  considering  the 
cost  of  each  one  to  the  state.  There 
is  scarcely  any  limit  as  to  how  large 
it  may  grow  or  as  to  how  much  it 
will   cost. 

I  believe  the  state  by  a  very  defi- 
nite law,  after  figuring  out  what  it 
can  annually  afford  to  do  for  this  in- 
stitution, should  most  carefully  pre- 
scribe by  law  the  limits  within  which 
the  college  must  keep  in  every  line 
of  its  activity  involving  the  public 
moneys.  The  state  should,  by  some- 
system  of  supervision  make  cer- 
tain that  those  limits  be  not  passed. 
1  will  go  no  furthei  into  the  details 
of  this  question  since  my  purpose  is 
merely  to  emphasize  that  no  de- 
partment of  the  state  should  be  per- 
mitted to  establish,  by  its  own  ac- 
tion alone,  any  policies,  practices, 
or  salaries,  which  create  debts  for 
the  legislature  to  meet. 

This  institution,  as  I  understand 
it,  has  the  power  to  borrow  money, 
receive  a  limitless  number  of  stu- 
dents, enlarge  the  college  curricu- 
lum, erect  new  buildings,  fix  salaries, 
in  other  ways  add  to  the  permanent 
charge  upon  the  state,  and  all  with- 
out legislative  authority.  The  state 
should  be  consulted  first,  before 
any  step  is  taken  which  adds  to 
the  expense  of  the  state-  I  express 
this  view  with  positiveness,  and 
with  the  reassurance  that  I  am  a 
friend  of  the  college,  and  have  the 
highest  respect  and  admiration  for 
the  capable,  honest,  efficient  and 
most  excellent  President  of  the 
college  who  is,  in  my  opinion,  one 
of  the  hardest  worked  men  in  the 
employ  of  the  state,  and  also  with 
full  confidence  in  the  excellent 
hoard  of  trustees. 

I  would  expect  that  the  president 
himself    would   prefer   to   have   such 


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a  definite  and  fixed  plan  prescrib- 
ed, and  to  know  precisely  the  very 
definitely  policy  of  the  state,  and 
his  financial  limits,  rathei  than  be 
left  in  the  maze  of  uncertainties  and 
worrfe?  which  surround  his  prob- 
lem at  tli :  present  time.  There 
is,  presumably,  some  limit  on  the 
amount  of  money  which  the  state 
can  afford  to  raise  by  taxation  for 
this  institution,  consequently  some 
limit  upon  the  size  to  which  it  may 
be  allowed  to  enlarge  at  the  expense 
of  the  state.  If  this  be  so,  let  those 
limits  be  fixed.  If  it  be  not  so,  let 
us  be  prepared  (without  censure) 
to  raise  any  sums  asked  for  to  meet 
the  debts  created,  or  work  to  be 
performed.  I  am  testify  to  the  ex- 
cellence of  this  college  and  I  appeal 
very  earnestly  to  all  charitably  in- 
clined persons,  and  to  benevolent 
will-makers  to  create  memorial  en- 
dowments to  assist  struggling  stu- 
dents  at   this   institution. 

The  Department  of  Agriculture  is 
of  very  substantial  value  to  the 
state.  It  is  effectively  and  pro- 
gressively managed,  and  I  believe 
its  funds  are  very  economically  ad- 
ministered. But  it  is  for  you  to 
decide  how  much  money  shall  be 
devoted   to  its  various  activities. 

In  co-operation  with  the  federal 
bureau  of  Animal  Industry  there 
developed  an  unlooked-for  and  ser- 
ious situation  with  reference  to 
bovine  tuberculosis.  Our  appro- 
priated funds-  were  entirely  insuf- 
ficient to  compensate  for  the  neces- 
sary destruction  of  animals,  and  the 
governor  and  council,  under  emer- 
gency powers,  transferred  consid- 
erable sums  to  meet  the  crisis. 

There  exists  sufficient  evidence 
of  at  least  a  small  percentage  of 
trausmissibility  of  this  terrible 
disease  to  humans,  and  particularly 
to  babies,  enough  to  forbid  ignoring 
it,  although,  there  are  experts  who 
are  skeptical  about  the  theory  of 
transmissibility.  All  concede  the 
commercial  value  of  a  good  reputa- 


tion for  Xew  Hampshire  animal 
products  in  the  general  market,  as 
to  being  free  from  this  disease.  We 
have  no  reason,  however,  to  be 
panicky  about  it.  Conditions  here 
are  much  better  than  in  most  states. 

Tiie  Bureau  of  Markets  is  prov- 
ing of  substantial  help  to  the  farm- 
ers and  to  the  local  purchasers  as 
well.  It  is  increasing  in  efficiency 
and  practicability.  The  certainty 
of  a  market  for  the  small  producers 
is  a  great  stimulus  to  additional  en- 
deavor- 

A  state  like  ours  can  afford  as  a 
business  proposition  to  spend  small 
autumn  of  1919  was  pronounced 
Our  exhibition  at  Springfield  in  the 
autumn  of  1919  was  prononunced 
the  best  of  the  ten  states  there  rep- 
resented. Practically  every  kind  of 
a  New  Hampshire  enterprise  was 
there  displayed  and  exhibited  to 
hundreds  of  thousands  of  people. 
We  deemed  the  money  well  spent. 

The  Department  of  Agriculture 
attends  to  insect  suppression,  the 
regulation  of  the  sale  of  commer- 
cial feeding  stuffs,  commercial  fer- 
tilizer, fungicides  and  insecticides, 
testing  agricultural  seed,  inspection 
of  nurseries  and  nursery  stock, 
registry  of  stallions,  licensing  of 
dealers  in  dairy  products,  inspection 
of  fruit  under  the  apple-grading  law, 
and  it  holds  profitable  farmers'  in- 
stitutes.    Its  work  should  go  on. 

Vital  beyond  our  usual  concep- 
tion is  the  highway  problem.  In 
general  it  may  be  said  that  the 
roads  of  the  state  viewed  as  an  en- 
tire system,  averaging  up  the  good 
and  the  bad,  have  been  a  little  bet- 
ter than  in  previous  years,  meaning 
by  this  that  we  are  actually  making 
some  steady  progress.  The  depart- 
ment has  never  been  one  half  so 
well  equipped  as  at  present,  having 
adopted  a  policy  of  owning  instead 
of  hiring.  It  now  owns  equipment 
property  of  a  total  value  of  nearly 
$500,000.  It  has  purchased  the  three 
story  brick   structure  known  as  the 


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Eagle  stables  in  Concord  to  house 
its  machinery  and  tools  and  repair 
them.  Tt  has  secured  gratis  about 
seventy-five  high  grade  auto  trucks 
from  the  federal  government.  It 
now  shovels  by  steam  instead  of  by 
hand  where  possible.  It  has  begun 
to  buy  gravel  banks  in  all  parts  in- 
stead of  buying  gravel  by  the  load 
as  formerly  to  a  large  extent.  It 
has  established  repair  gangs  in  dif- 
ferent sections  of  the  state,  supplied 
them  with  facilities  for  doing  good 
repair  jobs  more  quickly,  and  has 
adopted  the  idea  of  repairing  more 
and  faster  and  building  less,  of  keep- 
ing up  what  we  have  rather  than  al- 
lowing them  to  become  to,o  far 
worn  out  while  we  are  trying  to 
build  too  much  new.  When  prices 
reached  sky  heights  about  six 
months  ago  we  practically  aban- 
doned new  construction,  and,  there- 
fore, we  now  have  about  $300,000 
ready  to  do  projects  when  deemed 
wise  to  begin-  One  informed  must 
admit  that  this  department  is  in 
splendid  condition.  From  my  ex- 
perience comes  the  conclusion  that, 
with  our  present  equipment  and 
business  methods,  we  can  keep  on 
improving  our  highway  system  each 
year  by  raising  about  the  same 
amount  of  money  as  we  did  two 
years  ago,  bearing  in  mind  that  the 
auto  money  is  increasing  and  that 
it  should  be  made  to  increase  more 
rapidly  by  larger  fees  on  heavy 
trucks. 

The  federal  money  comes  to  us 
with  so  many  strings  attached  that 
we  do  not  get  nearly  the  practical 
advantage  from  it  that  wc  ought  to 
receive. 

We  should  be  permitted  to  spend 
the  federal  aid  money  in  a  way  suit- 
ed to  the  needs  of  our  own  state. 
Wre  ought  to  be  trusted  to  that  ex- 
tent. 

The  tremendous  destruction  of 
our  state  roads  when  soft  in  the 
spring  is  the  greatest  waste  that  ex- 
ists   in    the    state.     It    is    enormous 


when  reduced  to  dollars  and  cents. 
For  the  first  time  we  have  attempt- 
ed to  invoke  common  law  and  pro- 
hibit the  use  of  the  roads  by  heavy 
trucks  entirely  during  the  soft 
season,  and  this,  with  some  good 
results,  but  a  statute  law  may  be 
devised  by  you  which  will  be  more 
effectual. 

Probably  no  state  in  the  union 
has  its  roads  worn  out  more  than 
ours  are  by  those  autos  which  pay 
no  license  fee  whatever.  As  a 
tourist  state  bidding  for  transient 
visitors  this  condition  cannot  be 
avoided  unless  we  reduce  the  length 
of  time  in  which  they  may  remain 
free,  or  charge  a  fee  to  all.  A 
financial  compensation  in  part  comes 
in  the  money  left  within  the  state 
by  the  summer  tourists. 

Patrolmen  with  horse  power  are 
unprofitable.  They  get  over  the 
road  so  slowly  and  "do  so  little  that 
the  cost  is  not  compensated  for  in 
results.  Scientifically  equipped  and 
manned  patching  gangs  with  a  few 
auto  patrolmen,  and  better  district 
supervision,  would  give  better  re- 
sults for  the  same  amount  of  money. 

If  the  state  lays  out  a  road  and 
then  waits  three  years  before  it  im- 
proves it  a  condition  arises  which  is 
scandalous.  The  town  waits  for 
the  state  and  the  state  waits  for 
the  money,  while  the  public  en- 
danger their  lives.  This  must  be 
remedied-  We  have  done  a  little 
to  remedy  such  situations,  but 
legislation  is  needed  to  cure  it.  It 
is  far  better  to  have  passable  roads 
everywhere  than  to  have  stretches 
of  princely  roads  abruptly  terminate 
in  impassably  bad  ones,  and  besides, 
that  creates  a  grave  danger  to  life 
and  limb.  Ten  notoriously  bad 
places  in  the  roads  of  a  state  will 
give  us  more  unfavorable  advertis- 
ing than  can  be  overcome  by  hun- 
dreds of  miles  of  magnificient  boule- 
vards. Our  aim  should  be  to  keep 
all  the  roads  at  least  decent,  and 
then  to  add  to  our  fine  roads. as  fast 


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as  we  may,  while  keeping  up  such 
a  policy. 

The  recognition  which  we  gave 
our  world  war  defenders  was  $100, 
a  medal,  and  a  state  certificate. 
This  was  creditable  as  compared 
with  the  action  of  other  states.  The 
law  provided  also  for  a  memorial  to 
the  dead  of  the  entire  state  to  be 
placed  in  or  about  the  State  House. 
A  complete  honor-roll  believed  to  be 
accurate  has  been  made  through  the 
commendable  efforts  of  our  state 
historian,  Professor  Husband,  and 
plans  for  the  memorial,  though  un- 
derway, have  been  impossible  of 
completion. 

You  will  permit  me  on  behalf  of 
all  our  people  to  express  very  feel- 
ing gratitude  to  our  service  men 
and  women,  not  only  for  their  won- 
derful service,  but  for  their  stabiliz- 
ing and  loyal  influence  during  the 
turbulent  reconstruction  days.  And 
the  splendid  spirit  with  which  they 
are  uniting  with  the  veterans  of  the 
Civil  War  and  aiding  them  in  their 
years  of  en  feebleness  is  worthy  of 
special  commendation.  Regardless 
of  all  other  consideration  and  un- 
derstandings and  without  the  least 
personal  allusion  or  feeling,  I  deem 
it  my  duty  to  record  the  belief  that 
for  the  highest  good  of  the  state 
its  military  establishment  should 
be  placed  in  the  hands  of  those 
splendid  heroes  who  risked  their 
lives  in  the  world  war  to  preserve 
our  civilization. 

My  experience  as  governor  does 
not  permit  me  to  criticise  in  the 
least  the  prosecuting  and  police 
authorities  of,  or  within,  the  state. 
My  belief  is,  however,  that  the 
automobile  has  opened  up  the 
possibility  of  criminality  in  the 
rural  communities  of  the  state  to 
an  extent  wheh  has  not  been  met 
with  adequate  police  protection. 
I  hen,  again,  the  dangers  from  riot- 
ing, such  as  we  experienced  at  Ray- 
mond, suggests  that  the  state 
should  be  able  to  furnish  police  as- 


sistance without  calling  on  the  mili- 
tary establishment.  We  have  state 
police  now,  but  their  jurisdiction  is 
limited  to  the  work  of  particular 
departments.  There  is  an  oppor- 
tunity, without  additional  expense 
to  the  state,  to  so  organize  and  co- 
ordinate our  prosecuting  and  police 
agencies,  and  .the  similar  agencies 
of  the  counties,  cities  and  towns,  as 
to  better  meet  the  new  conditions. 
The  rural  communities  of  the  state, 
during  the  automobile  season,  re- 
quire active  motor  police  service 
both  day  and  night,  not  only  against 
speeding,  but  against  all  kinds  of 
criminality. 

Permit  me  to  discuss  things 
somewhat  elementary  in  relation  to 
our  state  finances,  and  this  for  the 
purpose  of  establishing  a  right  view 
point. 

The  amount  of  the  state  tax  for 
1919   was   $2,200,000. 

For  1920  it  was  $1,700,000. 

Prior  to  these  years  the  state  tax 
had  been  $800,000. 

The  reason  for  the  increase  was: 
to  take  care  of  obligations  of  over 
$350,000  necessarily  left  over  from 
the  preceding  administration  sud- 
denly confronted  with  war  condi- 
tions ;  to  meet  the  probability  of  the 
same  war  scale  of  prices  being  kept 
up,  which  probability  was  more 
than  realized,  since  the  war  prices 
not  only  kept  up  but  continued  to 
increase;  and  then  $600,000  to  pay 
the  war  bonus  in  part. 

The  legislature  of  1919  voted  no 
new  buildings  except  a  small  farm 
house  at  Glencliff.  It  denied  all 
requests  for  normal  schools  and 
armories,  and  dealt  only  in  absolute 
necessities. 

It  enacted  the  so-called  new  school 
law  which  added  around  $300,000  to 
the  state  appropriation,  and  it  dealt 
rather  more  liberally  with  the 
State  College  than  had  been  done 
formerly,  buying  war  buildings  and 
paying  old  debts. 

It  released  the  war  conditions  on 


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the  balance  of  the  military  act  funds 
of  around  $300,000  and  put  that  at 
the  disposal  of  the  governor  and 
council  to  parcel  out  to  the  depart- 
ment? as  they  became  pinched  by 
soaring  price  emergencies. 

We  had  on  hand  a:  the  end  of  the 
last  fiscal  year,  viz:  Sept.  1.  1920, 
the  sum  of'$124,478.01. 

There  will  be  some  deficit  before 
the  end  of  the.  next  fiscal  year,  which 
no  one  can  now  definitely  forecast. 

Under  the  new  executive  budget 
law  enacted,  by  the  last  legislature, 
the  various  departments  have  put 
in  their  requests  for  the  next  two 
years,  and,  if  our  non-state-tax  in- 
come remains  the  some,  and  all 
these  requests  are  allowed  by  you 
the  state  tax  will  have  to  be  about 
$2,200,000,  or  the  same  as  it  was  in 
1919. 

There  is  a  hopeful  side  to  this 
situation.  It  is  not  for  me  to  recom- 
mend what  you  shall  do  with  these 
requests,  but  no  legislature  has 
ever  allowed   all   every   one  asked. 

Again  there  is  hope  in  the  future 
of  prices.  The  s^ate  can  certainly 
care  for  its  more  than  2C00  pent-up- 
wards  more  cheaply  than  during  the 
past  four  years. 

The  extension  of  the  inheritance 
tax  law  by  act  of  legislature  of  1919 
will  begin  to  show  big  results  dur- 
ing the  next  two  years  producing  an 
additional  income  of  probably  $200,- 
CCO  per  year. 

The  new  corporation  law  will 
continue  to  increase  our  income,  in 
my  opinion. 

It  is  scarcely  possible  that  we 
will  be  confronted  with  such  ex- 
traordinary emergencies  as  last 
year. 

The  automobile  income  will  in- 
crease. 

The  insurance  income  will  in- 
crease under  its  thorough  and  com- 
petent   administration. 

Firmly  believing  that  we  are 
headed  in  prices  back  toward 
normal,    I    believe   you    can,   if  you 


desire  to  economize  reasonably, 
bring  the  state  tax  back  to  some- 
what below  $2,000,000  without  cur- 
tailing the  efficiency  of  the  school 
law  or  unduly  limiting  the  State 
College,  or  any  other  established 
function  of  the  commonwealth-  1 
say  this  without  prejudice  to  any 
policy  which  the  next  adminstration 
may  have,  and  only  to  give  you 
the    view-point    of    my    experience. 

Now,  I  beg  you  to  permit  me  to 
correct  the  erroneous  impression 
that  the  state  tax  is  what  causes 
the  local  taxes  to  be  so  high.  It  is 
not.  The  state  tax  is  the  merest 
fraction  of  the  local  tax. 

The  total  taxable  property  in  the 
state  on  our  present  basis  is  $556.- 
647,000.  If  we  wish  to  raise  $1,- 
700,000,  as  we  did  last  year,  we  first 
credit  the  railroads,  insurance  com- 
panies, and  savings  banks  tax  of 
$1,040,000,  leaving  $660,000  to  be 
raised  by  some  other  tax.  This 
would  require  about  $1.20  on  a 
thousand.  In  other  words,  the  tax 
rate  in  your  town  was  increased 
about  $1.20  on  account  of  the  state 
tax  last  year.  If  vour  rate  was 
$31.20  it 'would  have  been  $30.00 
without  the  state  tax.  Every  mil- 
lion dollars  we  raise  for  the  state 
on  the  total  valuation  requires  $1.80 
if  there  are  no  credits.  You  will 
see  by  this  that  any  taxation  plan 
which  only  helps  the  state  raise 
money  will  not  give  much  relief  to 
the  local  taxes  in  the  towns  and 
cities.  Several  towns  and  one  city 
paid  no  state  tax  last  year,  but,  on 
the  contrary,  received  a  check  from 
the  state- 

I  believe  high  taxes  are  funda- 
mentally bad  for  any  form  or  kind 
of  government  and  exceedingly 
harmful  to  business.  I  favor  some 
tax  on  "intangibles,"  but  not  a 
duplication  of  the  government's  in- 
come tax.  Too  easy  money  leads 
to  profligacy. 

The  question  of  salaries  and 
wao-es   of   such   officials  as   are   not 


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fixed  by  law,  but  are  left  to  the  de- 
cision of  the  governor  and  council, 
has  been  extremely  perplexing-. 
Going  through  crises  of  rising  wages 
and  scarcity  of  labor,  both  male  and 
female,  we  have  dealt  with  in- 
dividual cases  in  such  ways  as  seem- 
ed for  the  time  necessary  to  keep 
the  work  of  the  state  going  as  unim- 
paired as  possible.  The  time  may 
have  come  now  when  the  whole 
subject  can  be  dealt  with  on  some 
better  and  fairer  basis,  both  to  the 
state  and  to  the  employees  involved. 

This  administration  has  not  dis- 
covered a  satisfactory  solution  of 
the  transportation  problem.  We 
found  a  system  of  paying  ten  cents 
per  mile  for  the  use  of  privately 
owned  autos  by  the  state  employees 
obliged  to  travel,  but  this  was  not 
universal  as  some  of  the  depart- 
ments owned  cars.  Urgent  requests 
have  been  repeatedly  made  to  us 
to  increase  this  mileage  allowance, 
but  we  have  not  done  so,  except  in 
instances  where  it  seemed  that 
large  car?,  were  demanded  by  the 
service.  How  and  when  atitos  shall 
be  used  instead  of  railroad  service 
has  been  and  probably  must  be  left 
tc  the  administration  of  each  de- 
partment. But  the  whole  situation 
impresses  me  as  rather  loose.  I 
will  merely  ask  the  question, 
"Should  not  the  state  own  all  its 
necessary  automobiles,  have  a  cen- 
tral garage,  and  require  any  state 
employee  who  has  need  of  a  cai 
to  go  to  this  garage  and  procure 
one  and  have  it  charged  up  to  It's 
department,  returning  it  and  ac- 
counting for  it  as  he  would  be  re- 
quired to  do  in  a  strict  business 
system?"  We  had  this  somewhat 
in  mind  when  we  decided  to  buy 
the  old  Eagle  stables. 

The  fish  and  game  department, 
under  executive  direction  and  ap- 
proval, has  established  at  New 
Hampton  one  of  the  very  best 
hatcheries  in   the  entire  country,  in 


the  opinion  of  government  experts, 
and  this  from  the  income  of  the 
department.  It  should  go  a  long 
way  toward  solving  the  fishing  ques- 
tion in  our  state-  With  it  we  have 
a  state  park  of   160  acres. 

The  Daniel  Webster  farm  is  an- 
other state  park  which,  when  made 
approachable,  will  add  to  our  sum- 
mer attractions. 

The  forestry  department  is  doing 
good  work.  These  departments 
which  have  to  do  with  the  material 
beauty  and  richness  of  our  state 
must  be  looked  upon  as  a  part  of  a 
business  proposition,  not  as  luxur- 
ies. 

The  management  of  the  state  in- 
stitutions by  the  several  unpaid 
boards  of  trustees  has  been  highly 
successful,  so  much  so  that  I  know 
of  no  one  now  who  would  change. 
The  presence'  of  councilors  on  these 
boards  has  been  fully  warranted. 
It  has  kept  the  executive  in  close 
touch.  I  wish  to  express  my  full- 
est appreciation  to  the  various  men 
and  women  who  have  given  such 
valuable,  loyal  and  patriotic  service 
to  the  state. 

The  office  of  the  purchasing  agent 
under  the  new  law  has  done  its  work 
well  and  efficiently. 

Conditions  at  the  Industrial 
School  have  been  made  more 
humane.  Flogging  has  been  abol- 
ished. But  there  is  a  great  unsolv- 
ed and  fundamental  problem  there, 
in  my  opinion.  More  than  half  of 
these  children  should  never  have 
been  put  into  a  criminal  institution 
with  a  life-long  stigma  put  upon 
them.  They  most  need  homes  and 
•  kindness,  things  most  of  them  have 
never  had. 

The  State  Hospital  and  the 
School  at  Laconia  are  both  in  excel- 
lent condition.  The  Sanatorium  at 
Glencliff  is  doing  splendid  work, 
while  the  State  prison  is  a  model 
institution. 

The  work  of  the  Board 'of  Chari- 


14 


THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


ties  and  Correction  has  been  uni- 
formly sympathetic^  efficient  and 
thorough- 

The  treasurer  and  auditors  have 
been  pai  ticularly  careful  and  pains- 
taking in  their  vigilance  over  the 
finances  of  the  state.  The  legisla- 
ture of  1919  was  the  last  to  have  the 
valuable  services  of  the  late  James 
E.  French  to  guard  the  appropria- 
tions, and  his  final  work  was  well 
done.  This  administration  has  gone 
beyond  no  limits  set  by  law  under 
his  leadership. 

The  services  of  the  secretary  of 
state  have  been  very  exacting  on  ac- 
count of  the  new  corporation  law, 
new  duties,  and  the  troubling  de- 
tails of  elections,  in  additions  to  all 
former  duties,  and  I  think  they  de- 
serve  special    mention. 

My  experience  leads  me  to  the 
conclusion  that  appropriations  for 
any  department,  or  for  any  cause 
should  be  made  definite,  and  not 
made  in  addition  to  the  varying  in- 
come of  that  department.  All  in- 
comes should  go  into  the  treasury 
as    income. 

Those  of  us  whose  sworn  duty 
it  is  to  administer  or  appropriate 
for  all  departments  and  causes,  have 
a  far  different  task  than  the  head  of 
any  single  department.  Each  of 
them  naturally  makes  ambitious  re- 
quests with  a  view  only  to  his  spec- 
ial activity  and  interest,  while  those 
who  must  view  the  whole,  who 
must  decide  the  relative  importance 
of  things,  and  who  must  "add,"  and 
see  what  the  total  should  be.  have 
an  obligation  to  the  state  which  de- 
mands far-seeing  wisdom,  unvary- 
ing fairness  and  courage..  No  exe- 
cutor or  legislator  can  rightfully  be 
the   special    friend    or    advocate      of 


any  one  department.  His  duty  is, 
at  all  times,  to  have  the  whole 
machinery  of  the  state  in  mind,  and 
keep  all  in  the  right  relation  and 
proportion. 

All  of  the  departments  have  serv- 
ed the  state  well,  and  there  has  been 
a  general  desire  for  co-operation.  I 
wish  to  thank  each  one  of  my  fellow 
servants  in  the  employ  of  the  state 
for  his  or  her  loyalt}-  to  the  state, 
and  an  always  ready  and  willing 
assistance.  Particularly  would  I 
publicly  appreciate  the  splendid  ser- 
vices of  my  councilors,  Messrs. 
Clow,  Whittemore,  Welpley,  Good- 
now  and  Brown. 

The  attempt  which  I  have  made 
to  serve  and  benefit  my  native  state 
has  been  in  reverent  good  faith. 
How  much  I  have  succeeded  is  not 
for  my  utterance.  I  have  thorough- 
ly enjoyed  the  service,  and  shall  for- 
ever prize  its  associations  and 
friendships,  and  I  pass  along  to  my 
most  respected  and  highly  esteem- 
ed successor  my  sincerest  wishes  for 
God's  blessing  upon  his  labors- 
There  is  an  immediate  and  im- 
perative call  for  us  all  in  even- 
small  or  large  way  to  assist  in  tiding 
the  poor  and  unemployed  over  this 
winter  of  hardship  and  privation  to 
very  many.  This  is  not  a  state 
matter,  it  is  merely  the  call  to  prac- 
tical charity  and  fraternal  pa- 
triotism, which  I  may  be  pardoned 
for  uttering.  If  we  stand  helpful- 
ly and  hopefully  together  during 
this  winter  I  feel  sure  that  better 
days  of  employment  and  business 
will  open  up  to  us  in  the  spring- 
time and  summer,  and  continue  im- 
proving into  an  epoch  of  real 
prosperity. 


SIR  JEFFREY  AMHERST 


Contributed    by    William    Boxhton    Rotch. 


Mr.  Upham  writes  a  most  inter- 
esting story  of  the  "Province  Road" 
in  the  November  number  of  the 
Granite  Monthly.  It  tells  of  the 
building  of  New  Hampshire's  first 
''state  road."  It  also  illustrates  in- 
cidentally how  most  of  the  early 
"trunk  lines"  were  laid  out. 

They  were  bridle  paths  and  trails 
followed  first  by  the  Indans  and 
adopted  to  a  less  or  greater  extent 
as  the  main  arteries  of  travel,  and 
doubtless  influenced  very  largely 
the  location  of  villages,  sonic  of 
which  grew  into  ci tics,  in  New 
Hampshire. 

Mr.  Upham  writes  of  the  influ- 
ence of  Sir  Jeffrey  Amherst,  com- 
mander of  His  Majesty's  forces  in 
North  America,  in  the  construction 
of  new  roads,  particularly  the  Pro- 
vince Road,  between  Charles  Town 
and    Pennycook   and    Boscawen. 

Amherst  was  a  skillful  soldier. 
He  carefully  prepared  every  move 
he  made  and  Mr.  Upham  well  says: 
"His  ceaseless  preparation  was  a 
decisive  factor  in  the  triumph  of 
the  British  which  swept  the  French 
off  the  continent  except  near  the 
mouth  of  the  Mssissippi." 

It  was  in  1760  that  the  town  of 
Amherst  was  incorporated  and  it 
was  one  of  the  first  of  the  nine 
townships  in  the  Union  to  adopt 
the  name  of  Amherst  in  recognition 
of   the  deeds  of   Sir  Jeffrey. 

New  Hampshire  raised  a  regi- 
ment of  eight  hundred  men  in  that 
year  ( 1760;  to  serve  in  an  expedi- 
tion for  the  invasion  of  Canada.  It 
was  under  the  command  of  Col. 
John  Goffe  and  marched  from 
Litchfield,  through  Monson,  Peter- 
borough and  Keene  to  Charles- 
town,  on  the  Connecticut  river. 
Thence  they  cut  a  road  twenty-six 
miles  through  the  wilderness,  to  the 
Green  Mountains,  after  which  they 


followed  the  road  cut  the  previous 
year  by  Stark  and  the  rangers  to 
Crown  Point,  where  they  joined 
the  invading  army  of  General  Am- 
herst. They  were  forty-four  days 
in  cutting  the  road  to  the  Green 
Mountains.  A  large  drove  of  cattle 
for  the  army  at  Crown  Point,  fol- 
lowed them. 

General  x-\mherst's  success  as  a 
soldier  brought  him  into  great 
prominence  and  the  British  gov- 
ernment showered  upon  him  many 
honors.  His  life's  history  is  inter- 
esting reading.  A  brief  sketch 
written  by  Warren  Upham,  a  native 
of  the  town  of  Amherst,  New 
Hampshire,  and  published  in  a 
little  book  called  "Colonial  Am- 
herst,"   recently   printed    says: 

"Towns  in  Massachusetts,  New 
Hampshire,  and  Nova  Scotia,  were 
named  in  honor  of  General  Jeffrey 
Amherst,  the  commander  and  hero 
of  the  second  siege  and  capture  of 
Louisburg.  That  great  fortress 
and  stronghold  of  the  French,  built 
at  immense  cost  for  defense  of  their 
settlements  in  Canada,  was  on  Cape 
Breton  Island,  at  the  entrance  to 
the  Gulf  and  River  St.  Lawrence. 
It  was  first  besieged  and  captured 
in  1745  by  an  expedition  from  New 
England,  a  most  remarkable  mili- 
tary exploit ;  but  it  had  been  sur- 
rendered again  to  the  French  three 
years  afterward  in  the  terms  of  a 
treaty  of  peace.  A  few  years  later 
began  the  Seven  Years  War,  during 
which  Amherst  captured  Louis- 
burg in  1758,  Wolfe  took  Quebec, 
defeating  Montcalm,  in  1759,  and 
Amherst  took  Montreal  in  1760- 
Thus  Canada,  first  explored  and 
settled  by  the  French,  fell  to  the 
ownership  of  Great  Britain,  as 
ceded  in  the  peace  treaty  of 
1763.  France  also  ceded  to  Spain 
in  the   same  treaty  her  other  great 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


North  American  possession,  the 
vast  territory  then  called  Louisiana, 
west  of  the  Mississippi  river,  which 
forty  years  later  Xapoleon  sold  to 
the 'United  States.  After  sending 
the  earliest  explorers  and  settlers  of 
large  regions  of  this  continent, 
France  by  the  war  ending  in  1763 
lost  all  her  North  American  colonies. 


Duke's  influence,  young  Jeffrey  at 
the  age  of  eighteen  years  was  ap- 
pointed an  ensign  in  the  First  Regi- 
ment of  Foot  Guards,  receiving  a 
commission  similar  to  that  of  a  sec- 
ond lieutenant  today.  Having 
served  in  the  army  twenty-three 
years,  partly  in  England  and  part- 
ly in   Germany,  rising  meantime  to 


I 


Sir  Jeffrey  Amherst. 


Jeffrey  Amherst  was  born  at 
Ri'verhead,  a  village  of  the  parish  of 
Sevenoaks  in  the  County  of  Kent, 
England,  on  January  29,  1717.  He 
was  the  second  son  in  a  large  fami- 
ly, of  whom  three  other  brothers 
and  one  sister  grew  up.  His 
father  and  grandfathers  were  law- 
yers, and  the  Duke  of  Dorset  was 
a   near      neighbor.       Through      the 


the  rank  of  colonel,  Amherst  was 
commissioned  in  the  spring  of  1758 
by  the  British  premier,  William 
Pitt,  as  major  general  to  lead  in 
the  English  campaigns  against  the 
French  in  America.  With  what 
success  these  campaigns  were 
crowned,  we  have  already  seen, 
being  indeed  complete  victory  and 
conquest  of  the  great   French  pr  .<- 


SIR  JEFFREY  AMHERST 


vinces  of  Canada.  Of  the  martial 
qualities  of  Jeffrey  Amherst  which 
led  to  that  result.  Packman  wrote  : 
"Me  was  energetic  and  resolute, 
somewhat  cautious  and  slow,  but 
with  a  bulldog  tenacity  of  grip." 
Another  writer  has  added:  '"Am- 
herst had  the  best  fighting  quali- 
ties of  his  race  and  nation,  and  was 
withal  sagacious,  far-sighted,  and 
eminently  humane  in  his  policy  of 
dealing  with   men." 

From  the  writer  last  quoted,  in 
the  History  of  Amherst,  Mass.,  we 
may  further  note  the  sudden  rise  of 
the  victorious  general  to  the  high- 
est) plaudits  and  gratitude  of  his 
countrymen.  "Louisburg  was  duly 
surrendered  July  26,  1758,  with  ail 
its  stores  and  munitions  of  war,  to- 
gether with  the  whole  island  of 
Cape  Breton  and  also  the  Isle  of 
St.  Jean  or  Prince  Edward  Island. 
All  the  outlying  coast-possessions 
of  France  in  this  region  were  thus 
cut  off  at  one  blow-  It  was  a  sig- 
nal victory.  Throughout  the  Eng- 
lish colonies  men  thanked  God  and 
took  courage.  England  went  wild 
with  joy.  *The  flags  captured  at 
Louisburg  were  carried  in  triumph 
through  the  streets  of  London,  and 
were  placed  as  trophies  in  the  cathe- 
dral of  St.  Paul.  In  recognition  of 
his  distinguished  services  General 
Amherst  was  made  Commander-in- 
Chief  of  the  King's  forces  in  Ameri- 
ca, and  his  name  was  honored 
throughout  the  English-speaking 
world.'" 

Describing  the  public  acclaim  two 
years  later,  wdien  Montreal  had  fall- 
en and  with  it  all  Canada,  the  same 
author  says:  "The  present  genera- 
tion is  in  danger  of  forgetting  who 
Amherst  was,  and  what  he  did  to 
make  our  forefathers  rejoice  in  his 
name  for  our  town.  They  knew 
the  reason  for  their  rejoicing.  The 
pulpits  of  New  England  resounded 
with  Amherst's  praises.  The  pas- 
tor of  the  Oid  South  Church  in  Bos- 
ton  said   to   his  congregation :   "We 


behold  His  Majesty's  victorious 
troops  treading  upon  the  high  places 
of  the  enemy,  their  last  fortress  de- 
livered up,  and  their  whole  coun- 
try surrendered  to  the  King  of 
Great  Britain  in  the  person  of  his 
General,  the  intrepid,  the  serene, 
the  successful  Amherst.  In  like 
manner  all  the  churches  of  Massa- 
chusetts observed  a  day  of  Thanks- 
giving. Parliament  gave  the  vic- 
torious Commander-in-Chief  a  vote 
of  thanks." 

In  1761  Amherst  received  from 
the  King  the  honor  of  knighthood. 
In  November,  1763,  after  the  end  of 
the  wars,  he  gladly  returned  to 
England,  to  reside  near  the  ances- 
tral home  in  Kent.  Succeeeding  to 
its  ownership  on  account  of  the 
death  of  his  elder  brother,  Sir  Jef- 
frey  replaced  the  former  home  by  a 
more  stately  mansion,  which  he 
named  "Montreal-"  On  a  sightly 
point  of  the  estate  an  obelisk  monu- 
ment was  erected  and  still  stands, 
which,  to  quote  from  its  inscrip- 
tion, commemorates  "the  providen- 
tial and  happy  meeting  of  three 
brothers,  on  this  their  ancestral 
ground,  on  the  25th  of  January. 
1764,  after  six  years'  glorious  war, 
in  which  the  three  were  successful- 
ly engaged  in  various  climes,  sea- 
sons, and  services."  These  broth- 
ers were  Jeffrey,  John  and  William 
Amherst.  The  monument,  a  shaft 
about  thirty-five  feet  high,  is  dedi- 
cated to  William  Pitt,  and  bears 
upon  two  of  its  faces  lists  of  the 
battles  leading  to  the  conquest  of 
Canada  in  which  Sir  Jeffrey  figur- 
ed. 

During  the  winter  of  1758-59, 
which  Amherst  spent  in  New  York, 
he  had  been  quite  homesick.  A  let- 
ter that  he  wrote  back  to  England 
tells  of  a  friend's  expected  return 
there,  on  which  he  commented : 
"  'Tis  the  place  that  everybody  here 
things  of  going  to.  I  do  not,  as 
long  as  the  war  lasts ;  when  that  is 
over — which   I    promise   you    I   will 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


do  all  I  can  to  finish  in  a  right 
way — 1  will  then  rather  hold  a 
plough  at  Riverhead,  than  take  here 
all  that  can  be  given   to  me.'' 

A  portrait  of  Jeffrey  Amherst, 
painted  in  1765  by  Sir  Joshua  Rey- 
nolds, hangs  in  the  home  of  the 
present  Lord  Amherst.  It  repre- 
sents the  general  as  watching  the 
passage  of  his  troops  in  boats  down 
the  rapids  of  the  St.  Lawrence 
river,  on  their  way  to  Montreal  in 
1760.  The  photographic  copy  of 
this  portrait  forms  the  frontispiece 
of  "The  History  of  the  Town  of 
Amherst,  Mass./3  (1896),  and  also 
of  the  recently  published  book  by 
Lawrence  Shaw  Mayo,  entitled  "Jef- 
frey Amherst,  a  Biography'-  (1916), 
which  is  in  our  public  library. 

From  1778  to  1782,  during  the 
greater  part  of  our  Revolutionary 
War,  Amherst  was  the  commander- 
in-chief  of  all  the  British  forces  in 
England,  and  throughout  that  war 
he  was  the  most  trusted  military 
adviser  of  the  English  government; 
but  he  had  firmly  declined  the  re- 
quest of  the  king,  George  HI.  in 
January,  1775,  to  take  personal  com- 
mand in  America.  In  1776  he  was 
granted  a  peerage,  with  the  title 
Baron  Amherst,  being  thence  for- 
ward a  member  of  the  House  of 
Lords. 


He  died  at  his  home,  "Montreal." 
August  3.  1797,  at  the  ripe  age  of 
eighty  years,  and  was  buried  in  the 
family  vault  in  Sevenoaks  church. 
Mayo,  in  his  biography,  writes:  "In 
England  his  name  is  associated  with 
those  of  William  Pitt  and  George 
111  and  although  no  sculptured 
marble  preserves  his  likeness  and 
memory  in  abbey  or  public  square, 
Canada,  the  flower  of  the  British 
empire,  sweeping  from  the  fertile 
valley  of  the  St.  Lawrence  to  the 
towering  summits  of  the  Rockies, 
will  ever  remain  a  splendid  and  in- 
spiring monument  to  the  energy 
and  ability  of  Jeffrey  Amherst. 

It  can  be  truly  said,  to  the  honor 
of  General  Amherst,  that  he  always 
treated  the  vanquished  with  a  kind 
and  generous  spirit,  and  very  not- 
ably so  after  his  victories  at  Louis- 
burg  and  Montreal.  From  such 
humane  conduct.  Great  Britain  has 
received  remarkable  loyalty  of  both 
the  French  and  the  English  in 
Canada. 

As  he  had  no  children,  his  title 
and  estate  were  left  to  his  nephew, 
William  Pitt  Amherst,  then  twenty- 
four  years  old,  who  later  became 
governor  general  of  India  and  was 
made  an  earl  in  1826  for  his  good 
services  in  that  part  of  the  empire. 


MOONLIGHT  PHANTASY 

By  Ruth   Metzger 

Hold  your  breath  and  come  not  nigh, 
I  am  gone.     This  is  not  I. 
I  have  sent  my  body  walking 
There   alone    in    moonlight    stalking, 
While  I  watch  here  anxiously, 
Marvelling  at   its  radiancy. 


See  me  walk. 

See  me  stalk. 

Glory  spills  on  roof  and  tree, 

Lake  and  grass  and  earth  and  me, 

Filtered  thru   eternity, 

Silent,   gentle  radiancy. 


I  I 


FORTY  YEARS  A  SHAKER 


B\   Nicholas  A.   Briggs. 


Continued  from  De, 


Supper  for  the  first  sitting  was  at 

4  o'clock;  that  for  the  children  at 
4:30.  Milking  followed.  Later, 
the  boys  were  seated  in  a  semi- 
circle, and,  beginning  with  the  old- 
est, each  boy  would  start  a  song  of 
his  own  selection  in  which  all 
would  join  in  singing.  This  end- 
ed t lie  observance  of  the  Sabbath 
and  it  did  not  vary  throughout  the 
year. 

Monday  morning  the  bell  rang  at 
four  o'clock,  a  half  hour  earlier 
than  on  other  days  because  it  was 
washing  day.  We  hied  ourselves 
to  the  shop  and  changed  at  once  to 
our  workmg  suit.  The  time  was 
now  our  own  until  the  first  bell 
rang.  We  could  work  upon  our 
Island  gardens,  pick  berries  or 
stroll  about  on  the  farm.  I  was 
fond  of  picking  berries  and  with 
one  of  the  boys  who  was  equally 
so  would,  permission  having  been 
obtained  the  night  before,  rise  be- 
fore it  was  light  and  wander  to 
some  favorite  spot  where  we  knew 
the  berries  were,  fill  our  little  basket 
perhaps,  and  give  to  our  caretaker 
or  older  friends,  or  to  the  nurses 
for  the  sick.  Lest  I  might  convey 
the  idea  of  unusual  generosity  on 
our  part  I  will  confess  that  we 
might  expect  and  did  usually  receive 
a   little  candy   in    return. 

It  was  haying  time,  and  very 
soon  after  breakfast  we  all  repaired 
to  the  tool  room  where  every  boy 
was  given  a  pitchfork,  and  with  it 
held  to  the  shoulder  like  a  soldier 
with  his  gun,  we  marched  in  double 
file  until  outside  the  door  yard,  and 
then  go  as  you  please  to  the  field 
where  the  mowers,  some  thirty  of 
them,  were  at  work,  and,  following, 
the  boys  spread  the  grass,  the  larg- 
er   boys    spreading   after    two    men, 


the  smaller  boys  after  one.  We  did 
not  work  hard.  Had  plenty  of  time 
for  fun,  chasing  a  mole  now  and 
then,  or  despoiling  a  bumble  bee's 
nest  frequently  in  the  grass,  and 
sometimes  getting  a  little  honey  in 
the    comb. 

There  were  no  mowing  machines 
in  those  days,  but  numerous  hands 
made  the  work  comparatively  light. 
I  have  seen  a  twelve  acre  field  mow- 
ed after  supper  year  after  year. 
Our  "Great  Meadow"  contained 
sixty  acres.  It  was  the  rule  to  mow 
it  in  one  day  and  put  it  into  the 
barn  next  day.  It  required  some 
hay  for  200  head  of  horned  stock,  a 
dozen  horses,  and  150  or  200  sheep. 
In  the  afternoon  we  boys  raked  and 
cocked  all  the  hay,  while  the  breth- 
ren carted  and  stowed  in  the  barn 
that  which  had  been  cut  the  day 
before. 

One  man  was  continuously  em- 
ployed with  horse  and  wagon  in 
carrying  drink  to  the  laborers. 
Three  times  each  half  day  did  he 
come  with  lemon,  peppermint, 
checkerberry,  raspberry  and  currant 
shrub,  and  often  delicious  sweet 
buttermilk,  all  we  wanted  of  it,  and 
that  meant  a  whole  lot.  On  the 
middle  visit,  forenoon  and  after- 
noon, he  brought  a  lunch  of  cake 
and  cheese  or  hard  tack  and  smoked 
herring.  Were  we  far  from  home 
dinner  was  brought  to  us  with  a 
sister  or  two  to  wait  upon  us,  and 
we  could  always  depend  upon  an 
extra   good    dinner   that   day. 

After  haying  came  the  harvesting 
of  oats,  barley,  beans,  corn,  pota- 
toes and  apples,  in  all  of  which  the 
boys  had  their  full  share.  There 
were  stones  to  pick  from  the  fields 
newly  sown  to  grass,  bushes  to  cut 
in  the  pastures  that  encroached  up- 
on the  feed,  and  finally  chopping 
in    the    woods,   doing   their   little    in 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


supplying  the  four  hundred  cords  of 
wood  which  constituted  the  yearly 
supply  of  fuel.  This  was  a  gala  time 
for  us.  We  carried  our  dinner  to 
the  woods,  baked  potatoes  and 
roasted  apples  and  green  corn  in 
the  hot  ashes  and  a  good  chunk  of 
fresh  meat  held  in  the  fire  at  the 
end  of  a  stick,  and  gathered  beech- 
nuts and   chestnuts  for  our  dessert. 

Once  each  week  during  warm 
weather  we  had  a  half  holiday.  Ac- 
companied by  our  caretaker  we 
would  take  a  long  tramp  through 
the  woods  and  over  the  pastures 
four  or  five  miles  from  home,  or  we 
would  play  ball  at  the  East  Farm, 
one  mile  away,  not  baseball  nor 
football,  but  a  very  simple  game 
with  plenty  of  vigorous  exercise  but 
little  excitement.  One  half  day  we 
had  school  to  review  the  studies  of 
t'ne  previous  term.  At  other  rainy 
days  we  went  fishing,  all  who  liked 
it.  With  our  thick  woolen  over- 
coats we  were  quite  well  protected 
from  the  rain,  but  if  sometimes  we 
did  get  pretty  wet  we  did  not  mind 
it. 

Every  year  after  the  harvests  were 
over  and  the  horses  could  be  spared, 
all  the  young  folks  were  given  a  ride 
of  one  full  da}',  and  sometimes  a 
long  one;  the  little  boys,  the  little 
girls,  the  youth  boys  and  youth 
girls,  each  class  in  its  turn.  Usual- 
ly they  would  drive  through  some 
large  town,  as  to  the  country  chil- 
dren this  afforded  them  a  glimp:  e  of 
greater  newness.  Some  nice  spot 
in  the  country  was  selected  for  their 
dinner,  perhaps  near  the  railroad 
where  they  they  might  see  the  train 
pass  by,  or  by  a  pond  or  river 
where  the  boys  could  have  a  swim. 

The  first  Fall  of  my  being  there 
an  unusual  excursion  was  planned. 
The  youth  and  boys  of  the  two  socie- 
ties of  Canterbury  and  Enfield  were 
to  meet  at  Andover,  midway  be- 
tween the  two  societies,  and  enjoy 
a  visit  together.  We  were  inform- 
ed of  this  proposition  quite  a  little 


time  in  advance,  and  the  anticipa- 
tion nearly  equalled  the  real  event. 
The  day  at  last  arrived.  The 
weather  did  not  seem  propitious  at 
first,  but  it  proved  to  be  a  fine  day. 
Taking  an  early  breakfast  we  start- 
ed in  the  darkness,  as  we  had  forty- 
eight  miles  to  drive  with  pretty 
heavy  loads  for  our  horses.  Ar- 
riving at  our  trysting  place  no  En- 
field boys  were  in  sight,  and  we 
druve  on  to  meet  them,  but  they 
did  not  come.  It  had  seemed  to 
them  so  very  much  like  rain  that 
they  thought  surely  we  would  not 
venture  out.  We  had  no  telephones 
those  days,  and  our  nearest  tele- 
graph office  was  eleven  miles  dis- 
tant. 

To  say  we  were  disappointed  all 
around  feebly  expresses  our  feel- 
ings, but  to  our  joy  another  attempt 
'vnc  planned  and  successfully  car- 
ried out  one  week  later,  thus  giv- 
ing us  two  long  rides.  We  all  met 
on  the  plains  of  Andover.  The  din- 
ners of  both  parties  were  united  and 
the  feast  enjoyed  together.  In  ac- 
cordance with  the  Shaker  idea  of 
the  most  rehned  enjoyment  we  held 
a  regular  religious  service  singing 
and  marching  as  if  in  our  own  meet- 
ing rooms.  Then  followed  the 
freest  mingling  and  chatting  until 
it  was  time  to  start  for  home.  The 
acquaintance  thus  so  pleasantly  be- 
gun was  continued  by  interchange 
of  letters,  in  some  cases  for  many 
;,  ears. 

The  Family  owned  a  fine  chest- 
nut grove  a  half  mile  away,  and 
when  the  frost  opened  the  burs  we 
boys  were  right  on  hand.  Every 
morning  found  some  of  us  there. 
We  gave  half  of  all  we  got  to  our 
caretaker  who  dried  them  and  gave 
to  us  thru  the  winter,  or  he  might 
sell  part  of  them  and  treat  us  to 
candy.  Our  own  half  we  would 
ourselves  dry,  what  we  did  not  eat 
at  once,  or  give  to  the  older  people. 

About  this  time  we  suffered  a 
change  of  caretakers,  a  great  event 


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with  us.  Andrew  was  a  very  kind 
man  and  the  boys  all  liked  him,  but 
he  was  lax  in  discipline  and  this 
may  have  influenced  the  change. 
Joseph,  his  successor,  was  quite  the 
reverse.  He  was  very  kind  to  all 
boys  who  inclined  to  be  good,  but 
rather  severe  to  the  unruly.  He 
spared  not  the  rod  and  spared  it 
less  than  would  have  been  allowed  if 
the  Elders  had  known  more  about 
it,  but  it  was  a  time  when  corporal 
punishment  in  the  school  and  in  the 
home  was  considered  a  necessary 
part  of  juvenile  education.  Joseph 
was  too  much  a  disciplinarian  to  be 
loved  by  all  the  boys.  Some 
thought  he  savored  of  favoritism. 
To  some  extent  this  was  undoubt- 
edly true.  As  I  was  thought  to  be 
one  especially  favored,  I  can  ren- 
der   an    unprejudiced    opinion. 

Unfortunately  the  charge  of 
favoritism  would  justly  reach  high- 
er places  than  the  caretakers.  The 
Elders,  more  especially  the  sister- 
hood, were  tinctured  more  or  less 
with  this  very  natural  human  frail- 
ty and  some  of  them  very  much  so. 
One  very  able  woman  who  officiated 
as  Eldress  for  many  years  was  af- 
flicted with  this  malady  naturally 
developed  by  a  lengthened  term  of 
office  and  power.  Some  of  her 
charge  who  when  girls  were  es- 
pecially favored  and  petted,  became 
when  older,  special  objects  of  severi- 
ty. She  was  a  devoted  mother  to 
those  whom  she  loved,  and  to  them 
she  was  an  object  of  adoration. 
But  they  could  not  always  remain 
children,  and  as  they  matured  into 
somewhat  of  independence  of 
thought  and  upon  occasion  ventured 
to  express  it  however  respectfully, 
resentment  immediately  arose  in 
the  Eldress  which  she  omitted  no 
opportunity  to  disclose. 

One  must  understand  the  peculiar 
idea  of  Shakers  with  reference 
to  the  relation  of  Elder  and  member 
to  realize  the  misfortune  of  such  a 
situation.     The    government    was    a 


veritable    theocracy.     The    Ministry 

were  "The  Holy  Anointed.''  They 
were  in  a  way  aloof  from  the  people. 
They  lived  in  a  house  by  them- 
selves alone.  They  ate  in  a  room 
by  themselves  and  their  food  was 
cooked  by  a  sister  in  a  kitchen  pro- 
vided for  the  Ministry  only.  If  a 
member  had  a  grievance  against  an 
Elder  and  desired  to  appeal  to  the 
Ministry  permission  to  see  the  Mini- 
stry must  first  be  obtained  from  the 
Elder.  One  may  imagine  some- 
thing of  the  embarrassment  entail- 
ing such  a  situation.  It  makes  for 
discipline  and  governmental  control, 
but  it  is  not  conducive  to  content- 
ment resulting  from  a  purer  fra- 
ternity. There  can  be  no  doubt 
whatever  that  some  of  those  sisters 
have  from  this  cause  been  made  un- 
happy for  many  years.  If  there  is 
a  variance  between  the  Elder  and 
a  member,  there  are  numberless 
ways  by  which  the  Elders  can  an- 
noy and  humilitate  the  victim  of 
her  spite. 

In  common  life,  if  a  girl  is  at  odds 
with  one  who  employs  her  she  can 
quit.  She  need  not  associate  with 
one  who  is  disagreeable,  but  one  in 
a  Shaker  community  is  helpless  un- 
der these  conditions.  She  fears  to 
leave  her  home  first,  because  she  be- 
lieves as  she  has  been  taught  so  as- 
siduously to  believe,  that  it  is  the 
way  of  God  and  the  only  true  way. 
She  trembles  at  losing  her  privilege, 
the  opportunity  that  comes  but  once 
to  the  soul.  She  tries  to  believe 
that  all  her  trials  are  but  means  to 
her  final  purification  and  redemp- 
tion. It  comes  pretty  hard  some- 
times, just  as  she  has  controlled 
and  disciplined  herself  into  a  spirit 
of  resignation,  to  meet  an  unusual- 
ly cruel  rebuff,  some  undeserved 
and  unjust  remark.  It  is  then  that 
if  she  had  any  refuge  to  which  she 
could  flee  she  would  break  away  at 
once  and  forever.  Many  of  them 
have  from  time  to  time  done  this, 
and    after    having    absented      them- 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


selves  sufficiently  long  to  overcome 
the  natural  homesickness  that  en- 
sues, cannot  be   induced  to  return. 

The  exclusiveness  of  the  Shakers, 
especially  in  their  earlier  history, 
was  as  complete  as  they  could  make 
it.  When  they  received  children  it 
was  with  a  view  to  making  members 
of  them  and  so  increase  their  num- 
bers. In  their  education  and  in- 
duction in  various  branches  of  in- 
dustry every  motive  was  to  make 
them  most  efficient  and  most  ser- 
viceable to  the  society.  No  thought 
was  given  to  fitting  them  for  life 
in  a  sphere  outside  their  own. 
Consequently  one  may  have  worked 
at  several  trades  and  have  acquired 
sufficient  skill  to  serve  the  purpose 
of  the  Shakers  in  their  peculiar  cir- 
cumstances and  yet  not  be  thorough 
enough  in  any  occupation  to  justify 
him  in  accepting  a  position  in  any 
of  them,  and  if  a  man  leaves  the 
society  later  in  life,  he  finds  him- 
self handicapped  seriously.  Nor  is 
this  the  worst  feature  of  it.  In 
those  earlier  days  to  which  I  refer, 
those  who  withdrew  from  the  so- 
ciety received  very  unchristianlike 
treatment,  and  there  remains  still  a 
trace  of  the  old  way.  Their  form- 
er Shaker  friends  refused  to  speak 
to  them  when  they  met,  and  would 
not  give  them  any  testimonial  of 
character  or  ability.  No  aid  would 
be  given  to  enable  their  once  dear 
brother  to  start  in  business.  On 
the  contrary,  an  unmistakable  sat- 
isfaction was  evinced  on  learning 
of  the  failure  of  this  once  dear 
brother  to  succeed.  If  religion 
requires  such  narrowness  the  less 
we  have  of  it  the  better. 

The  Shaker  School  was  nominal- 
ly under  the  auspices  of  the  town 
authorities,  but  was  attended  by 
Shaker  children  only.  The  Super- 
intending Committee  made  their  of- 
ficial visits  twice  in  each  school 
term,  but  in  no  way  did  they  inter- 
fere in  the  management.  The  boy's 
school  was  three  months  in  winter, 


the  girls,  three  months  in  summer. 
Our  school  began  the  first  week  in 
November,  taught  by  Benjamin  C. 
Truman,  our  assistant  caretaker, 
lie  was  a  gifted  young  man,  a  good 
scholar,  but  too  young  for  his  job, 
and  the  discipline  of  the  school  was 
poor.  He  gave  very  little  atten- 
tion to  the  younger  pupils,  and  they 
learned   very  little. 

There  was  little  waste  of  time- 
allowed  the  boys  during  the  winter. 
The  older  boys  were  kept  busy 
from  time  of  rising  in  the  morning 
until  retiring  at  night,  sizing  broom 
corn,  making  brooms,  shovelling 
snow  from  the  many  stone  walks 
in  the  door  yard  and  keeping  the 
various  woodboxes  of  the  sisters 
supplied  with  wood  from  the  wood 
sheds.  The  smaller  boys  knit 
stockings  under  care  of  the  sisters 
at  the  Second  House.  The  excep- 
tions to  this  round  of  work  were  one 
play  time  at  night  each  week  from 
the  close  of  school  until  bed  time, 
and  Saturday  afternoon  until  3 
o'clock.  Three  evenings,  including 
Saturday,  were  given  to  a  religious 
service  as  before  described.  This 
changing  from  work  to  school  and 
from  school  to  work  compelled  five 
changes  of  clothes  per  day.  Every 
night  after  school  we  found  at  the 
shop  a  large  wooden  tray  of  brown 
bread  crust  all  warm  from  the  oven 
and  rich  old  cheese  to  go  with  it. 
We  ate  of  it  liberally,  nor  did  it  in 
any  degree  impair  our  appetites  for 
the  supper  of  delicious  hash  and 
pie.  At  noon  a  basket  of  apples 
greeted  us,  to  which  we  did  ample 
justice. 

Thanksgiving  comes  only  once  in 
the  year,  and  it  comes  only  in  one 
way  to  the  Shakers.  As  a  festival 
it  did  not  appeal  to  them,  and  they 
gave  it  only  a  nominal  attention  in 
deference  to  the  Government.  A 
brief  service  was  held  at  nine 
o'clock  at  which  the  Governor's  pro- 
clamation was  read.  The  remain- 
der of  the  dav  was  devoted  to  clean- 


FORTY  YEARS  A  SHAKER 


ing  up  unci  putting  in  order  the  out- 
buildings and  places  that  were  un- 
der the  care 'of  no  particular  person. 
All  were  supposed  to  overhaul  their 
cupboards,  drawers  and  oilier  per- 
sonal belongings.  Little  or  no  dif- 
ference was  made  in  the  dinner. 
We  might  perhaps  have  chicken, 
but  turkey  never.  The  State  Fast 
Day  was  observed  in  precisely  the 
same   manner. 

As  the  end  of  the  year  drew  nigh, 
some  Sunday  before  Christmas  was 
bv  the  Ministry  appointed  as  the 
Shaker  Fast  Day.  the  supremely 
important  day  of  the  whole  year. 
As  the  Ministry  were  ever  present 
on  this  occasion  in  both  societies, 
the  observance  of  the  dav  was  on 
consecutive  Sundays,  one  following 
the  other,  'the  people  were  noti- 
fied a  week  in  advance,  and  this  in- 
terval was  supposed  to  be  occupied 
in  a  review  of  the  past  year  to  the 
intent  of  correcting  all  errors  and  to 
be  ready  to  begin  the  New  Year 
with  clean  hands  and  pure  heart. 
All  grudges  and  hard  feelings  must 
be  acknowledged  and  banished.  If 
a  variance  exist  between  two  mem- 
bers, they  must  seek  reconciliation 
and  forgiveness  from  each  other.  If 
unable  to  do  this,  then  both  must 
meet  before  the  Elders  as  mediators. 
Such  matters  must  not  fail  of  ad- 
justment. If  one  has  a  grievance 
against  an  Elder,  he  can  appeal  to 
the  Ministry  and  he  must  not  be 
denied. 

The  service  on  the  evening  before 
this  day  was  rather  a  solemn  affair, 
given  more  or  less  to  reference  to 
the  coming  day  and  its  duties.  The 
people  all  arose  next  morning  a 
half  hour  earlier  than  usual  and  as- 
sembled in  the  Meeting  Room  for 
a  brief  service  and  silent  prayer. 
Beginning  at  once  with  the  Trustees 
every  one  in  the  Family  except  the 
children,  who  were  attended  to  by 
their  caretakers,  enjoyed  a  visit  to 
tlit  Elders,  both  of  them  sitting  to- 
gether.    The   Elders  had  their  visit 


to  the  Ministry  a  few  days  before. 
The  mid-day  meal  was  bread  and 
water,  but  I  remember  that  the 
bread  was  new  and  warm,  and  we 
had  brown  bread  fresh  and  nice  and 
warm,  and  the  young  folks  ate  as 
heartily  as  ever,  and  if  any  of  us 
ate  any  less  by  virtue  of  the  occasion 
we  certainly  made  up  for  it  in  the 
usual  Sunday  supper  beans.  Next 
morning  the  people  again  assembled 
early  for  another  short  service  of 
less  solemn  character,  and  the 
Shakers  New  Year  was  ushered  in. 

Christmas  was  a  joyous  occasion, 
inasmuch  as  all  were  supposed  to 
be  in  a  good  healthful  spiritual  con- 
dition. It  was  observed  as  the 
Sabbath  until  four  oclock,  the  sup- 
per time.  A  full  religious  service 
was  held  at  9  a.  m.  At  the  close  of 
the  service  came  a  united  gift  to 
the  poor.  A  bundle  of  serviceable 
clothing  had  been  previously  pre- 
pared for  every  one  and  placed  in. 
the  waiting  room,  and  now  all  left 
the  meeting  room,  every  one  took  a 
bundle,  and  returning  deposited  it 
in  one  of  the  large  baskets  that  had 
meantime  been  brought  in,  the  El- 
der making  a  few  remarks  concern- 
ing our  duty  to  the  poor,  as  lend- 
ing to  the  Lord. 

With  the  old  Shakers  it  was  a 
cardinal  principle  to  give  to  the 
poor  largely  of  their  surplus  earn- 
ings. They  abjured  wealth  and 
lavish  living.  Economy  and  fru- 
gality were  insistently  and  contin- 
uously urged  upon  the  people. 

The  Trustees  always  remember- 
ed us  on  Christmas  in  their  own 
way.  Every  one  received  a  diary 
for  the  New  Year.  Those  for  the 
little  folks  were  of  course  very 
small,  but  sufficient  to  teach  them 
the  importance  of  keeping  a  record 
of  their  daily  doings.  Always,  too, 
we  had  candy  and  oranges,  and  the 
older  ones  had  nice   raisins. 

In  the  afternoon  of  Christinas  we 
always  held  "Union  Meetings." 
The  children  were  privileged  to  at- 


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'J  HE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


tend  these  and  it  was  the  only  time 
during  the  year.  These  union 
meetings  were  parties  of  from  two 
or  more,  sometimes  eight  or  ten,  of 
each  sex,  in  many  rooms  in  the 
Dwelling  House,  at  the  Second 
House,  Infirmary  and  Office.  The 
Ministry,  Elders.  Deacons  and 
Trustees  all  held  separate  meetings. 
Ever}'  brother  and  sister  always 
kept  a  large  Union  Meeting  hand- 
kerchief spread  over  their  knees 
and  laps  at  these  meetings  and  every 
other  occasion  when  brethren  and 
sisters   sat   together. 

In  olden  times  these  sittings  were 
rather  less  conventional,  were  en- 
joyed with  pop  corn  and  cider  and 
possibly  with  smoking,  but  in  my 
time  they  were  become  more  res- 
tricted and  no  doubt  less  enjoyable. 
and  finally  they  wer^  given  up  en- 
tirely. These  meetings  were  al- 
ways of  one  hour,  convening  at  the 
ringing  of  the  little  bell,  and  dis- 
missed by  the  same  signal.  On 
week  days,  free  conversation  was 
held  upon  any  topic  suitable  for  a 
mixed  company  anywhere,  whether 
of  our  work,  news  of  the  world  or  of 
books,  but  on  Sunday  all  secular 
topics  were  prohibited.  Conver- 
sation was  limited  to  the  religious. 
moral  or  intellectual,  interspersed 
with  singing.  Theoretically  the 
young  people  could  talk  with  each 
other  if  they  so  desired,  but  as  a 
matter  of  fact  they  did  not  talk 
much,  a  few  of  the  older  ones 
monopolizing  most  of  the  conver- 
sation. The  selection  of  the  com- 
pany was  by  the  Elders  shrewdly 
managed  to  include  those  deemed 
most  advisable,  looking  to  their 
fitness  in  relation  to  each  other. 
In  other  words,  they  would  not  in- 
clude in  the  same  meeting  a  young 
man  and  young  woman  who  were 
known  or  supposed  to  be  partial 
to  each  other. 

Uneventfully  the  winter  passed. 
School  closed  the  last  week  of  Eeb- 
ruary   and   just    now    the   monotony 


was  broken  with  a  vengeance.     An 

event  occurred  that  stirred  our 
peaceful  community  to  its  depths. 
1  hree  of  our  most  promising  young 
men.  oneof  them  our  school  teacher, 
all  of  them  of  fine  ability  upon  whom 
the  fondest  hopes  of  the  society  were 
centered:  these  three  young  men 
were  suddenly  missing.  They  had 
left  our  home  and  their  home  with- 
out a  word,  with  no  hint  of  their  in- 
tention. It  was  bad  enough  for 
them  to  leave  us  even  in  the  most 
open  manner,  but  to  "run  away" 
intensified  the  offence  intolerably. 
It  was  an  ungrateful,  cruel  act. 
Whom  could  they  now  trust?  This 
thing  must  receive  prompt  attention 
and  surely  it  did.  Every  man, 
woman,  and  child  was  upon  a  day 
appointed  for  the  purpose, ;  called 
separately  before  both  Elders  and 
questioned  as  to  what  if  anything 
they  knew  about  the  affair,  but  if 
they  accpiired  any  information  1 
never  heard  of  it.  It  served  how- 
ewer,  to  emphasize  the  awfulness  of 
the  tiling,  which  was  probably  the 
chief  intent  of  the   Elders. 

AYhat  we  are  most  concerned 
with  in  this  narrative  is  what  was 
the  underlying  cause  of  the  defec- 
tion of  these  young  men.  All  of 
them  had  lived  there  from  early 
childhood.  Their  ability  was  ap- 
preciated. They  were  loved  and 
trusted.  Thev  must  have  loved 
many  of  the  people  there.  They 
knew  little  of  the  world  and  its 
ways.  Ah,  yes,  indeed.  In  this 
very  ignorance  we  find  a  tempta- 
tion to  them.  They  longed  to  see 
it,  and  like  the  little  birds  in  the 
nest  they  longed  to  try  their  wings. 
What  really  had  they  to  look  for- 
ward to  except  a  monotonous  round 
of  drudgery  from  one  year's  end  to 
another,  and  to  what  purpose? 
Evidently  the  religious  element  of 
the  people  failed  to  attract  them  and 
that  was  the  only  magnet  to  hold  a 
young  person  anyhow,  very  slender 
inducement  for  the  Shaker  life.    The 


Y  YEARS  A  SHAKER 


desire  for  personal  independence, 
freedom  to  go  and  to  come  at  their 
own  sweet  will,  to  earn  money  and 
to  spend  it  without  dictation  is  the 
natural  desire  of  the  young  man. 
But  the  Shakeus  say  no.  You  can 
never  own  anytl  ing.  Not  even 
vour  leys.  All  of  these  thing's  be- 
long" to  the  Church  and  you  can 
have  tin-  use  of  them  only.  Not 
only  that.  If  after  having  spent 
years,  the  best  part  of  your  life  it 
may  be,  if  at  sometime  you  with- 
draw from  the  society  you  can  claim 
no  compensation  for  long  services 
rendered. 

And  then  again  what  assurance 
have  I  that  1  .will  be  always  content? 
Will  it  not  be  wise  policy,  he  quer- 
ies, to  try  life  outside  for  awhile? 
If  he  finds  he  has  made  a  mistake  in 
going,  if  conscience  pricks,  he  can 
return.  His  education  has  been 
such  that  he  is  haunted  by  consid- 
erable doubt  whether  he  may  not 
misstep,  but  reason  urges  him  to  go, 
and  having  gone  that  ends  it  so  far 
as  any   return   is   concerned. 

There  was  a  cogent  reason  for 
leaving  secretly,  as  did  these  young 
men,  and  as  many  others  have  done. 
If  a  person  was  valued,  no  effort 
was  spared  to  induce  him  to  change 
his  mind.  He  would  be  escorted 
to  the  office  and  there  be  visited 
by  those  whom  he  was  supposed  to 
love  and  thru  his  affection  they 
tried  to  win  him  back.  Xo  one 
wiihom  experience  can  know  what 
an  ordeal  it  was  to  pass  through. 
It  may  be  that  one  or  more  of  these 
young  men  had  received  a  taste  of 
it,  and  thought  it  was  something  to 
avoid  if  possible. 

The  maple  sugar  season  began 
soon  after  school  closed,  and  it  was 
an  interesting  time  for  the  boys. 
They  always  were  in  requisition  to 
assist  in  distributing  the  buckets  to 
the  trees  and  driving  the  spiles  in 
the  holes  bored  by  the  brethren.  A 
company  of  sisters  went  down  at 
the  same  time  to  scald  the  buckets 


and  start  the  sugar  makers  in  a 
cleanly  way.  To  the  boys  it  was  a 
pleasureable  tune;  the  walk  to  the 
camp  two  miles  away;  and  the  wad- 
ing thru  the  deep  snow  with  the 
buckets,  a  thousand  of  them.  It 
was  work,  but  it  was  fun.  The  din- 
ner was  extra  good.  The  sisters 
made  griddle  cakes  and  these  were 
served  with  |  good  thick  maple 
syrup  from  a  jug  kept  over  from 
the  previous  season. 

There  was  an  annex  to  the  main 
building.  a  combination  of  bed 
room,  kitchen  and  parlor.  At  one 
end  of  the  room  were  double  deck 
berths,  as  it  was  often  necessary 
to  boil  the  sap  night  as  well  as  day. 
There  was  a  good  cook  stove,  a  large 
dining  table  and  plenty  of  chairs. 
Once  again  only  did  the  boys  spend 
the  day  at  the  camp,  but  this  day 
was  purely  a  holiday  and  we  spent 
it  in  play  and  feasting  on  the  sweets 
of  which  all  the  varieties  were  at  our 
unlimited  disposal. 

First  we  attacked  the  syrup  can, 
then  sugar,  a  large  tray  full  of  it. 
Next  came  "stick  chops"  made  by 
boiling  down  to  a  very  thick  mass 
poured  on  snow  or  a  marble  slab, 
which  when  cold  was  brittle,  but 
when  warmed  in  the  mouth  it  at- 
tained adhesive  qualities  that  were 
very  masterful.  The  same  mass  re- 
moved from  the  slab  while  yet 
warm  could  be  worked  into  very 
white  candy  quite  different  in  taste 
from   the   stick   chops. 

The  maples  of  this  orchard  were 
very  large  pasture  trees.  I  have 
known  two  of  them  to  yield  a  bar- 
rel of  sap  each  in  one  day.  Most 
of  the  trees  were  served  with  two, 
and    some   with    three    buckets. 

Few  people  know  that  freezing 
sap  produces  the  same  effect  as  boil- 
ing. Let  a  bucket  full  of  sap  be 
frozen  solid,  a  large  spoonful  of 
thick  and  colorless  syrup  will  be 
found.  We  used  to  call  it  sap 
honey.  It  is  of  delicious  flavor 
quite    unlike    ordinary    syrup,      and 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


sugar  made   from   it  very  white. 

The  produd  of  the  sugar  harvest 
differs  greatly  in  the  various  sea- 
sons. The  least  J  ever  knew  from 
this  orchard  was  250  barrels.  The 
greatest  yield  was  nearly  700  bar- 
rels. The  other  Families  had  camps 
of  their  own,  totaling  about  the 
same  as  the  Church  Family. 

When  the  sap  flowed  rapidly,  two 
of  the  home  brethren  would  go 
down  to  tend  the  kettles  all  night. 
taking  turns  at  boiling  and  sleep- 
ing. When  our  caretaker's  turn 
came  he  would  take  two  of  us  boys 
with  him  and  I  was  sometimes  one 
of  the  two.  To  us  it  was  a  lark. 
We  loved  to  sit  up  most  of  the 
night,  helping  tend  the  fires  and 
the  syruping  off.  and  we  would  boil 
down  some  of  the  syrup  on  our  own 
account.  We  enjoyed  the  peeping 
of  the  frogs  in  the  little  pond  by  the 
camp,  and  to  hear  the  owls  hoot. 
We  would  mock  them  and  they 
would  respond  whoo.  whoo,  whoo. 

In  August  when  the  pile  of 
twelve  cords  of  wood  cut  in  the 
spring  was  dry,  the  boys  would  go 
to  the  camp  to  pile  it  into  the  shed. 
One  of  these  times  some  of  us  at- 
tempted to  run  the  entire  distance 
of  two  miles  up  hill  and  down  with- 
out stopping,  and  I  was  one  who 
won  out,  working  all  day  in  a  boil- 
ing sun  and  walking  Inane  again, 
still  we  were  not  tired. 

During  the  long  winter  the 
brethren  worked  chopping  and  haul- 
ing the  year's  supply  of  wood.  In- 
to the  door  yard  was  drawn  the 
corded  wood  and  the  limbs  of  the 
trees.  These  were  sawed  by  steam 
power  and  cast  into  huge  heaps  in 
the  back  yard,  and  here  the  boys 
worked  for  several  weeks  splitting 
and  piling  the  wood  into  the  sheds. 
Every  morning  and  evening  all  the 
brethren  able  to  wield  an  axe  work- 
ed at  the  splitting  until  the  job  was 
done,  after  which  the  entire  Family, 
sisters  included,  formed  a  bee  to 
clean  up  the  door  yard. 


This  spring  our  caretaker  assum- 
ed the  care  of  the  kitchen  gardens 
of  two  and  one-half  acres  in  one 
place  and  two  acres  in  another,  and 
this  determined  the  boys'  sphere  of 
action  for  the  summer,  in  part,  but 
some  of  the  boys  were  usually  em- 
ployed in  the  many  duties  in  the 
Family,  always  demanding  atten- 
tion. 

Joseph  was  a  very  efficient  gar- 
dener, and  it  was  a  fine  education 
for  us  in  learning  the  growing  of 
all  kinds  of  garden  produce.  The 
work  was  very  pleasant  to  me  and 
seeing  that  I  took  an  interest  in  it. 
Joseph  assigned  to  me  many  jobs 
requiring  nicety.  This  enabled  me 
to  work  alone,  or  with  a  younger 
companion,  and  I  felt  happier  in 
being   separated   from    the   crowd. 

A  bed  of  poppies  was  being  grown 
for  opium  and  I  was  given  the  care 
of  it.  When  the  capsules  were 
grown,  I  scarified  them  every 
morning,  and  in  the  afternoon  scrap- 
ed off  the  dried  milk  and  gave  it  to 
the  nurses.  That  I  thus  escaped  the 
burning  heat  of  the  hay  field  gave 
me   no  sorrow. 

The  extensive  asparagus  beds 
were  under  my  exclusive  care,  and 
when  the  rest  of  the  company  sized 
broom  corn  at  the  mill,  I  managed 
to  work  upon  these  beds.  I  hated 
that  broom  corn  job  on  account  of 
it  prickling  dust  that  offended  my 
sensitive  skin. 

The  Trustees  received  from  the 
U.  S.  Government  a  lot  of  seeds  for 
testing  which  Joseph  planted  in  a 
plot  of  about  30  x  50  feet,  and  to 
my  great  pleasure  gave  the  whole 
into  my  care,  and  I  carried  the  busi- 
ness   through    successfully. 

At  the  request  of  the  nurses  I  was 
given  a  little  section  to  raise  catnip 
and  motherwort.  To  find  the  plant 
I  had  to  scour  the  farm.  Catnip 
was  plentiful  enough  but  mother- 
wort was  scarce.  I  succeeded  in 
filling  my  two  rows  when  to  my 
chagrin    I      found    I    had      set      out 


ORTY  YEARS  A  SHAKER 


27 


thistles,   and    did    they    not    have   a 
fine  laugh  at  me  ! 

Let  us  now  for  a  moment  discuss 
the  effect  of  one  year's  experience  in 
Shaker  life.  If  any  boy  among  the 
Shakers  could  be  perfectly  content- 
ed and  happy  sure  I  ought  to  be  that 
boy,  for  my  lot  was  cast  in  pleas- 
ant places.  I  never  received  an  un- 
kind word  from  my  caretakers  nor 
teacher,  nor  do  1  recall  even  a  word 
of  reproof.  I  was  favored  beyond 
most,  and  possibly  any  other  boys, 
and  yet  in  spite  of  all  favorable  cir- 
cumstances I  was  not  thoroughly 
contented.  Why  not?  Was  it  due 
to  a  defect  in  my  organism  or  was  it 
imperfect  environments?  I  think 
a  fair  answer  will  be  that  I  was  in 
an  institution  rather  than  a  home. 
It  was  a  boarding  school  with  this 
essential  difference  :  the  boy  in  the 
boarding  school  looks  forward  to  his 
vacation,  when  he  can  spend  days 
or  weeks  at  his  home.  He  knows 
that  a  few  years  at  the  longest  will 
terminate  school,  and  he  will  then 
remain  at  home  or  make  a  home  of 
his  own. 

The  Shaker  boy  sees  no  vacation 
for  him,  no  ending  of  his  term. 
Here  is  his  life  job. 

It  was  a  one  sex  association.  The 
boys  and  girls  saw  each  other  three 
times  every  day  at  meal  time,  but 
held  no  communication  with  each 
other.  My  sister  and  I  met  occas- 
ionally, but  she  was  always  chaper- 
oned by  her  caretaker.  I  can  re- 
call but  one  instance  of  speaking  to 
a  girl  during  the  three  years  I  was 
in  the  Boy's  Order.  One  of  my 
duties  was  to  replenish  the  wood 
box  at  the  Infirmary.  A  girl  of  my 
own  age,  whom  I  will  call  Helen 
Olney,  because  that  was  not  her 
name,  was  dwelling  at  the  Infirmary 
on  account  of  delicate  health.  She 
came  from  Providence  as  I  did,  and 
that  seemed  to  establish  a  mutual 
interest.  She  had  living  with  us 
three  brothers,  one  older  and  two 
younger  than  myself.     We  saw  each 


other  there  nearly  every  day.  I  do 
not  know  which  of  us  spoke  first, 
but  1  do  remember  that  we  ex- 
changed a  few  words  and  became 
somewhat  acquainted.  Possibly  we 
•nay  have  exchanged  smiles  when 
we  met  after  that  but  I  do  not  re- 
member. 

My  companions  from  morning 
until  night  were  boys.  From  one 
week  to  another  and  from  one 
month  to  another  boys,  only  boys. 
They  were  not  bad  boys,  they  were 
probably  above  the  average,  but 
they  seemed  to  me  who  had  ahvays 
lived  with  my  mother  and  sister 
rough  and  coarse.  They  lacked  the 
gentle  manners  the  female  associa- 
tion would  have  given.  Their  own 
exclusive  society  antagonized  re- 
finement. They  suffered  in  this 
respect  as  much  as  I,  but  were  not 
as  conscious  of  it.  How  I  longed  at 
the  end  of  the  day's  work,  to  spend 
an  hour  with  my  mother,  or  my 
sister,  or  some  agreeable  female 
friend.  Girls  sometimes  wish  they 
were  boys,  but  I  never  heard  a  boy 
wishing  to  be  a  girl,  yet  vdien  I 
saw  those  girls  at  the  church,  in  the 
dining  room,  in  the  door  yard.  I 
wished  I  could  be  a  girl  just  a  little 
while  for  a  change,  that  I  might  en- 
joy something  finer  than  these  rough 
boys.  Can  any  one  not  saturated 
with  Shaker  prejudices  adduce  any 
sensible  reason  why  sister  and  I 
should  not  enjoy  each  other  and 
alone  for  at  least  a  little  time? 

Notwithstanding  the  freedom 
permitted  me  to  visit  my  mother, 
I  knew  the  sentiment  of  the  people 
was  vehemently  opposed  to  wdiat 
they  termed  natural  relation,  and 
they  continually  declaimed  against 
it  in  our  meetings.  It  was  a  per- 
petual testimony  of  hate  for  father, 
mother,  brother  and  sister. 

Is  it  then  any  wonder  that  em- 
barrassment invariably  attended 
frequent  visits  to  my  mother?  Once 
only  did  I  in  any  way  divulge  to 
mother  my  feelings,  but  this  time  I 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


met  with  her  when  suffering  un- 
usual dejection  and  sobbingly  I 
poured  out  my  grief.  Tier  sym- 
pathy was  sweet  and  she  made  it 
very  easy  for  me  to  say  1  wanted 
to  return  to  Providence,  and  I  knew 
that  I  had  only  to  say  the  word  and 
she  would  take  me  there.  Her  at- 
titude impressed  me  with  a  respon- 
sibility hitherto  un  felt.  Although 
in  later  years  I  had  reason  to  believe 
she  would  have  been  quite  willing' 
to  have  gone  of  her  own  volition, 
and  that  she  remained  there  more 
for  her  children's  sake  than  for  her 
own,  I  then  thought  she  was 
happy.  I  did  not  doubt  that  my 
sister  was  not  equally  so,  and 
brother  was  too  young  to  consider 
any  how.  Could  I  only  have  known 
the  facts  in  regard  to  both  mother 
and  sister  as  .1  knew  them  after  the 
lapse  of  many  years,  what  a  change 
would  have  been  wrought  in  the 
lives  of  us  all  !  In  my  ignorance  of 
the  true  situation,  believing  that  I 
alone  sullered  discontent,  and,  as  1 
have  said,  feeling  a  responsibility 
as  the  eldest  and  next  to  mother  the 
head  of  the  family.  I  felt  it  to  be 
selfish  and  wrong  to  allow  my  per- 
sonal feelings  to  disrupt  the  com- 
fort of  the  others,  and  I  hastened 
to  assure  mother  that  I  would  try 
to  bear  up  under  it.  nor  did  1  ever 
again  burden  her  with  any  person- 
al trouble,  and  so  far  as  I  know  she 
never  knew    I  had  any. 

The  sore  was  not  healed  however. 
Many,  man}'  times  as  I  listened  to 
the  rumbling  of  the  trains  which 
we  could  hear  distinctly,  although 
so  many  miles  away,  did  I  wish  I 
was  on  one  and  going  back  to  our 
old  home..  I  can  now  realize  that 
undoubtedly  most  of  the  boys  felt 
as  I  did  about  it.  They  did  not  dare 
to  express  feelings  of  unrest  to  each 
other,  as  it  would  most  certainly 
reach  the  ears  of  the  caretaker,  and 
they  knew  what  to  expect  in  that 
case.  Not  infrequently,  however, 
two  of  the  bovs  would   venture  to 


unfold  their  sentiments  to  each  other 
and  this  was  likely  to  result 
in  a  runaway  as  it  was  termed ; 
or  a  boy  resentful  over  a  real 
or  supposed  injustice,  or  it 
may  -be  wearied  with  a  hum  drum 
life,  would  boldly  strike  out  alone. 
The  personality  of  the  company  was 
constantly  changing,  some  going, 
others  coming,  a  few  remaining,  and 
those  mostly  having  parents  there  ; 
but  of  the  twenty  four  boys  of  the 
company  there  with  me,  the  last 
one  had  left  more  than  thirty  years 
ago,  while  probably  a  hundred 
more,  old  and  young,  had  come  and 
gone  within  that  time  in  the  Church 
Family   alone. 

As  a  part  of  this  first  year's  ex- 
perience 1  will  mention  a  certain 
phase  of  their  religious  functions 
now  long  since  discarded.  All  of 
the  eighteen  Societies  were  direct- 
ed by  Divine  Command  to  provide 
a  piece  of  ground  selected  by  spirit 
guidance  in  some  secluded  spot  as 
equally  distant  as  possible  from  all 
the  Families,  and  sufficiently  large 
to  convene  the  entire  Society  for 
worship.  The  spot  at  Canterbury- 
was  nearly  a  mile  from  the  Church 
Family  in  a  piece  of  woods.  The 
approach  to  it  was  through  a  stony 
pasture,  and  to  make  a  road  to  it 
suitable  for  a  body  of  people  to 
march    over    required    much    work. 

The  "Fountain"  or  "Feast 
Ground"  was  made  smooth  and  as 
level  as  possible  and  sowed  to  grass. 
Around  it  was  set  a  row  of  fir  trees. 
In  the  center  of  the  ground  was  a 
small  oval  plat  at  one  end  of  which 
was  a  tall  marble  slab  upon  which 
was  engraved  a  message  to  the 
people  given  by  inspiration,  and 
which  was  read  to  the  assembly 
whenever  a  meeting  was  held  there. 
On  one  side  of  the  ground  was  a 
very  plain  building  sufficiently 
large  to  convene  the  entire  Society. 
A  plain  fence  painted  white  sur- 
rounded the  whole  tract. 

In    summer  time   and  on   Sunday 


FORTY  YEARS  A  SHAKER 


29 


when  the  Ministry  were  at  Canter- 
bury and  the  weath<  r  pleasant,  the 

society  would  meet  here  for  wor- 
ship, the  Families  so  timing  their 
arrival  as  to  enter  the  Fountain  at 
the  same  moment,  the  other  Families 
entering;  upon  the  opposite  side. 
The  people  marched  all  the  way 
four  abreast,  two  brethren  and 
two  sisters,  the  Elders  and  Minis- 
try leading-,  followed  by  the  sing- 
ers, the  children  bringing  up  the 
rear.  Arriving  at  the  Fountain 
the\  formed  in  circles  as  in  the 
meeting  room  at  home,  the  exer- 
cise being  the  march  only.  Xext, 
ihev  entered  the  house,  sitting  up- 
on the  plainest  of  wood  benches 
kept  there  permanently.  Here  they 
sang  and  listened  to  more  or  less 
speaking  by  the  leaders  for  a  half 
hour  or  so,  \\  hen  the  meeting  was 
dismissed  and  all  returned  home 
singing  and  marching  as  they  came. 
The  children  greatly  enjoved  these 
little  breaks  in  the  monotonous 
routine  of  Sunday  life. 

From  some  cause  never  publicly 
revealed,  these  visits  to  the  Foun- 
tain grew  less  and  less  frecpient  and 
finally  ceased  altogether.  A  few- 
years  later  the  house,  fence  and 
sacred  stone  were  removed,  and  our 
Fountain  became  but  a  memory. 
The  tablet  was  used  as  a  table  for 
making  candy.  To  some  of  us  who 
revered  the  place  and  who  loved  the 
devotional  spirit  that  belonged  to 
it,  its  destruction  seemed  a  sacri- 
lege. Many  were  the  times  that  I 
visited  the  spot  in  after  years  and 
there  knelt  alone  in  prayer  and  in 
communion  with  the  spirit  of  those 
bygone  days.  We  were  not  told 
why  this  holy  ground  prepared  at 
so  much  expense  and  divine  behest, 
ceased  to  be  of  use  for  sacred  pur- 
poses. If  its  contermanding  was  by 
spirit  direction  it  was  not  told  us. 
As  its  introduction  was  attended 
with  much  solemnity,  should  we  not 
expect  its  revocation  to  be  equally 
impressive,    and    in    the    entire    ab- 


sence of  this,  might  we  not  with 
reason  feel  doubtful  as  to  the  gen- 
uineness of  the  first  assertion?  The 
seeds  of  doubt  were  here  sown  in 
some  fruitful  soil  which  in  due 
time  failed  not  to  produce  fruit. 

I  will  mention  one  peculiar  rite 
that  lias  not  been  observed  for 
seventy  years.  It  was  called  the 
"Sweeping  Gift."'  At  certain  ir- 
regular intervals  the  Fllders  and  a 
select  few  singers  would  march 
through  the  village  and  into  evcry 
room  of  every  building,  singing  and 
crying  "sweep,  sweep"  and  using 
their  spiritual  brooms.  It  was  to 
drive  out  all  moral  and  spiritual  un- 
cleanness  that  might  exist.  It  was 
a  powerful  stimulus  for  every  one 
to  maintain  the  most  immaculate 
order  and  neatness  in  all  their 
possessions. 

How  well  do  I  remember  my  first 
Fourth  of  Jul}"  spent  at  the  Village, 
that  we  celebrated  ingloriously  by 
a  good  hard  day's  work  shovelling 
manure  at  the  sheep  barn.  We  boys 
tried  to  make  fun  over  it,  but  we 
felt  more  cross  than  funny.  The 
only  glint  we  had  of  the  holiday  was 
now  and  then  a  rocket  from  the  fire 
works  at  Concord,  12  miles  aw- ay, 
which  as  an  unusual  privilege  we 
were  allowed   to  sit   up  and  see. 

In  September,  1855,  I  blossomed 
into  a  "Youth  Boy."  This  was  a 
most  welcome  change.  It  made  me 
eligible  to  all  services  and  gather- 
ings of  the  brethen  and  taking  my 
meals  with  them  at  the  first  sitting. 
I  was  surely  beginning  to  be  a  man. 
I  was  assigned  to  a  man  whom  1 
liked  very  much,  and  what  was  fully 
as  nice,  who  liked  me,  and  who  ap- 
parently did  all  he  could  to  make 
me  happy. 

My  first  job  with  him  was  pick- 
ing apples  at  the  East  Farm  or- 
chard. This  was  by  far  our  largest 
orchard.  It  was  the  product  of  the 
indefatigable  labor  of  Peter  Avers 
who  at  96  years  of  age  still  work- 
ed on  it  when  I  went  there  to  live. 


30 


THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


He  redeemed  it  from  a  rocky  pas- 
ture, and  the  immense  heaps  of 
stones  made  by  him  in  cleaving  the 
land  betokened  marvelous  energy. 
This  orchard  yielded  this  year  one 
thousand  bushels  of  fruit  for  the 
cellar,  quite  as  much  more  of  sauce 
apples,  and  a  large  amount  for 
cider.  A  large  company  of  both 
sexes  was  occupied  a  full  week  in 
this  orchard.  The  young  men  pick- 
ed the  apples  and  the  sisters  sorted 
them  into  number  one  and  number 
two  for  storage,  and  sauce  apples  to 
be  cut  and  dried. 

The  apples  were  laid  very  care- 
fully in  baskets  and  conveyed  home 
in  spring  wagons,  and  as  carefully 
transferred  to  bins  in  the  cellars. 
No  apple  was  number  one  that  had 
dropped  from  the  tree  or  had  receiv- 
ed the  least  bruise.  Dinner  was 
served  in  the  old  barn,  across  the 
floor  of  which  was  a  long  rude  table. 
We  knelt  before  and  after  eating 
as  at  home,  but  there  was  no  re- 
straint in  conversation.  Few  young 
sisters  and  no  girls  were  there.  In 
those  present  the  Elders  gave  care- 
ful attention  to  their  selection  to 
remove  all  possible  danger  of  un- 
due familiarity  between  the  young 
people. 

The  brethren  had  an  apple  cellar 
for  their  own  exclusive  use,  in  which 
was  stored  the  fruit  from  the 
pasture  trees.  These  were  trees 
that  had  from  time  to  time  been 
grafted  to  fine  fruit.  "These  apples 
were  dealt  out  to  the  brethren  in 
their  shops  all  thru  the  winter. 
The  little  boys  also  had  a  cellar  of 
their  own  for  the  apples  upon  the 
Island,  and  some  of  the  ungrafted 
fruit  that  otherwise  would  go  for 
cider,  and  with  their  young  and 
vigorous  appetites  they  were  not  so 
fastidious  as  to  their  quality. 

From  now  until  late  in  the  fall, 
the  entire  Family  convened  in  the 
large  room  at  the  Iau'ndiy  two  or 
three  evenings  each  week  to  cut  and 
prepare    the    sauce   apples    for   dry- 


ing, cutting  about  sixty  bushels 
each  night.  The  sexes  occupied  op- 
posite sides  of  the  room.  Tin- 
brethren  with  machines  pared  and 
quartered,  and  the  sisters,  boys  and 
girls  finished  them  for  the  kiln. 
This  dried  fruit  supplied  our  table 
with  pies  and  sauce  in  spring  and 
summer,  and  furnished  the  markets 
with  the  well  known  Shaker  apple 
sauce. 

The  boys  sat  at  a  long  table  each 
with  his  wooden  tray,  and  a  dear 
old  sister  waited  upon  us  and  in- 
spected our  work  to  see  if  it  was 
rightly  done.  Tallow  candles, 
home-made,  gave  us  light,  and  when 
it  grew  dim  there  was  a  cry,  per- 
haps a  chorus,  of  "snuff  the  candle, 
John."  It  was  an  animated  and 
pleasant  scene,  and  even  if  we  had 
worked  hard  all  day  as  most  of  us 
had,  the  consciousness  that  we  were 
doing  it  for  each  other  and  for  the 
whole,  made  us  forget  our  weari- 
ness, and  the  hours  to  pass  swiftly. 

I  was  now  living  in  the  "Broom 
Shop"  with  Jackson  Moore  and 
three  other  boys  of  about  my  own 
age  making  brooms,  of  which  we 
made  from  twelve  to  twenty  dozen 
per  day  depending  upon  their  size 
and  quality.  At  another  shop  were 
being  made  as  many  more,  in  all 
about  two  hundred  dozen  of  the 
cheaper  sort  per  week.  In  our  "Re- 
tiring Room"  at  the  "Great  House", 
where  we  slept  and  lived  on  Sun- 
day, were  Jackson  and  six  other 
boys.  Jackson  and  I  occupied  one 
of  the  beds,  two  of  the  boys  the 
other  bed,  and  the  others  slept  in 
the  dormitory,  on  the  floor  above. 
On  our  arrival  at  the  house  every 
Saturday  evening  all  winter,  we 
would  find  a  half  peck  of  the  very 
best  apples  the  cellars  afforded,  two 
or  three  apiece  for  Sunday.  These 
were  placed  there  by  the  sisters. 

Late  this  fall,  much  to  my  regret, 
Jackson  was  appointed  caretaker  of 
the  boys  of  the  "Order"  and  the  as- 
sistant  Elder  assumed   the  jurisdic- 


FORTY  YEARS  A  SHAKiKR 


31 


tion  of  our  little  crew,  himself  work- 
ing with  us  part  of  the  time.  This 
arrangement  was   not   conducive   to 

my  comfort  in  a  certain  way.  These 
hoys  with  whom  I  was  thus  associat- 
ed were  not  gentle  in  their  manners 
and  less  so  in  their  talk.  They  did 
not  incline  to  stud}-  nor  intellectual 
conversation,  and  except  in  work, 
I  had  little  in  common  with  them. 
They  were  not  bad  boys  by  any 
means.  They  were  rather  the 
natural  consequence  of  the  condi- 
tions surrounding  them  which  I 
have  before  described.  '1 'heir  faults 
were  rather  of  a  negative  than  a 
positive  character,  a  deficiency  of 
qualities  necessary  to  develop  the 
best  that  was  in  them  ;  and  they 
fairly  illustrated  the  deprivation  of 
good  female  influence  and  society. 
We  enjoyed  an  abundance  of  re- 
ligious teaching,  but  were  not  urg- 
ed, rather  discouraged,  in  the  pur-' 
suit  of  a  higher  education.  We 
were  not,  and  were  not  designed  to 
be,  fitted  for  a  life  outside  the  so- 
ciety, the  outside  life  to  which  most 
of  the  young  people  inevitably  drift- 
ed. We  sadly  lacked  leaders  who 
were  broad  enough  to  understand 
the  vital  necessities  of  these  things, 
but  our  leaders  were  themselves  the 
product  of  an  imperfect  training  for 
their  positions.  If  some  of  the 
young  people  who  evinced  a  capa- 
city for  leadership  and  of  moral  and 
spiritual  worth,  and  there  were 
most  certainly  some  of  their  kind  ; 
if  these  could  have  been  sent  out  to 
grapple  with  the  world  and  to  cleave 
their  own  way  to  success,  to  learn 
the  failures  and  the  causes  of  them, 
to  mingle  in  society  and  obtain 
points  from  another  angle,  to  study 
the  conditions  of  the  family  life, 
its  virtues  and  its  failures,  they 
would  return  with  minds  broadened 
by  experience  and  rich  in  human 
sympathy,  and  one  such  man  wrould 
he  worth  more  than  all  that  Shaker 
education  was  ever  able  to  produce. 
Some  of  these  young  people  would 


fail  of  course,  and  few  of  them 
would  again  return  to  the  fold,  but 
more  of  them  would  return  propor- 
tionately than  in  the  case  of  those 
remaining  who  were  sheltered  in 
the   hop.-'   of   their  retention. 

The  convent  nuns  arc  wiser  than 
the  Shakers.  Many 'of  the  children 
in  their  schools,  becoming  attach- 
ed to  their  teachers  wrould  impetu- 
ously take  the  veil  and  immure 
themselves  for  life,  but  this  was  not 
permitted.  These  girls  must  return 
to  their  homes  and  remain  for  a 
fixed  number  of  years,  to  attain  a 
knowdedge  of  life,  its  duties  and  its 
pleasures  and  to  become  old  enough 
to  decide  intelligently.  Conse- 
quently those  who  eventually  re- 
turn to  the  secluded  life  of  the  con- 
vent; do  so  understandingly,  with 
none  but  themselves  to  blame  *if 
they  have  made  a  mistake.  Had  the 
Shakers  possessed  something  of 
this  wisdom  they  would  undoubt- 
edly have  permanently  retained 
more  of  their  young  people,  but 
while  the  nuns  increase  in  numbers 
the  Shakers  dwindle.  The  leaders 
of  the  Society,  educated  to  be  chil- 
dren, usually  remain  children,  and 
the  product  of  their  teaching  is 
again  children.  Our  deprivation 
of  reniale  association  served  to  dis- 
tort us  into  unevenly  developed 
beings  and  worked  an  almost  ir- 
reparable injury,  and  I  am  compel- 
led to  emphasize  the  seriousness 
of  this  institutional  defect.  It 
might  have  been  all  so  different  but 
for  the  fatuous  course  adopted  and 
pursued  so  many,  many  years.  I 
had  one  boon  companion,  a  boy  of 
my  own  age,  who  came  to  the  So- 
ciety about  the  same  time  as  my- 
self. We  did  not  work  together, 
but  we  did  live  in  the  same  room 
at  the  House.  Our  tastes  were 
similar.  Wre  loved  study.  We  lov- 
ed to  fish  and  to  ramble.  While  in 
the  Boy's  Order  we  spent  much  of 
our  spare  time  together,  and  the 
wonder   is   that   our     fondness      for 


32  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

each  other  was  never  opposed.  We  every  deviation  from  rectitude.  I 
were  fond  of  athletic  sports  that  fear  I  resembled  the  very  small  bov 
were  permitted,  and  of  wrestling  who  at  confession  was  asked  by  his 
which  was  prohibited,  bjit  we  would  caretaker  if  he  had  been  a  good  boy 
meet  down  in  an  orchard,  out  of  all  the  week  replied  contritely  "kick, 
sight  and  wrestle  time  after  time.  scratch,  bite.*''  "What."  said  the 
Of  course  we  must  go  and  confess  amuse:!  man.  "Kick,  scratch,  bite," 
it.  but  the  next  day  at  it  we  would  said  the  little  penitent.  "Well  you 
go  again.  1  do  not  know  whether  ma)-  go,"  said  the  caretaker,  smoth- 
er  not    John   confessed    it.     1    never  ering   a    laugh    with    difficulty. 


asked    him      lie    never   told    me.     I 
wilt    not    pretend    that    1    confessed 


To  be  continued 


SNOW-TRAIL 

By  Bcrnke  Lesb'i'a  Kenyon 

Grey  is  the  world  before  us. 

Etched  with  a  slender  line. 

Shadowless,   soft,   entrancing, — 

Dreamily  fair  and  fine: 

Steel  is  the  wind  that  drives  us. 

Steely  the  sifted  snow. 

Down  through  an  aisle  of  the  forest 

Softly,  swiftly  we  go. 

Over  the  frozen  river. 
Thickets  white  on  the  side, 
Bowered   and  bent  with   silver, 
Close  where  the   partridge  hide. — 
Down  through  the  misty  highway 
Hid  by  a  snowy  veil, 
On   we  press  to  the  forest. 
Slowly    breaking    the    trail. 

Ho!  Friend,  over  the -snowdrifts  ! 
Look  where  the  white  wind  flies! 
Oh.  how  the  forest  brillance 
Fires  the  light  in  your  eyes  ! 
See  how  the  wind   is  raging — 
The  drifts  are  scattered  and  swirled  ! 
This  is  the  God's  own   weather! 
This  is  the  great  white   world  ! 


A  FEW  PAGES  OF  POETRY 


The  announcement  in  the  Decem- 
ber number  of  the  Granite  Month- 
ly that  a  prize  of  $50  had  been  otter- 
ed by  Mr.  Brookes  More  for  the  best 
poem  printed  in.  this  magazine  dur- 
ing- the  year  1921,  already  has  in- 
terested, we  learn  from  our  mail, 
a  large  number  of  verse-makers, 
and  we  hear  of  many  more  entries 
to  come.  In  order  to  make  the  field 
of  competitors  as  large  as  possible 
within  the  limits  of  the  magazine's 
size  we  have  decide'!  to  devote  a  few 
pages  a  month  during  the  year  ex- 
clusively to  poetry,  in  addition  to 
the  verses  printed  here  and  there 
through  the  various  numbers. 
Every  poem  receiving  its  first  pub- 
lication in  the  Granite  Monthly  will 
be  eligible  for  Mr.  More's  generous 
prize  and  the  exigencies  of  maga- 
zine make-up  rather  than  the  com- 
parative quality  of  the  poems,  as 
the  editor  sees  them,  will  decide 
which  verses  appear  in  the  special 
department  of  poetry  and  which 
find  places  elsewhere  in  the  maga- 
zine. 


Xew  and  old  contributors  to  the 
magazine  appear  in  our  first  instal- 
ment of  this  department.  Bernicc 
l.esbia  Kenyon  is  on  the  staff  of 
Scribner's  Magazine.  In  1920  she 
won  the  John  Masefield  prize  by 
her  poetry  and  she  has  had  verse 
printed  in  the  Sonnet  and  the  Liter- 
ary Digest.  Mary  H.  Wheeler  (of 
Pittsfield,  X.  H.)  made  her  first 
contributions  to  the  Granite  Month- 
ly just  40  years  ago  and  her  muse 
is  still  graceful  and  true.  Clair 
Leonard,  a  member  of  the  Harvard 
Poetry  Society  and  the  organist  of 
the  Harvard  Glee  Club,  is  a 
musician  of  rare  ability.  Amy  J. 
Dolloff  (of  Ashland,  X.  H.)  'has 
been  a  contributor  of  verse  to  many 
publications,  including  the  Granite 
Monthly.  during,  residence  in 
Maine  and  Xew  Hampshire.  Ruth 
Metzger,  a  senior  at  Wellesley,  has 
contributed  to  the  Modernist,  poems 
which  have  proved  of  interest  to  the 
critics. 


FINIS 

By    Clair    T.    Leonard 

Since  thou  and   i   on   this  green   earth   are  born, 
And  having  lived  and  loved  and  worked  and  died, 
And  entered   in  a  sepulchre   forlorn. 
Are  soon  forgot  by  those  who  once  had  sighed  ; 

And  since  great  nations,   tender  verdant  blades, 
And   all   things   horrible   and  all   things   fair, 
— Sweet  music  played  and  songs  by  heav'nly  maids, 
The  days,  the  nights,  the  water  and  the  air, 

Are  all  at  first  conceived  and  then  begun, 
And  thrive  and  serve  their  purpose  to  the  end, 
And  when  their  duty  requisite  is  done 
Are    nought    but    memories   of   ancient   trend ; 


Our  world,  so  small  compared  with  God's  whole  scheme, 
Will  some  day  disappear  and  be  a  dream. 


FRAGMENT 

By    C.    Fcnmce    Whit  comb. 

If  only  I,  from  out  this  world  of  dreams, 
Might   have   the  choice  of  one   apart 

To  weave  forever  in  my  soul,  it  seems 

Thou  woutd'st  he  of  that  dream,  the  heart. 


A  SONG  IN  SEPTEMBER 

fly    Bermce    Lesbia    Kenyan. 

The  distant  hills  are  gleaming  gold.. 
Ashine   with   slopes  of  goldenrod, 
And   far  and   high  above   them  sound: 
The  gulden   laughter  of   a  god. 

But  laughter  of  the  gods  is  faint, 
And  goldenrod  grows  grey  in  rain. 
And  they  were  nought  to  me,  could  1 
But    hear   your   golden    songs    again. 


LIFE 

By   Ida   B.    Rossiter. 

Our  life  is  such  a  fleeting  thing, 

'Tis  like   a  feather  from    the  wing 

Of  a   bird   that  takes   its  flight. 

The    twilight    that    preceeds    the    night, 

Like  dew  upon  the  grass  it  seems 

To  vanish   with   the  sun's  first   beams. 

Like  mist   upon   the   mountain   peak, 

The  fleeing  deer  that   hunters   seek. 

Only  a  snowflake  on  the  river, 

A   moment  seen,  then  gone  forever. 


MY  LITTLE  LOVE 

fly  Emily    11'.    Matthews. 

I   cherished    in   my  heart 
A  little  love.     His  wings 
Were  gossamer,  and  lined 
With   rainbow   hues,  each   part. 

The    little    timid    thing 

I   gave    into   your   hands 

So   trustingly,  but   you 

Have   bruised    and    clipped    each    wing. 


JANUARY 

By  Albert  Aimett. 

Blow,  Warder,  Ho  !   Let  go  your  banner  string! 
The   dirge   for   the  dead    is  ended  and   paeans 

loud   we    sing. 
From    the   past,   with    its   buried   sadness,    let 

hopes  exultant  spring! 
''The   king  is  dead  !"  the   echo  ring,   "Hail   to 

the    new-born    king!" 

THE  MESSENGER 

By  Amy  J.  Dolloff 

Life  has  deeper  meaning  \      £* 

Since  your  face   I  see. 

Earth  and   heaven  are  brighter 

Toil   more   dear  to  me. 

Spirit  speaks  to  spirit 
With  a  holy  joy. 
All  my  being  answers 
To  love  without  alloy. 

Why  should  such  a  glory 
Gild  my  every  hour? 
Why  the  blessing  wondrous 
Bring  new   strength  and   power? 

Is  it  that  the  Giver 
Of  true   life   and   love 
Sends  thru  you  His   Message 
From  the  courts  above  ? 


^98972 


ALIEN 

By   Harold    Vinal. 

The   gorse   grass    waves   in    Ireland, 
Far  on  the  windless  hills  ; 
In   France  dark  poppies  glimmer — 
Suncups    and    daffodils. 

The   heather   seas  are  crying 
And  deep  on  English  lanes — 
Blown  roses  spill  their  color 
In  the  soft,  grey  rains. 

My  heart  alone  is  broken 
For  things  I  may  not  see — 
New   England's  shaken  gardens, 
Beside  a  dreaming  sea. 


3" 


EDITORIAL 


A  valued  contributor  to  the 
Granite  Monthly,  Mr.  Frank  B. 
Kingsbury  of  Keene,  a  member  of 
the  New  Hampshire  and  Vermont 
state  historical  societies  and  a  Avell- 
known  historical  writer,  sends  us  a 
communication  upon  the  subject  of 
Vital  Statistics  which  seems  suit- 
able for  publication  in  this  depart- 
ment of  the  magazine.     He  says: 

As  nature  left  our  state  moun- 
tains, rivers,  lakes  and  forests 
abounded,  but  it  was  man  who  made 
and  developed  what  nature  had 
left ;  it  was  man  who  built  our  high- 
ways, villages  and  cities,  in  fact 
made  all  improvements-  Examina- 
tion of  the  archives  of  our  state  re- 
veals the  names  of  the  leading  men 
in  their  day  and  generation;  states- 
men, soldiers,  husbandmen,  the 
founders  of  our  commonwealth. 
Write,  if  you  will,  a  history  of  our 
state  without  making  mention  of 
men  like  Capt.  John  Mason,  the.  Hil- 
tons,  Rev.  John  Wheelwright,  Gen- 
erals Stark  and  Sullivan.  Hon. 
Daniel  Webster.  President  Franklin 
Pierce  and  a  host  of  others,  and  you 
have  but  a  skeleton,  void  of  indus- 
try, civilization  and  culture.  Some- 
times I  feel  we  are  inclined  to  lose 
sight  of  the  fact  that  we  are  still  as 
truly  making  historv  today  as  were 
they  of  1776  or  1800.  With  this 
fact  in  mind  it  is  all  important  that 
we  make  correct  and  accurate  state- 
ments in   our  public  records. 

The  vital  statistics  of  this  state 
are  kept  in  the  office  of  the  State 
Board  of  Health  in  Concord.  These 
records  which  cover  births,  mar- 
riages," deaths,  places,  etc.,  I  have 
reason  to  believe  are  being  accurate- 
ly kept.  But  how  about  the  annual 
town  and  city  reports  as  they  are 
now  printed  throughout  this  state? 
Do  they  give  the  true  facts  in  all 
cases;  are  they  to  be  depended  on, 
or  are  thev  erroneous,  and,  in  some 


instances,  incomplete  and  mislead- 
ing? With  this  all  important 
question  I  wish  to  deal.  And  I 
may  state  here,  it  is  not  my  de- 
sire to  in  any  way  criticise  the  ex- 
cellent work  now  being  done  by  the 
usual  town  and  city  clerks;  they 
are  doubtless  working  "according  to 
law;"  but.  that  being  the  case,  the 
law  should  be  amended  during  the 
present  session  of  the  legislature. 

Inasmuch  as  the  printed  Vital 
Statistics  in  New  Hampshire  are 
becoming  more  and  more  a  "work 
of  reference"  they  should  be  accur- 
ately printed.  If  you  examine  the 
annua!  report  of  almost  any  town, 
you  will  find  this  headline  ;— births 
registered ;  marriages  registered ; 
deaths    registered    in    the    town    of 

.     The    records   of   births 

and  marriages  appears  complete, 
except  when  a  parent,  groom  or 
bride  is  born  in  a  foreign  country, 
the  name  of  the  town  is  seldom 
given,  but  simply  as  Canada,  Eng- 
land, Scotland,  etc.  Why  not  give 
the  name  of  the  town  and  make  the 
record  complete?  However,  in  the 
deaths  registered,  this  statement 
does  not  necessarily  mean  that  such 
a  death  took  place  in.  that  town, 
even  though  it  is  "registered"  there. 
If  for  instance,  a  New  Hampshire 
man  died  while  on  a  visit  to  Bos- 
ton and  is  buried  in  his  home  town, 
his  death  would  be  on  record  as 
having  occurred  in  two  places.  For 
example,  according  to  a  printed 
Surry  annual  report,  Cyrus  Kings- 
burv  died  in  that  town  November 
30, '1909.  As  a  matter  of  fact  he 
died  in  Concord,  this  state,  where 
his  death  is  doubtless  also  on  rec- 
ord. His  wife,  Lydia  J.  Kings- 
bury, died  in  Keene,  August  9,  1917 
and  is  buried  in  Surry  beside  her 
husband,  but  according  to  the  print- 
ed reports  of  the  two  towns,  she 
died    in    each    town    upon    the    same 


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37 


day.  Again,  Stephen  H.  Clement, 
died  at  his  home  in  Surry.  January 
29,  1918  and  is  buried  in  Keene,  yet 
if  we  take  the  records,  he  died  in 
both  towns.  Numerous  like  in- 
stances might  be  cited  and  such 
errors  future  generations  will  sharp- 
ly criticise,  and  justly,  too.  When 
the  body  of  a  deceased  is  brought 
into  town  it  should  be  so  print- 
ed, and  state  where  the  d  eath  took 
place.  A  marriage  taking  place  out 
of  town  is  so  recorded  :  why  not  in 
case  of  a   death? 

Why  is  the  age  at  death  (year, 
month,  day)  given  instead  the  date 
of  birth;  as  I  believe  it  should  be. 
The  age  at  death  cannot  be  accur- 
ately and  positively  given  without 
knowing  the  date  of  birth;  then 
why  give  the  "age?"  Numerous 
errors  have  and  will  continue  to  oc- 
cur so  long  as  this  old  time  system 
is  vised!  A  diligent  search  of  old 
records  and  headstones  gives  ample 
proof  of  this   statement. 

When  an  error  has  been  printed 
in  an  annual  report  should  it  remain 
as  printed,  or  be  corrected  in  the 
next  issue?  Nearly  all,  I  believe 
would  desire  a  correction  to  be 
made.  I  have  in  mind  a  case  where 
a  man  married  his  own  mother — 
according  to  print — who  had  at  the 
time  of  marriage  been  dead  for 
several  years.  Some  one  blunder- 
ed in  this  record  which  has  never 
been  corrected. 

If  in  printing  the  annual  reports 
the  names  in  the  vital  statistics 
were  arranged  alphabetically  in- 
stead of  chronologically,  as  at  pres- 
ent, in  all  towns  of  over  1000  in- 
habitants, there  would  be  a  saving 
of  much  valuable  time  in  search- 
ing the  records. 

Most  clerks  when  application  is 
made  to  search  the  records  in  their 
charge  will  cheerfully  comply  with 


such  request,  stating  their  fee  for 
such  research.  Those  clerks  who 
do  not  should  be  considered  as 
negligent  of  duty  and  the  law 
should  clear!}'  and  definitely  state 
thai  it  is  a  part  of  a  clerk's  duty  to 
attend  promptly  to  such  matters. 
In  taking  up  with  Otis  G.  Ham- 
mond, superintendent  of  the  New 
Hampshire  Historical  Society,  the 
matter  of  amending  the  present 
laws  respecting  the  printing  of  vital 
statistics  in  the  annual  town  and 
city  reports,  the  following  recom- 
mendations   arc    suggested,    viz: 

1.  That  when  the  body  of  a  de- 
ceased is  brought  into  a  town  the 
records  shall  state  where  the  death 
took  place,  in  addition  to  the  usual 
record   as  now  given. 

2.  That  the  date  of  birth,  |in- 
stead  the  age  at  death  be  given  in 
death  records. 

3.  When  any  record  in  the  vital 
statistics  is  printed  incorrectly  or 
incompletely,  the  same  shall  be  cor- 
rected in  the  next  annual  report 
when  the  facts  are  reported  in  writ- 
ing to  the  clerk. 

4.  That  the  vital  statistics  shall 
be  printed  alphabetically  in  the  an- 
nual reports  instead  of  chronologi- 
cally, as  at  present,  in  all  towns  of 
over    1000   inhabitants. 

5.  When  application  in  writing 
is  made  to  a  clerk  to  search  the 
records  in  his  charge,  he  shall  state 
his  fee  for  making  a  diligent  search 
for  the  desired  information  and  give 
the  matter  prompt  attention. 

It  is  quite  probable  there  are 
other  suggestions  which  can  and 
should  be  made  to  improve  our  pub- 
lic records,  but  the  above  should  be 
carefully  considered  by  our  law- 
makers   during    1921. 


3* 


BOOKS  OF  NEW  HAMPSHIRE  INTEREST 


A  Wonderland  of  the  East-  By 
William  Copeman  Kitchin.  Ph.D. 
Illustrated.  Pp.,  330.  Cloth.  $5. 
Boston:  The  Page  Company. 

One  of  the  finest  pictures  we  ever 
have  seen  in  print  of  the  Old  Man 
of  the  Mountain  looks  out  at  us 
from  the  frontispiece  of  this  sumpt- 
uous hook  of  travels.  Paradise 
Falls.  Lost  River,  the  Presidential 
Range  from  Intervale,  and  Dixville 
Notch,  also  arc  beautifully  repro- 
duced in  color,  and  many  other  of 
the  54  plates  which  illustrate  the 
volume  so  adequately  and  appro 
priatcly  are  of  New  Hampshire 
scenes,  while  one  of  its  three  good 
maps  is  of  New  Hampshire  and 
Vermont. 

Doctor  Kitchin,  the  author,  re- 
cently a  member  of  the  faculty  of 
the  University  of  Vermont,  puts  to- 
gether in  this  book,  one  of  the  hand- 
somest of  the  season,  his  memories 
and  notes  of  automobile  journeyings 
during  four  successive  seasons 
through  eastern  and  central  New 
York  and  the  New  England  states. 
Some  of  these  trips  started  from  his 
home  in  New  York.,  others  from  his 
summer  home  on  the  shores  of 
Lake  Wentworth  in  Wolfeboro. 
New  Hampshire.  On  all  of  them 
he  viewed  the  scenery  and  reviewed 
the  history  of  the  region  with  re- 
sults that,  as  preserved  in  these 
printed  pages,  are  at  once  enjoyable 
and    valuable. 

An  experienced  traveller  in  the 
Far  East  and  in  Europe,  Doctor 
Kitchin  sees  America  not  first,  but 
finally,  with  due  preparation  for  its 
appreciation  and  for  comparison 
with  other  lands  of  equal,  but  un- 
like, interest  and  beauty.  He  writes 
with  an  intimate,  personal  note,  yet 
with  high  regard  for  accuracy,  "so 
that  his  work  is  not  only  a  readable 
chronicle   but   a    useful  '  guide      for 


those  who  may  motor  in  his  car 
tracks. 

As  he  travelled  with  equipment 
for  camping  and  was  not  dependent 
upon  hotels,  his  stopping  places 
were  in  many  instances  different 
from  those  of  the  "regular"  tourist. 
as,  for  instance,  a  night  and  day 
spent  on  Mount  Cube  in  Orford. 
and  these  episodes,  charmingly 
described,  add  to  the  book's  attrac- 
tion. 

The  beauty  of  the  New  Hamp- 
shire lake  country  seems  to  have 
appealed  to  Doctor  Kitchin  as  much 
as  did  the  grandeur  of  the  moun- 
tains to  the  northward,  and  it  is 
pleasing  to  note  a  paragraph  in  ap- 
preciation of  Webster  Lake  at 
Franklin,  a  beauty  spot  too  seldom 
celebrated    in    print. 


Politics  Adjourned-  Politics  Re- 
gained. By  Richard  D.  Ware 
with  Introductory  Remarks  bv 
John  Milton.  Amherst  Publish- 
ing   Company. 

Something  more  than  a  century 
ago  the  town  of  Amherst  was  one 
of  those  of  principal  importance  in 
New  Hampshire  with  bright  pros- 
pects, among  other  respects,  as  a 
publishing  center.  The  Legislature 
had  met  there,  it  was  the  shire  town 
of  Hillsborough  county  and  it  had 
hopes  of  becoming  the  state  capital. 
However,  it  lost  both  the  capitol 
and  the  print  shops  to  Concord, 
where  Isaac  Hill  went  from  Am- 
herst to  become  governor,  United 
States  Senator,  and  best  known  edi- 
tor of  the  state.  Later  another  boy 
from  Amherst.  Horace  Greeley,  be- 
came  even  more  famous  and  power- 
ful in  the  politics  and  journalism  of 
the  nation. 

Hill  and  Greeley,  hard-hitters 
both,  would  read  with  appreciation, 


BOOKS  OP  NEW  HAMPSHIRE  INTEREST 


39 


if  they  were  with  us  today,  two 
well-printed  pamphlets  which  are 
issued  by  the  "Amherst  Publishing 
Company,  Amherst.  N.  H.,"  under 
the  titles  noted  above.  They  would 
see  that  there  has  not  been  much 
change  since  their  day  in  the  vigor 
with  which  the  leaders  of  one  poli- 
tical party  arc  lambasted  by  the 
speakers  and  the  writers  of  the 
other  and  tl.ey  would  take  off  their 
hats  to  Mr.  Richard  D.  Wave, 
twentieth  century  lampooner,  for 
the  dexterity  with  which  he  uses  his 
typewriter  as  a  whiplash  and  there- 
he  removes  considerable  sections  of 
hide  from  exposed  portions  of  his 
opponents'   figurative   anatomy. 

Not  being  a  political  publication, 
the  Granite  Monthly  finds  it  best  to 
quote  as  a  sample  of  Mr.  Ware's 
style,  liis  solution  of  the  problem 
of   "Re-adjustment:" 

With  peace  declared,  one  Jack, 

A  gob. 

Came  back   from  raging  main 

And    found   a   Jane 

Was  holding  down  his  job. 

So   what   to   do   with  him 

Now   Uncle   Sam    was    through,    with   him. 

While    Boards.    Commissions.    Statisticians 

Fought    and    wrangled 

And  got   their  red  tape  and  themselves 

Tied  up  and  tangled. 

Jack  never  tarried. 

And    now  they  are  married. 


Taft  Papers  on  the  League  of 
Nations:  Speeches  and  Let- 
ters of  Ex-Fresipent  William 
Howard  Taft.  Edited  by  Theo- 
dore Marburg  and  Horace  E- 
Flack.  .  Pp.,  340.  Cloth,  $4.50. 
New  York:  The  MacMillan  Com- 
pany. 

Not  since  slavery  has  any  ques- 
tion so  divided  the  American  people 
as  has  the  League  of  Nations  and 
the  relations  to  il  of  the  United 
States  of  America-  It  has  its  ar- 
dent Wilson  supporters.     It  has  its 


bitter  Moses  opponents.  It  has  its 
middle-of-the-roaders,  who  attach 
so  much  importance  to  the  accep- 
tance by  this  nation  of  the  principle 
involved  that  they  will  go  almost 
any  lengths  in  the  way  of  sacrific- 
ing the  famous  fourteen  points. 

In  the  popular  mind  former  Presi- 
dent William  H.  Taft  is  regarded  as 
the  leader  of  those  who  consider 
the  spirit  of  a  League  more  impor- 
tant than  the  letter  of  its  law  and 
covenant,  and  it  is,  therefore,  im- 
portant that  permanent  record  be 
made  of  his  attitude  towards  this 
proposed  international  agreement 
in  these  days  of  its  formation.  This 
has  been  done  in  the  substantial 
volume  entitled  above,  wherein  are 
collected  in  order  the  speeches  of 
Mr.  Taft  upon  the  League  question 
and  his  correspondence,  especially 
with  the  White  House,  on  points 
involved  during  the  prolonged  Sen- 
ate deadlock.  The  objections  to 
our  participation  in  the  League  on 
the  ground  that  it  will  interfere 
with  our  sovereignty  and  with  the 
Monroe  Doctrine  ;  that  it  would  in- 
volve abandonment  of  our  tradi- 
tional policy  against  entangling  al- 
liances ;  and  that  power  is  lacking 
under  the  Constitution  for  us  to  en- 
ter into  such  a  treaty  are  answered 
bv  Mr.  Taft  in  the  papers  collected 
iii  this  book.  An  excellent  20  page 
introduction  by  Mr.  Marburg  con- 
cludes :  "The  Papers  are  re- 
plete with  new  evidence  of  our  hon- 
ored ex- President's  grasp  of  the 
guiding  legal  principles  of  our  Gov- 
ernment, gathered  on  the  bench 
and  in  executive  office,  and  of  the 
attitude  of  mind  which  the  best 
thought  and  feeling  of  the  country 
heartily  accepts  as  true  American- 
ism." 


Creative  Chkmlstry.  By  Edwin 
E.  Slossdn.  Illustrated.  Pp., 
3.11.  New  York:  The  Century 
Company. 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


The  Century  Company.  New- 
York,  is  one  publishng  house  which, 
both  through  it-  magazines  and  its 
book  department,  is  striving  intelli- 
gently and  successfully  to  aid  in  the 
real  progress  and  true  education  of 
our  people.  This  is  seen  in  such  of 
its  publications  as  the  Century 
Hooks  of  Useful  Science,  the  Cen- 
tury New  World  Series,  the  Cen- 
tury Foreign  Trade  Series,  etc. 
The  well-illustrated  and  serviceable 
volume  entitled  above  was  the  first 
to  appear  in  the  Science  series  and 
was  so  warmly  welcomed  that  it 
now  is  issued  in  a  new  edition  revis- 
ed and  brought  up  to  date.  Its 
author.  Doctor  Slosson,  is  that  rare 
combination,  a  chemist  of  distinc- 
tion and  a  writer  of  imagination  and 
charm.  In  this  book  he  writes  for 
those  whose  knowledge  of  chemis- 
try, if  the}-  have  any.  is  most  ele- 
mentary. He  describes,  so  that  all 
of  us  can  understand  their  wonders, 
the  modern  processes  of  the  chemi- 
cal industries,  and  what  is  more  im- 
portant, he  goe?.  on  to  show  the 
political  and  social  effects  of  these 
great  discoveries.  One  result  is  to 
make  it  clear  to  the  dullest  reader 
that  a  foundation  stone  of  our 
future  national  policy,  domestic  and 
foreign,  should  be  the  chemical  free- 
dom of  this  country,  only  wrested 
from  German  domination  because 
of  the  recent  war,  and  sure  to  be 
endangered  again  if  our  vigilance 
abates. 


Waste    Paimir     Philosophy     and 
Magpies  in  Pjcardv.       By  T.  P. 

Cameron  Wilson.      (Reviewed  by 
Gordon    Hillman.) 

The  war  has  produced  in  every 
land  an  enormous  amount  of  poetry. 
By  the  same  token,  very  little  of  it 
has  been  really  good  verse-  Among 
these  few  notable  poems  was  "Mag- 
pies in  Picardy,"  which  aroused 
considerable  comment  on   its  publi- 


cation in  England  and  in  this  coun- 
try. Captain  Wilson  died  in  battle 
with  his  regiment,  The  Sherwood 
Foresters,  but  his  work  lives  on, 
most  of  it  between  the  covers  of 
"Waste  Paper  Philosophy."  Re- 
garding this  philosophy,  which  is  a 
series  of  short  essays  in  prose,  ad- 
dressed "To  My  Son."  there  can  he 
no  criticism  and  little  comment. 
They  are  too  good,  too  deep,  too 
vital  to  be  described  by  men  who 
ought  to  know  better.  To  be  ap- 
preciated, they  should  be  read. 
Moreover,  they  should  be  given  to 
every  school  boy  in  the  land,  as 
one  reviewer  has  already  said. 
They  are  much  too  line,  too  delicate 
to  brook  description. 

Under  the  general  title,  "Magpies 
in  Picardy"  comes  the  verse.  Poig- 
nantly English,  it  carries  an  appeal 
that  is  little  short  of  universal.  It 
is  England,  forever  England  that 
draws  the  poet's  fire,  and  Devon 
gains  no  little  from  it. 

"The  white  wall,  the  cob  wall,  about  my 
Devon  farm. 

The  oak  door,  the  black  door,  that  open- 
to   the   wold. 

Down  the  grey  flagstones,  and  out  in  the 
gloaming, 

CAnd  all  across  my  shoulder,  her  milk- 
splashed   arm.) 

Out  in  the  cool  dusk  to  watch  the  rooks 
homing. 

(And  all  across  the  grey  floor  a  slant  of 
gold.) 

Yet  in  contrast,  there  are  in 
"France,  1917,"  some  stark  bits  of 
horror  that  rival   Sassoon. 

"There    was   nothing   here  that  moved   but 

a   lonely   bird, 
And  the   wind  over   the  grass.     Men    lived 

in  mud  ; 
Slept   as   their  dead   must   sleep,  walled  in 

with    clay, 
Yet  staring  out  across  the  unpitying  day, 
Staring    hard-eyed    like    hawks    that    hope 

for    blood. 


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41 


The   still   land   was   a    witch   who   held  her 

breath, 
And    with    a    lidless  .  eye    kept    watch    for 

death." 
Here  are  no  paeans  of  victory,  nor 
vituperations  against  the  enemy,  no 
headlong  cavalry  charges  nor  verbal 
skvrocketings,  but  if  you  would  see 
war  as  it  is,  read  "France  1917." 
Or  if  you  would  turn  from  "the  sul- 
len thunder  of  Man  with,  his  hungry 
guns."  there  is  a  ballad  of  London 
Town,  and  the  singing  dialect  of 
"The  Wind  Blawn  Down,"  yet  ever 
and  ever  as  in  "Lying  Awake  at 
Night,"  the  war  finds  grim  reflec- 
tion. However  there  are  neither 
battles  nor  plagues  in  the  whimsi- 
cal verses  of  "The  Sentimental 
Schoolmaster,"  wherein  great  sym- 
pathy is  shown  for  schoolboys,  and 
less  for  pedagogue.,.  Yel  Captain 
Wilson  was  a  schoolmaster-  Senti- 
mental or  not,  he  is  a  poet  whose 
teachings  in  prose  and  verse  will 
go  singing  down  the  world  long  af- 
ter his  fellows'  crustier  messages 
are  so  much  dried   dust. 


A  St.  Andrews  Treasury  of 
Scottish  Verse.  Edited  by  Mrs. 
Alexander  Lawson  and  Alexan- 
der Lawson.  (Reviewed  by  Gor- 
don Hillman.)  A-  &  C.  'Black, 
Ltd. 

Out  of  Scotland  have  come  not 
only  great  men  but  great  poets,  and 
herein  are  the  finest  lays  that  they 
sang,  gay  lilts  and  smoothly  polish- 
ed verses  that  have  already  outworn 
time,  and  will  continue  to  brave  the 
centuries  until  the  Stuart  tartan 
disappears  from  the  earth.  Here 
they  all  are,  the  old  familiar  singers, 
Robert  Burns,  Sir  W'alter  Scott  and 
Lady  John,  Robert  Louis  Stevenson, 
Campbell  and  Hoagg,  Baroness 
Nairne,  Robert  Buchanan  and  his 
"Wedding  of  Shon  McLean"  and 
the  rest. 

And  here,  too  is  constant  surprise 
in  the     number     of     contemporary 


writers  of  Scottish  verse.  Andrew- 
Lang  has  left  us,  but  his  unforget- 
table   "'Twilight    on    Tweed"    never 

will. 

"Three  crests  against  the  saffron  sky 

Beyond  the  purple  plain, 

The  kind  remembered  melody 

Of   Tweed   once   more   again.''  ■ 

Lang  and  his  work  are  well  known 
to- Americans,  but  since     his  time, 
there  has  been  much  Scottish  verse, 
much   excellent    Scottish     verse     of 
which   we   know   too   little.     Promi- 
nent among  these  moderns  is  John 
Buchan,   whose      "South    Countrie" 
has  as  gallantly  lilting  a   refrain  as 
those    of    the    older    border    ballads. 
And   here    too  is  John    Foster  with 
a  ballad  of  the   Seaforth  Highland- 
ers, "Civis  Romanus  Sum"  that  has 
all    the   roaring    power   of    Rudyard 
Kipling  in  its  lines. 
"The   road   my   country  bade  me, 
(Said  the  Corporal  of  the  Line), 
I've    tramped    it   wi'   the    colours 
Since   I   joined  the  corps   lang  syne. 
A    man's   road    and   a   great   road 
But  the  road  I  want  the  day 
Is   a   road   that   skirts  the   barley 
On    the   haughs   along   the    Spey." 

War  always  brings  much  to  the 
Scots,  and  this  greatest  of  all  wars 
is  no  exception.  The  "Neuve 
Chapelle"  of  John  Foster,  and  Mary 
Simon's,  "The  Glen's  Muster  Roll" 
and  "After  Neuve  Chapelle"  are  as 
Scottish  as  the  colors  of  the  kilt  or 
the  drone  of  the  bagpipes.  They  are 
essentially  different  from  American 
verse  or  even  that  of  the  English, 
vet  they  and  Sir  George  Douglas' 
"Edinburgh  Castle"  bid  fair  to 
stand  with  the  great  poems  of  the 
world. 

And  so  does  Violet  Jacob's  "Tarn 
F  the  Kirk"  and  "The  Howe  of 
the  Mearns,"  Charles  Murray's 
"The  Whistle"  and  many,  many 
others.  Mercifully,  the  Scots  seem 
to  indulge  not  in  'isms,  to  complete- 
ly ignore  the  fads  and  foibles  of 
the  moment,  to  leave  free  verse  and 


42  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

merely    weird    verse    to    the    rest   of  "Shining  and  shadowy,  verdant-walled 

the   world,   and   to   write  poetry   that  By    his    banks    of    spreading   beeches, 
has    sheer    beauty,    delicate    fabrica-  Thundering   over  the    foaming  cauld 
tion    Or    rousing    lilt    to    Commend    it.  And    sliding   on    silver   reaches. 
Here  you  will  find  neither  the  sensa-  Twisting   and  turning  by   haugh   and   lea 
tional    nor    the    mawkish,    nor    con-  Tweed  goes  down  to   the   windy  sea." 
slant  frettirigs  about  souls  and  con- 
ditions,  but  good    healthy   out-door  Vt't    thl"s    is   characteristic   of    the 
verse    that   looms      as      Ben      Nevis  whole   volume,  and   not     merely     a 
above  the  clammv  mists  of  modern  high      light     amid     sundry     darker 
"expression"       and       "impression."  lamps.       What  with  old     favorities 
For   where    in    America    or   in    Eng-  and  new  masters  of  verse,  the  book 
laud   or  yet   in    France  do  you  find  ;s   one   of    the   poetic   events   of   the 
better  contemporary  verse  than  this  year. 
bv    Will    H.    Qoilv'ie. 


CANTERBURY  BELLS 

By  Mary  II.  Wheeler 

My  neighbor  has  a  garden  plot 

With   hardy   plants    replete, 
Forget-me-nots   and   columbines 

And  pinks  and  roses  sweet. 

There    larskpur    with    the    foxglove    vie: 

And   each   in   turn  excels. 
But  from  them  all  I  turn  to  watch 

The  Canterbury  bells. 

Brave  plants  that  bow  not  to  the  storm. 
Soft  bells  the  wind  may  blow, 

That  send  out  perfume  for  a  sound 
While  swinging  to  and  fro. 

In  tints  as  dainty  as  their  breath. 

Mauve,  purple,  pink  and  white. 
And  lavender  and  blended  shades 

That  change  in  changing  light. 

Stout  belfries  and  the  many  bells, 
Straight  from   the   Master's  hand, 

Your  tongues  are  never  voiceless 
To   souls    that   understand. 

Attuned  to  beauty's  gamut, 

Each   wind-swayed   chalice   swells 

Earth's    never-ending  symphony, 
Sweet  Canterbury  bells. 


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\ 


The  late  O.  B.  Douglas. 


DR.  O.   B.   DOUGLAS 

Dr.  Orlando  Bcnajah  Douglas,  widely 
known  surgeon  and  past  commander  of 
the  Department  of  New  Hampshire,  G. 
A.  R.,  died  at  his  home  in  Concord.  Decem- 
ber 17,  after  a  long  riiness.  He  was  born 
in  Cornwall,  Yt  .  September  12,  1836.  and 
served  in  the  Civil  War  with  the  18th 
Missouri  Volunteers,  being  wounded  twice 
and  being  promoted  from  private  to  lieu- 
tenant and  adjutant,  fie  received  a  medi- 
cal "degree  from  the  Medical  School  of 
New  York  University  and  subsequently 
was  a  member  of  its  faculty.  He  was 
also  for  many  years  director  of  the  Man- 
hattan Eye,  Ear  and  Throat  Hospital  and 
president  of  the  medical  society  of  the 
county  of  New  York.  For  the  past  20 
years  Dr.  Douglas  had  resided  in  Concord 
and  had  gradually  withdrawn  from  active 
practice.  He  had  been  president  of  the 
New    Hampshire    Orphans'      Home      since 


1904,  and  was  an  active  worker  for  pro- 
hibition, woman  suffrage  and  other  re- 
forms. He  was  a.  member  of  the  Loyal 
Legion  and  of  various  medical  and  other 
societies  and  associations,  and  had  written 
much  upon  his  specialty,  diseases  of  the 
eye,  ear  and  throat.  He  was  a  32nd  degree 
Mason  and  had  been  a  member  of  the 
Baptist  church  since  1855.  One  son,  Ed- 
win  R.   Douglas   of    Philadelphia,   survives. 


TRUE    L.    NORRIS. 

Colonel  True  L.  Norris,  veteran  editor 
and  former  member  of  the  Democratic- 
national  committee  from  New  Hampshire, 
died  at  his  home  in  Portsmouth,  Decem- 
ber 4.  He  was  born  in  Manchester,  May 
4,  184S.  His  parents  moved  to  Woburn, 
Mass.,  when  he  was  four  years  old  and 
he   was    fitted   there   for   Harvard    College. 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


He  served  in  the  Civil  War  and  after 
the    war    studied    law    with   his    father. 

■In  1S7,\  he  went  to  Washington  where 
he  practiced  law  in  the  office  of  Gen.  B.  F. 

Butler  for  a  year.  For  several  years  he 
worked  in  the  office  of  the  Controller  of 
the  Treasury.  In  1880  he  came  to  Con- 
cord to  practice  law,  also  taking  up  news- 
paper work,  being  correspondent  for  the 
Boston    Globe. 

In  January,  1888,  when  Col.  Charles  A. 
Sinclair  purchased  the  Portsmouth  Times 
and  the  weekly  States  and  Union,  Colonel 
Norn's  became  their  editor  and  in  1893 
he  purchased  the  two  papers.  He  retired 
from  this  work  in  the  summer  of  1918. 
During  that  long  period  Colonel  Norris 
never    took   a    vacation. 

He  was  a  member  of  Governor  John  B. 
Smith's  executive  council:  had  been  a 
delegate  to  the  constitutional  convention; 
was  for  several  years  a  normal  school 
trustee;  was  collector  of  customs  1892-8; 
and  was  a  delegate  at  large  to  the  Demo- 
cratic National  Conventions  of  1900  and 
190-1. 

In  1898  he  married  Miss  Lillian  G. 
Hurst  of  Eliot,  Me.,  who  survives,  be- 
sides two  brothers,  John  of  Revere,  and 
Thomas  G.  of  Concord,  and  three  sisters, 
Alice  of  Cambridge,  Mrs.  Fannie  D.  Cut- 
ting and  Mrs.  William  Kennedy  of  Con- 
cord. 


tives.     He    had    been    a    trustee    of    Colby 

Academy  for  30  years  and  was  a  deacon 
in  the  Baptist  church,  a  member  of  the 
Masons,  Odd  Fellows,  and  Patrons  of  Hus- 
bandry, bavin«  been  the  first  master  oi 
the  Grange  at  New  London  and  of  the 
Merrimack  Cqun.ty  Pomona.  He  also 
had  served  as-6verseer  of  tbe  State  Grange. 
He  is  survived  by  a  wife.  Mrs.  Lucia  Nel- 
son Shepard ;  five  children,  Charles  Shep- 
ard,  Mrs.  A.  J.  Gould  and  Mark  Shepard 
all  of  Xew  London.  Mrs.  W.  E.  Burpee  of 
Manchester,  and  Mrs.  C.  E.  Clough  of 
Lebanon ;  by  20  grandchildren  and  six 
great    gi  andchildren. 


JOHN    W.    JEWELL. 

John  Woodman  Jewell,  born  in  Straf- 
ford, July  26,  1831,  the  son  of  John  Milton 
and  Nancy  (Colby)  Jew-ell,  died  at  his 
home  in  Dover,  December  22.  He  was 
educated  at  the  Strafford  and  Gilman- 
ton  academies  and  for  30  years  was  the 
general  merchant  and  leading  business 
man  of  the  town,  holding  all  the  offices 
within  its  gift.  Since  3891  he  had  been 
engaged  in  the  insurance  business  at 
Dover,   and   at   the  time   of   his   death   was 


S.  HOWARD  BELL. 

S.  Howard  Bell,  born  in  Lawrence, 
Mass.,  May  17,  1858,  died  at  Derry  Decem- 
ber 20.  He  had  been  located  there  as  a 
druggist  since  1883  and  was  a  leading  and 
popular  citizen.  He  had  served  as  town 
clerk;  as  a  trustee  of  the  state  home 
for  feeble-minded,  and  as  treasurer  of  the 
state  pharmaceutical  association.  He  was 
an  officer  of  the  Episcopal  church;  past 
grand  chancellor  of  the  local  lodge  Knights 
oi  Pythias  :  and  a  member  of  the  U.  R.  K. 
P.,  and  I.  O.  O.  F.  Dr.  Bell  married  Miss 
Ellen  L  Burba nk.  who  survives  him,  with 
one  son,  John  H.,  of  Philadelphia,  and 
one   daughter,    Sarah. 


JAMES  E.  SHEPARD 

James  Eli  Shepard,  born  in  New  Lon- 
don, March  8,  18-12,  the  son  of  Samuel 
and  Phoebe  (Haskins)  Shepard,  died  there 
Deceml>er  1.  He  v. as  one  of  the  leading 
lumbermen  of  the  state  and  possessed  a 
very  wide  acquaintance.  A  Democrat  in 
politics,  he  had  been  a  delegate  from  his 
town  to  the  constitutional  convention  and 
from  his  state  to  the  national  covention  of 
his  party  at  Denver  in  1908.  He  also  has 
served   in    the   state   house   of   representa- 


Thf,  LATH  J.  W.  Jewell. 

the  (ddest  active  insurance  agent  in  th^ 
state.  A  Democrat  in  politics  he  had 
been  a  member  of  the  legislature  from 
both  Strafford  and  Dover,"  was  two  years 
sheriff  of  Strafford  county. arid. a  member 
of  Governor  Moody  Currier's  executive 
council.  He  is  survived  by  a  daughter, 
Mrs.  Herbert  Waldron  of  Dover,  and  a 
granddaughter,  Miss  Annie  Jewell  of  Man- 
chester. 


. 


: 


HAUL 

COJfCOS 


;    : 


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I  •  . ' 


' 


Mr-st 


Albert  O.  Brown, 
Govt? nor  or  New  Hampshire. 


<v? 


THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


Vol.  LIII. 


FEBRUARY.  1921 


Xo.  2 


THE  NEW  STATE  GOVERNMENT 


By  Henry  H.  Metcalf. 


A  new  state  government,  so  far 
as  the  executive  and  legislative  de- 
partments are  concerned,  came  into 
power  with  the  opening  of  the  new 
year,  or  to  be  precise,  on  the  first 
Wednesday  in  January,  the  same 
having  been  elected  by  the  people, 
November  2,  at  which  time  women 
first  voted  at  a  general  election  in 
this  and  a  majority  of  the  other 
states  of  the  Union,  the  total  vote, 
therefore,  far  exceeding  that  cast 
at    any   previous    election. 

Albert  O.  Brown,  Republican 
candidate  for  Governor,  receiv- 
ed 93,273  votes  to  62.174  for 
Charles  E.  Tilton.  the  Democratic 
nominee;  while  in  the  last  pre- 
vious presidential  year,  Henry  W. 
Keyes,  Republican,  had  45.S94  to 
3S.S53  for  John  C.  Ilutchins,  Demo- 
crat. The  increase  of  over  70.000 
in  the  total  vote,  over  that  of  1916. 
resulted  almost  entirely  from  the 
enfranchisement  of  the  women, 
about  two-thirds  of  those  voting  ap- 
parently having  voted  the  Repub- 
lican ticket,  due,  doubtless  to  the 
fact  that  the  Republicans  had  a 
more  effective  organization  and 
were  able  to  rail}'  their  women  vot- 
ers in  larger  measure. 

Governor  Brown. 

Hon.  Albert  Oscar  Brown,  who 
was  elected  Governor  of  Xew 
Hampshire-  in  November  last,  not 
only  by  the  largest  vote,  but  also 
by  the  largest  majority  ever  given 
any   candidate  for  the  office,   is  the 


seventh  resident  of  the  city  of 
Manchester  to  occupy  the  position 
since  1865.  Frederick  Smyth,  the 
first  incumbent  from  the  "Queen 
City"  held  the  office  from  June.  L865 
to  June,  1867.  James  A.  Weston 
was  the  incumbent  in  1871.  and 
again  in  1874.  being  succeeded  by 
Ezekiel  A.  Straw,  in  1S72,  who  serv- 
ed till  1874,  and  in  1875  by  Person 
C.  Cheney,  also  of  Manchester,  who 
occupied  the  chair  till  June  1877.  In 
1885  Mood}'  Currier  a^sumed  the 
office,  serving  till  1887,  and  in  1907 
and  1908  Charles  M.  Floyd  was  the 
incumbent. 

The  career  of  Governor  Brown 
has  been  sketched  at  length,  hereto- 
fore, in  the  pages  of  the  Granite 
Monthly;  but  a  brief  outline  of  the 
same,  at  least,  seems  to  be  required 
in  this  connection.  Born  in  the 
town  of  Xorthwood,  July  15,  1853, 
the  sim  of  Charles  O.  and  Sarah  E. 
i  Langmaid )  Brown,  he  received 
his  education  in  the  public  schools, 
at  Coe's  Academy  in  Northwood, 
from  which  he  graduated  in  1S74, 
and  Dartmouth  College,  class  of 
1878,  having  paid  his  way  largely  at 
academy  and  college  from  the  pro- 
ceeds  of  his   own  labor. 

After  his  college  graduation,  in 
which  he  took  high  rank  in  a  class, 
man}'  of  whose  members  have  at- 
tained distinction  in  their  several 
spheres  of  action,  Mr.  Brown  was 
engaged  in  teaching,  serving  as  an 
instructor  in  the  celebrated  Law- 
rence   Academv    at    Groton,    Mass.. 


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THE  GRANITE   MONTHLY 


after  which  he  entered  upon  the 
study  of  law,  which  profession  he 
had  chosen  as  his  life  work,  enter- 
ing the  office  of  the  late  Hun.  Henry 
E.  Burnham  of  Manchester,  and 
continuing  at  the  Boston  Universi- 
ty Lav,"  School,  from  which  he 
graduated  in  1884.  lie  'was  im- 
mediately admitted  to  the  bar  and 
commenced  practice  as  a  partner  of 
Judge  Burnham,  with  whom  he  was 
associated,  with  various  other  part- 
ners, until  the  Judge's  retirement 
to  enter  the  United  States  Senate, 
when  he  became  the  head  of  the 
firm,  which  included,  at  different 
times,  the  late  Edwin  F.  Jones. 
George  H.  Warren,  Allan  M.  Wil- 
son and  Robert  L.  Manning.  Here 
he  continued  until  1912.  after  he 
was  appointed  by  the  Supreme 
Court,  chairman  of  the  newly  creat- 
ed Tax  Commission,  established  bv 
the  Legislature  of   1911. 

During  this  long  period  of  pro- 
fessional service  Mr.  Brown  devot- 
ed himself  unremittingly  to  his 
work,  thoroughly  mastering  ail 
phases  of  the  law.  both  in  princi- 
ple and  application,  so  that  it  may 
safely  be  said  he  is  the  best  equip- 
ped lawyer  who  has  held  the  office 
of  Governor  of  New  Hampshire 
since  the  time  of  Nathaniel  B.  Ba- 
ker in  1S53-4.  Political  life,  and  the 
promotion  which  it  often  brings, 
held  no  charms  for  him,  though  he 
was  from  youth  a  firm  adherent  of 
the  Republican  party,  and  a  sup- 
porter of  its  principles  and  policies. 
Through  his  professional  relations 
with  great  corporations  and  bank- 
ing institutions  he  naturally  became 
interested  in  financial  matters,  and 
in  1894  became  a  trustee  of  the 
Amoskeag  Savings  Bank,  the  larg- 
est institution  of  the  kind  in  the 
state,  of  which  he  was  made  presi- 
dent in  1905,  and  treasurer  and  sec- 
retary in  1912.  lie  has  also  been 
for  some  years  a  director  of  the 
Amoskeag  National  Bank,  and  is 
connected    with    various    other    cor- 


porations and  business  associations. 
In  1911,  upon  the  creation  of  a 
state  board  of  tax  commissioners. 
Mr.  Brown  was  appointed  chair- 
man of  the  board,  and  continued  in 
the  position  until  his  resignation 
just  previous  to  his  inauguration  as 
Governor.  In  this  capacity,  as  a 
matter  of  duty  as  well  as  inclination, 
be  became  thoroughly  familiar 
with  the  question  of  taxation  in  all 
its  forms  and  phases,  and  especially 
in  its  relation  to  the  finances  of  the 
State,  so  that  he  is.  today,  without 
doubt,  more  admirably  equipped  as 
a  pilot  for  the  ''Ship  of  State"  in  the 
trying  voyage  of  the  next  two  years 
than  any  other  man. 

The  first  office  for  which  he 
sought  the  suffrages  of  the  people, 
was  that  of  delegate  from  his  ward 
in  Manchester  to  the  Constitutional 
Convention  of  1918-21,  to  which  the 
was  elected,  and  over  whose  delib- 
erations he  presided  with  ability  and 
impartiality,  through  the  unanimoiis 
choice  of  his  fellow  delegates.  His 
candidacy  for  the  guhernatorial 
nomination  of  his  party  in  the 
September  primary  was  announced 
early  last  year,  and  after  an  active 
canvass,  in  which  two  rival  aspi- 
rants. Hon.  Winsor  H.  Goodnow  of 
Keene  and  Hon.  Arthur  P.  Morrill 
of  Concord  participated,  he  was 
nominated,  receiving  24,588  votes, 
to  18,463  for  Goodnow  and  9,612  for 
Morrill,  and  at  the  election  in 
November  was  chosen  Governor  by 
the  vote  heretofore  mentioned. 

In  1911  Mr.  Brown  was  elected 
to  membership  upon  the  board  of 
trustees  of  Dartmouth  College 
through  the  action  of  a  large  ma- 
jority of  the  alumni  of  the  institu- 
tion, and  in  that  capacity  has  since 
rendered  loyal  and  efficient  service, 
the  same  being  so  highly  appreciat- 
ed that,  after  the  recent  death  of 
Hon.  Benjamin  A.  Kimball  he  was 
made  a  life  member  of  the  board. 
He  is  also  trustee  of  Coe's  Academy 
of  Northwood  and  president  of  the 


THE  NEW  STATE  GOVERNMENT 


49 


board;  a  member  of  the  N.  H.  Bar 
Association,  the  Franklin  St.  Con- 
gregational church  of  Manchester, 
the  Masonic  fraternity,  Patrons  of 
Husbandry,  Psi  Upsilon  fraternity. 
and  the  Derryneld  Club  of  Man- 
chester, On'December  20,  1888, 
he  was  united  in  marriage  with 
Miss  .Susie  J.  Clark  of  Aver.  Mass. 
Upon  his  inauguration  as  Gov- 
ernor, January  6,  he  delivered  an 
able  and  comprehensive  inaugural 
message^  including  many  wise 
recommendations,  to  which  it  is 
hoped  the  legislature  will  give  due 
heed,  and  concluding  with  the  fol- 
lowing words : 

"This  administration  will  not 
expect  to  achieve  the  impossible  or 
all  of  the  possible,  but  it  will  en- 
deavor, day  by  day.  to  do  the  day's 
work.  Thus  it  will  hope  to  execute 
with  reasonable  satisfaction  the 
great  trust  with  which  it  has  been 
invested  by  the  people  of  the  state." 


The  Executive  Council. 

Xew  Hampshire  is  one  of  three, 
states  in  the  union,  which  retains  or 
maintains,  an  Executive  Council, 
constituting  a  board  of  advisors  to 
the  Governor,  without  whose  ■  ap- 
proval he  can  make  no  official  ap- 
pointment, or  issue  any  pardons, 
but  whose  assent  is  not  essential  to 
his  approval  or  veto  of  legislative 
action.  This  council  is  a  relic  of 
colonial  times,  maintained  only  in 
Massachusetts,  and  in  Xew  Hamp- 
shire and  Maine  formerly  associat- 
ed with  it.  The  colonial  Gov- 
ernors, appointed  by  the  British 
crown,  were  provided  with  a  coun- 
cil, whose  members  were  also  nam- 
ed by  the  King,  serving  as  an  ad- 
visory and  restraining  power  in 
executive  action ;  and  these  States 
in  framing  their  respective  consti- 
tutions,   retained    the    council    as    a 


governmental  factor,  much  to  the 
dissatisfaction  of  not  a  few  men 
win.  have  since  served  as  Governor 
in  the  respective  states,  though  the 
majority  have  generally  worked 
harmoniously  with  their  constitu- 
tional associates. 

The  five  members  of  the  Execu- 
tive Council,  for  the  ensuing  two 
years,  are  all  members  of  the  ma- 
jority party,  having  been  elected  by 
large  pluralities  over  their  Demo- 
cratic opponents,  in  the  political 
landside  that  swept  the  country. 


Box.  George  W.  Barnes,  Coun- 
cilor for  District  Xo.  1,  is  a  native 
of  the  town  of  Lyme,  where  he  has 
always  had  his  home,  born  March 
18.  1866,  son  of  Hiram  and  Esther 
B.  (Gillett)  Barnes.  He  was  edu- 
cated in  the  public  schools  and  at 
Thetford  and  St.  Johnsbury,  Vt., 
academies,  graduating  from  the  lat- 
later  in  1891.  He  has  long  been  ex- 
tensively engaged  in  agriculture, 
and  specializes  in  the  raising  of 
tine  Hereford  cattle  and  sheep.  He 
has.  also,  large  holdings  of  real 
estate  at  White  River  Junction,  Yt. 
For  some  years  past,  as  trustee  of 
the  estate  of  his  brother,  the  late 
Herbert  H.  Barnes,  he  has 
maintained  an  office  in  Boston, 
where  he  has  spent  a  considerable 
portion  of  his  time;  but  has  never 
relaxed  his  interest  in  the  public 
affairs  of  his  native  town,  where  he 
has  served  many  years  as  a  member 
of  the  school  board,  trustee  of  trust 
funds  and  member  and  chairman  of 
the  board  of  selectmen.  During  the 
late  world  war  he  was  one  of  the 
leading  men  in  his  section  of  the 
state  in  work  for  the  support  of  the 
government,  being  a  member  of  the 
State  Public  Safety  Committee  and 
Xational  Defense  League.  He  was 
the  local  food  administrator,  district 


THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


chairman  of     War   Savings     Stamp 

work  and  war  historian'  for  his 
town.  He  represented  the  town  of 
Lyme  in  the  legislatures  of  1915  and 
1917,  serving  the  latter  year  as 
chairman  of  the  House  Coi  imittee 
on  Public  Improvements.  In  1919 
he  was  a  member  of  the-  State  Sen- 
ate for  the   Fifth  District,  where  he 


necticut  and  Passumpsic  Rivers  R. 
R.,  and  the  Connecticut  Valley 
Telephone  Company,  and  a  trustee 
of  Kimball  Union  Academv  and 
of  North  Thetford,  Yt.,  church 
funds.  He  is  a  Methodist,  a  mem- 
ber of  the  Masonic  fraternity.  Pa- 
trons of  Husbandry,  X.  H.  Histori- 
cal   Society,    and    the      Boston   City 


Hox.  George  W.   Barxes. 


was  also  chairman  of  the  Public 
Improvements  Committee,  and  a 
member  of  several  other  important 
committees.  As  a  member  of  the 
.present  Executive  Council  he  serves 
on  the  Finance  Committee  and  is 
also  assigned  to  service  on  the 
Board  of  Trustees  of  the  State 
Sanitarium. 

Councilor  Barnes  is  a  trustee  of 
the  Dartmouth  Savings  Bank  at 
Hanover,     a   director     of  the     Con- 


Club.  He  was  united  in  marriage 
December  25.  1877  to  Laura  A. 
Smith   of   Hanover. 


Hox.  Albert  Heslop,  Councilor 
for  District  No.  2,  was  born  in 
Brule.  Colchester  County,  Nova 
Scotia,  October  28,  1875,  the  son  of 
Aaron  and  Rhoda  (Lyons)  Hislop, 
and  was  educated  in  the  public 
schools   of    his    native    countv.     He 


THE  NEW  STATE  GOVERNMEN' 


51 


removed  to  Portsmouth  in  1892. 
where  he  engaged  in  agriculture,  in 

which  pursuit  he  was  reared.  He 
was  for  many  years  superintendent 
of  the  large  Alain  farm,  one  of  the 
Lest  known  in  RQckingham  Count}',. 
on  the  Lafayevte  Road  in  Ports- 
mouth, and  is  still  the  administrator 
of  that  properly,  although  exten- 
sively   engaged    in    other      lines    of 


famous  Rockingham  House  in 
Portsmouth,  and  is  a  large  stock- 
holder and  managing  director  in  the 
Times  Publishing  Company,  pub- 
lishing the  Portsmouth  Daily  Times 
and  the  States  and  Union.  An  en- 
terprise of  no  little  importance  and 
value  to  the  community,  in  which 
he  is  engaged,  in  the  manufacture 
of  auto  bodies,   carried     on     at  the 


Hox.   AlJSERT   Hl.SI.OP. 


business.  He  is  associated  with 
former  Gov.  John  H.  Bartlett,  YYm. 
F.  Carrigan,  and  Win.  P.  Gray  in 
the  proprietorship  of  an  extensive 
line  of  moving  picture  theatres 
(thirty-one  in  all)  in  Maine,  New 
Hampshire,  Vermont  and  Massa- 
chusetts, and  also  has  an  interest 
in  the  Gordon-Olympia  theatres  of 
Boston.  He  is  president  and  treas- 
urer of  the  Rockingham  Hotel  Com- 
pany,   owning   and      operating      the 


plant  formerly  occupied  as  the  El- 
dredge  brewery,  which  he  purchas- 
ed and  remodelled  for  the  purpose. 
He  is  here  employing  75  men  at  a 
weekly  pay  roll  of  some  $2,000. 
Notwithstanding  his  large  and 
varied  business  interests  he  has 
been  active  and  prominent  in  pub- 
lic affairs.  He  was  a  member  of  the 
Portsmouth  City  Council  and  board 
of  public  works  in  1911,  and  Mayor 
of    the    city    in    1919-20,    chosen    by 


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traction,  from  the  city  of  Manches- 
ter, to  he  chosen  to  this  branch  of 
the  government,  and  the  fact  that 
he  had  never  before  sought  or  been 
elected  to  public  office  of  anv  kind, 
and  that  he  was  chosen  bv'a  sub- 
stantial majority,  in  a  district  nor- 
mally Democratic,  and  represented 
by  a  Democrat  in  the  last  Council, 
indicates   not  only  a   large   measure 


Hox.  George  E.  Trudei 


His  council  assignments  are  to  the 

Finance  Committee  and  the  Board 
of  State  Prison  Trustees.  He  mar- 
ried. May  23,  1.906,  Christina  A 
Davidson  of  Portsmouth,  and  thev 
have  two  sons,  six  and  eight  years 
of  age. 


Hon.  George  E.  Twjdel,  Coun- 
cilor ror  District  Xo.  3,  js  the  sec- 
ond   man    of    French    Canadian    ex- 


of  personal  popularity,  but  also 
tull  confidence  m  his  general  busi- 
ness ability. 

Mr.  Trudei  was  born  in  St.  Gre- 
gpire,  Xicolet  County,  Province  of 
Quebec,  October  27,  1870.  son  of 
Hilaire  and   Elenore    (Prince)    Tru- 

t  uHe  removed  to  Manchester 
with  his  parents  in  early  child- 
hood, and  has  resided  there  ever 
since,  with  the  exception  of  a 
period  of  study  at   the  St.    Joseph's 


THE  NEW  STATE  GOVERNMENT 


53 


Academy  in  St.  Gregoire,  after 
leaving  the  grammar  school  in 
Manchester.  He  has  been  engaged 
in  the  plumbing  business  in  Man- 
chester from  youth,  and  now  con- 
ducts a  large  wholesale  business, 
at  the  South  End  in  that  city,  deal- 
ing in  all  kinds  of  plumbers'  sup- 
plies, having  previously  been  for 
sonic  years  a  travelling  salesman  in 
that  line,  thereby  gaining  a  wide  ac- 


11c  is  a  member  of  the  Finance 
Committee  of  the  Council  and 
serves  on  the  board  of  Industrial 
School  Trustees.  February  22, 
1892,  he  married  Theodora  Coutu 
of  Manchester. 


Hon.  George  L.  Sadler,  Coun- 
cilor from  District  No.  4,  is  a  native 
of    the    State    of    Connecticut,   from 


Hox.  George  L.   Sadler. 


quaintance  throughout  New  Eng- 
land. He  is  a  Roman  Catholic  in 
religion,  and  an  attendant  at  St. 
George's  Church,  Manchester;  a 
member  of  the  Knights  of  Colum- 
bus, the  Elks,  United  Commercial 
1  ravelers,  White  Mountain  Travel- 
ers Association  (past  president),  X. 
E.  Order  of  Protection,  Eastern 
Supply  Association,  Deny  field. 
Joliett  and  Rotary  Clubs,  and  the 
Manchester  Chamber  of  Commerce. 


which  state  few  men  have  come 
into  Xew  Hampshire  .  public  life. 
He  was  born  at  Windsor  Locks, 
December  15,  1867,  son  of  Thomas 
and  Elizabeth  (Lickiss)  Sadler,  and 
was  educated  in  the  schools  of  his 
native  town.  He  removed  to 
Nashua  in  1889,  where  he  has  since 
been  engaged  in  connection  with 
the  electrical  light  and  power  works, 
having  been  for  some  years  past 
superintendent   of    the    Nashua    Di- 


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vision-  of  ifehje  ',  Manchester   Traction 

.Lii.HU.,  and     Pow.c.i-     G0illf>an}T,:  CGIV 

'trolling.  .  the  electrical;  supply  of 
.both.  Manchester  and  Nashua."  He 
.lias . been,  an  active  factor  in  the 
business,  financial,  social:  arid,  re- 
ligious life  of  his  adopted  city,  as 
well  as  in  military  service.  He  is 
a;: director  ,o£  the  Second  .National 
Bank-  of.  .Nashua,  .a  .Mason  of  the 
32nd  cKgrfe1,;a,inernbcr.uf  Bektash 
Temple.    X.    M.    S. ;   an    Elk,    and    a 


Sadler  was  a.  member  o£  the.- Rouse 
of  Representatives, .  -from .  Ward  2. 
X.ashua.  serving,  oh  .the  .Committees 
on.  .Labor,  and  Towns  in.  -the  former 
year,  and  Roads.  Bridges. and :CanaU 
in  .the,  latter.  lie  represented:  .the 
12th  Senatorial.  District  in.  the,  la.sf 
Legislature,  serving"  .as  ;;  chairman, 
of  the  Committee .,  on  -.Towns  and 
.Parishes,  and  as,  a  member, -of- the 
Judiciary,  Labor.  Military  .Affairs, 
and    Railroads    Committees. 


Ho.w  Fred  S.  Roberts. 


Ivnight'  p'f'Pytfiias/a' member  of  the 
Nashua  '""Country*-'  Club, '  of  the 
X'.  H.'  Good'  Roads'  Association,  and 
'various  electrical"  societies.  In  re- 
ligion he" belongs  to  the  Protestant 
Episcopal'  Church'  and  is  a  director 
of.  theXashua  Y.  Mi  C*  A.  '  .  He 
served  "for  'some'  time  in:  the  New 
Hampshne'  "National  Guard  and 
Subsequently  in  the  State  Guard.  '  ' 
"/In    1909  and    again    in'    1911    Mr. 


•  'His  council  assignments'.' are"'to 
the 'State'  House"  Committee  'and 
the  Board  of  Trustees  of  the 'School 
for  -Feeble  Minded.  "November  17] 
11598,  he  was  united'  in 'marriage  witli 
Miss 'Nellie  F.  MongOya'n.  '".'They 
have'dne  son,  Paul,  now  a' student 
at  Phillip  Exeter  'A  cade  hi  v.'  ". '  '' 


J  Hon.   Frkd   'S.'RoyE^Ts,    'Coui:.- 
ciior' from 'District  No!  3,"  is  a' Bay 


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State  man  by  l">i-"-."::]  .-  :.'•.■. .  •  P  thAie^,, 
men  contributed  to  Xcv:  Hampshire 
business  and  official  life, ...  .from ,. 
Massachusetts  compared  with  the 
vast  •  hfumber  of  N«w/>  .Hampshire 
h&ttvei?.cfm?picvxoUS':in  that  state  in 
business,,  professiotiaj  ;  and  /.official 
lines!  'He  was  born  .  in  Brighton, 
.Mass...  son  .oL.Oren  ..N^.  and  Julia 
A...  (Smith)  Roberts.  •.  .;.;;.:,  .:•  ";,::,. 
•  uWliesfa  boy,  his  parent*,  iiiovul  to 
Meredith,  his  father's -native  town, 
where  he  attended  :the  ■•;  public 
school .  r.  Later .  .he  went  10  Boston 
to  learn  the- retail  meat ;  business  in 
the  ■  old  Royston  .Market.  .  at;  ;the 
corner 'Ot  Boylstort  and  Washington 
-Street?,  and  attended.. i  the.  Boston 
cvening-schools..':  .Two  years  .later 
.he- 'entered  the  employment  of-  his 
uiicle.  S;  S.  Wiggin.  in.  ;one  .of  ..the 
leading  I  grocery  nts  tores  of.  Laconia. 
Be;  is  now  •  oriehof  Laconia.'s  >suc- 
:eessfui-  business  'men,  .being  .engag- 
ed :.  m-  /the1  provision  J  •  business. 
He:  has-  been,  active  in  Republican 
party  affairs,  served  as.!  a: member  of 
the  : Laconia  City  ; Council  from 
1903  to  1906- and  represented  his 
Ward  in  the  :  H  mse- ot' .Representa- 


.  i'ye^  $n  1905.! -Serving  as  a  member 
of  the  Committee  (mi  County  Affairs 
.and.-.  Fisheries  and  Came.  He  rep- 
resented the  Sixth  District  in  the 
S t a t e  S e n a t e  in  1 9 1 7 ,, , w h en  he  was 
chairman  of  the  important  commit- 
tee on,  Finance  and  also  held  .mem- 
bership ;in  :  the  ..Committees  ;  on 
p>ank,srl  /Ldncation  and,  Towns  and 
.Parishes.  ,,rdn.  the, .last;;  Republican 
pnrnary;  he  was  a  candidate  ior  the 
iconnp.ilpr,  j  nomination : , . in. : ,  District 
.X'o.  ;i.  wj.ththvee  competitors,  win- 
ning :by;  a  .handsome., plurality.  In 
the.  present  .council  he  is  assigned,  to 
th.e'/lonimittee  on  .State  House  and 
the  Board  ob  Trustees,  of  the  State 
.1  {ospitah,..;  |  His. religious  .  affiliation 
i?:  with.tjie  Congregationalists.  and 
in;  fraternal,  life  he  is  a  32nd  degree 
,A.!;a.son,  a.,  member  of,  the,  ,  Eastern 
Star  and  Re.kt.ash  Temple,  N.  M.  S;, 
of.  ;thfc-,Liks  and  Knights  of  Pythias. 
He  is  vice-president  of  the.  People's 
;Xatiopal,:Rank  Qf  Laconia,  and  a 
member,  of.  the  Chamber  of  Com- 
merce,. ,  /  ,Hc  :  married  Nellie,,  M.. 
daughter  jpC Calvin.  B. , and  Amy  G. 
.Powers; , '  of.  ,  .Porcliestey..  , ,  X . ;  PL, 
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'"The   wanton   wind   went  frolicking  one   night,  - 

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•     fie  buffeted  the  withered  yellow ! sheaves   :.:...: 

l-Oi  corn,  t'nat  bowed  and. yielded, to  .his  might.-. 

'■'•He  roamed  the  gardens;  dying  stilland  .white-: 

•:   Beneath  the  weight  of  autumn  ;  as-one-  grieves-. 

'•"To  find  his  treasure  stol'n:  by;  elfin  thieves.,?  i.hvi 

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•  Tn   sad   remonstrance   at- his  ddk   play;     ■■      h\\ 

•"Till'W'ith'a  diappy  shout-  he  took  .his-  rjvayhi,.!    ,. 

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FORTY  YEARS  A  SHAKER 


By  Nit 


How  well  do  I  recall  my  surprise 
and  sorrow  when  John  told  me,  one 
Sunday,  of  his  decision  to  leave  the 
Society.  His  mother  and  sister  had 
lived  there  for  a  short  time  but  were 
now  living  in  Concord.  In  vain  did 
I  endeavor  to  dissuade  him.  It  was 
the  first  intimation  1  ever  had,  not- 
withstanding our  intimacy,  that  he 
was  less  contented  than  I.  With 
me  he  said  it  was  dirferent.  I  was 
established,  meaning  that  1  was 
booked  a  Shakei  for  life.  How  little 
he  knew  of  my  real  sentiments!  He 
had  no  conviction,  he  said,  no  firm 
belief  in  the  Shaker  religion.  My 
mother  was  here,  his  was  not,  but 
quite  near,  and  lie  wanted  to  see  her 
and  his  sister.  Besides  he  longed 
for  a  greater  independence,  to  have 
a  home  of  his  own.  He  revolted  at 
the  idea  of  being  cooped  up  here  all 
his  life,  made  subject  to  the  dictation 
of  others  no  wiser  than  himself,  in 
matters  of  slight  importance,  "giving 
up  his  own  way  to  come  or  be  sent," 
which  is  the,  exact  phrasing  of  the 
promise  of  a  truly  consecrated  Shak- 
er. 

The  very  next  day  John  made 
known  to  the  elders  his  decision,  and 
was  immediately  hustled  to  the  of- 
fice, there  to  be  held  inconimanicado 
until  a  convenient  opportunity  pre- 
sented to  send  him  away.  I  was 
given  no  invitation  to  bid  "him  good 
by.  Possibly  permission  would  have 
been  given  me  had  I  requested  it, 
very  probably  it  would  have  been 
refused  if  he  had  requested  it.  The 
act  of  going  to  the  world  was  akin  to 
leprosy.  It  was  apostacy  and  dan- 
gerously infectious.  The  narrow- 
ness of  my  education  was  powerless 
to  cause  me  to  forget  or  cease  to  love 
those  whom  I  once  loved,  whether 
in  or  out  of  the  village,  and  I  never 


s  A.  Briggs. 

ceased  to  love  my  friend.  He  died 
several  years  ago  leaving  three  child- 
ren, lovely  girls,  all  now  of  middle 
age,  two  of  them  having  children. 
They  all  write  to  me  and  visit  me. 
and  daughters  of  my  'own  could 
scarcely  be  nearer  and  dearer  to  me 
than  these  daughters  of  my  boy- 
hood  friend. 

I  was  making  friends  amongst  the 
people,  and  I  loved  many  of  them 
much  as  I  would  my  own  parents. 
Dear  old  Elder  Robert  Fowle,  can  I 
ever  forget  him  !  Days  and  days  I 
helped  him  at  the  mill  turning  broom 
handles;  at  the  wood  shed  piling 
wood  ;  at  the  strawberry  bed  in  the 
orchard  where  in  one  season  he  rais- 
ed forty  bushels  of  luscious  berries. 
He  must  have  liked  me.  to  have  had 
me  so  much  with  him.  Once  he  gave 
me  a  lesson  on  selfishness  so  tactful- 
ly and  gently  that  it  stuck.  We 
boys  were  in  the  habit  of  going  to 
the  East  Farm  Orchard  to  get  some 
fine  early  apples  that  grew  there. 
V\  e  got  windfalls  only,  as  we  were 
forbidden  to  pick  or  shake  them  from 
the  trees.  Just  think  of  going  a  mile 
after  an  apple  or  two.  But  that  was 
a  trifle  to  us.  On  my  return  from 
one  of  these  trips  one  day,  the  old 
man  gently  asked  me  if  I  thought  it 
was  fair  for  us  boys  to  appropriate 
ail  the  early  fruit  just  because  we 
were  young  and  active,  and  compel 
our  older  friends  to  go  without,  be- 
cause they  were  unable  and  had  not 
time  to  get  them.  In  my  thought- 
lessness I.  had  never  viewed  it  this 
way.  I  accepted  the  reproof,  and 
loved  the  dear  old  man  better  than 
ever. 

Then  there  was  Sally  Ceeley,  one 
of  the  nurses,  to  whom  I  was  always 
sent  when  suffering  some  indisposi- 
tion. She  quite  adopted  me  as  her 
son,  and  told  me  she  "loved  me  par- 
ticularly."       Once    she    gave    me    a 


PORTY   YE 


IS  A  SHAKER 


great  nig  bug-,  which  would  no  doubt 
have  elicited  a  reproof  from  the  El- 
dress  if  known.  Very  likely  she  con- 
fessed it  and  received  her  reproof, 
as  I  never  received  a  second  hug. 

The  Eldress  was  from  the  very 
first  my  sp<  cial  friend.  I  think  she 
realized  my  delicacy,  and  to  a  cer- 
tain extent  ray  deprivation  of  con- 
genial associations,  and  she  endea- 
vored to  supply  this  deficiency  as 
much  as  she  could  without  attracting' 
too  much  attention,  and  to  avoid  ap- 
parent favoritism-,  1  was  given  little 
duties  that  brought  me  more  inti- 
mately in  contact  with  the  sister- 
hood. 1  kept  the  Elder's  wood-box 
at  the  House  supplied,  -which  gave 
her  the  opportunity  of  seeing  and 
speaking  to  me  daily.  1  received 
the  amusing  appointment  of  rat 
and  mouse  hunter  for  the  sisters, 
who  were  authorized  to  call  me  at 
any  time  from  any  part  of  the 
Family,  and  thus  I  was  with  the 
sisters  more  than  any  other  boy. 

All  this  of  course  very  naturally 
softened  the  asperities  of  life  and 
aided  in  my  contentment,  in  conse- 
quence of  this  more  frequent  ming- 
ling with  the  sisters  1  met  with 
Helen,  who  assisted  them  in  various 
duties,  particularly  at  the  kitchen, 
which  was  especially  favored,  or 
rather  afflicted,  by  the  rodents.  We 
began  to  be  a  little  more  social,  al- 
though our  opportunities  were  of  a 
very  brief  character,  but  even  the 
knowledge  that  my  presence  was 
agreeable  to  her  was  very  pleasant 
to  me. 

Returning  to  the  religious  observ- 
ances, every  evening  of  the  week 
had  its  special  meeting  at  eight 
o'clock.  That  of  Monday  was  a  reg- 
ular Family  meeting,  but  very  short, 
yet  we  must  be  in  our  rooms  and  re- 
tire the  half  hour,  and  then  some- 
times the  meeting  would  be  called 
off.  Wednesday  evening  service 
was  a  little  longer,  and  Thursday 
evening  still  more  complete.  Tues- 
day and  Friday  evenings  were  Union 


meetings  as  was  also  that  of  Sunday. 

Sunday  morning  was  the  most 
varied  programme  of  the  week. 
On  the  last  Sunday  of  each  month 
the  brethren  and  sisters  met  in 
separate  rooms  to  learn  new  songs 
for  use  in  the  worship.  All  were 
Shaker  songs,  some  of  home  pro- 
duction and  others  received  from 
other  societies  with  whom  there 
was  frequent  communication.  On 
the  ensuing  Sunday  all  the  singers 
met  in  the  meeting  room  to  sing 
and  teach  them  to  each  other.  As 
few  of  them  could  read  music  it  was 
tedious,  the  repeating  the  songs  so 
many  times  for  them  to  learn.  The 
Shaker  music  was  all  written  with 
letters  b,  c,  d,  e,  f,  g.  Flats  and 
sharps   were  abrogated. 

This  was  in  accordance  with  a 
studied  endeavor  from  the  founda- 
tions of  the  society  to  as  far  as 
possible  dispense  with  the  produc- 
tions of  the  world  outside,  and  they 
succeeded  in  doing  this  to  rather 
a  wonderful  extent.  Their  in- 
ventive genius  was  developed,  and 
they  claim  the  invention  of  the 
corn    broom    and    the    circular    saw. 

Occasionally  on  this  Sunday 
morning  the  entire  Family  met  in 
the  meeting  room  to  drill  in  the 
various  exercises,  of  the  worship, 
especially  the  square  order,  so  dif- 
ficult to  perform  gracefully.  At 
other  times  we  would  convene  to 
listen  to  the  reading  of  the  Church 
Covenant,  that  every  one  of  twenty- 
one  must  sign,  and  again  the  Or- 
der Book,  a  compilation  of  Society 
by-laws,  of  which  there  were  per- 
haps one  or  two  hundred.  The 
following  will  give  an  idea  of  their 
character. 

Brethren  and  sisters  must  not 
shake  hands  together;  must  not 
touch  each  other  unnecessarily, 
must  not  pass  each  other  on  the 
stairs,  nor  be  alone  in  a  room  to- 
gether except  for  a  short  and  neces- 
sary errand ;  nor  in  a  room  with 
the  door  closed  ;  nor  ride  out  alone 


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together.  If  a  member  shakes 
hands    with    one    of    the    ether    sex 

outside,  it  must  be  reported  to  the 
Elder   at   first    opportunity. 

We  must  not  redrill  a  hole  in 
a   rock  that   has   been   charged;  nor 

graft  the  pear  upon  any  stock  ex- 
cept the  quince;  nor  carry  open 
lighted  lamps  in  barns  or  any  out  of 
the  way  places.  We  may  not  step 
on  the  threshold  of  doors;  nor 
touch  the  woodwork  of  doors  when 
opening  and  shutting  them  ;  nor  put 
our  feet  on  their  chair  rounds;  nor 
lean  back  in  the  chair  against  the 
wall;  nor  talk  after  kneeling  at 
night  before  going  to  bed. 

Brethren  must  rise  in  the  morn- 
ing at  the  ringing  of  the  bell,  and 
vacate'  their  rooms  within  twenty 
minutes  thereafter,  so  the  sisters 
can  make  the  beds.  Every  Friday 
the  beds  remain  unmade  all  day 
with  windows  open  for  a  thorough 
airing  of  room  and  bedding. 

\  arying  the  form  of  meetings, 
sometimes  the  entire  Family  would 
be  seated  upon  the  wooden  benches 
affixed  to  the  wall  of  the  room,  and 
beginning  with  the  Elders  each  one 
would  from  memory  repeat  an  or- 
der or  injunction,  of  which  there 
were  plenty  to  go  around  and  many 
to  spare.  Seemingly  every  mo- 
ment throughout  the  day,  week  and 
year    was   covered    by    some    rule. 

It  was  good  discipline,  and  how- 
ever irksome  it  seemed  it  did  us 
no  harm;  on  the  contrary  it  served 
to  establish  a  habit  of  carefulness 
and  precision  liable  to  extend 
through  life;  and  many  who  in  dis- 
content left  the  society  in  younger 
days  have  testified  to'  the  helpful- 
ness of  this  training  to  gain  success 
in   business   in   after  life. 

In  the  earlier  days  of  the  society 
the  sexes  were  about  equal  in  num- 
ber. There  were  sufficient  men  to 
care  for  every  branch  of  industry, 
and  the  idea  of  having  a  hired  mom 
would  have  been  most  revolting. 
Not    onlv    was    almost    every      con- 


ceivable article  used  in  the  society 
made  therein  by  these  men,  but 
they  were  fully  in  the  van  of 
catering  to  the'  trade.  They  sup- 
plied the  markets  with  flannel, 
hosiery,  pails,  tubs,  rakes,  brooms. 
mortars,  candlesticks,  herbs,  gar- 
den seeds-  trusses,  several  medi- 
cinal preparations,  power  washing 
machines,  deer  skin  gloves,  check- 
erberry  oil  and  apple  sauce.  They 
manufactured  and  sold  lumber  and 
converted  the  neighbors'  grain  into 
flour  and  meal.  They  made  their 
own  leather  and  from  it  all  their 
foot  gear,  and  at  their  own  rude 
foundry  cast  their  stoves  and  all 
metal    articles   needed. 

Every  man  learned  a  trade  of 
some  kind  and  followed  it  unto  the 
end.  whether  farmer,  gardener, 
blacksmith,  stone  cutter,  carpenter, 
clothier  or  tailor,  and  all  were  ef- 
ficient. It  was  verily  a  world  with- 
in  itself. 

They  formed  eight  mill  ponds 
and  reservoirs  on  a  little  run  that 
was  dry  in  summer  or  nearly  so, 
and  at  these  ponds  built  eight  mills 
for  various  purposes.  Running 
water  was  supplied  to  the  Family 
through  wooden  pipes  or  logs  from 
springs  higher  up  the  hill.  They 
were  as  industrious  as  bees.  It  was 
a  part  of  their  religion  to  fill  every 
moment   to   the  utmost  limit. 

I  well  remember  old  Calvin  Good- 
ell.  He  was  the  clothier.  His  mill 
was  under  the  hill,  perhaps  sixty  or 
eighty  rods  from  the  dwelling 
house.  He  would  leave  his  mid 
at  the  stroke  of  the  ten  minute  bell 
with  a  little  basket  on  his  arm  con- 
taining needles  with  broken  eyes. 
He  would  halt  a  moment,  adjust  his 
pliers  to  the  needle  making  the  end 
of  it  a  ring,  making  a  pin  of  it, 
meantime  walking  a  few  steps  on- 
ward, then  stop  to  affix  pliers  to 
another  needle  and  so  on  to  the  end 
of  the  route  and  in  the  waiting 
room  until  called  to  the  dining 
hall.     He    was    the    most    complete 


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59 


exemplification  of  industry  I  ever 
knew.  Of  course  all  were  not  quite 
like  Calvin,  but  industry  was  a  com- 
pelling virtue,  and  hands  to  work 
and    hearts    to    God,    their    motto. 

But  what;  a  change  came  over 
the  spirit  of  their  dreams.  With 
the  inevitable  passing  of  the  older 
men  and  the  secession  of  more  and 
more  of  both  young  and  middle 
aged  one.-.,  the  numbers  began  to 
decrease,  making  necessary  new- 
workmen  for  these  places,  and  this, 
together  with  increasing  difficulty 
in  finding  suitable  material  for  of- 
ficial positions,  demanded  frequent 
changes  of  employment,  as  is 
pretty  well  illustrated  in  my  own 
case. 

From  the  age  of  nineteen  to 
hfty-three  1  served  three  years  as 
school  teacher,  three  years  as  as- 
sistant Elder,  eleven  years  as  First 
Elder  and  eleven  years  as  Trustee 
in  official  life.  In  the  industrial 
department  I  was  first  a  broom 
maker,  then  apprenticed  at  the  busi- 
ness of  clothier  and  dyer  and  the 
cutting  of  men's  clothes.  When 
teaching  school  in  the  winter  I  con- 
ducted the  vegetable  and  fruit  gar- 
dens in  summer,  the  maple  sugar 
business  in  the  spring,  and  made 
the  Corbett's  Shaker  Syrup  of 
Sarsaparilla,  from  600  to  12C0  gal- 
lons of  it,  in  spring  and  fall. 

My  school  life  closed  when  I 
was  fifteen.  I  was  greatly  disap- 
pointed at  not  being  permitted  one 
more  term  as  the  buys  usually  were, 
but  they  seemed  to  think  my  educa- 
tion was  sufficient  for  a  Shaker. 
As  a  little  condescension  I  was  al- 
lowed to  study  morning  and  even- 
ing through  the  winter,  instead  of 
making  leather  mittens  as  other- 
wise 1  should  have  done.  Even  at 
this  late  date  in  the  Society's  his- 
tory erudition  was  not  strongly 
favored.  Not  many  years  back 
"God  hates  grammar"  was  a  com- 
mon expression,  and  their  reading 
was   pretty    much    limited      to      the 


Bible  and  Almanacs  and  the  So- 
ciety publications,  which  were  quite 
voluminous.  The  only  newspaper 
taken  to  serve  this  bod}'  of  160 
people  was  the  Boston  Weekly 
Journal,  and  very  few  enjoyed  the 
separate  personal  reading  of  this. 
If  1  recall  it  correctly,  this  arrived 
Friday  noon.  Until  supper  time  it 
was  retained  by  the  Elders,  and 
then  given  to  a  brother  who  read 
it  to  the  brethren  in  the  evening  as- 
sembled in  one  of  the  shops.  Next 
morning  it  was  given  to  the  Eldress 
who  read  it  in  the  afternoon  to  the  , 
sisters  convened  in   the  dining  hall. 

About  this  time  Elder  Henry  C. 
Bhnn  and  Eldress  Dorothy  A.  bur- 
gin  became  the  Elders  of  the  Fami- 
ly. Both  of  them  had  been  teach- 
ers of  the  school,  were  highly  in- 
telligent and  progressive  in  their 
ideas,  and  they  stimulated  reading 
and  study,  and  we  now  began  to 
have  The  Scientific  American. 
Phrenological  Journal  and  Life  Il- 
lustrated. A  small  library  had 
been  formed  a  little  while  before, 
of  all  books  belonging  to  the  mem- 
bers, and  this  library  was  enlarg- 
ed gradually  until  we  had,  as  near- 
ly as  J  can  remember,  about  3000 
volumes.  There  was  little  or  no 
fiction.  I  do  not  recall  a  single 
book  of  this  kind ;  it  was  and  al- 
ways had  been  banished  absolutely 
from  the  Society.  Yet  naughtily 
we  boys  and  young  men  now  and 
then  allowed  ourselves  to  read  the 
stories  in  the  magazines  to  which 
we   occasionally  had   access. 

Elder  Henry  came  to  the  Society 
from  Providence  at  the  age  of 
sixteen.  He  was  then  serving  an 
apprenticeship  as  a  printer,  and  this 
partially  acquired  trade  was.  almost 
at  once  put  to  good  use  in  the 
printing  of  herb  labels  and  garden 
seed  literature,  and  he  also  printed 
and  bound  The  Sacred  Roll,  a 
Shaker  publication  edited,  or  in- 
spired  at  Mt.   Lebanon. 

Elder    Henry   was   of   a   fine   per- 


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sonal  presence,  dignified  and  court- 
eous in  manner  and  indeed  a  model 
gentleman.  He  was  quite  a  me- 
chanic, and  a  finished  workman  in 
whatever  he  engaged.  He  was  a 
beautiful  penman  and  general  good 
teacher,  and  would  have  attained 
high  proficiency  in  a  theological 
school,  as  that  seemed  to  be  his 
literary  preference.  He  did  hold 
Bible  School  at  the  Village,  and 
he  delved  in  Mosheim  and  other 
ecclesiastical  scholars.  A  familiar- 
ity with  the  classics  and  best  fiction 
would  have  rounded  out  his  char- 
acter and  made  him  more  able  as 
a   leader. 

He  was  possessed  of  a  fine  voice, 
but  as  a  public  speaker  was  neither 
forcible  nor  convincing.  He  was 
kind  and  fatherly  to  children,  but 
failed  to  bind  them  to  him  with  a 
warmth  of  affection  extending  to 
later  years.  He  was  not  a  good 
judge  of  human  nature,  hence  a 
brilliant  and  flash}-  character  ap- 
pealed to  him  more  strongly  than 
one  of  less  shining  talent  even  if 
of  infinitely  greater  sterling  worth. 

Me  was  endowed  with  consider- 
able constructive  ability,  but  this 
was  offset  by  unusual  timidity.  He 
seldom  projected  an  enterprise, 
nor  did  he  extend  sympathy  and 
the  assistance  that  his  position  en- 
abled him  to  do  to  his  brethren  who 
endeavored  by  enterprise  to  ad- 
vance the  interest  of  the  people. 
He  shrank  from  the  responsibility 
of  making  a  decision  in  a  business 
matter,  and  was  sensitive  to  the 
last  degree  to  any  possible  criticism 
that  might  attach  to  him  for  any 
mistake    in    such    decision. 

In  emergences  he  was  dazed  and 
quite  helpless.  He  had  little  per- 
sonal magnetism  to  bind  the  people 
to  himself,  .and  without  Dorbthy 
Durgin  the  society  at  Canterbury 
would  not  have  been,  as  it  was,  the 
foremost  one  in  the  land. 

But  Elder  Henry,  if  not  a  strong 
man,  was  possessed  of  lovely  traits 


of  character.  He  was  a  charming 
companion  as  I  well  know  from  an 
intimate  association  with  him  in  the 
Eldership.  He  was  very  liberal  in 
his  views,  so  much  so  indeed  that 
had  all  in  the  societies  been  like 
minded  there  would  long  ago  have 
been  no  Shakers  at  all,  for  he  con- 
tended, and  at  times  so  affirmed  to 
his  fellow  officers,  that  the  Com- 
munity of  Interest  was  a  mistake; 
but  he  never  attempted  to  explain 
how  otherwise  the  sect  could  be 
maintained. 

He  was  one  of  the  cleanest,  ptpr- 
est  minded  men  it  has  ever  been 
my  good  fortune  to  know,  and  al- 
though we  differed  radically  in 
some  things  importantly  affecting 
the  Society,  yet  1  remember  him 
with  the  greatest  respect  and  love. 
It  is  well  that  the  lapse  of  time  en- 
ables us  to  forget  differences  to 
which  human  nature  is  liable,  and 
to  dwell  only  upon  the  good  and 
loveable. 

I  am  regretfully  compelled  to  be- 
lieve from  reliable  information,  that 
his  last  days  were  not  happy  ones, 
and  that  he  died  a  disappointed 
man.  All  his  effort  as  an  editor  of 
the  Shaker  periodical  and  all  his 
public  speaking  had  not  gained  one 
convert  to  the  faith,  and  doubtless 
it  seemed  to  him  as  love's  labor 
lost.  He  lived  to  see  the  Society 
reduced  to  a  mere  fragment  of  what 
it  once  was,  and  could  but  realize 
the  inevitable  result  of  a  few  more 
years. 

Eldress  Dorothy  was  the  count- 
erpart of  Elder  Henry,  and  in  her 
liability  in  the  intensity  of  her 
nature  to  go  to  extremes,  he  acted 
as  a  healthy  check,  resulting  in  a 
safer  action.  She  was  the  back- 
bone of  the  Family,  the  success  and 
continuance  of  which  was  due  to 
her  more  than  to  any  other  mem- 
ber, if  not  indeed  to  all  the  others 
combined.  She  was  of  tireless 
energy  and  superb  executive  capa- 
citv.     Of    boundless    ambition,    she 


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•used  it  exclusively  for  her  people. 
The  strength  of  her  religious  faith 
seemed  at  times  to  verge  upon  the 
fanatical.  Being  a  little  Jesuitical 
she  inclined  to  he  a  little  unscrupu- 
lous in  her  methods,  hut  she  was 
sincere,  self  sacrificing  and  unre- 
mitting in  devotion  to  the  cause 
to    which    she    had    given    her    life. 

Very  different  from  Elder  Henry, 
she  imposed  no  restriction  upon 
herself  in  reading.  She  managed 
to  get  most  of  the  leading  novels  of 
the  times.  She  had  quite  a  library 
of  fiction,  and  sometimes  loaned  the 
books  to  those  with  whom  in  her 
opinion  it  was  safe.  While  she 
would  not  admit  the  fact  even  to 
her  compeers,  1  know  that  her 
ideas  in  regard  to  Shakerism  under- 
went a  radical  change  many  years 
before  she.  died,  and  her  belief  in 
the  perpetuity  of  the  society  was  a 
thing  of  the  past.  She  had  gradu- 
ated to  quite  an  extent  from  the 
narrow-mindedness  in  regard  to  se- 
ceding members  that  obtained  in 
earlier  times,  but  she  was  not  con- 
sistent in  that  while  she  corres- 
ponded freely  with  some  who  had 
left  the  Society,  she  discouraged 
and  prevented  others  from  doing 
so. 

Under  her  supervision  the  most 
complete  system  prevailed  in  every 
department  of  the  sisterhood. 
Xothing  escaped  her  eye.  Through 
her  lieutenants  she  was  almost  om- 
nipresent. Every  one  had  her  as- 
signed duties  and  the  Eldress  knew 
unfailingly  whether  or  no  they  were 
performed.  She  was  often  in  the 
kitchen  to  see  thai:  every  dish  was 
well  cooked,  and  in  the  dining  room 
examining  it  as  it  came  upon  the 
table  ;  and  many  a  time  she  would 
herself  wait  upon  the  table  to  make 
sure  we  received  all  needful  atten- 
tion. Every  girl  was  scrutinized 
as  to  her  clothing  and  manners  to 
the  confusion  of  the  careless  of- 
fender. 

In  a  few  months'  visit  at  the  So- 


ciety of  South  Union,     Ky.,     I  had 

opportunity  to  observe  the  contrast 
m  the  management  of  an  Institu- 
tion.' In  one  of  the  Families  there, 
trie  kitchen  and  its  appurtenances, 
its  dour  and  meal  bins  were  less 
neat  and  tidy  than  the  feed  room  of 
our  hen  house  at  home,  demonstra- 
ting the  fact  that  the  virtues  and 
defects  were  attributable  rather  to 
the  directors  and  personnel  in  each 
case,  than   to   the    Institution   itself. 

Canterbury  was  fortunate  in  hav- 
ing able  leaders  from  the  very 
first  of  its  existence,  and  fortunate 
in  having  so  able  a  woman  until 
near  its  ending.  Dorothy  possess- 
ed great  ideality,  which  the  pe- 
culiar ideas  and  the  exalted  spiritual 
belief  of  the  Shakers  gave  full 
scope  ;  and  being  placed  there  when 
a  young  child,  and  coming  to 
womanhood  in  the  greatest  spirit- 
ualistic history  of  the  Society,  she 
became  one  of  their  most  powerful 
mediums,  having  visions  and  songs 
and  spiritual  gifts  almost  innum- 
erable and  dwelling  in  the  Heavens 
most  of  the  time  :  but  in  later  years 
she  came  down  to  the  earth  and 
found  that  to  be  the  more  solid 
foundation. 

Although  the  Shakers  have  al- 
ways recognized  the  most  perfect 
equality-  of  the  sexes,  yet  in  certain 
conditions,  as  for  instances  in  wor- 
ship, both  cannot  lead,  and  in  this 
and  similar  cases  the  initiative  was 
always  conceded  to  the  brethren. 
So  also,  as  there  was  no  divided 
financial  interest,  the  brethren  only 
were  Trustees,  the  title  of  the  Of- 
fice sisters  being  Office  Deaconess- 
es. The  brethren  kept  all  the 
books  of  account,  and  in  their 
names  were  made  all  deeds  and 
titles   to  real   estate. 

In  the  earlier  part  of  her  official 
career  Dorothy  was  very  deferen- 
tial to  her  brethren,  and  insistently 
urged  this  upon  her  sisters,  and 
the  mutual  relations  of  the  sexes 
was    very    harmonious.       But    later 


THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


in  life,  when  the  ranks  of  the 
brethren  became  depleted  and  the 
general  character  of  their  ability 
weakened;  and  while  on  the  other 
hand  the  sisterhood  retained,  and 
in  some  respect  exceeded  its  form- 
er vig  >r.  it  was  quite  natural  that 
Dorothy  should  realize  and  be 
tempted  to  exercise  her  superiority- 
ll  was  also  only  natural  that  the 
brethren  should  resent  the  usurpa- 
tion of  their  old  time  prerogatives 
and  upon  occasion  make  it  ap- 
parent. 

The  sisters  finally  demanded  a 
separate  interest  in  business.  They 
sold  the  product  of  their  industry, 
kept  separate  books  of  account  and 
managed  their  own  finances  inde- 
pendently. Little  by  little  they  ac- 
quired the  larger  portion  of  the  au- 
thority and  deciding  voice.  It 
proved  to  be  a  mistaken  policy.  It 
caused  dissension  and  was  a  fruit- 
ful cause  of  the  loss  of  some  of 
their  best  men.  a  misfortune  which 
thev   most   deeply   deplored. 

Eldress  Dorothy  was  a  woman  of 
unusual  magnetic  power,  and  could 
sway  her  sisters  pretty  much  at  her 
own  sweet  will.  She  had  a  big 
motherly  heart,  but  there  were  op- 
posing sides  to  her  character.  She 
could  and  would  be  wonderfully 
kind  and  motherly,  or  she  could 
ami  would  inflict  a  verbal  laceration 
or  icily  freeze  the  very  soul  of  the 
victim  of  her  displeasure.  She 
would  for  extended  periods  inflict 
humiliation  upon  some  poor  girl, 
seeking  to  crush  her  spirit,  or  pride, 
as  she  called  it  ;  would  isolate  her 
for  days  from  association  with  her 
companions.  She  could  mortify 
them  in  the  presence  of  other  sis- 
ters until  the  worm  would  some- 
times turn  and  decide  to  leave  the 
society. 

When  she  found  she  had  gone  too 
far  no  one  could  exceed  her  in  at- 
tempting a  reparation.  She  would 
pet  and  caress  them  and  elevate 
them  to  the  seventh  Heaven  of  her 


love.  Nothing  was  now  too  good  for 
them.  She  would  procure  rides  for 
them,  possibly  give  them  some  de- 
sired article  of  clothing,  or  a  visit 
with  a  brother  of  whom  the  girl  was 
especially  fond,  and  the  Eldress  was 
well  informed  upon  this  point. 

But  with  many  of  her  young  sis- 
ters, the  high  spirited  ones  and 
some  whom  she  most  greatly  desir- 
ed to  keep,  there  came  a  last  time 
for  endurance.  They  broke  under 
the  strain  and  sallied  forth  to  seek 
and  to  make  another  home.  Even 
then,  after  thev  had  actually  gone 
out,  the  Eldress  endeavored,  time 
after  time  to  recall  them,  but  very, 
very  seldom  did  one  return  after 
tasting  the  joy  of  independence  and 
finding  that  they  were  not  troubled 
by  conscience  or  remorse,  as  the 
supposed  penalty  for  their  secession. 

In  the  evening  of  her  life  the 
Eldress  made  a  radical  change  in 
dealing  with  her  young  people,  and 
sought  to  make  of  them  good  moral 
women  rather  than  mere  religious 
devotees.  I  am  informed  by  those 
who  attended  her  in  her  last  illness 
that  she.  like  Elder  Henry,  died 
unhappily.  Very  much  of  her  time 
for  weeks  previous  to  her  death  was 
spent  in  weeping.  What  the  bur- 
den of  her  sorrow  was  remained 
un revealed,  as  she  shared  with  no 
one  her  confidence.  She  prayed  for 
an  extended  lease  of  life,  but 
whether  to  finish  some  uncomplet- 
ed work  or  to  atone  for  some  re- 
gretted act  must  remain  a  mystery. 

At  the  age  of  sixteen  I  was  placed 
with  Benjamin  Smith,  who  was  the 
clothier  and  tailor.  The  sisters  ran 
the  looms  at  the  mill,  and  my  duties 
brought  me  into  close  association 
with  them.  .When  we  washed  the 
wool  other  sisters  always  rendered 
assistance.  At  these  times  our  din- 
ner was  brought  to  us  and  we  ate 
it  together  in  a  nice  social  way. 
From  now  on  I  was  associated  with 
sisters  in  my  work  more  or  less,  and 
more  so  than  any  other  of  the  boys 


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or  young  men:  but  all  the  time  the 
Kkiresscs  were  looking  after  our 
protection,  and  when  for  any  pur- 
pose sisters  spent  a  day  or  less  in 
company  with  one  or  more  of  the 
other  sex  whether  at  work  or  in  a 
ride,  their  first  duty  after  such 
event  was  a  report  to  the  Elders  all 
that  transpired,  giving  all  possible 
account  of  the  conversation. 

After  leaving  the  Boys  Order  1 
enjoyed  many  opportunities  of 
meeting  Helen  Olney.  She  soon 
became  a  member  oi.  one  of  the 
crews  that  took  their  turns  in  cook- 
ing. ?nd  as  my  trap  setting  took  me 
into  the  kitchen  quite  frequently, 
we  would  see  and  speak  to  each 
other  when  her  turn  came  around. 
When  not  in  the  kitchen  she  waited 
upon  our  table,  month  after  month 
for  vears.  At  such  times  meal  af- 
tei  meal  we  could  exchange  smiles 
of  recognition.  Then  there  came 
a  time  when  we  attended  the  same 
Union  meeting,  and  we  then  could 
talk  together  as  we  pleased.  When 
ill  my  care  of  the  garden  the  peas, 
beans,  strawberries  and  currants 
were  ready  for  harvesting  and  for 
the  table,  that  was  the  sisters'  job, 
and  Helen  was  sometimes  one  of 
the  company,  and  often  I  would 
spend  a  few  moments  picking  them 
with  her  into  her  basket  or  pail. 
A  currant  bush  afforded  a  nice  cozy 
place  for  a  tryst,  a  very  little  bit  all 
to  ourselves.  Xo  words  were  ever 
.->poken  that  might  not  with  pro- 
priety been  uttered  most  publicly, 
nor  did  our  hands  ever  touch;  but 
the  little  exclusive  ness  of  it  was 
most  delicious. 

1  was  ever  careful  meanwhile  to 
give  sufficient  attention  to  the 
others  to  avoid  comment  and  jeal- 
ousy. Eventually  conscience  began 
to  make  a  little  havoc  with  what  I 
feared  was  a  violation  of  strict 
Shaker  propriety.  I  was  conscious 
of  loving  Helen  better  than  the 
other  girls,  and  that  I  was  indulg- 
ing  in    a    little    partiality    when    we 


were  taught  to  love  all  equally. 
Like  a  good  Shaker  I  confessed  this 
to  my  Elder.  I  do  not  recall  what 
he  said  to  me  but  lie  did  not  re- 
prove me.  In  fact  I  am  inclined  to 
think  it  was  a  novelty  to  have  a 
young  man  voluntarily  state  such 
a   fact. 

From  some  remarks  made  to  me 
by  the  Eldress  some  time  after- 
wards 1  knew  he  must  have  told 
her.  Naturally  I  felt  chagrined 
at  first  at  what  seemed  a  betrayal 
of  my  confidence,  but  1  found  it 
real!}-  increased  her  esteem  for  me, 
and  she  pursued  a  very  tactful  and 
judicious  course  in  regard  to  it.  If 
in  similar  cases  where  two  young 
people  evinced  a  fondness  for  each 
other-  she  had  been  equally  discreet 
site  might  have  experienced  better 
results. 

Still  in  most  other  cases  there 
may  have  been  clandestine  inter- 
views in  out  of  the  way  places,  with 
possible  embraces  and  kisses,  and 
the  passing  of  notes.  1  do  not 
know,  but  if  so,  and  if  disccwery 
was  made  to  the  Elders  through  no 
honesty  of  the  young  folks  them- 
selves, in  that  case  they  forfeited,  to 
a  certain  extent,  their  right  to  com- 
plete confidence. 

In  bur  case,  instead  of  trying  to 
prevent  our  intercourse  she  really 
provided  opportunities  for  it.  Oc- 
casonaliy  I  would  be  sent  to  Con- 
cord or  some  other  place  on  busi- 
ness, and  if  consistent,  would  offer 
to  take  two  or  three  sisters  for  a 
ride.  In  such  cases  Helen  would 
sometimes  form  one  of  the  party, 
and  I  knew  that  her  inclusion  was 
for  the  purpose  of  pleasing  me. 

In  this  connection  I  think  it  will 
not  be  amiss  to  note  a  few  instances 
of  this  kind  to  show  that  human 
nature  crops  out  in  Shaker  Village 
as  elsewhere,  and  again  to  accredit 
the  Shakers  with  using  every  pos- 
sible effort  to  maintain  a  clean 
chaste  life  in  full  accordance  with 
what    they   profess.       For     obvious 


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THE  GRANITE   MONTHLY 


reasons  1  withhold  the  true  names 
of  the  persons  participating  in  these 
incidents,  although  nearly  all  of 
them  have  long  since  gone  to  that 
undiscovered  country  from  whose 
bburri  no  traveller  returns. 
•  Elbridge  Jones  and  Susan  Has- 
kell formed  a  mutual  attachment 
and  planned  to  elope.  The  girl  re- 
pented and  confessed.  She  lived  to 
old  age  and  died  at  the  Village. 
The  young  man  left  the  Society,  as 
was  invariably  the  case  with  the 
young  men,  enlisted  in  the  Union 
army  and  died  in  a  hospital  from 
wounds. 

George  Mason  and  Harriet 
Adams  became  affected  with  the 
same  malady.  George  left  and  not 
long  thereafter  was  killed  by  an 
explosion  of  a  powder  mill.  Har- 
riet finally  withdrew  and  is  still 
living  at   an   advanced   age. 

Giber t  Brown  came  to  the  So- 
ciety when  a  child.  He  was  as 
conscientious  and  efficient  as  any 
man  of  the  Society.  He  became 
warmly  attached  to  a  beautiful  girl 
of  about  my  age.  some  eight  years 
younger  than  himself,  and  his  af- 
fection was  returned  by  her.  While 
1  do  not  know  the  particulars  of 
the  affair,  1  do  know  enough  to  be- 
lieve that  the  girl  confessed  to  the 
Eldress.  and  the  man  was  talked  to 
in  a  manner  that  he  resented.  There 
must  have  been  a  bad  break  some- 
how for  he  was  removed  to  the 
North  Family  and  it  almost  broke 
his  heart.  He  was  my  very  dear 
friend  and  he  confided  to  me  his 
sorrow  at  leaving  the  home  of  his 
childhood,  and  the  bitterness  he  felt 
toward  those  officers  for  their  in- 
justice to  him.  My  sympathies 
were  with  him  and  I  visited  him  at 
the  Xorth  Family  in  the  fields  and 
woods  wdiere  he  worked.  He  was 
an  Elder  there  until  he  withdrew  a 
few  years  later.  The  girl  died  be- 
fore he  left.  He  never  married. 
The  "lives  of  both  were  blighted. 
i   know  that  she  continued  to  visit 


him  after  his  moving  to  the  other 
Family,  showing  her  love  was  still 
there.     It  was  truly  a  sad  case. 

'i'wo  brothers,  children  of  parents 
who,  joined  the  Shakers  early  in 
the  forties,  each  had  a  girl  love,  and 
it  was  known  by  everybody.  The 
Eldresses  omitted  no  etfort  to  break 
up  the  affairs.  Both  couples  were 
infatuated  and  much  in  earnest 
about  it.  They  were  watched  and 
the  girls  were  guarded,  and  one 
man  was  removed  to  another  Fami- 
ly and  the  girl  loved  by  the  other 
man  to  still  another1  Family  and 
yet  the  business  went  merrily  on 
until  finally  one  girl,  or  woman, 
for  both  were  over  thirty,  left  the 
society,  followed  very  soon  by  her 
lover.  The  other  brother  left  soon 
after,  but  his  love  remained  in  the 
society  quite  a  time,  but  finally 
followed  the  others  and  all  were 
married  at  last.  An  occasional 
elopement  would  occur  without  any 
knowledge  by  the  Elders  of  any 
unlawful  intimacy  existing.  Some 
projected  elopements  were  foiled, 
yet  in  such  cases  the  spell  usually 
remained  unbroken,  and  the  final 
clearance  only  a  little  while  defer- 
red. 

The  record  of  my  personal  ex- 
periences would  not  be  complete 
without  referring  again  to  my  men- 
tal attitude  ;  whether  1  had  become 
reconciled  to  the  situation  ;  whether 
I  had  attained  contentment  and 
happiness.  I  was  growing  strong 
in  faith.  My  purpose  to  always 
remain  a  Shaker  was  fixed.  1  be- 
lieved the  gaining  of  Eternal  Life 
was  worth  all  the  sacrifice  of  earth- 
ly pleasure.  I  feared  in  turning 
back  to  worldly  enjoyments  to  lose 
for  ages  my  opportunities  for  sal- 
vation, my  rightful  place  in  the 
ranks  of  the  just  made  perfect.  Yes, 
it  was  fear  that  held  me.  This  life 
possessed  little  charm.  There  was 
little  of  joy  in  it  for  me.  Year  af- 
ter year  I  longed  for  death,  but 
wanted  to  die  a  Shaker.     Night  af- 


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ter   night   as    1    laid    my    bead    upon 

my  pillow  did  1  wish  it  might  he  my 
last  day  upon  earth.  My  physical 
condition  may  have  had  something 
to  do  with  this.  Not  being  strong 
I  may  have  heen  a  little  morbid. 
I  was  seldom  ill  enough  to  keep 
me  from  cork,  and  I  worked  hard 
and  faithfully.  I  was  nut  continual- 
ly under  depression.  I  did  not  wear 
my  heart  upon  my  sleeve.  I  never 
gave  expression  to  my  feelings,  and 
1  am  sure  no  one  ever  guessed  them, 
and  if  my  old  friends  could  read 
these  lines  they  would  be  surprised 
in  the  extreme. 

I  am  absolutely  certain,  how- 
ever, that  his  feeling  was  shared  by 
many  others,  particularly  so  of  the 
young  women.  It  was  the  inevi- 
table consequence  of  an  unnatural 
life  shut  oil  from  the  sweetest  pleas- 
ures that  gladden  the  human  heart. 
Just  at  the  stage  when  the  young 
man  craves  a  love  all  his  very  own, 
and  in  its  joys  the  future  looks  so 
beautiful,  he  finds  himself  immured 
in  an  Institution  of  sexual  convent 
gloom.  Surround  it  as  you  will  by 
attempt  to  make  it  gladsome,  you 
cannot  change  its  nature  nor  the 
effect  of  it. 

Visitors  to  our  Village,  seeing 
the  neatness  and  order  everywhere 
conspicuous;  partaking  of  the  viands 
invitingly  spread  upon  the  table ; 
beholding  the  smiling  faces  of  the 
sisters,  and  listening  to  the  well- 
trained  and  musical  voices  of  their 
singers,  may  well  believe  that  hap- 
piness here  reigns  supreme,  and  may 
indeed  wonder  low  any  one  could 
leave  this  lovely  place.  But  were 
they  gifted  to  delve  deeply  into  the 
human  heart,  to  feel  its  cravings, 
its  almost  agonizing  longing  for 
pleasures  from  which  the  Shaker 
is  and  necessarily  must  be  debar- 
red,   they    would    understand      that 


which    is   difficult    and      almost   im- 
possible  to   describe. 

Another  fact  must  be  admitted. 
To  one  who  has  been  a  Shaker 
from  early  childhood,  the  troubles 
of  lite  outside,  its  dangers,  its  stren- 
uousness  are  unknown.  He  dwells 
chiefly  upon  that  of  which  he  is  de- 
prived. He  needs  experience  to 
teach  him  the  value  of  a  shelter 
from  the  evil  and  sins  of  the  world, 
and  hence  we  see  the  reason  for  the 
uneasiness  of  the  young  people. 
In  the  earlier  da}  s  the  society  was 
very  largely  of  older  persons  who 
had  mingled  with  the  world,  be- 
come familiar  with  its  rougher  side, 
and  thereby  were  made  able  to  ap- 
preciate a  more  quiet  life. 

On  arriving  at  the  age  of  twenty- 
one  every  one  was  required  to  sign 
the  Covenant,  thereby  accepting  all 
the  responsibilities  and  becoming 
eligible  to  all  the  privileges  of 
membership.  They  now  dedicated 
soul  and  body  to  the  sacred  cause. 
They  renounced  all  claim  to  private 
property,  and  if  any  came  to  them 
by  will  or  inheritance  it  must  be 
transferred  to  the  general  fund. 
If  they  should  leave  the  Society 
they  could  claim  no  compensation 
for  services  rendered.  The  signing 
of  the  Covenant  was  usually  made 
an  impressive  event.  In  so  large 
a  number  of  young  people  there 
would  often  be  several  of  nearly 
the  same  age.  The  signing  of  the 
older  ones  would  be  delayed  until 
all  of  the  class  arrived  at  the  right 
age,  and  if  one  of  this  number  with- 
drew from  the  Society  it  was  made 
to  appear  a  matter  of  great  re- 
proach, and  somewhat  of  a  disgrace 
to  the  entire  company.  I  think  the 
company  with  whom  I  signed  the 
covenant  consisted  of  three  brethren 
and  eight  sisters,  of  whom  Helen 
was  one. 

To   be  Continued. 


iob 


THE  STORY  OF  PEMIGEWASSET 

By   IVilliam  C.  A  dims. 

Once  there  lived  a  mighty  chieftain. 
Good  and  wise  Pemigewasset, 
Chief  (  l  redmen  of  the   mountains, 
Eyes  as  bright  as   sun  at  midday, 
Swift  on  foot  as  bounding  red  deer; 
On  the  wartrail  bad  no  equal ; 
Louder  titan  the  howl  of  grey  wolf 
Was  his  warery,  was  his  warwhoop 
When  he  called  his  braves  together, 
When  he  called  them  forth  to  battle. 

Pemigewasset,  prophet,  seer, 
Mighty  chieftain  of  the  mountains, 
Loved  the  mountains  and  the  woodlands, 
Loved  the   rivers  and   the  fountains, 
L'Oved  all   nature,  loved  his  people, 
Knew  the  long  trails,  cross    the  mountain: 
Knew  the  pathways  through   the  forests, 
Often  talked  with  the  Great  Spirit, 
Lived  in  peace  with  friendly  nations. 
Thus   lived   Chief   Pemigewasset, 
Chief  of  redmen  of   the   mountains. 

In  the  valley  all  was  peaceful, 

In  the  village  all  was  stillness. 

In  the  wigwam  all  was  quiet. 

Xow  a  warwhoop  rent  the  air, 

"Twas  the  warwhoop  of  the  Mohawks, 

They  had   come   from   lands  far  westward. 

From  the  land  across   the  river, 

Come   to  fight  Pemigewasset ; 

Hurled  themselves  upon  his  people. 

Hand  to  hand   in  fur}'   fought  they, 

Fought  till   stars   came   out  at  night  time. 

Proud   and   brave    Pemigewasset 
On  to   vict'ry   led   his   brave  men, 
Scattered  wide  the  Mohawk  warriors, 
Shattered  all  their  hopes  of  vict'ry. 
But  the  chief  Pemigewasset 
Still  determined,  still  defiant, 
Called  together  all  his  warriors, 
Told  them  all  about  the  Mohawks, 
Told  them  how  they  broke  their  treaties, 
How  they  never  kept  a  promise, 
How  they  warred  upon  his  people, 
That   the  cunning  Mohawk   warriors 
Must  be  driven   from  the  mountains. 


THE  STORY  OE  PEMIGEWASSET  67 

Then  the  brave  Pemigewassets 

On    their   laces   spread   the   warpaint, 

Brought    their    arms   of    warfare    hither, 

Madly    in   pursuit    they   followed 

Followed    they  the   Mohawk  warriors. 

Stopped  not  till  they  reached  the  river 

Where    they   halted   for   the    night   time. 

Where  they  waited  for  the  morning 

To  renew   once  more   their  warfare. 

But  the  sly  and  craft}"  Mohawks 

Under   cover  of  the  darkness. 

With   the  cunning  of  the  red  fox 

Spied  the  brave  Pemigewassets, 

Seized  and   bound   them   as  they  slept   there, 

Took  them  captive  in  the  night  time, 

Then  the  cheering  Mohawk  warriors 

Quickly    led   their   captives   homeward, 

In  the  prison  safely  placed  them, 

Then   they   waited   for  the   morning. 

Rut  Minerwa,  Mohawk   princess, 
Saw    the   chief,    Pemigewasset, 
She  admired  him,  loved  him  warmly. 
Planned  at  once  to  give  him  warning. 
From   his  bonds  she  quickly  freed  him, 
Then    straightway   freed   his    warriors. 
Now   the  princess,  proud  Minerwa, 
Knew  full   well   that  on  the  morrow 
With    her   life    must   pay   the    forfeit 
For  betraying  thus  het   people, 
Planned    to    join    Pemigewasset. 
That  she   might   deceive  her   father, 
Make  him  think  that  she  had  perished, 
She  ran  quickly  to  the  water 
Her  canoe  in  haste  unfastened 
Thus  unfastened,  she  upturned  it 
Pushed  it  out  upon   the  water, 
On  the  water  left  it  drifting 
Then  made  haste  to  join  the  chieftain. 

In    the  morning  when   the   sun   rose 
Looked  in  vain   the  Mohawk  chieftain 
For  his  captives  from  the  mountains 
They  had  vanished  in  the  night  time 
Taking  with  them  proud  Minerwa 
Who  the  father  thought  had  perished. 
She  had  joined   Pemigewasset, 
Took  him   for  her  husband, 
Journeyed  with   him  to  his  wigwam 
In  his  home  among  the  mountains. 


6S  THE  GRAX1  I  E   MONTHLY 

Sadly  walked  the  Mohawk  chieftain 

In  and  out  among  his  people 

For  his  thoughts  were  on  his  daughter, 

On  the  princess,  on  Minerwa. 

Sadder  grew  each  day  the  old  man 

And  each  day   he  grew  more  feeble. 

Lingered  ever  near  the  water 

Where  he  thought  his  daughter  perished. 

Years   thereafter  came  some   warriors 
From  the  Hurons  to  the  mountains. 
Came  from  lands  thai  la_\  far  westward. 
Came  to  fight   Pemigewasset, 
Came   to   war  upon   his  people. 
Fiercely  waged  the  cruel  warfare 
And   the   chief,   Pemigewasset, 
In  the  leg  was  badly  wounded. 
But  the  Hurons  were  defeated. 
Driven   quickly  from  the  mountain. 
By  chance  a  Huron  warrior 
Saw  Minerwa.  saw  the  princess. 
Saw    the   daughter  of   the    chieftain. 
Wife  of  Chief  Pemigewasset. 
Straightway  told  the  Mohawk  chieftain 
That    he'd    seen    Minerwa.    princess, 
That  she   lived   among   the   mountains. 
Wife    of    Chief    Pemigewasset. 
Xow    in    close    attention    listened 
'Idle  old  chieftain  to  the  story 
To  the   message   of  the   warrior. 
Though  his  head  was  bowed  in  silence 
In  his  breast  his  heart   was  throbbing 
For   he    longed   to    see   his   daughter 
Who  he  thought  long  since  had  perished. 
Sent  for  her  to  come  and  see  him. 
Promised    that    she'd    have    protection 
On    her  journey    through    the    forests. 
And  the  daughter's  heart   grew   softer 
When   she   heard   her   father's  message. 
Then    Minerwa   planned   the   journey, 
Planned  to  go  and  see  her  father 
Who  had   now   grown   old   and   feeble. 
But  the  chief,  Pemigewasset, 
Lamed  in  battle  with   the   Hurons 
Could    not    take    the    journey    with    her; 
He  would  wait  upon   the  mountain, 
He  would  wait  there  for  her  coming 
They   would   talk  each  day   in  smoke   sign: 
Thus  they  parted  as  young  lovers 
Thinking  soon  they'd  see  each  other 
In   their   home   among    the   mountains. 
On  the-   mountain   top  he    waited 


i'iiK  STORY  OF  PEMIGEWASSET 

™UH   Sv  T   ;!nd   nursed   her   ^ther 
|  «   the   Mohawks  spirit  left  him 

Iher .she .turned    her   footsteps   homeward. 

Soon   .1   hr-h°n:e  amongTthe   mountains. 
Soon   shed   see    her   chieftain    husband. 
sut,   alas,    her   hopes    soon    vanished 
£or  she  met  a  termer  suitor. 
Filled  with  rage  he  seized  and  bound  her 
fold  her  that  she  soon  must  perish  ' 

Humbly  there  she  plead  for  mercy 
But  no  mercy  showed  the  warrior, 
1  hus    she   perished    in    the    forest 
Thus  site  talked  no  more  in  smoke  signs 
10  her  husband  in  the  mountain. 

Still  the   chieftain  lingered,  waited 
For   the    princess,   for    Minenva 
v? Tfh  rthe   summers,    through    the 
Waited   there    Pemigewasset 
Keeping  watch  upon  the  mountain. 
ie.r  by  year  he  sat  and  waited 
K-u  the  princess,  for  Minenva. 
Feebler  grew  each  year  the  chieftain 
Then  oned ay  his  spirit  left  him, 
{-ei t  to  join  his  wife  Minerwa 
In  the  Hunting-  Grounds  far  westward 

That   this   story   of   devotion 

Of  the   chieftain    for   his   princess 

May  thus  never  be  forgotten, 

1  he    Great    Spirit    carved  .a    profile, 

Carved  It  in  the  cold  gray  granite, 

Carved  a  face  upon   the  cliff  side 

Fa7eJrX-?iM™  °f  the  fountain/ 
lace  of  Chief   Pemigewasset. 


69 


winters 


70 


JOE    ENGLISH    HILL 


By   Ham 

As  Persis  Fisher  stood  feeding  the 
chickens  the  bright  California  sun 
touched    her    narrow-chested    figure 

with  a  pitiless  finger.  It  showed 
with  no  softening  shadows,  the  an- 
gular temples  and  tight  little  knot 
of  brown  hair.  The  clear  eyes, 
however,  needed    no   shading. 

From  her  porch  the  next  neigh- 
bor called  :  "Mis'  Brandts  has  gone.*' 

"Gone!    Gone    where?" 

"Gone  to  Alaska  an'  the  Knoltons 
are  going  to  Niagara  tomorrow. 
Some  folks  do  have  a  good  time 
in  this  world.  I  reckon  ther's  no- 
body'd  like  to  see  the  pretty  places 
of  this  world  Fetter  than  I,  but 
here  I'm  stuck." 

Giving  her  pan  a  final  shake,  Per- 
sis turned  toward  the  porch,  resting 
her  back  against  a  post.  A  tiny 
smile  wrinkled  the  corners  of  her 
mouth.  "I  guess,"  she  said,  "there's 
lots  of  pretty  places  to  see." 

"I  always  wanted  to  go  to 
Niagara,  an'  th'  Yellowstone,  an' 
then  to  E-e-urup." 

The  smile  in  Persis  eyes  deep- 
ened. "I'd  love  to  travel,"  she  af- 
firmed, "and  see  all  that  but"- — 
hesitating.  "1  guess  some  place  is 
prettier  to  each  of  us  than  any 
other.  Maybe  like  the  rainbow- 
each  sees  her  own.  I  guess  Joe 
English  Hill  would  be  my  prettiest 
place." 

"Joe  English  Hill!  For  goodness 
sake  who  is  that  ?" 

Persis  laughed  aloud.  "It  isn't 
a  he.  It  is  a  hill  in  Xew  Hamp- 
shire. Mother  was  born  at  the  foot 
of  it  and  I  guess  there  isn't  a  pret- 
tier place  in  the  world." 

"Joe  English  Hill,"  repeated  the 
other  woman. 

"Its  named  for  Joe  English  who 
was  chased  there  by  Indians.  Its 
just  granite,  smooth  like  the  head 
of  a  bald   man,   with   trees  growing 


't    Pervier. 

along  the  lower  edges.  Joe  English 
ran  up  on  top  with  the  Indians  close 
behind.  There  was  no  place  to 
hide.  The  side  of  the  hill  goes  down, 
straight,  most  as  steep  as  the  side 
of  a  house." 

Persis  stopped  talking  and  star- 
ed out  in  front  as  if  she  could  see 
the  man  on  the  hill. 

' What'd  he  do?"  the  neighbor 
demanded  in   sharp   tones. 

"Oh,"  Persis  started  as  if  recall- 
ed from  a  distance,  "there  was  a  pile 
of  brush  just  at  the  edge  of  this 
steep  place.  Joe  English  dived  un- 
der that  and  the  Indians  were  run- 
ning so  fast  they  could  not  stop  and 
so  fell  over." 

"They  weren't  very  bright  In- 
dians." retorted  the  neighbor  in  dis- 
gust. 

Persis  smiled.  "I  used  to  think 
that  too.  but,"  wistfully,  "I  wish  I 
could  see  Joe   English  Hill." 

"Haint  you  ever  seen  it?" 

"No,  I've  never  been  east." 

"1  can't  see  how  it  could  be 
pretty,  just  a  chunk  of  rock." 

"I  guess  that  is  my  own  rainbow." 
replied  Persis.  smiling  wdiimsically 
to  herself  as  she  went  into  the 
house. 

A  few  weeks  later  Persis  stood 
in  the  doorway  talking  to  stout,  old 
Dr.  Morley.  Her  eyes  peered  out 
of  her  waxen  face  with  a  dazed  look. 
"Doctor,"  she  faltered,  "are  you 
sure  ?" 

"Miss  Persis,  it  is  my  business  to 
be  sure.  I  can't  afford  to  be  guess- 
ing." 

Smiling  vaguely  she  swept  the 
back  of  her  hand  across  here  eyes. 
"How  long?" 

"Four  months — with  extreme 
care,   maybe    six." 

"You  are  sure  that  I  can  not  live 
more  than  six  months?" 


TOE  ENGLISH  HILL 


71 


"Sure,"  snapped  the  doctor,  feel- 
ing making  him  brusque. 

After  a  silence  that  listed  a  long 
minute  she  exclaimed.  "Doctor  Mor- 
ley    I'm    going    home." 

This  was  a  changed  woman,  a 
smiling,    exultant,    radiant    creature. 

"S-sure-sure,"  the  man  fairly 
stuttered   in   Ids   surprise. 

'•You  don't  under  sta  ltd."  she 
laughed.  "All  my  life  1  have  want- 
ed to  see  New  Hampshire.  Mother 
was  horn  there  and  talked  so  much 
about  it  1  felt  that  I  knew  and  lov- 
ed it  as  she  did.  Since  she  left  me 
I  wanted  to  go  there  hut  all  I  had 
was  this  house.  Now  I  can  sell  the 
place  and  go  home.  I  can  go  to 
joe   English   Hill." 

"E-eh."  said   the  doctor. 

"That's  the  hill  where  mother 
lived,"    site    explained. 

The  following  month  was  a  busy 
one  for  Persis.  She  sold  her  small 
property  and  with  all  her  worldly 
possessions  packed  in  two  unpre- 
tentious trunks  was  ready  for  the 
east.  During  this  time  her  talk 
was  not  of  the  relatives  she  was  to 
see  for  the  first  time,  nor  of  the 
country  she  was  to  traverse,  but  of 
Joe  English  Hill.  She  did  not  seem 
to  dread  the  parting  from  life  long 
friends  or  the  inevitable  ending 
that  was  approaching.  Her  only 
fear  was  that  she  might  not  live  to 
see  Joe   English   Hill. 

When  the  morning  came  for  her 
start,  a  crowd  of  kindly  neighbors 
gathered  to  see  her  off  on  her 
journey  "home"  and  to  load  her 
with  gifts.  She  was  almost  the 
only  one  who  shed  no  tear,  but  with 
a  radiant  smile  waved  to  them  from 
the  car  as  long  as  she  could  dis- 
tinguish a  face. 

That  was  a  wonderful  journey, 

The  gaunt,  shy  old  maid  usually 
afraid  of  strangers,  made  friends  all 
along  the  way.  She  seemed  to  have 
shed  the  husk  of  self-consciousness 
and  to  be  thinking  only  of  the  won- 
drous thing  that  was  coming  to  her. 


She  talked  with  a  hard  faced 
woman  about  going  "home,"  till  the 
paint,  which  Persis  never  saw.,  was 
tear  streaked. 

She  never  knew  that  one  blase 
traveling  man  after  listening  to  the 
story  and  perhaps  reading  a  tale 
that  her  lips  did  not  utter,  rushed 
to  the  rear  and  with  a  queer  mist 
before  his  eyes  said  a  word  that 
would  have  shocked  the  gentle  old 
woman. 

When  Persis  entered  the  car  a 
stout,  high-nosed  woman  had  taken 
a  long  look  at  her  through  a  gold 
lorgnette,  starting  at  the  hem  of 
her  neat  serge  dress  and  ascending 
slowly  to  the  wing  on  her  hat. 
Then  the  stout  woman  turned  aside 
in  disdain. 

When  Persis  left  the  car  at 
Chicago-  this  woman  sent  a  porter 
scurrying  after  her  with  a  filled 
thermos  bottle,  a  silver  flask  of 
brandy  and  a  message  for  her  to 
take  them  to  keep  up  her  strength 
to  reach  Joe  English  Hill. 

"What  good  people  there  are  in 
this  world,"  Persis  said  to  the 
cousin  who  had   come   to  meet   her. 

She  remained  only  a  few  days  in 
Chicago  for  a  needed  rest  and  could 
not  be  persuaded  to  stop  longer 
because  she  was  anxious  to  reach 
New  Hampshire.  Leaving  Chicago, 
she  made  the  accjuaintance  of  a 
girlish  bride  whose  husband  was  a 
railroad  man.  Persis  told  her 
about  Joe  English  Hill.  Perhaps 
that  might  help  explain  how  it 
happened  that  people  smiled  "upon" 
her  so  pleasantly,  and  all  the  train 
men  were  so  considerate.  She  wras 
showered  with  candy,  fruit  and 
magazines.  The  flowers  at  her 
chair  vied  w  ith  those  of  the  actress 
two  seats  in  front.  Even  wdien 
she  changed  to  another  road  the 
kind    attentions    followed    her. 

It  was  a  very  frail,  tired  woman 
that  left  the  train  at  the  small  New- 
Hampshire  station  just  as  evening 
was    darkening    the    late    July    sky. 


THE   GRANITE   MONTHLY 


A  cousin,  living  on  the  place  where 
her  mother  had  been  born,  met  her 
with  a  comfortable  carriage.  He 
lifted  her  into  the  carriage  like  a 
child.  She  rewarded  him  with  a 
happy  if   somewhat   wan   smile. 

As  they  drove  across  a  small 
wooden  bridge  she  bent  forward  to 
look  at  the  brook.  "That  must  be 
where  mother  and  Uncle  Charlie 
used  to  fish."  she  announced. 

"That  brook's  too  shallow  to  have 
big  fish,"  replied  the  cousin. 

"Mother  used  to  say  it  sang  over 
the  stones  like  a  happy  child  at 
play." 

"Deep  waters  run  still,"  the 
cousin    quoted    in    oratorical   tones. 

Later  when  they  crossed  another 
bridge  she  did  not  try  to  look  at  it. 
"1  expect  the  Cardinal  Flower  is 
in   blow,"  she   remarked. 

"Saw   some   yesterday.*' 

"I  never  saw  it  but  I  guess  it  is 
pretty." 

"A  good  hill  of  beans  looks  pret- 
tier to  me,"  he  answered. 
•    "Everyone      to    their     own      rain- 
bow,"   said    Persis      with      a      faint 
laugh. 

The  cousin  privately  believed 
that  her  mind  wandered.  At  the 
end  of  the  long  ride  she  was  so 
tired  she  had  to  be  carried  into  the 
house.  Her  last  words  were  "To- 
morrow  I'll   see   Joe  English   Hill." 

"Don't  set  your  heart  much  on 
that,"  said  the  cousin's  wife,  "for 
it  aint   much,   to   see." 

The  next  morning  she  was  un- 
able to  get  out  of  bed.  Among  the 
pillows  her  colorless  waxen  face 
looked  a  lifeless  thing  until  she 
opened  her  excited,  sparkling  eyes. 
She  hardly  touched  breakfast.  But 
she  would  i.ot  allow  the  shade  rais- 
ed so  that  she  might  look  out  of  the 
window. 

After  a  rest  she  asked  if  the  sun 


shone  on  joe  English  Hill.  Being 
told  that  ;t  did,  she  explained  to 
the  woman,  "You  see  I've  heard 
most  all  my  life,  while  mother  was 
with  me  that  is,  about  Joe  English 
Hill,  i  guess  its  the  loveliest  thing 
cm  God's  earth.  I'm  glad  I  shall 
see  it  first  with  the  sun  on  its  bald 
crown." 

The  kindly  woman  opened  her 
lips  to  reply  then  hesitated  and 
closed  them  again. 

A  little  while  later  she  asked, 
"Shall  I  put  you  in  the  big  chair 
and  push  it  to  the  window  so  that 
you   can   look  out?" 

"if  you  only  would,"  the  sick 
woman  cried  in  an  ectasy  of  delight. 

It  was  done  very  gently  but  af- 
terward Persis  lay  among  the  pil- 
lows gasping.  The  woman  stretch- 
ed out  a  hand  to  raise  the  shade 
but  Persis  stopped  her.  Several 
long  minutes  she  lay  wth  closed 
eyes  while  the  woman  waited. 
'1  hen  opening  them  suddenly  she 
sat  erect  saving,  "Now,  please." 

Again  the  woman  opened  her 
lips  to  speak,  but  looking  at  the  wide 
brilliant  eyes,  closed  her  mouth 
into  a  grim,  straight  line.  Quick- 
ly she  reached  for  the  cord  and 
pulled  the  shade  high. 

Persis  breathing  jerkily,  leaned 
forward  in  her  chair,  her  happy 
eyes  focusing  on  the  bare,  ugly, 
rocky  hill  before  her.  Ller  eyes 
widened  with  a  look  that  was  al- 
most  fear. 

The  watching  woman  gripped 
the  chair-back  till  her  knuckles 
whitened  from  the  pressure. 

Persis  suddenly  turned  to  her 
with  a  smile.  "I  guess — it  isn't 
hozv  things  look— its  just  love  makes 
them  beautiful."  Then  the  tired 
head  dropped  back  among  the  pil- 
lows. 


7-? 


A  FEW  PAGES  OF  POETRY 

Through     the     kindness     of     Mr.  John   H.      Barllett.       A     gratifying 

Brookes  More  a  prize  of  350  is  offer-  number    of    entries    for    the    contest 

ed   for   the   best   poem    published    in  already  have  been  received,  some  of 

the  Granite      Monthly     during     the  which    are    printed    herewith,    while 

year    1921.       The   judges   are    Prof,  others   may   be    found   elsewhere    in 

Katharine     Lee     Bates,   Mr.   \Y.   S.  the  magazine. 
Braithwaite     and  former     Governor 


A   FEBRUARY  AFTERNOON 

By   Virginia  B.  Ladd. 

Snow   everywhere   we   look!  Great  banks  of  snow— 
The  village  street  hard-trampled  as  a  floor. 

The  mercury  sinks  from  zero  to  below 

And  cold  gusts  howl  through  crannies  of  the  door. 

The  great  trees  creak.     Their  boughs  thresh  to  and  fro. 

One  huge  limb  snaps — and  crashes  through  the  drifts 
Across  the  path  betwixt  the  heaped  up  snow, 

And  there,  half  buried,  its  brown  form  uplifts. 

We  shiver,  and  draw  closer  'round  the  fire, 

And  think  of  those  outside  its  heartsome  cheer. 

And,  as    the  boisterous   winds   rise,   shrieking,   higher 
Our  vaguely  felt  unrest  is  tinged  with  fear. 

But  look!  Along  the  far  horizon  line 

Beyond  the  woods,  which   like  a  dark  band  show, 
There   gleam    the    sunset   lights!   They    seem    divine, 

As.  where  the  sky  joins  earth,  they  glow. 

Like    a    bright    revelation    on    this    dreary    scene 
They  speak  of  warmth  and  comfort  yet  to  be, 

Vivid  with  shades  of  rose  and   palest  green 
And  pearly  shell-tints  from   some  distant  sea. 

So,  though  the  piercing  gales  came  fraught  with  dread 
And  frost  benumbs  the  streams  and  lake  and  ground, 

Although  the  trees  and  tiny  plants  seem  dead 
And  icy  snow-crusts  everywhere  abound, 

What  joy  it  is  to  turn  from  this  wild  day 

And   catch   that  flashing  signal   from   the  west, 

Which,  though   the  hues  from  opal  pale   to  gray, 
Has  left  its  message  of  sweet  peace  and  rest. 


7H 


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When'  i'  am  'a  'grandmother,"" 
1  verily  expect  to  see'"  :    ""  ' 
My  grown  children  and  small. 
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When   it  was  lying  in  my  lap. 
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l'cbuld  'see  my 'bobbed  riair':"|: 
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By  trying  on  a.  dark,  red.  scarf  . .      .  .  ; 
But  1   could,   never  wear  it  with  a  tain. 

(Whisper  it  but  this  tain'  still'  lives 
I  sold  ii  when  I,  came  to  college.) 

Hut  when  .'   reached  fourteen 
I  had1— -oh'  joy  and  bliss— '  '    ' 
A  really  pretty  tarn 
With  another  scarf  to 'match! 
This  tarn   was  white  and  ' blue 

Striped    with    little    pom-poms. '!■',. 

Over  one  car,  so  chic! 

Of  one   scarf    1    made  a  muff 

To  keep  one  hand  warm 

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Which    wasn't   holding   someone   else's 

Sometimes  this  muff  warmed  two  hands 

Jf   we  girls  skated  six  abreast 

And'  interlaced  our  arms:'.  ' ••-  '••'     •    ; 

I've  lust  the  tiny  muff  somehow  •       ■  •  ; 
But  not  the  tarn  yet. 

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I  had  a  tailored  tarn 

To  go  with  stern  sailor  suits      •■•'•'      ":  ' 

We  had  to  wear  in  boarding  school.    .   ' 

This  was  a  scarlet  tarn, 

Bright  scarlet,  felt,    I   guess/  ;      -■',;,:    ••' 

No  pom-poms,- stripes  nor  scallops  l,f>1 

But   a  very  tight  plain  band 

Around1  the  face:    :■'■•'       ■    .•■•;•    / 

Mine  was  too  tight' and  so'1   ••   •  ••    ••■'  -• 

With   great   regret   and   tears    and    smiles 
Contesting' in  my 'eyes       '  ;      ■'    ■■■'■■•   ■<■' 
I  tried  the  dear  thing  on    ■•■  -  ':^-":  vl  I 
One  last  time,  before 
I  sent  it  tor  the. Halifax  disaster,  -i  i.-.d    •■/, 

.'  ;;.  >.i     ...      ■■  •:•  •  /      ,:i.i\:n,i     ..     n  ■.'-.     ;.  ,  /, 

But  when  I  was  eighteen 
Then.iL.arrived  in  college.  •,,-....  ;,,,.,'.  .,;i "J" 
And  when, J  unpacked  my, trunks  ..  ;,;.,  j 
I  found  1  still  possessed  the 
Dark  red  crocheted  tam,;  .     .,    ....,,,,-.    /. 
The /blue  and   white  .  striped'  one,  ..     .,'.'..,'; 
And  then  still  the  plain  bright  red  one,' 
And    I   thought   I   must   wear   green 
An'cf  so   I   sold  the  red  9 ne,'"  '. 


THE   GRANITE   MONTHLY 

And  gave  away  the  scarlet  one, 
And  kept  only   the   white  one, 
When   1   found  I   needn't  wear  green 
1    didn't   have   a    new   tain 
That  year — oh  Freshman  year! 

You'd  think  I'd  tire  of  tains 

But  no,   I   love   them   dearly. 

In   fact  I've  grown  quite  attached 

To  their  youthful  shape. 

Further   I   even  bought  another  one 

This  year,  of  rose  and  gold  braid 

Ali   broadcloth,  with   another 

Scarf  to  match,  as  usual. 

I  wonder  when  I  am  four  years  older 

What  kind  I'll  have? 


AFTER  THE  SNOW  STORM 

By    Charles   Never j   Hohr.es. 

The  night  lias  passed,  the  storm  is  o'er, 
The    silent   snow    flakes   fall   no   more. 

The  morning  dawns  unclouded,  fair, 
A  crisp}-   chill   is  in  the  air. 

The  sun  is  shining  clear  and  bright 
Upon  a  world  robed  all  in  white; 

All   blue   above,   all    white   below, 
A  fairy-land  of  virgin  snow. 

A  spotless  shroud   o'er  knoll  and   lea 
As  far  as  keenest  eye  can  see. 

No  field,   no   road,  no  wall,  no   lawn, 
The  hedges  and  the  shrubs  are  gone  ; 

No   barking  dog,  no   singing  bird- 
Not   e'en   a   human    voice   is    heard. 

The  landscape  lies  as  still  as  death, 
Unkissed  by  breezes'  chilly  breath. 

A   sleeping  world,  all   dazzling  white 
Beneath    the    sun's   resplendent   light ; 

A   snow-bound   Earth,  unsullied,   new, 
A  universe  of  white  and  blue! 


A  BRIEF  SKETCH  OF  THE  MILLS  FAMILY 

OF  PORTSMOUTH,  N.  H. 

By  Rev.  Charles  Blunt  Mills,  late  of  MayviUe,  Michigan. 

With  notes  by  SAMUEL  COPP   WORTH  EN,  of  East  Orange.  Nete  Jersey, 
a  grand-nephew  of  the  Author.1    ' 


The  name  of  our  family,  Mills,  is 
said  to  have  originated  in  the  north 
of  England,  a  child  having  been 
found  between  two  windmills,  used 
then  in  grinding  and  named  ac- 
cording to  the  custom  of  the  time 
from  the  nearest  object.-  The  de- 
scendants for  generations  were 
large,  muscular  and  of  roving  dis- 
position. They  were  marked  with 
Norman  features  and  nearly  all  had 
a  passion  for  the  sea. 

Two  brothers  with  their  families, 
came  to  Jamestown,  Va.,  at  a  very 
early  period.  Their  names  were 
said  to  be  James  and  John.3  These 
names  recur  so  often  in  the  history 
of  their  descendants  as  to  render  it 
very  difficult  to  avoid  confusion. 
Engaged  as  many  of  these  descend- 
ants were  in  a  sea-faring  life,  as  the 
commerce  of  the  colonies  drifted  to 
the  north,  they  also  came  north  and 
settled  in  the  Middle  and  New  Eng- 
colonies.     One    of    these    settled    in 


Portsmouth,  N.  H.  His  name  was 
James.4 

His  son,  Eligood,  was  a  sailor. 
He  was  well  educatedr'  and  for 
some  time  was  mate  of  a  vessel  en- 
gaged in  the  West  India  trade  com- 
manded by  Capt.  Charles  Blunt, 
who  was  afterwards  taken  by  the 
pirates  off  the  island  of  St.  Thomas 
after  a  desperate  resistance  and 
chopped  to  pieces  and  fed  to  their 
hogs.6  Thl-  writer  was  named  by 
Capt.  Mills,  for  him.  Before  the 
death  of  Capt.  Blunt  his  mate  was 
promoted  to  the  command  of  a  ves- 
sel sailing  up  the  Mediterranean, 
which  he  commanded  when  the  war 
of  the  Revolution  commenced- 

Espousing  the  cause  of  liberty, 
he  entered  very  heartily  into  the 
cause  of  the  colonies  and  when  the 
Privateer  Grand  Turk,  commission- 
ed by  the  Continental  Congress  as 
a  Letter  of  Marque,  was  fitted  out 
at    Portsmouth,    he    was   one   of   its 


1        The     writer    of    these    notes     request:  th<     co-opera  tior     ol     students     of    New    Hampshire 

history     in     solving     tie     problems     presented  by     this     somewhat     remarkable     manuscript,     now 

published     for     the     first     time.      The     original  is     in     the     possession     of     the     author's     daughter, 
Mrs.    H.    M.    Coblren    of    Bellaire.    Michigan. 


is    sketch     pertaining    to    the    family    history    pri 
ndfather,    is    purely     traditionary    or    conjectural 


ir    to 


>Ie,     is     that 

Jamestown 


the     first     settler     was     named     Mark 
in    1036.    and    married    Mary    EUigood, 


2.  Evidently  most  of  the  matter  ir 
the  time  of  Eligood  Mills,  the  author's 
has    no    substantial    basis. 

3.  Another  version,  probably  more 
Mills,  that  he  was  born  in  England,  ca 
by    whom    he    had    one   son. 

4.  This  is  an  error.  His  name  was  unquestionably  Luke.  He  was  the  Capt.  Luke  Mills  of 
Northampton,  Virginia,  who  married  Hannah,  daughter  of  John  and  Grace  (Erookin)  Lang  of 
Portsmouth  on  the  5th  day  of  December,  1731.  See  -Y»ir  England  Historical  and  Genealogical 
Brmster,  Vol.  XXV,  p.  121.  Capt.  Luke  Mills  was  lest  at  sea,  being  swept  overboard  in  a  gale, 
while  standing  on  the  deck  of  his  ship  by  the  side  of  his  son  Eiligood,  who.  according  to 
tradition,  tried  to  lump  over!  oard  in  a  hopeless  attempt  to  rescue  his  father,  but  waa  restrain- 
ed   by    the    crew.      The    will    of    Capt.    Mills    was    admitted    to    probate    on    August    29,    17GJ. 


5.  He    is    elsewhere    described    by    the    author    as    a    ; 
temperate    in   habits    and    of   enormous   strength." 

6.  The    Blunts    were    a    famous    seafaring    family     of 
'■o    knew    how    Capt.     Charles    Blunt    was    related      to    the 
Brewster's    Itamllrs    About    Portsmouth,     and     whether     his 
"i    this    narrative. 


in    of     "line    gentlemanly    deportment 


Portsmouth.  It 
aptains  or  tiiat 
mtimr-ly     fate      i: 


lid  be  interesting 
rne  mentioned  in 
Mirately     described 


78 


THF.  GRANITE   MONTHLY 


officers."  On  the  second  voyage 
she  was  captured  by  a  British  Fri- 
gate and  was  taken  into  Halifax,  N. 
S.,  where  all  the  crew  remained  in 
jail  five  years,  who  did  not  die  of 
brutal  treatment.  At  the  end,  of 
that  time  they  were  informed  that 
the  colonies  were  subdued.  Wash- 
ington and  tlie  members  of  the  Con- 
tinental Congress  were  hung  and 
that  the  very  few  prisoners  were  to 
be  taken  to  Boston  and  were  Ao  be 
transported  thence  to  England  to 
be  hung  for  piracy  on  the  high 
seas.  On  the  way  to  Boston,  Capt. 
Mills  with  two  others  escaped  over- 
board on  a  dark  night  and  swam 
three  miles,  reaching  the  shore  near 
a  fisherman's  hut  below  the  mouth 
cf  the  Piscataqua  River  in  New 
Hampshire.  Here  the}'  heard  for 
the  first  time  that  the  colonies  had 
gained    their   independence.5 

The  next  morning  he  learned  that 
his  wife  was  dead,  his  property 
gone,  and  that  his  two  brothers-in- 
law.  Mark  and  Luke  Laighton,9 
two  of  the  richest  merchants  in 
Portsmouth  had  failed.  After 
gathering  up  a  few  fragments  of 
his  shattered  fortune  and  getting 
together  his  scattered  children,  he 
married  Lucy  McLucas.10  who  was 
of    Scotch-Irish    descent,      left      the 


sea  and  moved  upon  a  tract  of  kind 
m  the  then  District  of  Maine,  in 
what  is  now  Waterboro,  York  Co.. 
Me.  There  he  resided  till  his 
death   in   1833.  in.  his  88th  year. 

Luke  Mills,  son  of  Eligood  Mills, 
was  born  in  177S.  At  15  years  of 
age  he  rati  away  and  went  to  sea. 
He  was  a  sailor  thirteen  years 
when  he  left  the  sea  and  mar- 
ried Betsey  Goodwin11  of  Wells. 
Maine-  Resided      on        a      farm 

which  he  bought  in  Brownheld.  till 
after  the  war  of  1812-1814.  Dur- 
ing the  war  he  was  Lieut,  in  the 
militia  and  was  called  out  to  defend 
Portland.  Selling  his  farm,  he  went 
to  take  care  of  his  parents  with 
whom  he  lived  till  they  both  died. 
In  1835,  he  moved  to  Corinna,  Me., 
where  he  lived  till  his  death  in 
1856.  He  was  in  public  office  much 
of  his  life  and  represented  his  dis- 
trict in  the   Legislature  one   term.12 

Charles  Blunt  Mills  was  the  son 
of  Luke  and  Betsey  Mills,  and  was 
born  in  Waterborough,  Me.,  May  5. 
1823.  He  was  the  seventh  child  in 
a  family  of  nine  children,  and  much 
the  feeblest  of  all.  He  resembled 
his  mother's  people  and  had  none 
of  the  Norman  characteristics  ex- 
cept love  of  the  sea.  So  far  as  is 
known  the  whole  race  were  dissen- 


7.  Corroboration  of  these  statements  about  th»  Privateer  Orand  Turk,  seems  entirely 
lacking,  but  they  are  no  coubi  correct  iv  substance  il"  not  in  detail.  Information  on  the  sub- 
ject is  requested.  The  author  says  in  a  letter  to  his  niece.  Mrs.  Isadore  (Copp)  Wenk,  wife  of 
the  Rev.  Robert  Emory  Wenk,  now  of  San  Francisco,  unrlt-r  date  of  Feb.  6.  1893,  that  the 
Grand  Turk  was  fitted  out  by  the  Laightons.  wealthy  merchants  of  Portsmouth,  and  that  en 
its  first  voyage  it  sailed  to  the  English  Channel,  where  it  did  immense  damage  to 
Hritish    commerce. 

8.  The  foregoing  passage- — about  the  voyage  of  the  Grand  Turk — was  printed  in  the 
American  Monthly  Magazine,  Vol.  XXT,  p.  lis  (Aug.  1302)  at  the  suggestion  of  Mrs.  Mary  H.  (Elli- 
son) Curran,  librarian  of  the  Bangoi  Public  Library  (a  great,  great  granddaughter  of  Eli- 
good Mills),  largely  for  the  purpose  of  making  a  record  for  the  benefit  of  descendants  of  Eli- 
good   desiring    to    join    the    Daughters    of    the    American    Revolution    and    similar    patriotic    orders. 

9.  The  Laighton  who  married  Mary  Mills  was  named  Paul.  Thev  had  13  children  one  of 
whom,  Mark  Laighton.  was  the  grandfather  of  the  celebrated  poetess.  Celia  Thaxter.  A 
brother  of  the  author  of  this  sketch,  Mark  Laighton  Mills,  for  many  years  a  well  known 
resident  of  Bangor,  probably  derived  his  name  from  this  relative  His  daughter.  Mrs  Abble 
(Mills)  Wilson,  late  cf  Bangor,  bore  a  remarkable  personal  resemblance  to  Mrs.  Thaxter. 
Mrs.  Patten  a  granddaughter  of  Mary  (Mills)  Laighton.  used  to  say  that  her  grandmother  was 
"a    very   aristocratic    lady"    and    was    spoken    of    as    a    Virginian. 

10.  The  author  was  not  correctly  informed  as  to  the  time  and  oircumstancea  of  this 
marriage.  Eligood  Mills  married  (2nd)  Lucy,  daughter  of  John  and  Lydia  (Webber)  McLucas 
on  the  29th  day  of  August.  1774.  See  Records  of  the  First  Congregational  Church  of  Bidde- 
ford, Maine,  published  in  The  ilainc  Historical  and  Genralociral  Recorder,  Vol.  VI.  p.  833.  Both  bride 
and  groom  r,re  described  as  "of  Biddeford."  Eligood's  flrSt  wife  was  Mary,  daughter  of 
Thomas  and   Elizabeth  Dyer   of  Biddeford. 

11.  hhe    was    a    daughter    of    Joseph    and    Elizabeth    (Hohbs)    Goodwin    of    Weils. 

12  Luke  Mills  hved  ;,bout  2  V.  miles  east  of  Corinna  Village  at  a  place  called  Morse's 
Corner.  He  v  as  a  respected  citizen  of  tint  locality,  known  for  integrity,  strict  religious 
principles  and  kindly  disposition.  H>-  was  elected  a  representative  to  the  Legislature 
of    Maii.e    in    1841. 


SKETCH  OF  THE  MILLS  FAMILY 


79 


ters  and  were  in  favor  of  the  fullest 
civil  and  religious  liberty.  They 
were  not  clamorous  or  factious,  but 
always  arrayed  themselves  on  the 
side   of   freedom. 

Charles  B.  Mills  early  developed 
a  love  of  reading-  and  study,  and  ac- 
quired some  knowledge  of  Latin, 
Greek  and  Hebrew,  besides  a 
pretty  thorough  English  education. 
He  became  a  member  of  the  Free 
Will  Baptist  Church  in  Corinna, 
Me.,  in  his  14th  year  and  be- 
gan preaching"  the  gospel  five 
years  later.  He  traveled  and 
preached  extensively  in  Maine, 
New    Hampshire,     Vermont,     New 


Vol 


id    Oh 


occasion-' 


lecturing  on  Temperance  and  Slav 
cry.  He  was  ordained  at  Fort  Ann. 
New  York,  in  January  1848.  The 
same  year  he  returned  to  Maine  and 
supplied  a  church  in  Kennebunk  a 
year,  during  which  a  powerful  re- 
vival followed-  After  supplying 
the  church  in  Springvale  a  year  and 
a  half  he  settled  as  pastor  of  the 
church  in  North  Berwick  (Dough- 
ty 's  Falls)  where  he  remained  three 
years.  Just  before  this.  September 
18.  1851,  he  was  married  to  Ann 
Maria    Morrison. 

At  North  Berwick  two  powerful 
revivals  occurred  and  three  promi- 
nent ministers  were  raised  up.  viz  : 
James  and  David  Boyd  and  James 
Jepson.  In  1854.  on  account  of 
failing  health,  ht  resigned  and  spent 
the  winter  in  Ohio.  The  next  year 
he  removed  to  Chester,  Geauga  Co., 
and  took  charge  of  the  F.  B.  Church 

13  The  Rev.  Charles  Blunt  Mills  died  at  Mayville,  Michigan,  in  1896.  His  services  to 
the  region  in  which  he  li\  eu  are  thus  summarized  by  his  niece,  Mrs.  Isadore  (Copp)  Wenk, 
•  now    deceased)    in    a    note    book    which    contains     much    valuable    information  : — 

"His  health  failed  and  he  went  in  pursuit  of  it  to  the  wilds  of  Michigan — ' .  He  exert- 
ed a  powerful  influence  in  the  early  development  of  all  that  region.  His  knowledge  of  law,  of 
medicine,  of  surveying,  and  of  scientific  farmirg  all  were  used  to  better  the  condition  of 
these  early  pioneers.  He  surveyed  land,  doctored  the  sick,  preached  the  gospel  sat  many 
terms    on    the    Judge's    bench — framed    laws    and    endured    hardships    incredible.1' 

14.  The  writer  of  these  notes  derived  much  information  on  the  subjects  covered,  from 
the  late  Mrs.  Mary  H.  (Kllison)  Curran,  for  many  years  librarian  of  the  Public  Library 
of  Bangor,    Maine. 

Mrs  Curran  devoted  a  considerable  amount  of  time  to  an  ittempt  to  check  up  and  verify 
the  statements  in  this  manuscript,  and  the  writer  las  <'or.e  seme  work  along  the  same  lines. 
The  [lev.  Mr.  Mills  v.  ruto  it  when  somewhat  advanced  in  yep.rs  33  a  memorandum  for  the 
h«nefit  of  His  children,  and  relied  wholly  upon  personal  knowledge  and  family  tradition, 
without  reference  to  any  records  or  other  written  authority.  Such  memoranda  while  very 
valuable,  require  careful  checking  and  always  involve  -in.rs  of  detail  though  generally- 
based    upon   facts. 


and  also  taught  in  the  Geauga  Semi- 
nary. In  1856  he  removed  with  his 
family  to  Tuscola  Co.,  Mich.,  and 
began  life  anew  as  a  pioneer  in  the 
wilderness  On  the  organization  of 
the  '  ownship  of  Fremont  he  was 
in  some  public  township  office  for 
four  years,  when  he  was  elected 
Probate  Judge  of  the  County  and 
served  eight  years.  In  1S08  he  was 
elected  to  the  Michigan  Senate  and 
took  a  prominent  part  in  shaping 
the  railroad  policy  of  the  state.  In 
1879  he  was  in  the  House,  and 
among  other  measures  as  Chairman 
of  the  Committee  on  the  Univer- 
sity introduced  the  measure  to  ex- 
tend and  regrade  the  courses  in  the 
medical  department.  This  met 
with  great  opposition  but  was 
finally  carried-  From  1877  to  1886 
he  was  Secretary  and  Treasurer  of 
of  Hillsdale  College  and  also  filled 
the  chair  of  Ecclesiastical  History 
in  the  Theological  Department 
seven    years.13 

Luke  Mills,  the  son  of  Captain 
Fligood  INI  ills  and  Lucy  Mills,  nee 
Lucas,  was  born  in  1778,  died  Mar. 
1856.  Betsey  Mills,  nee  Goodwin, 
was  born  in  Wells,  Maine,  in 
March.  1782,  and  died  in  Corinna, 
Maine.  Feb.  28,  1SS0,  aged  almost 
98  years.  She  was  a  well-informed, 
intelligent  observer  and  reader,  and 
had  a  marvelous  memory  of  events 
that  had  transpired  during  her  life- 
time. Her  last  illness  was  pain- 
less and  continued  only  a  few- 
hours.1"1 


. 


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It  is  worth  while  to  have  one  of 
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ary issue  of  the  Granite  Monthly : 
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ers    progre 


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And  so  the  present  publisher  ox 
The  Granite  Monthly  plans  to  com- 
plete its  Volume  53  and  hopes  to  go 
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that.  He  thanks  his  patrons,  whom 
lie  counts,  without  exception,  his 
friends,  and  he  would  not  be  averse 
to  being  under  heavier  obligations 
to  them  through  their  mention  of 
the  magazine  to  those  with  whom 
they  chance  to  talk  about  Xew 
Hampshire,  its  past,  present  and 
future. 

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ever}-  advertiser  that  their  aid  will 
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the  Granite  State  a  magazine 
worthv  of  her. 


The  constitutional  convention, 
re-assembled  on  January  2S,  voted 
to  submit  to  the  people  for  ratifica- 
tion amendments  allowing  the  legis- 
lature to  tax  incomes  and  inheri- 
tances, reducing  the  size  of  the 
House  of  Representatives  and  giv- 
ing women  full  rights  as  to  holding 


EDITORIAL 

81 

SSs0s^ouM   ^"adopSd^thTfi^;  r^-     th*u    Wi!!    be   a,most   con- 

■™st  be  or  an   intolerable'  s  tuation  £S T  °'          "^  '""  a,most  everv 

will  be  created  in  New  Hampsh  ,e  w?I     h, T^T?      a"d      instit^°" 

If,  during  the   next   few   veaTs      he  hi  noL      PPA?d    f"OUsl-v-     Go    to 

state   is  forced   to   depend'  unor-    i  v  !",l!%°"   Mar<*  &,  if  you  are  a 

present   sources   of   re^ne ^hel  voUY            "'      HamP**«.      and 
we    snail    have    a    taxation    of    real 


THERE  IS  \  HOUSE  UPON  A  HILL 

By   Mabel    Cornelia   Malson. 
There  is  a   house  upon   a  hill 

W  here  1  delight  to  go  ■ 
It   seems   a    little   nearer   heaven 

than  any  house  I  know. 

White   birches  beckon  up  the  slope. 

i-hnk   phlox  bloom   in   the   vard  - 
New  Hampshire  skies  brood  over  it 

New  Hampshire  hills  stand  guard. 

Calm  haven   for  mv   wandering  feet 

In   sunshine  and   in  storm 
Fur  here  dwell  laughter-loving  hearts 

Brave  hearts,  and   true  and   vv 

Who  give   their   wealth    unstintedly 

v\  ith  open   hands  and  glad 
Rare  comradeship  for  happy  days. 

Wise  comforting  for  sad. 

There  is  a   house   upon  a   hill 

Where  I  delight  to  go  • 
It  seems  a  little  nearer  heaven 
Than    any    house    I    know. 


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A  BOOK  OF  NEW  HAMPSHIRE  INTEREST 


The  Dame  School  of   Experience 

ax::'   Other   Papers.     Bv   Samuel 

McChord      Strothers.      'Pp..    279. 

Cloth.     $2.       Boston:     Houghton 

Mifflin    Company. 

Because  of  his  long-time  summer 
residence  in  our  Carroll  county 
town  of  Madison,  New  Hampshire 
claims  as  her  own  that  wise  and 
witty  essayist  of  today.  Rev.  Dr. 
S.  M.  Crothers,  and  welcomes  the 
successive  appearance  within  book 
covers  of  collections  of  his  maga- 
zine   contributions. 

His  book  list  has  so  lengthened 
that  only  one  more  volume  now  is 
needed  to  complete  a  round  dozen 
of  titles,  of  which  "The  Pleasures 
of  an  Absentee  Landlord''  has  the. 
most  Xew  Hampshire  interest  and 
"The  Gentle  Reader"  is,  perhaps, 
the  best  known  and  most  popular 
of  all.  Together,  they  well  prove 
his  right  to  the  title  one  critic  has 
bestowed  upon  their  author,  "the 
Charles  Lamb  of  American  letters." 

The  present  volume  includes  "An 
Interview^  with  an  Educator,"  ''The 
Teacher's  Dilemma."  "Every  Man's 
Natural  Desire  to  be  Somebody 
Else."  "The  Perils  of  the  Literate," 
"Natural  Enemies  and  How  to  Make 
the  Best  of  Them."  "The  Spiritual 
Adviser  of  Efficiency  Experts," 
"The  Pilgrims  and  Their  Contem- 
poraries." "Education  in  Pursuit  of 
Henry  Adams."  "The  Hibernation 
of  Genius."  "The  Unpreparedness 
of  Liberalism."  "On  the  Evening  of 
a   New  Day.'' 

Without   exception      they  arc     in 


Doctor  Crothers'  best  manner,  very 
true  and  very  keen;  more  so  than 
one  realizes  when  carried  along 
gently  through  the  first  reading  by 
the  whimsical  "charm  of  the  author's 
style.  It  is  upon  after  reflection 
that  one  sees  what  depths  of  wis- 
dom and  experience  have  been 
plumbed,  into  what  safe  harbors  of 
clear  thinking  our  voyage  in  a  book 
has  brought   us. 

Take  a  paragraph  from  the  essay 
upon  "The  Pilgrims"  and  their 
tercentenary  ;  "Today  we  are  better 
able  to. appreciate  the  efforts  of  the 
Puritan  than  were  our  immediate 
predecessors.  We  cannot  accept 
Ins  answers,  but  we  are  beginning 
to  ask  the  same  kind  of  questions. 
We  are  less  sure  than  we  used  to 
be  that  religion  and  politics  can  be 
kept  in  separate  compartments. 
We  are  not  altogether  satisfied  with 
purely  secular  solutions  of  social 
problems.  We  hear  people  talking 
again  about  a  community  church. 
In  an  amendment  to  the  Constitu- 
tion enforcing  Prohibition  we  have 
gone  further  than  the  Puritan  Com- 
monwealth did  in  looking  after  the 
morals  of  the  people.  The  indivi- 
dual conscience  is  more  and  more 
reinforced  by  a  social  conscience  that 
finds  its  expression  in  law.  Our 
philosophers  have  been  telling  us 
that  religion  is  loyalty  to  a  beloved 
community.  All  this  does  not  in- 
dicate a  return  to  the  Puritanism  of 
the  seventeenth  century,  but  it 
makes  seventeenth  century  Puri- 
tanism   more    intelligible    to    us." 


NEW  HAMPSHIRE  NECROLOGY 


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REV.   H.  C.  McDOUGALL 

Rev.  Henry  Clay  McDougall,  tor  21 
years  minister  of  the  Unitarian  Church 
at  Franklin,  died  there  January  4.  He  -was 
h^rn  in  Ypsilanti,  Mich.,  November  22, 
1850,  a  sen  oi  John  and  Mary  (Muir) 
McDottgall.  He  graduated  from  Uni- 
versity oi  Michigan  in  '77  and  taught 
school  tor  several  years,  being  at  one 
time  principal  or"  the  High  Sehuoi  at 
Princeton,  111.  He  prepared  tor  the  mini- 
stry at  Harvard  Divinity  School,  gradu- 
ating' in  1S85.  He  occupied  pulpits  at 
Rockland.  Mass;  Madison,  Wis.,  Marble- 
head,  Mass.,  and  Franklin.  He  was  vice- 
president  of  the  American  Unitarian 
A>?cciation  and  minister-at-large  of  the 
New  Hampshire  Unitarian  Association. 
He  was  president  of  the  board  of  trustees 
of  Proctor  Academy  at  Andover.  His 
wife,  two  sons.  Capt.  James  McDougall 
of  Wilkesbarrc.  Penn..  and  Lieut.  Ken- 
neth McDougall  of  Boston,  both  com- 
missioned during  the  war.  and  a  brother. 
George  McDougall  of  Harvey,  111.,  sur- 
vive. 


LUTLIER  W.   PAUL 

Luther  YV.  Paul  was  burn  in  San  ford. 
Mo.  December  29,  LSI 7.  and  died  in  Man- 
chester, January  2.  1921.  He  was  a  cob- 
bler by  trade  and  a  year  ago  made  a  uair 
of  shoes  v.  hich  he  wore  on  his  102nd 
birthday.  He  cast  his  initial  vote  for 
William  Henry  Harrison  in  1840,  and  had 
exercised  his  right  of  suffrage  at  every 
elecFon  from  that  time  until  1920.  He 
had  been  a  Mason  since  1875.  Fie  is  sur- 
vived by  two  sons,  Edwin  of  Manchester, 
and  Charles  W.,  of  Lincoln.  Nebraska, 
and  by  three  grandchildren. 


•      DR.  WILLIS   P.  CRAIG 

Dr.  Willis  P.  Craig  of  Walpole  was 
killed  by  the  accidental  discharge  of  a 
gun  while  hunting  December  28.  He  was 
born  in  Lemnster.  September  9,  1876.  the 
^on  of  Rockwell  F.  and  Lizzie  B.  Craig. 
He  wa>  educated  at  Vermont  Academy, 
Saxtrins  River,  Vt.,  and  Dartmouth  Col- 
lege where  he  graduated  in  1903.  During 
his  college  career  he  distinguished  him- 
self in  athletics  and  was  a  member  of 
Theta  Delta  Phi  fraternity.  He  gradu- 
ated from  the  Dartmouth  Medical  School 
in  1906.  and  afer  six  months  spent  in 
Boston  hospitals  came  to  Walpole  where 
be  was  in  practice  at  the  time  of  his 
death.     At    the    time    of    the    World    war 


lie  entered  the  United  States  Medical 
corps  with  the  rank  of  captain,  and  was 
stationed  at  Penniman,  Ya.,  where  he 
established  a  regimental  hospital  during 
the  influenza  epidemic.  He  received  his 
discharge  after  the  armistice,  being  then 
stationed  at  Fort  Hancock,  X.  J.  He  was 
a  member  of  Walpole  post  of  the  Ameri- 
can legion.  Dr.  Craig  was  a  32nd  degree 
Mason  and  a  member  of  county,  state  and 
national  medical  associations.  He  is  sur- 
vived by  his  widow,  a  son  and  daughter 
and   step-son ;    his    mother   and    one    sister. 


MRS.  ELLEN  T.  SCALES 

In  the  death  of  Mrs.  Ellen  Tasker 
Scales  the  city  of  Dover  has  lost  one  of 
its  most  estimable  and  best  known  women. 
She  was  born  in  Strafford,  May  30,  1843. 
the  daughter  of  Deacon  Alfred  Talker 
and  his  wife,  Mary  Hill  Tasker.  and  mar- 
ried October  20.  1865,  John  Scales  who 
had  been  her  instructor  at  Strafford 
Academy.  She  assisted  him  in  his  duties 
as  principal  of  Wolfeboro,  Gilmanton  and 
Franklin  academies  and  was  a  very  suc- 
cessful teacher.  Later  she  rendered  valu- 
able aid  to  Mr.  Scales  during  his  editor- 
ship of  the  Dover  Republican  and  Week- 
ly Enquirer.  She  was  the  first  woman 
to  hold  office  in  Dover,  being  five  times 
chosen  to  the  school  board ;  was  a  mem- 
ber of  the  board  of  managers  of  the 
Went  worth.  Home  for  the  Aged  from 
its  organization  and  at  the  time  of  her 
death  its  president.  Mrs.  Scales  was  a 
membei  of  the  First  Congregational 
church,  of  the  D.  A.  R.,  the  Nathan 
Colonists  and  the  Dover  Woman's  Club. 
She  is  survived  by  her  husband ;  their 
son.  Burton  T.  Scales  of  Philadelphia; 
and    two   grandchildren. 


MRS.  J.  W.  NO  YES 

Mrs.  Flarriette  Sherman  Bouton  Noyes. 
widow  of  Hon.  John  Weare  Noyes  ot 
Chester,  a  brother  of  the  late  Prof. 
Daniel  J.  Noyes  of  Dartmouth  College, 
died  November  21.  1920  far  advanced  in 
her  89th  year.  Mrs.  Noyes'  ancestry  wa<= 
of  the  oldest  and  best  in  New  Flampshire. 
She  was  born  in  Concord,  January  25. 
1832,  the  daughter  of  Rev.  Nathaniel  Bou- 
ton. D.  D..  long  one  of  Concord's  most 
revered  ministers.  Her  mother,  Mary 
Ann  Persis  Bell,  was  the  daughter  of 
Gov.  Tohn  Bell  of  Chester,  who  was  Gov- 
ernor' of  New  Hampshire  1828-1829,  and 
hi«.     wife.     Persis     Thorn,     descendants     of 


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the  Scotch-Irish  settler?  of  Londonderry. 
Her  marriage  to  Mr.  Noves  took  place  on 
June  21,  1S55.  Her  only  son.  John  W. 
Xoyes,  Jr..  died  in  early  childhood  She 
has  left  one  daughter.  Miss  Mary  B. 
Xoyes  of  Chester,  and  a  step  daughter, 
Mrs.  William  S.  Greenough  of  Wake- 
field. Mass.;  two  nephews,  Dr.  Louis  Bell 
of  Boston,  and  Rev.  Tilton  Bouton  of 
St.  Petersburg,  Florida:  and  two  halt 
sisters.  Mrs.  Arthur  E.  Clarke  and  Mrs. 
J.  B.  Fogg  of  Manchester.  She  was  edu- 
cated at  private  schools  in  Concord,  and 
later  attended  Mount  Holyoke  Seminary, 
then  under  the  charge  of  Mary  Lyon,  af- 
terward teaching  in  Franklin  and  Fran- 
cestown.  and  Stamford.  Conn.  Than  Mrs. 
Xoyes  there  could  be  no  finer  type  of 
gentlewoman.  Born  and  bred  in  a  chris- 
tian minister's  home.  where  religion 
meant  something  more  than  joining  the 
church,  and  reciting  its  creed,  her  eager 
mind  and  receptive  soul  early  developed 
unusual  social  and  spiritual  refinement. 
The  beauty  of  her  mind  and  heart  drew 
her  many  friends  very  close  to  her.  She 
was  a  member  of  the  Colonial  Dames  of 
Mew  Hampshire,  and  of  the  Daughters 
of  the  American  Revolution.  She  united 
with  the  North  Church  in  Concord,  of 
which  her  father  was  pastor,  in  1849, 
from  which  she  was  dismissed  to  the 
Congregational  Church  in  Chester  in  1860, 
where  she  was  a  zealous  member  for  60 
years,  and  was  long  a  leader  in  the  social, 
philanthropic,  and  religious  life  of  the 
town.  Her  long  residence  in  the  town, 
her  affiliation  with  the  church,  her  active 
participation  in  every  enterprise  in  the 
community  promotive  of  the  public  good, 
her  hospitable  fireside  to  which  everybody 
was  welcomed,  and  last  but  not  least  her 
cordial  and  sympathetic  spirit  had  en- 
deared her  to  all.  Her  removal  by  death 
has  occasioned  in  many  homes  the  sense 
of  personal  loss.  The  beautiful  and  gra- 
cious presence,  beloved  of  the  community 
has   gone    from    us,    hut    the    fragrance   of 


that  lovely  life  abides.  There  is  an  abid- 
ing comfort  in  the  words  of  Whittier. 
"Life  is  ever  Lord  of  death,  and  Love 
can    never   lose    its   own." 


MRS.    ABBIE    S.   AMES 

There  recently  died  in  Allston,  Mass.. 
in  her  79th  year.  Mrs.  Abbie  Scates  Ames, 
who  was  born  on  a  farm  in  Ossipee.  De- 
termined to  get  an  education,  she  taught, 
did  "saleswork"  (sewed  on  men's  gar- 
ments, the  cut-out  materia!  being  left  and 
gathered  by  distributing  agents)  and 
worked  her  way  to  graduation  at  the  New 
England  Masonic  Charitable  Institute  at 
Freedom  (Drake's  Corner),  ranking  as 
the  finest  Latin  scholar  the  Academy  had 
had.  While  teaching  in  Boston,  she  mar- 
ried James  J.  Wright,  a  graduate  of  Har- 
vard University  Law  School,  who  had 
served  three  years  in  the  Union  Army, 
[n  1877.  she  married  Daniel  J.  Ames,  a 
retired  Illinois  pioneer  and  distant  cousin. 
Removing  to  the  Prairie  State,  she  grad- 
ually was  thrown  into  business  responsi- 
bilities and  developed  a  remarkable  faculty 
tor  handling  land  affairs.  As  a  writer, 
she  had  been  a  regular  contributor  of 
short  stories  to  the  famous  Saturday 
X'ight.  of  Philadelphia,  the  Xew  York 
Ledger  and  other  periodicals.  In  her 
travels  through  Illinois  and  Iowa  and  in 
the  Fast,  she  formed  close  friendships 
with  many  prominent  persons,  and  com- 
ing back  to  Boston  to  reside  in  later 
years,  she  kept  up  a  large  correspondence 
and  did  much  writing  of  a  special  nature. 
All  through  the  World  War,  there  were 
United  States  Senators  and  others  who 
were  insistent  upon  her  giving  them  her 
economic  and  political  impressions.  Mrs. 
Ames  was  co-author  with  her  son,  John 
Livingston  Wright,  of  the  book  "Mrs. 
Eagle's  U.  S.  A."  (As  seen  in  a  buggy 
ride  of  1400  miles  from  Illinois  to  Bos- 
ton.) 


UNSATISFIED 

By  Ruth  Basse tt  Eddy: 

I  have  known  the  hurt  of  your  .lips 

And  the  crush  of  your  arm's  embrace 

I  have  watched  your  passionate  eyes 
Gaze  down   on    my   upturned   face. 


I   have   felt   the  beat  of  your  heart 
All  the  sweet,  long  hours  thro'; 

But  I  know  I  have  never  touched 
The  infinite  soul  of  you! 


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THE  HONG!         I  -  -1921 


HARLAN  C.  -PEABSOS,  Publisher 
CONCORD,  IV.  H. 


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S^r-S'k 


Hon.  Leslie  P.  Snow, 
President  ok   the   Senate. 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


Vol.  LI II. 


MARCH,  1921 


No.  3 


THE  STATE  SENATE 

By  Henry  H.  Metcalf. 


Wlile  the  "sew  Hampshire  House 
of  Representatives  has  always  been 
a  larger  body  in  point  of  member- 
ship than  the  lower  branch  of  any 
other  State  legislature,  the  State 
Senate,  was  for  nearly  a  hundred 
years,  smaller  than  that  of  any  other 
state,  with  a  single  exception,  con- 
taining but  twelve  members,  from 
the  adoption  of  the  first  constitution 
in  1784  until  the  number  was  doubl- 
ed by  the  adoption  of  an  amend- 
ment, submitted  by  the  Constitu- 
tional Convention  in  1879. 

In  the  earlier  days  Senators  were 
frequently  re-elected  for  a  number 
of  terms  ;  but  since  the  increase  in 
membership,  and  the  change  from 
annual  to  biennial  sessions,  compar- 
atively few  have  been  re-elected, 
and  cases  are  rare  indeed,  where 
Senators  have  served  more  than  two 
terms.  From  17S4  to  1884  inclusive, 
a  period  of  100  years — including 
three  Senates  after  the  membership 
had  been  doubled,  but  576  different 
men,  in  all,  had  occupied  seats  in 
that  body.  Of  these  the  longest  in 
service  was  Amos  Shepard  of  Al- 
stead,  who  served  in  fifteen  different 
Senates,  between  1786  and  1803  in- 
clusive, having  had  more  elections 
than  any  other  man  in  the  legisla- 
tive, service  of  the  State,  save  Harry 
Bingham  of  Littleton.  Ebenezer 
Smith  of  Meredith,  who  was  a  mem- 
ber of  the  first  Senate,  served  ten 
terms,  between  1784  and  1806;  John 
Waldron  of  Dover  served  nine 
terms,  John  Orr  of  Bedford  as 
many,  and  Moses  I'.  Pay  son  of  Bath 
and   Elisha  Whitcomb  of  Swanzey, 


eight  terms  each.  Jonathan  Harvey 
of  Sutton,  during  seven  years  of  ser- 
vice filled  the  President's  chair  for 
six  terms,  being  excelled  in  that  di- 
rection only  by  Amos  Shepard,  who 
was  President  for  seven  terms  dur- 
ing his  fifteen  years'  service. 

Man}'  able  men  have  seen  service 
in  the  Xew  Hampshire  Senate,  not 
a  few  of  whom  have  occupied  the 
Governor's  chair,  or  served  in  Con- 
gress, or  on  the  Supreme,  bench  of 
the  State ;  though  it  has  generally 
been  held  that  in  average  ability  the 
Senate  as  a  whole,  has  not  surpassed 
the  House.  This  can  hardly  be 
maintained  the  present  year,  how- 
ever, since  there  is  a  larger  propor- 
tion than  usual  of  able  and  exper- 
ienced men  in  the  former  branch, 
and  a  somewhat  smaller  one  in  the 
latter. 

The  membership  of  the  Senate, 
this  year,  includes  the  following: 
District  Xo.  1,  Oscar  P.  Cole  of  Ber- 
lin ;  No.  2,  Elbridge  AW  Snow, 
Whitefield;  No.  3,  Fred  Parker, 
Lisbon ;  Xo.  4,  John  H.  Garland, 
Conway  ;  Xo.  5,  Fred  Gage,  Grafton; 
Xo.  6,  Ellsworth  H.  Rollins,  Alton; 
Xo.  7,  Charles  H.  Bean,  Franklin; 
No.  8.  George  A.  Fairbanks,  New- 
port ;  Xo.  9,  John  G.  Winant,  Con- 
cord ;  Xo.  10,  Fred  O.  Smalley, 
Walpole;  Xo.  11,  Merrill  G.  Sy- 
monds,  JafTrey ;  Xo.  12,  Charles  S. 
Emerson,  Milford;  Xo.  13,  Thomas 
F.  Moran,  Nashua;  Xo.  14,  William 
W.  Flanders,  Weare;  Xo.  15,  Ben- 
jamin H.  Orr,  Concord ;  No. 
16,  William  B.  McKay,  Man- 
chester;  Xo.    17,   Adams    L.    Greer, 


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Manchester;  No.  18,  Thomas  J.  Con- 
way, Manchester;  X<>.  19,  Ferdinand 
Farley.  Manchester;  No.  20,  Leslie 
P.  Snow.  Rochester;  No.  21,  Arthur 
G.  Whittemore,  Dover;  No.  22,  Joe 
VV.  Daniels.  Manchester;  No.  23, 
James  A.  Tufts,  Exeter:  No.  24. 
Oliver  L.  Frisbce,  Portsmouth.  Of 
these,  all  but  three — Messrs.  Con- 
way and  Farley  of  Manchester  and 
Moran  of  Nashua,  are  members  of 
the  Republican  party. 


PRESIDENT    SNOW 

Hox.  Leslie  P.  Snow,  of  Roches- 
ter, Senator  from  District  No.  20, 
was  nominated  for  President,  in  the 
Republican  caucus,  over  Charles  S. 
Emerson  of  No.  12,  and  James  A. 
Tufts  of  No.  23,  both  able  and  ex- 
perienced men.  who  were  also  sup- 
ported for  the  nomination;  and  was 
duly  elected  upon  the  organization 
of  the  Senate,  over  which  he  pre- 
sides with  courtesy,  dignity  and 
grace.  He  is  a  native  of  the  town  of 
Eaton,  born  Oct.  19,  1862.  son  of 
Edwin  and  Helen  M.  (Perkins) 
Snow,  and  a  descendant  of  Nicholas 
Snow  who  emigrated  from  England 
to  Plymouth,  Mass.,  in  1623.  His 
father  was  a  prominent  business 
man  and  leading  Democrat  in  Car- 
roll County  for  many  years,  serving 
many  years  in  the  House  of  Repre- 
sentatives., and  in  the  Senate  in  1891. 

Studying  at  the  Academies  at 
Bridgton  and  Fryeburg,  Me.,  and 
teaching  school  in  his  native  town 
at  the  age  of  16.  he  graduated  from 
Dartmouth  College.  A.  B.,  in  1886, 
and  pursued  the  study  of  law,  gradu- 
ating at  the  Columbian  University, 
(now  George  Washington  Univ.) 
Law  School  in  1890,  in  which  year 
he  was  admitted  to  the  Maryland 
bar,  and  to  the  New  Hampshire  bar 
in  the  following  year.  He  served 
as  Moderator  in  the  town  of  Eaton, 
and  represented  that  town  in  the 
State  legislature    in   1887   and    1888. 


lie  was  a  special  pension  examiner 
for  the  I*.  S.  Government  from  1887 
to  1890,  serving  in  Kansas,  Nebras- 
ka, Colorado  and  Washington,  D.  C, 
and  has  been  in  the  practice  of  his 
profession  as  a  lawyer  in  Roches- 
ter since  1891,  at  first  in  the  firm  of 
Worcester,  Gafney  &  Snow,  subse- 
quently alone,  and  later  and  at  pres- 
ent as  senior  member  of  the  firm  of 
Snow,  Snow  &  Cooper.  For  thirty 
years  he  has  been  active  in  jury 
trials,  and  has  handled  many  im- 
portant cases  in  the  State  and  U.  S. 
Courts. 

He  served  as  a  member  of  the 
Rochester  school  board  from  1899 
to  1904.  and  was  a  delegate  in  the 
recent  Constitutional  Convention, 
taking  an  active  part,  as  a  member 
of  the  Legislative  committee  and 
upon  the  floor  of  the  Convention  in 
shaping  the  action  of  that  body. 
Although  interested  in  public  af- 
fairs and  political  life,  he  has  devot- 
ed his  attention  mainly  to  the  work 
of  his  profession,  in  which  he  has 
won  eminence  and  success.  He  has 
been  president  of  the  Rochester 
National  Bank  since  1902,  is  presi- 
dent of  the  Rochester  Trust  Co.,  of 
the  Prudential  Fire  Insurance  Co., 
and  of  the  Gafney  Home  for  the 
Aged. 

He  was  also  a  director  of  the  Bos- 
ton &;  Maine  R.  R.,  during  its  period 
of  reorganization.  He  is  a  director 
of  the  Rochester  Chamber  of  Com- 
merce, a  member  of  the  Rochester 
City  Club  and  of  the  Rochester 
Country  Club,  of  which  he  lias 
been  president.  He  was  chair- 
man of  the  Rochester  Public  Safety 
committee,  and  of  the  Liberty  Loan 
committee.  County  Chairman  of  the 
War  Savings  committee,  and  prom- 
inent in  various-State  and  New  Eng- 
land agencies  in  War  activities  dur- 
ing the  recent  great  World  conflict. 
In  fraternal  life  he  is  an  Odd  Fel- 
low, an  Elk,  a  32nd  degree  Mason, 
Knight  Templar  and  Shriner,  and  a 
member  of  the  Theta  Delta  Chi  Col- 


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lege  fraternity,  serving  as  president 
of  the  New  England  Association  in 
1886..  He  attends  the  Congrega- 
tional church,  and  lias  served  many 
years  as  Warden   of   the   Society. 

Mr.  Snow  is  an  active  member  of 
the  N.  H.  Bar  Association,  .and 
served  as  its  President  in  1919-20, 
delivering  an  able  annual  address 
at  the  summer  meeting  in  New- 
castle. 

He  married,  November  28,  18S6, 
Susan  E.  Currier  of  Haverhill,  N.  H., 


College  (1012).  Magdalen  College, 
Oxford.  England  (1914)  and  the 
Harvard  Law  School  (1917).  He 
served  as  a  Lieutenant,  and  Aide-de- 
Camp  to  Gen.  Babbitt,  and  later  as 
Captain  in  the  Artillery,  in  the 
American  Expeditionary  Force  in 
France,  and  is  now  a  member  of  his 
father's  law  firm.  The  younger  son, 
graduated  from  Dartmouth  in  1912, 
and  from  Mass.  Institute  of  Tech- 
nology in  1914.  He  passed  the 
West   Point     examination      in    1916 


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Hon.  Oscar  P.  Cole 


who  died  June  6,  1892,  leaving  two 
sons,  Conrad  Edwin,  born  August  6, 
1889,  and  Leslie  Whittemore,  born 
Dec.  9,  1890.  June  7,  1894  he  was 
united  with  Norma  C.  Currier,  his 
present  wife,  who  is  prominent  in 
the  social,  religious  and  educational 
life  of  the  city  and  state,  having 
served  on  the  Rochester  School 
Board  and  been  active  in  the  Red 
Cross  and  other  war  activities.  The 
older  son  is  a  graduate  of  Dartmouth 


and  was  offered  a  lieutenancy  in  the 
regular  army  which  he  declined ; 
but  was  one  of  the  first  to  offer  his 
services  when  the  war  broke  out  in 
1917.  He  was  a  Major  in  the  A.  E. 
F.,  and  following  the  Armistice  or- 
ganized the  Courier  systems  in  the 
enemv   countries. 


Hon.  Oscar  Phipps  Cole,  Sena- 
tor from  District  No.  1,  is  a  native 


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of    Berlin,    where    he    resides,    born 
July  2.   1872.   son   of  Aimer   K.  and 
Clara     (Phipps)   Colo.       His  ances- 
tors came  from   England  to  Massa- 
setts   in    1630.       As     a   boy   he   was 
reared   to   the    labors   of   farm      life. 
and      acquired      a      knowledge      of 
lumbering    and    railroading-.     Seek- 
ing     the      benefits      of       education, 
after    attending-     the      Berlin      pub- 
lic     school,     he   entered   St.     Johns- 
bury  Yt.,  Academy,  from  winch  he 
graduated  in    1892,  entering  the  same 
year    the    Literary    Department    of 
Michigan  University,  at  Ann  Arbor, 
graduating.  A.  B.,  in   1896,  and  then 
entering  the  Law  School,  where  he 
continued    through    1897    and    1898, 
and   would   have  graduated   the   fol- 
lowing year  but  for  the  outbreak  of 
the  war  with  Spain,  when  he  enlist- 
ed in  Co.  A.,  31st  .Michigan  Volun- 
teer   Regiment,    serving   throughout 
the  war.     After  his  return  home  he 
joined    the    X.    H.    National    Guard, 
attaining    the    rank    of    Captain   and 
Major,    and    serving     in     the    latter 
capacity  on  the  Mexican  border,  and 
in  the  overseas  service  in  the  World 
W  ar,     he  was     promoted  in   France 
to  the  rank  of  Lieutanant  Colonel. 
■  In    religion    Senator    Cole    is    an 
Episcopalian,  and   in   politics   a   Re- 
publican.       He    served    as    delegate 
from   the   American    Universities   to 
the     Republican     National     League 
Convention  in  Detroit  in   1897:  was 
for  several  years  a  supervisor  of  the 
check  list  in  Ward   1,  Berlin,  and  a 
representative    from     said    ward     in 
the   legislature   of    1909,   serving  on 
the  committee   on    Military  Affairs, 
by   which   the   military    laws  of  the 
state  were  re-codified*     He  was  de- 
tailed in   1917,  to  serve  on  the  staff 
of  Gov.  Henry  W.  Keves  with  rank 
of  Major.     In  the  Senate,  this  year, 
he  servo  as  chairman  of  the  Com- 
mittee on  Military  Affairs  and  is  a 
member  of  the  Committees  on  Pub- 
lic   Health,    Revision    of   the    Laws, 
(clerk)  and  Soldiers'  Home.     He  is 
the  paymaster  of  the  Cascade  Mills 


of  the  Brown  Co..  is  a  Mason,  ai 
Elk.  a  member  of  the  Spanish  War 
\  eterans,  the  American  Legion,  and 
the  N.  H.  Historical  Society. 

He  married  July  2,  1912,  Miss 
Jane  Broad  of  Colorado  Spring?. 
They  have  one  son,  Phipps,  born 
Tune  27,  1913. 


Hon.  Elbridge  W.  Sxow.  Senatoi 
from  District  No.  2,  native  and  life 
long  resident  of  the  town  of  White- 
field,  was  born  December  7,  I860, 
son  of  David  S.  and  Hannah  (Straw) 
Snow.  He  received  his  education 
in  the  public  schools  of  Whitehekl 
and  at  the  New  Hampton  Literary 
Institution.  He  has  been  engaged 
during  most  of  his  active  life  in  the 
manufacture  of  overalls  and  is  the 
senior  member  of  the  firm  of  Snow 
&  Baker,  extensively  engaged  in  that 
business.  He  takes  a  strong  inter- 
est in  all  measures  calculated  to 
promote  the  welfare  of  the  town, 
and  is  an  active  member  of  the 
YYhitefield  Civic  Association,  cor- 
responding to  the  ordinary  board  of 
trade,  of  which  organization  he  is 
President.  His  religious  affiliation 
is  with  the  Methodist  church  and  in 
politics  he  has  always  been  a  Re- 
publican. He  has  served  his  town 
as  a  library  trustee  and  as  a  member 
of  the  board  of  selectmen,  but  is  par- 
ticularly interested  in  the  cause  of 
education,  having  been  a  member  of 
the  Whitefield  school  board  for 
twenty-two  years.  Fraternally  he 
is  a  Mason  and  an  OddFellow"! 

Senator  Snow  has  had  the  exper- 
ience of  serving  for  two'  terms  in 
the  House  of  Representatives,  hav- 
ing been  first  elected  to  the  Legis- 
lature of  1917,  when  he  held  a  po- 
sition on  the  Committee  on  Manu- 
factures ;  re-elected  for  the  session 
of  1919,  he  was  assigned  by  Speaker 
Tobey  to  the  Chairmanship  of  the 
Committee  on  Liquor  Laws.  In 
the  Senate,  this  year,  he  holds  the 
chairmanship  of  the  Committee  on 


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Manufactures,  is  a  member  of  the 
Committee    on     Education,    and    a 

member  and  clerk  of  the  Public 
Health  and  Roads,  Bridges  and  Ca- 
nals committees. 

On  October  13,  1SS7.  he  was  unit- 
ed in  marriage  with  Dora  M. 
Stevens. 


Hon.  Fred  Parker,  Senator  from 
District  No.  3,  was  born  in  the  town 


sive  business.  He  is  a  Methodist 
in  religion,  and  politically  a  Republi- 
can, active  in  his  party  cause,  and  a 
member  of  the  State  Committee.  He 
has  served  two  years  as  a  selectman, 
six  years  as  auditor;  and  has  been 
a  trustee  of  town  trust  funds  since 
1917.  He  war',  a  representative  from 
Lisbon  in  the  Legislature  of  1909-10, 
serving  on  the  Committees  on  Banks 
and  Labor,  and  as  clerk  of  the  latter 
Committee.     lie   was   appointed   by 


Hox.  Elbridge  W.  Snow 


of  Littleton,  October  23,  1872,  son 
of  Guy  and  Gcorgianna  L.  (Metcalf) 
Parker.  He  was  educated  in  the 
public  schools  of  Littleton  and  Lis- 
bon, and  when  16  years  of  age 
entered  a  general  store  as  a  clerk, 
and  was  engaged  twelve  years  in 
that  capacity,  since  which  time  he 
has  been  in  business  for  himself  in 
the  same  line,  as  head  of  the  firm  of 
Fred  Parker  &  Co.,  for  ten  years 
and    later    alone,    doing    an    exten- 


Gov.  Keyes  Assistant  Justice  of  the 
Lisbon  Police  Court. 

Senator  Parker  is  a  32d  degree 
Mason,  a  Shriner  and  a  member  of 
the  6.  E.  S.,  being  a  Past  Patron  in 
the  order.  He  is  a  member  of  Gold- 
en Grange,  P.  of  H.,  of  Lisbon,  of 
the  Lisbon  Board  of  Trade,  serving 
on  its  finance  committee,  and  also 
on  the  finance  committee  of  the  Dis- 
trict  Nursing  Association. 

On  April  15,  1896,  he  was  united 


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:  la  IV  Moore 
have  one  si 
ifteen  vears 


in  marriage  witn 
Woodsville.       They 
Roger  Moore,   now 
age. 

]  lis  committee  as 
Senate  are  to  the 
Elections  of  which 
and  the  Claim?.  Incorporations  and 
Town-  and  Parishes  Committees,  of 
the  latter  of  which  he  is  also  clerk. 


jignments  in  the 

Committee    on 
he  is  Chairman. 


Hon.  John  H.  Garland, 


Sen; 


tor  of  a  successful  mercantile  buvi- 
ness,  to  which  he  has  also  added 
insurance.     His   religions   affiliation 

is  with  the  Methodists  and  in  poli- 
tics he  has  been  actively  identified 
with  t'ne  Republican  party.  He  has 
served  repeatedly  as  Moderator,  Se- 
lectman. Supervisor  of  the  Check- 
list, Town  Clerk  and  Trustee 
of  Trust  Funds  for  the  town,  which 
latter  two  positions  he  at  present 
holds.  He  has  been  three  times 
elected   a   representative  from   Con- 


Hox.  Frl 

from  District  No.  4,  was  born  in 
Parsonfield,  Me.,  December  23,  1867, 
son  of  John  A.  and  Alice  J.  (Allen) 
Garland.  He  received  his  education 
in  the  common  schools  of  his  native 
town  and  at  the  once  famous  Par- 
sonfield Academy,  and  in  1885  went 
to  Conway  Center,  in  this  state, 
where  he  engaged  as  a  clerk  in  a 
general  store,  in  which  place,  and  in 
which  line  of  business,  he  has  since 
continued,  having  long  been  proprie- 


i  Parker 

way  in  the  General  Court,  his  first 
service  being  in  1905.  when  he  was 
a  member  of  the  Committees  on 
Elections  and  National  Affairs.  Re- 
elected to  the  House  of  1907.  he  ser- 
ved on  the  Incorporations  Commit- 
tee. Returning  again,  in  1915,  he 
was  made  chairman  of  the  Commit- 
tee on  Liquor  Laws. 

His  experience  in  these  three  ses- 
sions in  the  House  qualifies  him  for 
efficient    service    in    the    Senate,   to 


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which  he  was  chosen  last  November, 
anci  in  which  he  is  serving  as  Chair- 
man of  the  Committee  on  Roads, 
Bridges  anci  Canals,  and  is  a  mem- 
ber of  the  Manufactures,  (clerk), 
Public  Improvements,  and  Towns 
and  Parishes  Committees.  He 
holds  membership  in  the  I.  O.  O.  F., 
Patrons  of  Husbandry  and  in  the 
i;.  S.  Fat  Men's  Club.' 

On  May  1,  1890,  he  was  united  in 
n  arriage    with    Rose    A.    Fursdon. 


Hox.  Fred  Gage,  Senator  from 
District  Xo.  5,  was  born  in  Enfield, 
X.  II.,  August  29.  1S62,  son  of  Ros- 
well  and  Sarah  (Little)  Gage,  and 
was  educated  in  the  public  schools 
of  Enfield  and  Grafton,  in  which  lat- 
ter town  he  has  had  his  residence 
since  childhood,  and  where  he  has 
been  actively  engaged  in  agriculture, 
lumbering  and  general  business,  in- 
cluding that  of  an  auctioneer.  He 
attends  the  Christian  church  and  is 


Hon.  John  H.   Gapxand 


They  have  five  children — a  daughter 
Helen  Alice,  26  years  of  age,  a  grad- 
uate of  Fryeburg  Academy  and  the 
Gorham,  Me.,  Xormal  School,  and 
now  a  teacher  in  Massachusetts,  and 
four  sons — Percy  Fursdon  and  John 
Maurice,  24  and  22  years  of  age  re- 
spectively, both  also  graduates  of 
Fryeburg  Academy,  and  Lloyd 
Thomas  and  Robert  Allen,  aged  IS 
and  14.  now  in  school. 


affiliated  with  the  Republican  party. 
He  has  served  his  town  in  various 
capacities — as  Moderator  for  several 
years;  also  as  tax  collector,  treasu- 
rer and  trustee  of  Trust  funds.  He 
was  a  delegate  from  Grafton  in  the 
recent  Constitutional  Convention, 
and  served  as  a  Representative  in 
the  Legislature  of  1919,  when  he  was 
a  member  of  the  Committees  on 
Railroads  and  Roads,  Bridges  and 
Canals. 


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Fraternally  Senator  Gage  is  a  Ma- 
son and  a  Patron  of  Husbandry. 
On  November  2,  1887,  he  was  united 
in  marriage  with  Laura  E.  Bucklin. 
They  have  had  two  children.  A 
daughter,  Ethel  L.,  born  October  6, 
188S,  married  Rollie  C.  Leonard. 
She  died  in  January  1919,  leaving 
five  children.  A  son,  A.  Stuart,  born 
November  21,  1894.  is  married,  and 
has  two  children.  lie  is  engaged  in 
farming  and  woodturning,  and  is  at 


Hont.     Ellsworth    II.    Rollins, 

Senator  from  District  No.  6,  was 
born  in  Alton.  October  26.  1861,  son 
of  Enos  G.  and  Adaline  (Piper)  Rol- 
lins both  his  paternal  and  maternal 
ancestors  being  of  Revolutionary 
stoc.c.  The  Rollins  family  were 
among  the  first  .settlers  of  the  town 
of  Alton,  and  its  representatives 
have  always  been  among  the  ear- 
nest workers  for  the  social  and  civic 
welfare    of    the    community*.     •    Mr. 


-  - 


i0K 


Hon.  Fred  Gage 


present    a    member   of    the    Grafton 
board  of  selectmen. 

In  the  present  Senate,  Senator 
Gage  is  chairman  of  the  Committee 
on  Towns  and  Parishes,  and  a  mem- 
ber of  the  Committees  on  Manufac- 
tures, Public  Improvements  (clerk), 
Roads,  Bridges  and  Canals,  and 
State  Prison  and  State  Industrial 
School. 


Rollins  yreceived  his  education  in 
the  Alton  schools  and  at  Wolfeboro 
Academy.  In  business  he  is  a  lum- 
ber manufacturer  of  forty  years  ex- 
perience, alert  and  progressive  in  his 
ideas,  and  familiar  with  the  prob- 
lems which  confront  men  in  his  line 
of  activity  and  in  the  general  busi- 
ness world,  as  well  as  the  questions 
with  which   the  average  citizen  has 


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to  deal.  In  religion  he  is  a  Congre- 
gationalism and  politically  a  stead- 
last  adherent  of  the  Republican  par- 
ty, in  whose  interest  he  has  labored 
as  well  as  for  the  general  welfare 
of  the  town  by  which  he  has  been 
honored  by  election  to  most  of  the 
offices  within  its  gift;  also  serving 
for  six  vears  as  erne  of  the  Commis- 
sioners of  Belknap  County.  He  was 
a  member  of  the  House  of  Represen- 
tatives in  1893,  serving  on  the.  Corn- 


Senator  Rollins  is  chairman  of  the 
Committee  on  Railroads  and  a  mem- 
ber of  the  Committees  on  Forestry, 
Judiciary  and   Labor. 


I J  ox.  Charles  H.  Beax,  Senator 
from  Du-Trict  No.  7,  was  born  in 
Lebanon,  N.  H.,  July  21,  1866,  son 
of  Reuben  and  Adalinc  (Hoyt)  Bean, 
removing  to  Franklin  in  early  life, 
where  he  was  educated  in  the  public 


Hon.  Ellsworth   H.  Rollixs 


mittee  on  Military  Affairs,  and 
was  a  delegate  in  the  Constitutional 
Conventions  of  1912  and  1918-21. 
He  is  a  32d  degree  Mason,  an  Elk 
and  Knight  of  Pythias,  and  a  mem- 
ber of  various  other  organizations. 
In  manner  he  is  cordial,  sympathetic 
and  easy  of  approach.  He  married 
February  14,  1907,  Miss  Maude 
Weymouth  of  Laconia.  They  have 
one  daughter,  Abbie  Adaline,  now  11 
years  of  age. 


schools,  and  has  since  resided,  and 
where  he  is  engaged  in  the  moving 
picture  business,  is  owner  and  man- 
ager of  the  Pastime  Theatre,  and  is 
the  head  of  the  State  organization 
of  those  engaged  in  that  interest. 
He  is  a  thoroughly  public  spirited 
citizen  and  his  theatre  is  often  open- 
ed for  the  use  of  public  gatherings, 
and  frequently  without  charge.  In 
religion  he  is  a  Roman  Catholic. 
He  is  a  Knight  of  Columbus  and  of 


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the  Maccabees,  and  an  Elk.  being 
First  Exalted  Ruler  of  Franklin 
Lodge,  B.  P.  O.  E.  1280,  and  a  Past 
District  Deputy  of  the  order. 

In  politics  he  is  a  Republican:  He 
represented  Ward  o.  Franklin,  in  the 
Legislature  of  1905.  serving  as  a 
member  oi  the  Committee  on 
Towns.  In  1911  he  represented  the 
former  Sixth  District  in  the  State 
Senate    when    he   was   Chairman   of 


chant.  They  have  one  son,  Charles 
II.  Bean,  Jr..  now  thirty  years  of 
age.  who  is  married,  has  a  son  eight 
years  of  age.  and  is  the  operator  of 
his  father's  motion  picture  theatre. 
Senator  Bean  is  Chairman  of  the 
Fisheries  and  Game  Committee  and 
a  member  of  the  Public  improve- 
ments. State*"  Hospital,  and  State 
Prison  and  Industrial  School  Com- 
mittees. 


Hon.  Charles  H.   Bean 


the  Coram  ttee  on  State  Hospital 
and  amem!):r  of  the  Committees  on 
Revision  of  the  Laws,  Elections,  La- 
bor and  Fisheries  and  Game.  He 
was  elected  a  delegate  from  his 
Ward  to  the  Constitutional  Conven- 
tion in  1912,  and  at  the  last  election 
was  returned  to  the  State  Senate 
from  the  present  Seventh  District, 
where  his  former  experience  renders 
him    a    valuable    member. 

He  was  united  in  marriage,  Octo- 
ber 20,  1889,  with  "Miss  Mary  Mer- 


FIo.v.  George  Arlington  Fair- 
banks, Senator  from  District  No.  8, 
was  born  in  the  town  of  Newport, 
where  he  has  always  resided,  March 
24,  1863,  son  of  George  H.  and  Helen 
M.  (Nourse)  Fairbanks.  He  was 
educated  in  the  Newport  schools, 
graduating  from  the  high  school  in 
1881,  studied  one  year  at  Tilton 
Seminary,  and  later  engaged  in 
mercantile  life  in  Newport,  in  which 
he  continued  successfully  for  four- 
teen  years.        In   1899,   in   company 


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with  George  A.  Dorr,  he  purchased 
the  Granite  Stale  Mills  at  Guild  in 
Newport,  which  had  been  for  some 
time  practically  dormant,  made  ex- 
tensive improvements  and  in  a  short 
time  had  the  same  running-  in  a  high 
state  of  efficiency,  employing  a 
large  force  and  doing  a  profitable 
business,  from  which  he  retired  some 
two  years  since.  Meanwhile  he  has 
always  been  interested  in  agricul- 
ture, as  was  his  father  before  him. 


Methodist  General  Conference  at 
Des  Moines.  Iowa.  Politically  he 
has  always  been  identified  with  the 
Republican  party.  He  served  twelve 
years  as  a  member  of  the  Newport 
school  board,  and  was  a  Represen- 
tative from  .that  town  in  the  Legis- 
lature of  1917,  serving  as  Chairman 
of  the  Railroad  Committee  and 
member  of  the  Committee  on 
Banks.  In  1916  he  was  one  of  the 
Republican  candidates  for  Presiden- 


Hon.  Charles  A.  Fairbanks 


and  his  home  is  a  spacious  residence 
on  the  old  Fairbanks  place,  com- 
manding a  fine  view  of  the  village, 
and  located  on  the  spot  where  he 
was  born. 

In  religion  he  is  a  member  and  ac- 
tive worker  in  the  Methodist  Epis- 
copal church,  and  he  has  also  been 
prominent  in  the  work  of  the  Sul- 
livan Co.,  Y.  M.  C.  A.  In  1920  he 
was  one  of  the  two  lay  delegates 
from   the   N.   H.   Conference   in   the 


tial  electors.  In  the  Senate  this 
year,  he  is  Chairman  of  the  Finance 
Committee,  and  a  member  of  the 
Committees  on  Agriculture  (clerk), 
Banks  (clerk),  Manufactures  and 
Railroads. 

Senator  Fairbanks  is  a  Royal  Arch 
Mason  (Past  High  Priest  of  the 
Chapter  of  the  Tabernacle)  and  a 
Shriner.  He  is  a  director  and  presi- 
dent of  the  Citizens  National  Bank 
of  Newport;  director  and  treasurer 


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of  the  Carrie  F.  Wright  Hospital, 
and  a  trustee  of  Tilton  Seminary 
and  president  of  the  board. 

He  married,  October  22,  18X5. 
Margaret  A.  Gil-more  oi  Newport. 
They  have  three  children — Helen 
M.,  a  graduate  of  the  Lucy  Wheel- 
ock  Training  School,  for  seme 
time  a  sucessful  kindergarten 
teacher,  now  Mrs.  Horace  A. 
Rediicld  of  Mount  Vernon,  N. 
Y.     (two    children  i  :    Marian     S.,    a 


Hox.  John  Gilbert  Winant, 
Senator  for  District  Xo.  9.  Avas  horn. 
in  New  York,  February  23,  18S9.  son 

of  Frederick  and  Jeanette  L.  (Gil- 
bert)  Winant.  He  was  educated  at 
St.  Paul's  School,  Concord,  X.  H., 
and  Princeton  University,  Prince- 
ton. X.  J.,  graduating  from  the  lat- 
ter in  the  class  of  1913.  Since  that 
time  he  lias  been  a  teacher  at  St. 
Paul's  school,  except  during  a  period 
cf  21   months  in   the  service  during 


Hox.  Jonx  G.  Winant 


graduate  of  Boston  University  and 
a  talented  soprano  singer,  now  Mrs. 
Harold  D.  Andrews  of  Concord,  and 
Harold  G.,  a  graduate  of  Tilton 
Seminar}.-,  who  served  in  the  late 
war,  eniisting  in  the  Coast  Artillery, 
and  later  served  as  a  Lieutenant  in 
the  Quartermaster's  Corps,  over- 
seas, who  is  now  married  and  engag- 
ed in  business  in  Xewport. 


the  World  War.  He  enlisted  as  a 
private  in  the  American  Expedition- 
ary Force ;  was  later  commissioned 
in  the  air  service,  and  served  on  the 
front  as  a  pilot  and  squadron  com- 
mander in  observation  aviation. 
Since  his  return  he  has  been  an  As- 
sistant Principal  at  St.  Paul's.  In 
religion  he  is  an  Episcopalian,  and 
in  politics  a  Republican  of  progres- 


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sive  tendencies.  He  was  a  Repre- 
sentative from  Ward  7.  in  the  Leg- 
islature of  1917,  serving  as  a  mem- 
ber and  clerk  of  the  Committee  on 

Revision  of  the  Statutes,  and  as 
Chairman  of  the  joint  committee 
on  State  House  and  State  House 
Grounds.  In  the  Senate,  this  year, 
he  is  Chairman  of  the  Committee  on 
Agriculture,  a  member  and  clerk  of 
the  Committe  :s  on  Education,  Ju- 
diciary  and    State    Hospital,   and    a 


Hon.  Fred  O.  Smallev,  Senator 
from  District  No.  10.  was  horn  in 
Rockingham,  Yt..  December  9,  1857, 
son  of  Orren  E.  and  Elizabeth 
(  Roundy)  Smalley,  and  was  educat- 
ed in  the  Rockingham  public  schools. 
He  is  a  farmer,  living  upon  the  Con- 
necticut River  farm  in  Walpole, 
which  he  purchased  35  years  ago, 
to  which  he  has  made  extensive  ad- 
ditions, including  meadow,  pasture 
and    woodland,    and    another    entire 


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Hon.  Fred  O.   Smalley 


member  of  the  joint  standing  com- 
mittee on   Engrossed   Bills. 

He  is  an  Odd  Fellow,  a  Patron  of 
Husbandry  and  a  member  of  the 
Wonolancet  Club  and  the  Concord 
Chamber  of  Commerce,  in  which 
work  he  takes  an  active  interest 

On  December  20,  1919,  he  was 
united  in  marriage  with  Constance 
R.  Russell  of  New  York.  They 
have  a  daughter.  Constance  R., 
horn  January  3,  1921. 


farm,  so  that  he  has  now  a  farm  of 
420  acres,  in  excellent  condition. 
Politically  he  is  a  life  long  Republi- 
can, and  has  always  been  interested 
in  whatever  pertains  to  the  welfare 
of  the  town.  He  is  chairman  of  the 
Town  Trust  Funds,  has  served  two 
terms  on  the  board  of  Selectmen, 
during  one  of  which  terms  he  built 
the  tirst  mile  of  State  road  construct- 
'ed  in  town,  and  was  a  member  of  the 
House  of  Representatives  during  the 


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last  session  of  the  Legislature, 
serving  on  the  Committee  on  Agri- 
culture. 

In  religion  he  is  a  Universalis! 
ami  in  fraternity  life  lie  is  an  Odd 
Fellow  and  a  Patron  of  Husbandry. 
He- is  a  member  of  the  Cheshire 
County  Farm  Bureau,  serving  on  the 
executive  board  of  that  organization, 
and  is  president  of  the  Cheshire 
County  Fanners'   Exchange. 

December    20,    1883,    he    married 


Ordnance  Department  in  the  late 
World    War. 

Senator    Smaller    is    chairman   of 

the  Senate  Committee  on  Labor,  and 
a  member  of  the  Committees  on  Ag- 
riculture, Claims  and  Roads,  Bridges 
and    Canals. 


_  Hon.  Merrill  Gould  Svmoxds, 
Senator  from  District  No.  11,  was 
born  in   Rindge,  April  30,  18S2,  son 


Ho.v.   Mkrrill  G.    Sy: 


Nora  E.,  daughter  of  Martin  R.  and 

Laurenza  (Davis)  Lawrence,  of 
Rockingham  Vt.  They  have  two 
sons  Dean  F.,  born  July  22,  1885 
and  Lee  S..  born  April  23,  1887. 
T.oth  are  graduates  of  the  New 
Hampshire  College  in  the  four  years 
Mechanical  Engineering  course. 
lJean  K  who  is  in  the  employ  of  the 
General  Electric  Company  of  Lvnn 


Mass 

dren. 


is  married  and  has  three  chil- 
Lee  S.,  was  a  Captain  in  the 


of  Augustus  F.  and  Addie  (Wether- 
bee)  Symonds.  He  was  educated 
in  the  Rindge  public  schools  and  at 
Mt.  Hermon  Academy,  Northfield. 
Mass.  He  resided  in  Rindge  until 
1910,  engaged  in  lumbering,  and 
serving  three  years  on  the  board  of 
selectmen.  Removing  to  East  Jaf- 
frey  in  1910,  he  has  there  been  "en- 
gaged in  the  manufacture  of  box 
shooks  and  match  blocks,  as  a  mem- 
ber of  the  Bean  and  Symonds  Co., 


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of  which  he  is  secretary  and  treas- 
urer, and  is  also  connected  villi 
various  other  business  activities. 
He  is  a  director  of  the  Monadnock 
National  Hank  and  chairman  of  its 
Loaning  Committee;  trustee  of  the 
M  »nadnock  Savings  Bank;  a  direc- 
tor of  die  Annett  Box  Co..  oi  the 
l  an  rev  Development  Co..  of  the 
Jaffrey  Construction  Co..  and  vice- 
president  of  the  Building  and  Loan 
Association,  and  a  trustee  of  Conant 
Academy  funds. 


mil  tee  on  Banks,  and  a  member  of 
the  Finance  (clerk),  Fish  and 
Game,  Incorporations  and  Labor 
Committees. 

He  is  a  Knight  Templar,  Mason, 
and  Shriner,  and  a  member  of  the 
1.  O.  O.  F.  He  was  united  in  mar- 
riage, September  22.  1910,  with 
Miss  Marion  E.  Garfield  of  Jaffrey. 


Hon.  Charles  Sumner  Emerson, 
Senator  from  District  No.  12,  native 


Hon.   Charles   S.  Emerson 


Senator  Symonds  attends  the 
Baptist  church  and  in  politics  is  an 
active  Republican.  He  has  been  for 
ten  years  a  supervisor  of  the  check- 
list in  Jaffrey,  and  for  six  years  a 
member  of  the  Play  Grounds  Com- 
mittee. He  was  a  Representative 
from  Jaffrey  in  the  Legislature  of 
1919,  serving  on  the  Committee  on 
Appropriations.  In  the  Senate,  this 
year,  he  is  Chairman  of  the  Com- 


and  life-time  resident  of  .Milford, 
was  born  April  2,  1866,  son  of  Sum- 
ner B.  and  Martha  A.  (Bales)  Emer- 
son, and  received  his  education  in 
the  Milford  schools  and  at  Cushing 
Academy,  Ashburnham,  Mass.  Af- 
ter a  short  period  of  school  teach- 
ing, he  entered  the  furniture  and 
hume-furnishing  store  of  his  father, 
in  which  he  has  continued  to  the 
present  time,  having  been  for  many 


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years  the  directing  spirit  in  a  large 
and  growing  business,  as  well  as  a 
potent  Figure  in  town  and  com- 
munity affairs.  He  is  president  of 
the  Milford  Building  and  Loan  As- 
sociation, president  of  the  Granite 
Savings  Bank,  ex-president  of  the 
■Milford  Hospital  Association,  and 
has  served  as  secretary  and  presi- 
dent of  the  Milford  Board  of  Trade. 

Politically  Senator  Emerson  has 
long  been  an  active  and  prominent 
Republican.  He  has  been  the  town 
moderator  since  1910,  .  and  served 
with  marked  ability  as  a  represen- 
tative in  the  state  legislature  of  1907 
and  1909,  acting  as  chairman  of  the 
House  Committee  on  Public  Im- 
provements each  year.  Largely  to 
his  influence  is  due  the  permanent 
retention  of  the  State  Capital  in 
Concord  and  ihe  following  enlarge- 
ment of  the  state  house  and  passage 
of  the  Trunk  line  highway  bill.  He 
is  prominent  in  the  Congrega- 
tional church  in  Milford  and  the 
state  at  large,  serving  as  superin- 
tendent of  the  Sunday  School,  and 
as  Moderator  of  the  X.  H.  Confer- 
ence of  Congregational  Churches  in 
1915-16.  He  has  long  been  active 
in  Odd  Fellowship,  is  a  Past  Grand 
Master  of  the  Grand  Lodge  of  N. 
H.,  and  served  for  twelve  years  as 
grand  representative  to  the  Sov- 
ereign Grand  Lodge.  He  was  ap- 
pointed by  Gov.  Keyes,  chairman  of 
the  Trustees  of  the  State  Industrial 
School  and  of  the  N.  H.  Pilgrim 
Tercentary  Committee.  During  the 
world  war  he  served  as  chairman  of 
the  2nd  Hillsboro  County  Selective 
•Draft  Board  and  as  a  member  of  the 
State   Committee   of    Public   Safety. 

June  13,  1889,  he  married  Miss 
Estelle  F.  Abbott.  They  have 
four-  children,  three  sons  and  a 
'daughter.  The  elder  son,  Dean  A., 
'(Dartmouth,  1914,  Thayer  School, 
1916),  served  as  a  lieutenant  in  the 
Aviation    branch    of     the     A.    E.    F. 

The  second  son.  Sumner  B., 
(Dartmouth  1917).  was  a  lieutenant 


in  the  balloon  section,  Aviation 
branch.  The  third,  Mark  F.,  is  a 
student  in  the  Milford  High  School. 
Senator  Emerson  is  chairman  of 
the  committee  on  Revision  of  the 
Laws  and  a  member  of  the  For- 
estry, Public  Health.  School  for 
Feeble-Minded  and  State  Prison 
and  Industrial  School  Committees 
and  is  ready  and  active  in  the  dis- 
cussion of  all  matters  of  impor- 
tance coming  before  the  Senate. 


Hon.  Thomas  F.  Moran,  Senator 
from  District  No.  13,  was  born  in 
the  city  of  Nashua,  which  has  al- 
ways been  his  home,  June  13,  1876, 
sou  of  Michael  and  Mary  (Sweeney) 
Moran.  He  received  his  prepara- 
tory education  in  the  Nashua  pub- 
lic schools,  pursued  the  study  of 
law  and  graduated  from  the  Boston 
University  School  of  Law  in  1900, 
in  which  year  he  was  admitted  to 
the  New  Hampshire  bar,  and  com- 
menced the  practice  of  his  profes- 
sion as  a  partner  of  Hon.  Edward 
H.  Wason,  present  Representative 
in  Congress  from  the  second 
New  Hampshire  District,  which  re- 
lation has  continued  to  the  present 
time,  the  firm  doing  an  extensive 
business  and  the  burden  of  the 
work  necessarily  falling  upon  Mr. 
Moran,  since  Mr.  Wason's  congres- 
sional service  began. 

Politically  Mr.  Moran  is  a  mem- 
ber of  the  Democratic  party  and  is 
prominent  in  its  councils.  He- 
served, as  a  member  of  the  Nashua 
Board  of  Aldermen  in  1907-8,  and 
was  a  Representative  in  the  Legis- 
lature in  1905,  when  he  was  a  mem- 
ber of  the  Judiciary  Committee. 
He  was  also  a  delegate  from  his 
ward  in  the  Constitutional  Conven- 
tion of  1912.  He  has  frequently 
been  urged  to  be  a  candidate  for 
Mayor  of  his  city,  but  has  never 
been  disposed  to  do  so.  In  the 
present  Senate  he  is  chairman  of 
the  Committee  on     Claims     and  a 


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member  of  the  Elections.  (Clerk) 
Judiciary,  Rule?  and  Soldiers' Home 
Committees,  and  of  the  Joint  Com- 
mittees on  Rules  and  Engrossed 
bills.  He  is  a  ready  and  forceful 
speaker  and  frequently  heard  in  de- 
_bate. 

Senator  Mo  ran  is  a  Roman  Catho- 
lic in  religion,  a  Knight  of  Colum- 
bus, Elk,  Hibernian,  Forester,  and 
a  member  of  the  Nashua  "Country 
Club.       August   30,    1905,   he      was 


Julia  (Hardy)  Flanders.  Fie  re- 
ceived his  education  at  the  Clinton 
Grove  Academy  and  from  private 
instructors,  and  for  the  last  thirty 
years  or  more  has  been  successful- 
ly engaged  in  the  manufacture  of 
tool  handles  and  small  hardware 
specialties  at  North  Weare,  which 
is  his  post  office  address.  He  takes 
an  active  interest  in  all  matters  per- 
taining to  the  welfare  and  prosperi- 
ty of  his   town  ;  is  president  of  the 




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Hon.  Thomas  F.  Moran 


united  in  marriage  with  Maude  C. 
Matthews.  They  have  hvc  chil- 
dren: Kenneth,  Dorothy  M.,  Made- 
line, Barbara,  and  Thomas  F.  Jr., 
varying  in  age  from  fourteen  to  live 
years. 


Hon.  William  W.  Flanders, 
Senator  from  District  No.  14,  was 
born  in  the  town  of  Weare,  Septem- 
ber  30,    1869,    son   of   William    and 


Weare  Board  of  Trade,  and  a  mem- 
ber of  the  New  Hampshire  Manu- 
facturers Association.  He  is  also 
vice-president  and  general  manager 
of  the  Weare  Improvement  and 
Reservoir  Association,  and  his  most 
important  work  has  been  along  the 
line  of  water  power  development  in 
the  Piscataquog  River  region.  In 
religion  he  is  a  llniversalist,  and  in 
politics  a  Republican,  though  his 
town  is  irenerallv  Democratic.     He 


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was  elected  to  the  last  House  of 
Representatives,  however,  being"  the 
first  Republican  chosen  to  the  Leg- 
islature from  Weare  in  twenty 
years.  He  was  a  member  of  the 
Appropriations  Committee,  took  an 
active  part  in  its  deliberations,  and 
was  a  frequent  speaker  in  the 
House.  In  the  Senate,  this  year. 
Mr.  Flanders  is  assigned  to  the 
Chairmanship  of  the  Committee  on 
Public  Improvements  and  member- 


American  ancestry,  June  5,  1873, 
a  son  of  John  and  Elizabeth  A. 
(Hall)  Qrr.  His  father  was  a 
farmer,  and  postmaster  of  his  town 
for  25  years.  He  was  educated  in 
the  schools  of  his  native  town, 
learned  the  plumber's  trade  in 
youth,  coming  to  Concord  more 
than  a  quarter  of  a  century  ago, 
and  soon  establishing  himself  in 
business,  in  which  George  H.  Rolfe 
became    a    partner      about      sixteen 


Ho.w  William  \V.  Flanders 


ship  on  Claims,  Finance  and  Labor 
Committees. 

May  29,  1890,  he  was  united  in 
marriage  with  Miss  Mabel  Thorn- 
ton of  Weare,  by  whom  he  has  had 
four  children:  Theodore  \\\,  Marion 
J.,  (deceased),  Russell  B.,  and  Isa- 
dore   R. 


Hox.  Benjamin  Hall  Okr,  Sena- 
tor from  District  No.  15,  was  born 
in  Armagh,   Quebec,  of   Scotch  and 


years  ago.  Here  he  has  continued 
since,  the  firm  conducting  an  ex- 
tensive business  as  plumbing  and 
heating  contractors,  though  he  was 
personally  absent  four  years,  from 
1913  to  1917,  while  engaged  in  the 
same  line  of  business  with  a 
brother  in   Vancouver,  B.  C. 

Politically  a  Republican,  he  serv- 
ed several  years  as  Moderator  in 
Ward  5,  from  which  he  was  elected 
to    the    legislature    of    1919    by    the 


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largest  majority  ever  given  any 
man  in  the  ward,  and  served  as  a 
member  of  the  House  Committee  on 

Education.  At  the  last  election,  as 
his  party's  candidate  for  Senator, 
he  also  received  the  largest  majori- 
ty ever  cast,  and  that  against  the 
strongest  Democrat  in  the  district. 
J  lis  committee  assignments  in  the 
Senate  are  Chairman  of  the  State 
Hospital  Committee  and  member  of 
the     Committees      on        Education, 


Hox,  William  B.  McKay,  Sena- 
tor from  District  No.  16.  is  a  native 
of  Concord,  where  he  was  born, 
February  5,  1875.  son  of  William  B. 
and  Catharine  (McDonald)  McKay. 
He  was  educated  in  the  public 
schools  of  Concord  and  Manchester 
in  which  latter  city  he  has  resided 
since  childhood,  having  long  been 
employed  by  the  Amoskeag  Mfg. 
Co.,  for  which  corporation  he 
has    been    for    some    time    overseer 


Hox.   Bexj 

Manufactures,  Public  Health,  and 
Railroads,  also  of  the  Joint  Com- 
mittee on  State  House  and  State 
House  yard. 

Senator  Orr  attends  the  South 
Congregational  Church,  is  a  32nd 
degree  Mason,  Knight  Templar, 
Shriner,  and  a  member  of  the  Won- 
olancet  Club  of  Concord.  He  mar- 
ried, September  21,  1908,  Caroline 
Dudley  of  Concord.  They  have  two 
sons,  Dudley,  born  June  21,  1908, 
and  John,  March  29,"  1914. 


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of  printing  and  is  editor  of  the 
Amoskeag  Bulletin,  published  semi- 
monthly in  the  mills..  He  has  seen 
21  years  of  service  in  the  N.  H.  N. 
G.,  and  is  at  present  Captain  of 
Headquarters  Company  in  the  N. 
H.  State  Guard.  He  is  a  Congre- 
gationalist  in  religion,  and  political- 
ly a  Republican.  He  was  a  Repre- 
sentative from  Ward  9,  Manches- 
ter, in  the  Legislature  of  1917, 
serving  as  Chairman  of  the  Com- 
mittee  on    Military  Affairs,   and   as 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


a  member  of  the  Committee  on  Rail- 
roads. 

Senator  McKay  is  Past  Exalted 
Ruler  of  Manchester  Lodge,  No. 
146,  B.  P.  O.  E..  and  present  District 
Deputy  Grand  Exalted  Ruler  for 
New  Hampshire.  He  is  also  a  mem- 
ber of  Wildey  Lodge,  No.  45,  I.  O. 
O.  P.,  and  of  Social  Rebckah  Lodge; 
a  member  of  the  Golden  Cross  and 
a  member  and  past  president  of  the 
Amoskeas;    Textile  Club.       He  was 


Hon.    Adams    Leonard    Greer, 

Senator  for  District  No.  17.  was 
born  in  the  town  of  Dunbarton, 
January  8.  1879.  son  of  John  E.  and 
Carrie  (Roberts)  Greer,  and  was 
educated  in  the  public  schools,  the 
Goffstown  High  School  and  Man- 
chester Business  College.  Eor  the 
last  22  years  he  has  been  a  mem- 
ber of  the  Greer  Piano  Company, 
of  which  he  is  treasurer,  the  com- 
pany   having'    two      stores,    one    in 


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Hox.  William   D.  McK.v 


active  in  the  war  work  during  the 
late  world  struggle,  and  was  local 
Food  Administrator  for  Manchester. 
In  the  present  Senate  Mr.  McKay 
serves  as  Chairman  of  the  State 
Prison  and  Industrial.  School  Com- 
mittee, a  member  and  clerk  of 
the  committee  on  Military  Affairs, 
and  as  a  member  of  the  Committee 
on  Railroads  and  Revision  of  the 
Laws.  He  is  married  and  has  one 
daughter,   Laura,  aged    17  years. 


Manchester  and  one  in  Concord. 
In  religion  he  is  affiliated  with  the 
Baptists  and  in  politics  is  a  Repub- 
lican, and  represented  Ward  3, 
Manchester,  in  the  Legislatures  of 
1915  and  1919,  serving  on  the  Rail- 
road Committee  the  former  year, 
and  on  Incorporations  and  Military 
Affairs  in  the  latter,  being  Chair- 
mon   of   Incorporations. 

Senator   Greer   was   a   member  of 
the    Manchester    Eire      Department 


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107 


for  16  year?  and  two  year?  company 
clerk.  He  also  served  16  years  in 
Battery  A..  X.  II.  X.  G.  and  was 
First  Sergeant  when  discharged  in 
1916.  He  is  an  Odd  Fellow-;  Red 
Man,  Knight  of  Pythias  (member 
of  Astrobad  Temple,  No.  150),  a 
member  of  the  American  .Mechanics, 
of  the  Calumet  Club  of  Manchester 
and  of  the   Battery   Association. 

in  the  Senate  he  holds  the  chair- 
manship of  the  Committee  on  Pub- 


educated  in  the  Parochial  Schools 
of  that  city.  He  is  a  Roman  Catho- 
lic, a  Democrat,  and  by  occupation 
a  street  railway  conductor.  He  is 
married  and  has  four  children.  He 
was  for  some  time,  lieutenant  in 
the  Sheridan  Guards  and  member  of 
its  Veterans  Association.  He  is  a 
member  of  the  Foresters  of  Ameri- 
ca, and  of  the  Street  Railway  Men's 
Union.  He  served  in  the  State 
Legislature    in    1919,    and      was      a 


Hon.  Ada.is   1.  Greei 


He  Health ;  is  a  member  and  clerk 
of  the  Committee  on  Claims,  and  a 
member  of  the  Finance  and  Military 
Affairs   Committee. 

June   27,    1907,   he   was   united   in 
marriage   with   Miss  Julia   Canton. 


member  of  the  House  Committee 
on  Military  Affairs.  In  the  Senate, 
this  year,  he  is  Chairman  of  the 
Soldiers'  Home  Committee,  clerk 
of  Fisheries  and  Game,  and  Labor 
Committees,  and  a  member  of  the 
Committees  on  Military  Affairs 
and   School    for   Feeble    Minded. 


Hox.  Thomas  J.  Cox  way,  Sena- 
tor from  District "Xo.  18,  was  born 
in    Manchester   July    17,    1SS5,   and 


Hox.    Ferdinand    P'arley,   Sena- 
tor from  District  Xo.  19,  was  born 


10S 


THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


at  St.  bimon,  Quebec,  educated  in 
Nashua  Schools.  Boston  English 
Higlv  School  Harvard  College  and 
the  Harvard  Law  School,  and  is  a 
practicing  attorney  in  Manchester. 
In  relig,on  he  is  a  Roman  Catholic 
and  m  politics  a  Democrat  He 
was  a  member  of  the  House  o\  Rep- 
resentatives in  1917.  serving  on  the 
Committees  on  Revision  of  the 
Statutes  and  Unfinished  Business 
In   the  present   Senate   he   is   Chair- 


(Barstow)  Whittemore,  bein-  a 
descendant  on  the  paternal  sid?.  of 

1  ni.mas  \\  hittemore  who  settled  in 
Cambridge  Mass.,  in  1642;  and,  on 
the  maternal  side,  of  Elder  William 
Brewster  of  the  Pilgrim  Colon  v. 
«e    was      educated      at      Pembroke 

£S /e,mUnd  ,the  Harvard  Law 
School  188C/.  when  he  was  admitted 
to  the  bar  and  commenced  practice 
m  Dover  where  he  has  continued, 
tie  is  an   Episcopalian   in     religion 


s-ii.  .i>  ^^a.;:^jj 


Ho.v.  Arthur 
man  of  the  Committee  on  School 
for^ebleMmdedandamcmberof 
the  Committees  on  Revision  of  the 
Laws,  State  Hospital,  and  State 
i  nson  and  State  Industrial  School 
being  clerk  of  the  latter. 


Hon  Arthur  Gilman  Whitte- 
more. Senator  from  District  No 
fV  was  born  in  Pembroke,  Julv  26 
1&>6,    son   of  Aaron    and   Ariannah 


G.  Whittemore 

and  in  politics  a  Republican.  He 
has  .served  13  years  as  water  com- 
missioner of  Dover;  was  Mayor  of 
the  city  in  1901-2-3,  during  which 
time  the  new  city  library  and  high 
school  building  were  erected;  serv- 

mo7hc  H°USe  of  Representatives 
in  IJU6;  was  a  member  of  the  State 
Board  of  Railroad  Commissioners 
from  1903  to  1911,  and  Chairman  the 
last  three  years;  member  of  the 
Constitutional   Convention  of  1912- 


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109 


member  of  the  Executive  Council  in 
1919-20,  serving  as  Chairman  of  the 
Committee  on  Highways,  repre- 
senting the  Governor  and  Council; 
Chairman  of  the  Committee  on 
medals  and  certificates  for  return- 
ed sailors,  and  member  of  the  board 
of  State  Prison  trustees.  Chosen 
to  the  State  Senate  at  the  last  elec- 
tion, he  is  serving  as  Chairman  of 
the  Judiciarv  Committee  and  as  a 
member  of  the  Commttees  on 
Banks,  Finance,  Fisheries  and 
Game  and  Railroads 

Senator  Whittemore  is  much  in- 
terested in  New  Hampshire  History 
and  Genealogy,  is  Governor  of  the 
X.  H.  Society  of  Colonial  Wars  and 
President  of  the  X.  H.  Genealogical 
Society.  He  is  a  director  of  the. 
Strafford  National  Bank  and  vice- 
president  of  the  Straff'ord  Savings 
hank.  During  the  late  war  he 
served  as  Chairman  of  the  Strafford 
County  Draft  Board.  He  married, 
June  27.  1887,  Caroline  B.  Rundlett. 
They  have  two  children,  Manvel, 
a  graduate  of  Dartmouth  1912,  ad- 
mitted to  the  bar  in  1915  and  now  a 
sucessful  lawyer  in  New  York,  and 
Caroline  (Radcliffe  College  1919) 
now  a  teacher  in  Connecticut. 


Hox.  Joe  W.  Daniels,  Senator 
from  District  No.  22.  is  a  native  of 
Xewburvport,  Mass.,  born  January 
7.  1858,  son  of  John  II.  and  Albina 
F.  (White)  Daniels.  He  was  edu- 
cated in  the  Xewburyport  schools. 
He  is  engaged  in  insurance  business 
in  Manchester  (922  Flm  St.)  being 
a  senior  member  of  the  firm  of 
Daniels  and  Healey.  In  politics 
he  is  a  Republican,  and  is  treasurer 
of  the  Manchester  City  Committee. 
He  represented  his  ward  in  the 
Legislature  of  1919,  serving  on  the 
Insurance  Committee.  Chosen  to 
the  Senate  at  the  last  election,  he 
is  now  chairman  of  the  Committee 
on  Incorporations,  and  a  member  of 
the  Judiciary,  Banks  and  Ejections 


Committees.  He  is  a  member  of 
the  Elks,  Knights  of  Pythias,  Ameri- 
can Mechanics  and  New  England 
Order  of  Protection,  being  Secre- 
tary l<1  the  Grand  Lodge  of  New 
Hampshire  in  the  latter.  He  is 
married,  his  wife  having  been  Miss 
Emma  Frances  Frye  of  Berwick, 
Me. 


Hox.  James  Arthur  Tufts, 
Senator  from  District  Xo.  23,  was 
born  in  Alstead,  Cheshire  Co.,  X. 
H.,  April  26.  1855,  the  son  of  Timo- 
thy and  Sophia  P.  (Kingsbury) 
Tufts.  Pie  fitted  for  college  at 
Phillips  Exeter  Academy  and 
graduated  from  Harvard  (A.  B.) 
in  1S78,  since  which  time  he  has 
been  a  resident  of  Exeter  and  a 
member  of  the  faculty  of  Phillips 
Exeter  Academy  as  a  teacher  of 
English,  and  at  times  other  sub- 
jects, Latin,  Mathematics,  History, 
etc.  Pie  has  always  been  deeply 
interested  in  educational  matters, 
and  is  a  member  of  various  learned 
societies  and  associations,  including 
the  Modern  Language  Association 
of  America,  American  Dialect  So- 
ciety, American  Philological  Asso- 
ciations and  the  X.  E.  Association  of 
Colleges  and  Preparatory  Schools, 
of  which  he  is  president.  He  is  an 
honorary  member  of  the  Cliosophic 
Society  and  of  the  Harvard  Chap- 
ter Phi  Beta  Kappa,  and  an  associ- 
ate member  of  the  X.  H.  Society  of 
the  Cincinnati.  He  received  the 
honorary  degree  of  A.  M.  from 
Dartmouth  College  in  1917  and 
LL.  D.  from  X.  PL  College  in  1920. 
In  religion  he  is  a  Unitarian  and  is 
a  vice-president  of  the  American 
Unitarian  Association.  He  is  a 
trustee  of  the  X.  H.  State  College, 
of  Robinson  Seminary,  Exeter,  and 
the  Exeter  Public  Library,  and  is 
president  of  the  New  England 
Alumni  Association  of  Phillips 
Exeter   Academy. 

In  politics     Prof.  Tufts  is  a     Re- 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


publican.  Tic  was  a  Representa- 
tive from  Exeter  in  the  Legislature 
of  1905.  and  again  in   1907,  serving 

as  chairman  of  the  Committee  on 
Education  at  each  session,  as  he 
clues  in  the  present  Senate,  as  well 
as  holding  membership  on  the  Com- 
mittees on  Agriculture,  Forestry 
(clerk)  and  Revision  of  the  Laws, 
and  the  Joint  Committee  on  State 
Library.     Prof.  Tufts  was  president 


born  Dec.  6,  1888,  with  Pratt,  Reed 
and    Co.,    piano      keyboard      mfgs., 

Deep  River,  Conn. ;  lames  Arthur, 
Jr..  born  Oct.  8,  1891,  N.  H.  Col- 
lege, 1914,  Patron  of  Husbandry, 
Master  E.  X.  H.  Pomona  Grange, 
member  Rockingham  Co.  Farm 
Bureau  and  X.  II.  Horticultural  So- 
ciety; junior  partner  with  D.  Web- 
ster Dow  and  Co.,  trees,  shrubs, 
etc.,    Exeter     and    Epping;     Helen, 


Hox.   J  A  WE: 

of  the  Republican  State  Conven- 
tion in  1918,  and  Chairman  of  the 
Committee  on  Resolutions  in  1920. 
lie  married,  December  21,  1878, 
Miss  Effie  Locke.  Children:  Effie 
Miriam,  born  Nov.  27,  1879,  died 
Nov.  2,  1903 ;  Irving  Elting.  burn 
Dec.  23,  1881,  graduated  from  Har- 
vard 1903,  with  Hornblower  and 
Weeks,  X.  Y.,  since  graduation ; 
Theodora,  born  Dec.  6,  1888.  wife 
of  Prof.  X.  G.  Burleigh  of  Dart- 
mouth   College;     Delmont      Locke, 


A.  Tufts 

bom    Nov.    10,    1896,     student    and 
teacher  of  pianoforte,  Exeter,  X.  H. 


Hox.  Oliver  L.  Frisbee,  Sena- 
tor from  District  Xo.  24,  is  a  na- 
tive of  Kittery,  Me.,  and  a  graduate 
of  Bates  College,  class  of  1883.  For 
many  years  in  his  early  life  he  was 
engaged  in  the  hotel  business  in 
different  parts  of  the  country,  and 
during  the  time  of  the  Spanish  war 
had   charge     of   the     Tampa     Bay 


THE  STATE  SENATE  111 

Hotel  in  Florida.  He  is  interested  the  Legislature  of  1911  as  chair- 
in  the  Atlantic  Deeper  Waterways  man  of  the  House  Committee  on 
association,  of  which  he  is  vice-  Public  Improvements.  He  serves 
president,  and  has  been  active  in  the  in  the  Senate,  this,  year,  as  chair- 
work  of  the  National  Rivers  and  man  of  the  Forestry  Committee, 
Harbors  Congress.  He  is  a  Knight  member  and  clerk  of  the  Soldiers' 
Templar,  Mason,  Odd  Fellow. and  Home,  and  member  of  the  Public 
a  member  of  the  Paul  Jones  Club,  Improvements  and  Roads,  Bridges 
S.  A.  R..  of  Portsmouth.  A  Re-  and  Canals  Committees, 
publican    in    politics,    he    served    in 


PAUSE 

Bv  Harold   Final. 


A  faint,  far  music  softly  falls 
Where  the   fountains  play; 
A  ghostly  lady  shadowily 
Walks  there  after  day. 

Her  eyes  are  deeper  than  the  stars, 
Her  hands  are  palely  white; 
Through   the  moon-laden  solitude 
She   walks  at  night. 

Her   hands   are   lifted   to   implore, 
As   though   a    lover  waited  there ; 
The   last  hush   of  a   lonely   word 
Falls  on   the   air. 

Only  the  fountains  answer  her 

And  the  song  of  the  moss-grown  trees 

Or  the  drip  of  the  rain  on  the  velvet  grass 

Or  the  sobbing  breeze. 

A  faint  far  music  softly  falls 
Where  the  fountains  play ; 
A    ghostly   lady  shadowily 
Walks  there  after  day. 


JOHN  SAYS  HE'S  DEAD 

By   Richard  D.    Ware. 

The  Friend    Well  John,  old  man — 

John  What  a  warm   hand!  I'm  dead  and  mine  are 

cold. 
It's  good  to  hold. 

The  Wife      He  does  not  know  you.     lie  began 

To  talk  an  hour  ago.     The  things  he's  told 
As   if   the)-  were   today.     The   people  that  he 

sees 
Out  of  the  memories 
That  life  is  to  him  now 
I  never  knew  or  heard  of,  I,  his  wife. 

The  Friend    It    is   the    flow 
Of  life, 

When  all  the  vital  things 
That  made  up  life  to  him  in  secret  soul 
Are  taking   to   their   wings 
From  earth,  to  go  where  he  may  go. 

The  Wife      No  one  should  know. 
1  feel  as  if  we  stole 
The.  treasure  of  his  heart. 

It's  time  for  this. 

The  Friend   Come,  let   me   lift  you   up. 

Good  God  !    flow  light  he  is. 
John  Up?  And   do  you   thing  a   sup 

Of  soup  or  milk  or  stuff  the  doctors  brew7 

AVill  raise  the  dead?     I'm  dead. 

Can  you  not  see  that  only  the  old  John  you 
knew 

Is  lying  here  a  moment,  spirit  sped? 

And  vet  what  man  denies 

Unless  he  lies 

That  death  has   reached  him   in  some  hidden 
part 

Before  the  end ! 


The  Wife      It's  come !   I   can   not   feel   his  heart. 

Quick!     Send! 
The  Friend  John  always  meant  the  thing  he  said, 

He's  dead. 


FORTY  YEARS  A  SHAKER 


Bv  Nicholas  Briqgs 


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Continued  frotr 


zbruary  Issue. 


Referring  to  the  remaking  of  pins 
by  Calvin  Goodell,  he  ma\  have 
used  pins  whose  heads  had  been 
pulled  off  in  use.  I  am  unable  to 
speak  accurately  of  this,  but  I  have 
an  impression  that  in  those  days 
pins  were  hand-made,  and  the  loss 
by  a  pin  of  its  head  was  a  common 
occurrence.  To  be  sure  the  needles 
could  be  bent  in  this  way  if  their 
temper  was  drawn,  but  whether  he 
worked  upon  pins  or  needles  does 
not  lessen  the  fact  that  he  did  so 
work,  as  I  passed  him  many  ;i  day 
and  saw  him  do  it,  besides  hearing 
many  comments  upon  it  from 
others.  lie  always  earned  upon. 
his  arm  a  small  oval  wooden  tray 
with  a  bail  united  to  its  sides. 

Funeral  services  were  attended 
by  every  one  old  and  young  not 
prevented  by  illness.  All  were  in 
uniform  which  for  the  brethren 
meant  the  long  drab  coats  in  both 
winter  and  summer.  The  sexes 
faced  each  other  in  long  ranks, 
standing  throughout  the  service, 
which  was  opened  by  a  brief  ad- 
dress by  the  leading  Elder.  Then 
followed  the  singing  of  two  or  three 
selected  pieces,  interspersed  by 
more  or  less  speaking  by  any  who 
desired  to  do  so,  usually  some 
reference  to  the  special  virtues  of 
the  departed  one.  Sometimes  a 
poem  or  a  piece  written  for  the  oc- 
casion by  a  brother  or  sister  wrould 
be  read,  all  betokening  affectionate 
regard  for  the  loved  one.  There 
were  special  funeral  hymns.  The 
following  one  was  always  sung  in 
the  case  of  an  older  person. 

"Our  brother's  gone  to   his    (her)    eternal 

home, 
Let  us   prepaie  to    follow  him    (her) 
Be  righteous  and  be  holy." 


The  following  was  sung  to  a 
valued  young  person: 

"What  mean.-  this  calm,  what's  this  I  hear? 
A    rushing    sound    accosts    mine   ear. 
All   lis   a  hand   of   angels   bright, 
Descending    from   the  realms   of   light, 
To   hush   a   soul   whose  end   draws  nigh, 
And   waft  her   spirit    up   on  high, 
To   ope    the   gates   of    Paradise, 
And   usher   her   to   holiness. 
Mark,   hear   the   music    sweetly   roll, 
As;   onward  they  conduct   her   soul, 
And    in    the    distance    far    and    wide, 
An  echo  follows  God's  your  guide. 
And   now  a  trumpet   loud   and  shrill 
Doth  sound  these  words,   saving  peace  be 

still. 
Come   to  my   arms  thou   faithful  one 
Receive   the   treasure  thou  hast   won. 
A   crown   of  glory  shining  bright, 
A   robe  of   beauty  lily  white, 
Adorned   with   jewels   rich  and  rare, 
Such  as  the  true   peacemakers   wear. 

This  was  composed  for  Nellie 
Tibbetts,  a  much  beloved  young 
Sister,  and  this  last  piece  for  an  es- 
teemed  young   Brother. 

Let   holy    calmness    rule   each   mansion. 
Let    mirth    and    gaiety    be   hushed, 
A    painful    theme    claims    our    attention. 
Our    Father   calls,    give   heed    we   must, 
For   death   has    our    fond   circle  entered, 
And   torn  from   our   embrace  away 
A    brother   der.r    in   whom    was   centered 
Our  cherished  hopes  for  future  day. 

Ah!    William,    why   so    early    leave   us 
To   toil    on    earth    without   thine   aid? 
If   Heaven   wills,  O   still   be   with   us 
While    we    through    life's     rough     billows 

wade. 
We   can't    forget  thy   many   efforts 
To  help  support  the  cause  of  God. 
May  peace  and  love,  sweet  joy  and  comfort 
Supremely    crown  thy    blest    abode. 

The  service  continued  one  half 
or  three-fourth  hour,  depending  up- 
on the  prominence  of  the  deceased. 
If  the  weather  was  suitable,  the  en- 
tire Family  marched  slowly  and 
solemnly  to  the  cemetery,  preceded 
by  the  corpse  in  a  small  wagon 
drawn  by  a  steady  old  horse  always 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


led  by  a  brother,  never  driven.  The 
coffin  always  a  white  pine  one,  un- 
stained, with  lie  carrying  handles, 
made  by  a  member.  Arriving  at 
the  grave,  the  people  circled  around 
it,  the  coffin  deposited  therein  and 
several  bretheren  refilled  the  grave 
and  laid  the  sod  upon  the  top,  and 
the  people  returned  home  in  the 
same  manner  as  before. 

The  next  important  event,  one  to 
which  we  all  had  looked  forward 
for  years,  was  the  visit  to  our  sis- 
ter Society  at  Enfield.  The  com- 
pany always  consisted  of  two  breth- 
ren and  four  sisters,  one  older 
brother  and  sister  usually  going  as 
chaperons.  Those  who  were  select- 
ed as  the  next  part)'  to  go  were  noti- 
fied long  in  advance  that  their 
special  clothes  necessary  might  be 
prepared,  and  they  would  meet  to- 
gether as  a  company  in  pleasurable 
anticipation  to  talk  it  over,  and  to 
rehearse  new  songs  to  sing  to  our 
Enfield  friends. 

I  was  delighted  to  find  that 
Helen  was  to  be  one  of  the  com- 
pany, and  I  knew  that  she  was 
equally  pleased.  I  very  much  ap- 
preciated the  kindness  with  which 
our  case  was  treated,  and  it  had  the 
happy  effect  of  stimulating  me  to 
act  honorably  with  regard  to  our 
profession  and  not  cause  our  El- 
ders to  regret  their  liberality. 

It  was  in  September.  1866,  that 
this  visit  was  made.  Having  fifty 
milis  to  go,  with  heavy  farm  horses,  ' 
required  a  long  day.  We  carried 
our  dinner  and  ate  it  in  the  hotel  at 
the  Potter  Place.  The  landlord 
was  agreeable  to  this  method,  and 
it  was  a  usual  custom  for  the 
Shakers. 

Our  carriage  was  made  expressly 
for  visits  like  this.  It  was  a  cover- 
ed carriage  accommodating  just  six 
people.  In  the  rear  was  a  locked 
box  to  contain  needful  articles  for 
a  long  journey.  There  were  recep- 
tacles under  the  seats  and  pockets 


in  the  curtains,  eveiy thing  to  make 
it    convenient    and    comfortable. 

It  was  a  long  ride,  but  made  very 
pleasant  with  singing  and  chatting 
all  the  way.  We  arrived  at  Enfield 
Church  Family  late  in  the  afternoon 
and  found  a  dainty  supper  ready  for 
us.  These  Shaker  visits  were  quite 
formal  affairs,  and  the  same  routine 
was  followed  with  all  visitors  in  all 
the  societies.  After  supper  the 
ministry  spent  an  hour  with  us  at 
the  office  which  was  our  visiting 
home,  and  the  rest  of  the  evening 
we  enjeyed  socially  together.  After 
breakfast  the  Elders  visited  with  t;s 
an  hour,  and  then  escorted  us  over 
the  premises;  the  brethren's  shops, 
the  kitchen,  dairy,  infirmary,  gar- 
dens and  barn. 

Dinner  was  a  most  exquisite  af- 
fair, as  indeed  was  every  meal. 
They  gave  us  of  their  best  in  every 
way.  There  was  a  sort  of  rivalry 
between  the  two  societies  to  see 
which  one  could  out  do  the  other  in 
this  respect,  and  when  you  got  a 
competition  of  this  kind  between 
Shaker  cooks,  you  may  depend  upon 
it  that  there  was  something  doing. 

In  the  afternoon  we  visited  the 
sisters  shops,  the  rooms  in  the 
Dwelling  House  and  at  two  o'clock 
all  the  sisters,  in  the  Meeting  Room 
in  the  following  manner:  First  the 
sisters  formed  in  ranks.  The  vis- 
itors passed  up  and  down  these 
ranks,  attended  by  a  brother  and 
sister  of  the  home  people,  and  we 
halted  before  each  sister,  she  giv- 
ing us  her  name.  Our  sisters  shook 
hands  with  their  friends  but  we 
brethren  were  not  thus  favored; 
however,  we  had  our  revenge  when 
we  came  to  visit  the  brethren.  Next 
the  sisters  were  formed  in  three  cir- 
cles, we  brethren  sat  with  one  cir- 
cle, endeavoring  as  best  we  could  to 
interest  them,  and  they  earnestly 
making  the  same  effort,  strangers 
all. 

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115 


were  reasonably  adept  in  conver- 
sation, it  was  liable  to  he  a  pretty 
dull  affair.  But  we  wore  out  twenty 
minutes  in  some  fashion,  and  we 
all  changed  circles,  two  of  our  sis- 
ters at  each  of  the  other  circles. 
Another  twenty  minutes  and  we 
changed  again,  until  we  had  visited 
all  around.  We  then,  accompanied 
by  some  of  the  young  sisters  of  the 
Family,  strolled  around  the  grounds 
and  the  lake  until  time  for  us  to 
return  to  the  Office  for  supper. 

In  the  evenings  members  of  the 
Church  and  the  other  Families  call- 
ed upon  us  at  their  pleasure,  but  we 
always  enjoyed  an  hour  by  our- 
selves before  retiring.  One  day 
w.-s  spent  visiting  the  second  Fami- 
ly and  another  the  North  Family, 
and  one  day  we  drove  to  Hanover, 
where  we  were  courteously  enter- 
tained by  the  professors  of  Dart- 
mouth  College. 

Sunday  morning  we  visited  the 
children,  boys  and  girls,  at  their 
respective  homes,  and  attended  pub- 
lic meeting  in  the  Meeting  House 
with  the  North  and  Second  Fami- 
1'es.  and  the  Church  Family  in  the 
afternoon.  After  supper  Sunday 
evening  the  Elders  visited  us  an 
hour,  then  the  Ministry  awhile  and 
cur  visit   was  over. 

In  the  morning  early  but  not 
hright,  for  it  was  rainy,  we  started 
''•  r  home.  If  it  was  a  gloom}'  day 
it  did  not  dampen  our  enjoyment, 
not  for  one  inch  eft  the  way.  At  in- 
tervals for  some  time  thereafter  we 
met  together  as  a  company  who  first 
went  visiting  together,  enjoying  a 
certain  limited  relationship  that  at 
the  beginning,  as  the  signing  of  the 
Covenant,  was  encouraged  by  the 
Flders  as  another  tie  to  bind  us  to 
the   faith. 

Each  year  our  people  sent  a  com- 
pany of  visitors  to  Enfield  and  re- 
ceived one  from  them.  Nearly 
every  year  we  sent  a  company  to 
some  other  societies.  It  might  be 
to  Alfred  and  Gloucester  in  Maine. 


It  might  be  to  Flarvard  and  Shirley 
in  Massachusetts,  or  it  might  be  a 
six  weeks  tour  to  Mt.  Lebanon  and 
Watervliet,  N.  Y.,  Flancock,  Mass., 
and  Enfield,  Conn. 

Throughout  the  summer  Ave  were 
entertaining  visitors  from  other  so- 
cieties more  or  less,  from  Maine  to 
Kentucky.  Occasionally  a  small 
company  would  take  an  outing  to 
the  ocean  for  a  week  or  so.  We 
would  also  take  one  day  excursions 
to  Winnepesaukee  Lake  or  the 
Guilford  Mountains,  with  perhaps  a 
sail   to   Wolfeboro  or  Alton   Bay. 

I  recall  one  time  that  Captain 
Walker  of  the  Lady  of  the  Lake  in- 
vited our  entire  Family  to  a  sail 
over  the  lake.  The  invitation  was 
accepted,  and  every  kind  of  vehicle 
in  all  the  Families  was  requisition- 
ed for  the  purpose,  and  then  we 
c;  uld  not  all  go.  It  surely  was 
sc  me   excursion. 

I  have  referred  to  the  superlative 
importance  in  which  singing  was 
held  in  our  worship.  In  past  times 
little  attention  was  given  to  its 
quality.  Possibly  the  amount  of 
zeal  was  gauged  by  the  volume  of 
sound;  but  our  present  leaders  were 
not  pleased  with  any  phase  of 
crudeness,  and  noting  my  ambition 
for  improvement  in  music  they 
urged  me  to  a  leading  part  in  it,  and 
as  about  this  time  the  State  Musi- 
cal Convention  was  held  in  Con- 
cord, 1  was  permitted  to  attend  it, 
and  continued  to  do  so  every  year. 

Some  of  the  young  brethren  be- 
coming interested  in  improvement 
requested  me  to  start  a  school  with 
them.  We  were  going  on  very 
pleasantly  when  the  sisters,  learn- 
ing of  it,  requested  admission; 
therefore  we  took  a  larger  room  for 
our  purpose.  Our  school  grew, 
and  we  adjourned  to  the  school 
house  where  we  held  weekly  ses- 
sions. 

The  interest  increasing,  Prof. 
Behj.  P>.  Davis  of  Concord  was 
hired  to  give  us  an  hour's  instruc- 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


tion  every  week,  and  through  his  in- 
troduction  Dr.   Chas.  A.   Guilmette 

became  interested  in  us,  ana  both 
himself  and  Mrs.  Guilmette  very- 
kindly  gave  us  the  benefit  of  their 
unusually  fine  musical  talent.  Dr. 
Guilmette  was  for  years  surgeon 
for  an  opera  troupe.  He  taught 
music  from  a  pathological  stand- 
point, illustrating  his  views  by  plas- 
ter cast  of  the  vocal  organs.  He 
established  the  Guilmette  Tech- 
nique System  which  was  continued 
by  Mrs.  Guilmette.  Herbert  John- 
son, the  talented  singer  of  the  Rug- 
glcs  Street  Quartette,  was  her 
pupil  and  her  daughter,  Annie  Wes- 
tervelt,  was  many  years  leading  so- 
prano at  the  Church  of  the  Immacu- 
late  Conception. 

Airs.  Guilmette  devoted  many 
weeks  to  the  instruction  of  our 
girls  in  deep  breathing  and  vocal 
gymnastics  to  the  great  benefit  of 
their  health,  for  whereas  in  former 
years  tuberculosis  had  been  very 
prevalent  there,  and  deaths  from 
that  disease  were  numerous,  since 
the  time  of  her  teaching,  with  con- 
tinued practice  in  those  exercises, 
the  deaths  by  consumption  have 
been  very  few. 

A  notable  result  of  her  teaching 
is  the  well  known  Shaker  Quartet 
and  Trio,  the  members  of  which 
were  not  by  any  means  the  only 
examples  of  this  intelligently  de- 
veloped   system    of   voice   building. 

In  a  visit  of  Elder  Frederick  W. 
Evans  to  our  society  he  was  so 
well  pleased  with  the  manifest  im- 
provement in  singing  of  our  people, 
that  he  made  a  recptest  for  me  to 
give  his  people  at  Mt.  Lebanon  a 
little  instruction.  His  request 
being  granted,  I  suggested  that  a 
couple  of  sisters  go  also,  and  I  was 
permitted  to  make  my  own  selec- 
tion. I  was  tactful  enough  not  to 
choose  those  who  very  young.  I 
made  no  mistake  in  my  choice,  for 
two  lovelier  women  could  not  have 
been  found,  and   our     tour     of  six 


weeks  was  a  life  long  memory  of 
enjoyment.  YYe  had  none  of  the 
formality,  usually  attendant  upon 
Shaker  visitings.  We  mingled 
freely  and  unrestrainedly  with  the 
people  and  made  a  very  many 
friends.  We  spent  a  week  with  the 
society  at  Watervliet,  and  made 
calls  of  a  day  or  two  at  Hancock, 
Enfield.  Conn.,  Harvard  and  Shir- 
ley. 

It  was  some  four  years  after  that, 
the  Ministry  of  South  Union,  Ky., 
visited  Canterbury,  and  they,  too, 
expressed  a  desire  for  a  little  aid  in 
music,  and  I  was  sent  down  there 
for  the  winter.  I  cannot  speak 
very  highly  of  my  success  in  this 
endeavor.  The  young  men  scarcely 
attended  our  schools  at  all,  but  they 
were  helpful  in  rounding  up  and 
driving  in  the  girls,  who  after  the 
novelty  wore  off  were  very  apathet- 
ic. 

This  unfavorable  condition  of 
things  worried  me  exceedingly  at 
first,  but  I  came  to  see  the  ludicrous 
side  of  it,  and  gave  myself  up  to  en- 
joyment as  a  visitor  and  guest.  A 
fine  Kentucky  loper  was  placed  at 
my  disposal,  and  I  took  trips  on 
horseback,  by  carriage  and  by  train, 
the  station  was  not  more  than  fifty 
rods  away,  and  on  the  Shaker's 
land, — to  Bowling  Green,  14  miles 
north  east,  a  battle  ground  of  the 
Civil  War;  to  Russelville,  a  regular 
"secesh"  hot  bed ;  and  to  Nash- 
ville, for  two  days  to  attend  the 
Mardi  Gras  upon  a  scale  little 
known   here   in   the   North. 

We  rode  through  the  woods  un- 
troubled by  underbush;  rambled 
over  the  barrens  to  some  extent, 
but  there  was  not  much  fun  in  walk- 
ing, for  everything  in  the  woods 
was  covered  with  the  finest  dust 
and  one  was  soon  covered  with  it, 
and  on  the  barrens  one  must  step 
carefully  from  tuft  to  tuft  of  the 
sage  grass,  or  go  down  into  the 
sticky  mud. 

I    attended    the    christening   of   a 


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negro  cabin,  and  one  of  these  af- 
fairs was  quite  enough  ;  a  hog  kill- 
ing by  the  negroes  in  the'  most 
primitive  style  imaginable,  in  which 
one  seemed  transported  to  the  wilds 
of  Africa.  It  was  a  warm-hearted 
people  and  we  parted  from  each 
other  with  genuine  sorrow.  On 
my  return  I  visited  all  the  other 
five  societies  in  Kentucky  and  Ohio. 

I  first  entered  the  office  as  Trus- 
tee in  1870.  The  Eldress  continued 
the  same  course  in  regard  to  Helen 
as  heretofore.  Helen  was  repeated- 
ly in  her  turn  one  of  the  office  cooks, 
and  we  met  very  often.  Many  of 
ray  meals  were  taken  at  the  office 
and  of  course  she  assisted  in  pre- 
paring them. 

One  day  as  1  passed  through  the 
workman's  dining  room  where  she 
was  at  work  she  said  "I  shall  al- 
ways love  you  Nicholas."  That 
was  a  sound  of  ineffable  sweetness 
to  me.  I  was  tempted  to  enfold 
her  in  my  arms,  to  have  her  lips 
meet  mine  and  to  say  "I  love  you 
dearly.  Helen." 

For  a  moment  I  was  too  much  af- 
fected and,  indeed,  too  much  sur- 
prised to  speak.  I  knew  that  if  I 
yielded  to  my  impulse  Shakerism 
with  us  was  at  an  end  and  I  was 
ready  to  renounce  it.  I  loved 
Helen,  but  I  loved  her,  or  thought 
I  did,  purely  as  a  sister.  I  had  nev- 
er spoken  of  love  to  her,  nor  inti- 
mated it  in  any  violation  of  Shaker 
propriety.  I  never  meant  to  go  that 
far.  J  had  not  thought  of  nor  de- 
sired her  as  a  wife;  that  was  a  sin 
to  he  repented  of  in  sackcloth  and 
ashes.  I  was  conscientiously  a 
celibate.  I  was  true  to  my  faith 
and  dared  not  entertain  a  thought 
of  marriage.  All  my  religious 
training  was  antagonistic  to  the 
thought  of  such  a  possibility.  In 
that  respect  I  was  undeveloped  and 
abnormal. 

Yet  now  I  was  sorely  tempted ; 
the  more  so  from  having  recentlv 
some    disappointing   experiences    in 


my  official  life.  I  had  witnessed 
developments  of  selfishness  and  dis- 
regaid  of  some  important  principles 
in  those  higher  up,  and  for  whom 
I  had  entertained  the  greatest  re- 
spect. 

Cotdd  1  have  taken  Helen  and 
gone  then  how  much  sorrow  I 
would  have  escaped!  But  what 
should  I  do  with  my  faith?  How 
about  those  vows  so  often  made  be- 
fore the  younger  ones  who  looked 
up  to  me  as  a  staunch  pillar  of  the 
Church,  some  of  whom  I  had 
brought  into  the  society,  and  many 
whom  I  held  there  by  their  love 
for  me?  How  could  I  fail  my 
friends.  My  fathers  and  mothers, 
who  placed  unlimited  confidence  in 
me  ;  whom  I  loved  most  dearly,  and 
for  whom  I  must  care  in  their  de- 
clining years?  And  last,  but  not 
least,  there  was  my  own  mother 
and  sister  and  brother,  all  as  I  sup- 
posed contented. 

All  these  things  acted  as  strong 
deterrents,  but  the  most  powerful 
was  the  thoughts  of  the  future  life. 
If  I  surrendered  to  these  natural 
impulses  and  drifted  with ,  the  tide, 
could  I  meet  and  dwell  with  the 
loved  ones  who  had  gone  on  before, 
or  would  I  be  debarred  from  their 
presence  as  a  traitor  and  the  gates 
of  Heaven  be  closed  against  me? 
The  weight  of  the  evidence  was 
with  Shakerism,  and  the  Shaker 
within  me  won.  The  way  I  had 
left  the  matter  apparently  settled 
it,  as  our  intercourse  continued  in 
our  accustomed  manner.  I  con- 
sidered it  to  be  that  belonging  to 
ourselves  only,  and  I  never  alluded 
to  it  to  her  or  any  one  else. 

Before  I  went  to  South  Union, 
I  had  been  living  at  the  North 
Family  as  associate  Elder  a  year 
or  more,  and  of  course  was  unable 
to  see  Helen  very  frequently.  I 
think  she  must  have  felt  this  par- 
tial separation  keenly,  for  the  day 
before  I  started  for  Kentucky  I 
called  upon  Eldress  Dorothy  to  bid 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


her  good  bye  and  found  Helen  in 
her  room.  To  my  great  surprise 
she  told  me  that  Helen  had  decid- 
ed to  go  to  the  world,  and  she  left 
the  room  with  Helen  and  me  alone 
together.  I  was  sufficiently  ac- 
quainted with  the  tactics  of  the  El- 
dress  to  believe  that  she  was  still 
within  hearing, 'which  deterred  me 
from  talking  with  Helen  as  freely 
as  I  would  have  desired.  I  wanted 
to  question  her  closely,  to  obtain  a 
more  powerful  reason  for  her  dis- 
content than  J  seemed  to  posssess, 
but  I  was  sh.rewd  enough  to  con- 
fine myself  to  a  conversation  that 
could   not   be   criticised. 

I  did,  however,  plead  with  her 
with  all  the  fervor  of  which  I  was 
capable  to  reconsider  her  decision 
for  her  sake  and  for  mine,  and  1 
succeeded  in  exacting  a  promise 
that  she  would  remain  until  my  re- 
turn. I  was  in  hopes  that  then  I 
might  be  able  in  some  way  to 
change  the  current  of  her  thought. 
and  win  her  again  to  the  fold.  Had 
we  at  that  last  interview  been  really 
alone,  so  that  Helen  could  tell  me 
of  the  indignities  heaped  upon  her, 
and  upon  other  young  women  as 
well,  it  would  have  burst  my  bonds. 
1  would  have  taken  Helen  and  left 
Shaker  Village   forever. 

Within  a  few  weeks  after  being 
in  Kentucky,  a  letter  from  the  El- 
dress  informed  me  that  Helen  had 
gone.  Imagine  the  gloom  it  cast 
over  my  visit.  I  felt  the  bottom  of 
my  life  had  dropped  out.  My  first 
impulse  was  to  write  to  Helen.  O 
I  longed  so  much  to  do  so;  but  this 
would  again  violate  Shaker  rule, 
and  the  Shaker  in  me  was  still 
dominant.  If  then  we  had  corres- 
ponded to  the  intent  of  giving  me 
full  information  of  the  real  situa- 
tion I  would  have  seemed  to  owe 
no  allegiance  to  such  a  cause,  for 
however  worthy  it  might  be  in  it- 
self, and  it  had  much,  very  much 
to  commend  it,  if  unkind  ways  were 


necessary  to  maintain  it,  the  more 
rapid  its  decline  the  better. 

A  few  months  after  my  return 
home  1  was  in  Providence  on  some 
business  of  the  Eldress  and  called 
upon  Helen.  She  gave  me  some 
hint  of  the  compelling  cause  of  her. 
leaving,  but  I  felt  it  not  right  to 
probe  her,  and  she,  conscious  of  my 
embarassment  did  not  urge  her 
confidence  upon  me,  and  it  was 
nearly  thirty  years  before  I  again 
saw  her  and  heard  her  story. 

As  has  already  been  stated,  the 
basis  of  Shaker  theology  was  a  be- 
lief in  a  continuous  revelation  from 
Divine  sources,  a  direct  communi- 
cation with  the  spirit  world.  A 
product  of  this  belief  was  two  most 
singular  books:  "The  Divine  Book 
of  Holy  Wisdom,''  inspired  by 
Paulina  Bates,  Waterv.liet,  N.  Y., 
and  "The  Sacred  Roll  and  Book," 
inspired  by  Philemon  Stewart,  Mt. 
Lebanon,  X.  Y.  Both  these  books 
were  esteemed  as  canonical,  and  the 
leaders  insistently  urged  their 
thorough  reading  by  all.  old  and 
young,  and  no  one  had  done  his 
duty  until  every  word  from  cover 
to  cover  had  been  read.  The  same 
inspiration  that  produced  the  Sac- 
red Roll  directed  that  a  copy  of  it 
should  be  sent  to  every  Ruler  in 
the  world. 

1  am  very  sure  that  an  attempt 
to  do  this  was  made,  but  as  to  how 
far  this  was  done  I  never  knew. 
These  books  were  published  some- 
where in  the  forties  of  the  nineteen- 
th century.  Within  twenty  years 
the  reverence  for  them  was  unrec- 
ognizable and  ultimately  both  books 
by  some  mysterious  agency  vanish- 
ed from  sight.  What  became  of 
them  I  do  not  know,  and  for  aught 
I  know  they  may  have  been  burned. 
Even  the  author,  of  the  Sacred  Roil, 
was  in  disfavor  at  Lebanon  and  sent 
to  the  society  at  Gloucester  where 
he  died. 

The    Wisdom     Book,  as     it     was 


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familiarly  called,  was  held  in  high 
repute,  even  above  that  of  the 
Bible,  because  it  was  supposed  to 
embody  a  later  revelation  of  God's 
word  to  man.  and  hence  originated 
the  idea  that  it  really  was  the 
Shaker's  Bible.  No  reason  was 
ever  given  by  the  leaders  to  the 
people  for  the  abandonment  of  the 
Fountains,  or  the  discarding  of 
these  once  so  sacred  books.  They 
did  assign  a  cause  for  the  with- 
drawal of  spirit  manfestations,  as  it 
had  been  predicted  that  this  power 
would  go  out  into  the  world  for  an 
indefinite  time,  but  would  return 
again  to  Zion  with  increased  power. 
Well,  the  years  passed  by,  and  no 
signs  appeared  of  its  coming,  until 
even  the  prophecy  was  forgotten. 
But  some  of  the  most  sincere  and 
devout  remembered,  and  their  con- 
fidence in  all  the  Divinity  of  reve- 
lation was  shaken.  The  sincerity 
of  those  earlier  Shakers  was  un- 
questioned, but  to  the  intelligent 
thinkers  arose  the  query  whether 
these  people  were  not  victims  of 
self  deception,  and  some  of  us  dar- 
ed to  accept  that  version  of  it. 

Of  all  the  dangers  besetting  our 
convictions,  no  more  severe  blow 
than  this  could  possibly  be  dealt. 
The  most  devotional,  the  most  at- 
tractive and  charming  part  of  our 
faith  was  taken  away.  It  under- 
mined our  conceptions  of  the  future 
life,  and  made  its  very  existence 
a  matter  of  grave  uncertainty.  So 
far  then  as  religious  belief  distinc- 
tively was  concerned,  there  remain- 
ed little  inducement  for  a  Shaker 
life.  The  one-  vital  principle  now 
remaining  was  the  Virgin  Life. 
This  had  a  broader  interpretation 
than  mere  celibacy.  It  meant  a 
perfect  chastity  of  body  and  purity 
of  mind.  Indulgence  of  even  an 
impure  desire  or  thought  must  be 
confessed,  as  all  sin  is  fundamental- 
ly of  the  mind.  It  was  the  Christ 
life.     There    was    no    hypocrisy    in 


it.  It  would  seem  a  little  para- 
doxical that  so  very  much  was  said 
in  their  songs  and  in  their  publica- 
tions about  the  marriage  of  the 
Land)  and  Bride  when  they  looked 
upon  the  earthly  marriage  with  ab- 
horrence. There  was  a  very  great 
inconsistency  in  dilating  so  much 
on  the  glories  of  the  Heavenly 
Kingdom  in  that  regard,  and  yet 
despoil  us  of  all  this  enjoyment 
here  below,  and  yet  continually  as- 
sert that  this  life  was  but  the  type 
of  the  life  to  come.  It  did  not  com- 
fort with  our  conception  of  a  loving 
Father  to  give  his  children  here  on 
earth  powers  for  enjoyment,  facul- 
ties fur  development  and  desire  to 
use  them,  and  then  punish  them  all 
through  this  life  by  decreeing  their 
renunciation.  Some  of  us  dared  to 
think  of  these  things,  and  free 
thinking  is  dangerous  to  a  doctrine 
unsupported  by  evidence  and  op- 
posed to  common  sense. 

The  Shakers  claimed  that  the 
married  life  was  a  selfish  one,  and 
that  their  interest  and  love  is  nar- 
rowed to  their  own  little  circle,  but 
the  members  of  a  Shaker  Communi- 
ty may  be  just  as  selfish  as  people 
anywhere.  They  may  shirk  their 
share  of  duties  and  responsibilites 
and  disagreeable  work,  or  they  may 
avail  themselves  of  opportunities 
afforded  by  an  official  position  to 
appropriate  to  themselves  comforts 
and  conveniences  not  common  to 
the  whole.  A  community  may  be 
indifferent  to  the  sufferings  of  hu- 
manity, make  little  effort  and  less 
sacrifice  to  soften  the  asperities  of 
life  around  them,  deluding  them- 
selves with  the  belief  that  in  devot- 
ing themselves  exclusively  to  the 
care  of  each  other  they  are  reaching 
the  climax  of  unselfishness.  As  a 
matter  of  fact  the  Shakers  are  very 
human,  and  are  selfish  or  otherwise 
just   ah  other  people  are. 

The  only  exceptional  cardinal 
principle  now  claimed  by  the  Shak- 


120 


THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


crs  is  Community  of  Interest.  In 
the  earlier  history  of  the  society 
the  true  spirit  of  communal  interest 
was  rigidly  enforced  and  the  most 
perfect  equality  observed.  The 
trustees  were  the  custodians  of  the 
real  estate  and  moneys,  and  were 
held  to  a  close  accountability.  All 
expenses  and  receipts  were  record- 
ed, and  their  books  were  at  all 
times  subject  to  inspection  by  the 
Ministry,  to  whom  they  were  ac- 
countable. But  even  the  Ministry 
could  not  hold  money.  The  Elders 
were  subject  to  the  same  restric- 
tions as  the  members,  and  were  not 
consulted  upon  financial  affairs; 
their  functions  being-  restricted  to 
the  internal  business  of  the  Family. 
The  Trustees  were  not  supposed  to 
attend  places  of  amusement  nor  in- 
dulge in  any  pleasures  denied  to 
their  brethren  at  home.  When  a 
member  left  home  for  a  day  or  long- 
er, he  applied  to  the  Trustees  for 
money,  and  on  his  return  a  detail- 
ed report  was  made,  and  the  un- 
spent money  returned.  If  a  mem- 
ber needed  any  article  that  had  to 
be  bought,  he  applied  to  the  Family 
Deacons,  and  they  in  turn  made 
requisition  upon  the  Trustees.  The 
Deacons  kept  a  supply  on  hand  of 
articles  that  were  continually  need- 
ed, such  as  nails,  screws  and  tools. 
It  was  not  a  little  irksome  to  hu- 
man pride  to  be  compelled  to  ask 
for  every  little  things  one  needed, 
especially  if  the  Deacon  was  inclin- 
ed to  be  a  little  captious,,  to  ques- 
tion the  real  need  of  it,  or  a  too 
frequent  application  for  the  same 
article,  and  the  maximum  of  tact 
and  thoughtfulness  did  not  always 
prevail;  but  all  this  was  in.  perfect 
keeping  with  the  duty  to  humble 
our  pride,  which  formed  an  impor- 
tant part  of  the  burden  of  testimony 
in  our  meetings.  In  all  this  there 
was  one  excellence,  that  of  equality. 
Impartiality  was  the  rule  and  it  be- 


got harmony.  But  as  the  Society 
declined  in  numbers,  the  tendency 
to  laxity  of  the  old  time  strictness 
became  apparent. 

In  their  finances  the  Shakers 
seem  just  now  to  be  in  quite  a 
comfortable  condition.  The  aband- 
onment of  so  many  of  the  societies 
and  removal  of  their  few  re- 
maining members  to  the  other  so- 
cieties means  the  sale  of  their  pro- 
perty, the  proceeds  of  which  are 
supposed  to  accompany  those 
people  to  the  society  to  which  they 
go,  and  hence  a  diminishing  popula- 
tion increases  the  wealth  of  those 
remaining,  or  in  other  words,  "the 
fewer   mouths   the    better   cheer." 


Writing  as  I  am  compelled  to  do 
entirely  from  memory  it  is  not 
strange  that  some  interesting  little 
features  may  have  been  omitted,  as 
for  instance,  every  Society  was 
given  a  spiritual  name  which  head- 
ed all  letters  written  to  each  other 
from  one  Society  to  another ;  as  for 
instance  the  spiritual  name  of 
Mount  Lebanon  was  Holy  Mount, 
that  of  Watervliet  was  Wisdom's 
Valley,  that  of  Canterbury  was 
Holy  Ground,  and  that  of  Enfield 
was  Chosen   Vale. 

There  was  an  annual  ceremony  of 
the  "Washing  of  Feet"  upon  some 
day  appointed  by  the  Ministry. 
This  may  have  been  at  Christmas 
Eve.  but  it  was  discontinued  so 
many  years  ago  that  I  cannot  recall 
the  exact  time  of  ordinance.  It 
was  observed  by  all  the  members  in 
their  several  living  rooms.  Two 
would  be  seated  facing  each  other 
with  a  vessel  of  water  between 
them,  one  with  a  clean  towel  across 
his  lap.  Each  in  turn  would  ten- 
derly take  his  brother's  foot,  place 
it  in  the  water,  slightly  rub  the  foot 
and  dry  it  on  the  towel.  This  was 
reciprocated  by   the  other  and  thus 


FORTY  YEARS  A  SHAKER  221 

until   all    in    the   room   were   served.  ERRATA 

Another   feature  that    I    regret  to  '  , 

have  omitted  was  that  not  only  did  ,       "'?«  "^  calIfed  "Unde"  *  the  Vil- 

every  entrance  to  everv  house  have  \,                 W?'s   E!der   NichoIas  whe" 

a  foot  scraper  and  mat  but  also  in-  *"         "   a"d    Brother  at  other   times.- 

variably  had  a  broom  hanging  by  a  Page   46S'     "Sav°r.v*'    viands    (omitted), 

suing   upon   a   peg   inside  "the"  door,  Pa£°    47,J-     "Wooled    sheets"    should   be 

to  ignore  the   use  of   which   was  al-  woolen   sheets. 

most   a   cardinal    sin.      ]    sadly    miss  Page   474.     Some      of      the       marchers. 

this   broom   in    our   city   houses.,   and  should   read   som,   of  the   marches    (plural 

greatly  deplore  its  absence.  of  march.)                                          v 

Shakerisn,,  which  will  i^L\^  t^^ot^t^l^^   ^   of 


THE   OLD  MAN  OF  THE  MOUNTAIN 

By   Ida   B.    Rossitcr. 

Who  would  believe  that  chiselled  face 
Came  from  the  whorl  of  choatic  space? 
A    Sphinx  with   features   clear  and  bold,. 
Guarding  the  Notch  for  years  untold, 
Not  made  by  man  from  this  earthly  clod, 
But  hewn  and  carved  by  the  hand  of  God! 


PRESENCE 

By  Lcighton-  Rollins. 
Beloved,  in  the  cold 
Damp  dusk  of   November, 
Neath   the    trees    all    bent    in   age, 
Through    the    fields    brown    and    forsaken 
\\  here  each  little  blade  of  grass 
Yearns  for  a  diamond  kiss  of  the  snowflake 
Here  have  I  walked  in  quiet, 
Remote   and    apart    from   men. 

And  all  about  me,  in  the  meditation  of  the  skies, 

In  the  brown,  gray  plumed  grass  of  the  fields, 

lour  spirit,  O  loved  one, 

Brushes  me   tender  and  comforting, 

Like  the  clear  crooned  song  of  the  stars  at  dawn. 


122  'J  HE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

"SHAKER  MEETING" 

By  Alida  Cogsivell  True 

Brightly  gleam — O  star  of  evening; 
Moon   above,   with   golden   glow, 
Light  the  pathway,  with  its  milestones, 
To  the  days  of   long  ago. 

Show  the  fairy  land  of  childhood — 
With   its  glints  of  gold  and  rose, 
Memories   ever  growing   brighter 
Dearer  still — 'till  life  shall  close. 

Light  a  hamlet  quaint  in  story, — 
Rich  in  culture, — music  rare. 
Shaker  sisters  and  the  brethren, 
Living  lives  of  love  and  prayer. 

Sun  above, — thru  fleecy  cloudlets, 
Trees  all  leafy  and  out  spread — 
Form  a  back  ground  for  a  picture 
Oft  recalled — where'er  I'm  led. 

Sabbath  walk  to  "Shaker  Meeting,'' 
Happy  custom  held  of  yore, 
Peaceful   scenes — -blue   skies   above  us 
Kindly   silence   brooding   o'er. 

Sistren  quaintly  gowned  and  reverent, 
Brethren— saints  of  old — sincere 
Under  rows  of  arching  maples — 
Groups  of  worshipers  draw  near. 

Single   file   the   church  we   enter — 
Father,  brother  at  the   left — 
Mother,   daughter   with   the   sistren 
Family  ties  the  while  bereft. 

Bursts  of  song — of  exhortation — 
Shaker  march, — long  cast  away — 
Thro'  all   the  years   this  memory   lingers- 
This  ''Shaker  Meeting"  of  olden  day. 


V^3. 


SQUAR'  APPLESAUCE 


Bv  G 


ge  I.  Putnam 


I  had  been  very  naughty.  Aunt 
said  so.  Being  set  to  clear  away 
the  breakfast  dishes  I  bad  tried  to 
satisfy  my  still  sharp  appetite  by 
sly  pickings  into  the  dish  of  apple 
sauce.  My  criminal  leanings 
being  as  yet  imperfectly  developed 
I  attempted  no  concealment,  and  of 
course  my  sin  found  me  out.  At 
dinner  time  the  shortage  of  apple 
sauce  spoke  for  itself.  I  bad  noth- 
ing to  say  for  myself.  Aunt  spoke 
sufficiently,  both  from  my  point  of 
view  and  hers,  and  at  the  conclu- 
sion of  her  remarks  I  was  sent  to 
bed  for  the  afternoon. 

Perhaps  I  snivelled  as  I  lay  in 
bed  ;  I  do  not  know.  All  I  am  sure 
of  is  that  Aunt  stood  suddenly  in 
the  half-opened  doorway  and  de- 
manded : 

"Do  you   want   anything?" 

I  wanted  my  handkerchief  des- 
perately, and  the  need  makes  me 
suspect  a  case  of  snivels.  Aunt 
waited  on  me.  While  I  lav  passive 
on  my  pillow,  awaiting  the  next 
gift  of  the  gods,  she  dived  into  the 
pocket  of  my  little  breeches  in 
search  of  the  dingy  rag. 

Suddenly  her  voice  rang  sharp 
with  a  note  of  terrible  triumph. 
"What's  this?"  she  called. 

With  my  heart  sinking  from  fear 
of  I  knew  not  what  newly  exposed 
depravity,  I  opened  my  eyes  toward 
her  and  saw  her  holding  up  by  the 
tip  of  thumb  and  forefinger,  a 
molasses  cooky.  I  had  forgotten 
hour  of  need,  and  my  sorrows  of 
that  squirrel's  hoard  against  the 
hour  of  need,  and  my  sorrows  of 
bed-going  had  killed  my  appetite. 
I  would  have  chosen  to  go  without 
the  handkerchief  a  century  rather 
than  that  she  should  discover  the 
cooky.  With  the  threat  of  the  In- 
quisition's tortures  in  her  tones  she 
repeated  her  query ;  but  I  could  only 


groan  in  anguish  of  spirit,  correct- 
ly anticipating  immediate  anguish 
of  bod)-. 

Very  slowly,  impressively,  she 
declaimed  :  "He  sure — your  sin — 
will  find— you  out" 

How  thoroughly  convinced  of 
that  I  was! 

She  -went  on,  implacable,  un- 
sparing : 

"I  never  did  see  sech  a  boy!  I 
don't  bch'eve  the  world  holds  an- 
other like  ye,  not  one!  I  hope  to 
goodness  I'll  never  run  acrost  one, 
anyways !" 

The  vision  of  that  other  boy's  un- 
happy fate  if  she  did  run  acrost  him 
loomed  in  my  mind  and  I  would 
have  spared  him.  "I  hope  you 
won't,"  I  whined. 

"Oh,  you  can't  make  up  to  me 
like  that !"  she  answered  sharply, 
suspecting  me  of  an  attempt  to 
butter  parsnips.  "The  way  you  act 
with  vittles  !  A  body'd  say  you  was 
haff  starved.  Do  ye  get  enough 
to  eat?"  she  demanded. 

I  caught  my  fugitive  breath  and 
whimpered,  "Yes,   ma'am." 

"Of  course  you  do.  1  knew  it. 
But  I  didn't  hardy  spoze  ye'd  have 
the  grace  t'  admit  it.  They's  no 
blame  to  my  door,  't  any  rate.  I 
feed  ye  and"  feed  ye  well,  and  this 
is  all  the  thanks  I  get  for't !  When 
you've  set  to  table  and  et  all  that's 
good  for  ye,  then  ye  have  to  go 
wdien  my  back's  turned  and  steal 
my  good  vittles ;  steal  'em  !  Cookies 
and  apple  sauce !  You're  a  thief, 
You  know  wdiere   thiefs  wind   up" 

I  dismally  admitted  that  I  did. 
"I'll  be  crucified." 

"H'm!  "Well,  if  you  don't  beat 
my  time!  Ye  aim  high  at  that,  I 
mus'  say.  Jail!  Jail!"  she  repeated, 
throwing  the  word  at  me  from  her 
angry  forefinger.  "Jailed  ye  may 
be,  but  not  through  fault  o'  mine," 


124 


THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


she  went  on.  setting  her  lips  in  a 
thin,  straight  line,  and  making  cer- 
tain preparations  which  my  abject 
spirit  had  already  anticipated.  "I'll 
do  my  duty  by  ye.  I  said  I  would 
when  1  took  ye.  and  I  will!'' 

Then  she  did  her  duty  by  me  un- 
til her  arm  must  have  ached  from 
the  exeieise.  After  which,  heated 
in  body  and  mind,  her  voice  raised 
as  though  addressing  me  at  a  dis- 
tance: "You  are  a  very  naughty 
boy!  An'  now  you  lay  there  till 
you  c'n  say  you're  sorry  and  won't 
do  it  again!"     She  left  mc.„ 

ll  was  no  punishment,  then,  to 
lie  in  bed.  It  was  indeed  balm  and 
solace,  the  only  solace  mine  in  a 
wide  and  barren  world.  I  lay  there, 
clinging  to  the  pillow  while  the 
whirling  room  slowed  down  and  the 
bed  ceased  rocking.  The  soundless 
sobbing  left  me  exhausted  and  I  lay, 
limp,  wishing  nothing  but  to  lie, 
He  forever,  undisturbed.  Sleep 
stole  upon  me  and  restored  me ;  and 
presently  I  opened  my  eyes  with 
renewed  alarm  to  see  Aunt  again 
standing  by  my  bed.  But  ray  alarm 
was  due  to  a  guilty  conscience,  as 
I  knew  when  it  appeared  there  were 
no  other  crimes  charged  against  me 
on  that  day's  calendar. 

"Get  up,  and  get  your  clo'es  on,'' 
Aunt  commanded.  "You'll  be  late 
for  supper." 

Supper!  There  was  magic  in  the 
word.  Eating  was  always  in  good 
form.  And  at  supper  there  would 
be  Uncle,  beck  from  the  store.  I 
dressed   wtli   commendable  haste. 

When  I  stole  into  the  kitchen  the 
table  was  laid  for  the  meal.  Very 
crisp  and  correct  it  was,  with  a 
white  cloth  and  sprigged  dishes, 
with  plates  of  toast,  cake  and  cook- 
ies and  a  bowl  of  apple  sauce. 
Uncle  was  seated  at  his  place  be- 
hind the  toast,  his  hands  neatly 
folded  in  a  waiting  attitude  on  the 
edge  of  the  cloth  in  his  front.  To 
put    the    whole    hand    on    the    cloth 


would  have,  been  to  soil  that  spot- 
less napery— I  knew! 

Aunt  took  her  place  opposite 
Uncle,  the  apple  sauce  under  her 
care.  I  sat  at  the  side  between. 
As  I  slid  to  my  chair  Uncle  lifted 
his  chin  and  gave  me  a  friendly 
smile,  then  bowed  his  head  above 
his  crossed  fingers  and  mumbled 
some  phrases  which  I  never  caught 
distinctly,  but  during  which  I  had 
learned  that  it  was  necessary  to 
hold  my  appetite  in  check.  Other- 
wise I  would  fast,  not  feast. 

It  was  during  this  enforced  wait 
that  my  eye.  furtively  taking  in  the 
supper  equipment,  fastened  on  the 
appalling  fact  that  but  two  indi- 
vidual dishes  stood  beside  the  bowl 
of  apple  sauce.  There  was  some- 
thing ominous  about  that  which  the 
artificially  cheerful  face  of  Aunt 
did  nothing  to  dispel.  Anxiously 
I   awaited   developments. 

Aunt  dipped  some  sauce  into  a 
small  dish  and  passed  it  to  Uncle. 
"You  keep  this,  Henry,"  she  said, 
pleasantly. 

Uncle  paused,  his  hand  arrested 
in  the  act  of  passing  the  dish  to  me. 
His  glance  quested  back  and  forth; 
his  tongue  well  trained  to  silence. 

Not  so  Aunt.  She  was  voluble 
and  her  frankness  would  have  dis- 
armed had  it  not  been  assumed. 
"That's  Squar'  Applesauce  over 
there,"  she  chatted.  "He  takes 
hisn  alone." 

"You  mean  the  boy  don't  git 
none?"  Uncle   asked   huskily. 

"Squar'  Applesauce  don't  git 
none,"  she  corrected.  "He  took 
hisn  all  alone  this  forenoon.  'Spoze 
he  likes  it  better  that  way." 

Uncle  was  like  one  stunned.  He 
bent  over  his  plate,  a  sadness 
gathering  on  his  visage  and  he  ate 
as  if  the  savour  of  the  food  had 
departed.  Indeed  it  had,  for  me. 
To  be  addressed  as  Eben  Apple- 
sauce, Esquire,  would  ordinarily 
have  been  delightful  pleasantly'-  Un- 


SQUAR'  APPLESAUCE 


125 


der  the  circumstances  it  was  hitter 
irony.  With  but  feeble  zeal  I  ap- 
plied myself  to  toast  and  a  mug  of 
milk.  Aunt's  appetite,  however, 
was  never  better.  She  ate  and 
drank  with  tremendous  relish. 
Through  it  all  her  eye  was  upon 
me.  remarking  my  laek  of  accom- 
plishment. 

"Set  to,  Squar'  Applesauce,  set 
to  and  make  a  good  meal,"  she  urg- 
ed with  mock  hospitality.  Then 
with  viperish  change:  "Eat  while 
I'm  lookin'  at  ye  and  not  go  pickin' 
and  thievin'  afterwards-.  Here  you 
he,  a  great  boy  seven  years  old  an' 
I  can't  trust  ye  to  clear  th'  table! 
What  sort  of  a  man  will  ye  make 
if  ye  ain't  to  be  trusted  now?" 

"1  don't  know,  ma'am,"  I  whined 
falsely. 

"Yes.  ye  do  know,  too,"  she  came 
back,  sharp  as  a  shot.  "it's  ben 
drilled  into  you  enough.  You  start 
in  takin'  little  things  and  it's  only  a 
step  to  bigger  ones.  And  what  will 
ye  be?  she  demanded. 

"A  criminal,  ma'am,"  I  faintly  ad- 
mitted. 

"Criminal,  yes.  And  jes'  think 
how  I'd  feel  to  have  a  boy  I'd  rais- 
ed turn  out  a  criminal !  Now  ye 
know  what  you're  com  in'  to,  ye 
must  fight  ag'inst  it.  I  can't  do 
nothin'  for  ye  if  ye  won't  do  nothin' 
for  yourself.  I'm  tryin'  hard,  night 
and  day ;  land !  I  don't  hardly 
think  of  nothin'  else  but  how  to  save 
ye  and- make  a  man  of  ye;  and  here 
ye  hang  back  and  fight  ag'inst  me 
instead  of  with  me !  But  I  won't 
give  up!  I'll  save  ye  yet  if  there's 
any  savin'  left  in  ye  !"  She  turned 
to  Uncle  and  took  an  intimate  tone. 
"This  is  proper  good  apple  sauce 
ain't  it,  Henry?"  she  asked  like  a 
young  housewife  seeking  praise  for 
her  cookery. 

Uncle  took  one  glance  at  my 
stricken  face  and  faintly  rebelled. 
"Almiry,  can't  ye  let  the  boy  alone?" 
he  remonstrated. 

"1  ain't  talkin'  to  him,"  Aunt  re- 


turned in  a  tone  of  surprise.  "I'm 
talkin'  to  you  Henry.  I  ast  you  if 
this  wasn't  prime  apple  sauce." 
And  she  took  a  spoonful  of  it  with 
gusto. 

"Oh,  dear  me!"  sighed  Uncle, 
giving  it   up. 

Somehow  his  despair  seemed  to 
put  Aunt  on  the  defensive.  "Any- 
how, I'm  going  to  do  my  duty  by 
him,  don't  you  think  I  ain't,"  she 
declared  with  finality.  "If  it  kills 
us  both  I  will !  I  ain't  one  to  go 
before  th'  Throne  and  leave  it  ap- 
pear I  didn't  do  my  earthlv  duty. 
And  I  don't  forget  he's  your  folks, 
not   mine,   either." 

There  was  no  opening  for  reply, 
even  had  anyone  been  in  condition 
to  hazard  a  word,  and  the  simple 
meal  sped  to  an  end  undisturbed. 
Aunt,  giving  undivided  attention 
now  to  her  plate,  ate  well.  Present- 
ly something  underneath  the  table 
touched  my  leg,  a  furtive  touch.  I 
responded.  Then  the  exploring 
member,  sure  of  its  ground,  pressed 
repeatedly  against  me.  Uncle  and 
I  exchanged  no  glances  as  his  warm 
knee  caressed  my  lank  little  shin, 
but  we  both  found  excpiisite  satis- 
faction in  the  touch  and  our  spirits 
rose.  It  was  balm  to  my  soul  to 
thus  know  Uncle  for  an  ally ;  it  was 
the  acme  of  cleverness  thus  to  es- 
tablish communication  under  the 
very  nose  of  the  enemy.  I  could 
have  laughed  aloud,  but  for  the  be- 
trayal. Truly,  I  was  learning  self- 
control  ;  I  could  bear  pain  without  a 
cry,  joy  without  a  smile.  Perhaps 
I  was  learning  other  things,  such  as 
deceit  and  trickery.  That  phase  of 
the  matter  would  have  given  Aunt 
pause ;  Uncle  and  I  passed  it  over 
with  careless  grace. 

After  supper  Uncle  sat  a  few 
minutes  on  the  back  porch  before 
returning  to  the  store.  He  sat 
there,  apparently  resting,  but  I 
knew  he  was  waiting — waiting  for 
me.  My  heart  urged  me  toward 
him,  but  first  there  were  duties  for 


126 


THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


my  hands.  Mow  desperately  I  liv- 
ed tip  to  the  letter  of  the  law  in  per- 
forming them  !  I  cleared  the  table  : 
1  broke  nothing:;  1  picked  no  food. 
And  presently  my  reward  was  dne 
and  could    not   be   denied. 

Then  I  stood  by  Uncle's  side,  his 
arm  drawing;  me  close,  and  closer 
yet,  while  mine  reached  around  his 
neck  in  a  strangling'  grip  to  which 
he  submitted  as  to  a  soothing  in- 
fluence. He  lent  himself  more  and 
more  to  my  slender  size  and  puny 
strength,  until  he  was  throttled  as 
with  bands  of  straw.  "With  his 
disengaged  hand  he  patted  my 
head  and  smoothed  my  cheek 
from  brow  to  chin,  holding  my 
small,   thin   face   in    the    cup    of    his 


palm  and  squeezing  until  he  hint. 
But  of  this  1  would  make  no  sign. 
The  pain  that  followed  his  touch  of 
love  was  a  real  joy  ;  I  wanted  him 
to  hurt  "me  more,  to  prove  how 
much  I  could  bear  from  him  with- 
out crying  out. 

But  he  was  far  from  sensing  the 
ordeal  I  fondly  imagined  myself  un- 
dergoing. His  repressed  spirit 
was  dissolving  in  tenderness  toward 
me.  This  was  his  one  moment  of 
spiritual  satisfaction;  I  afforded  the 
sole  outlet  for  his  love.  Thus  we 
held  each  other  close,  and  he  sighed 
deeply,  now  and  then  whispering  in 
the  tenderest  way:  "My  pore  little 
boy!  My  pore  little  hatchet-faced 
boy!" 


AU  SOLEIL 

By    Walter   B.    Wolfe. 

The  great  sun  has  torn  the  misty  veils 

Where  many  dawning  empires  grew — 

With  silver  fingers 

It  has  penciled  many  mornings; 

Babylon   and   Judaea 

Greece  and  mighty  Rome  ; 

Gilded  for  a  day 

And  plunged  into  tenebrous  silence. 

The  grey  lichens  cling 

Where  pillars  .stood  and  temples 

And  the  earthworms 

Have   crumbled    them  '  forever 


The  great  sun  has  watched 

The   mighty   march   of   empires — 

Yet  only  the  grasses 

The  tali  green  grasses 

Growing   in    their   crannies 

Thrusting    their    heads 

From  cracked  mosaics 

And   crumbling   tilings, 

Only   the  grasses  sing  now 

When  the  great  sun 

Tears  the  misty  veils  of  dawn 

With  silver  fingers 


A  BOOK  OF  NEW  HAMPSHIRE  INTEREST 


Contemporary  Verse  Anthology 
With  Ax  Introduction  By 
Chaki.es  Wharton  STork.  Pp. 
266.  Cloth.  Xew  York.  E.  P. 
Dutton  &  Co.. 

(Reviewed  by  Gordon  Hillman) 

Mr.  Charles  Wharton  Stork  has 
a  pleasant  way  of  doing  unusual 
things  and  doing  then1,  well,  and  his 
Anthology  of  poems  selected  from 
the  magazine,  Contemporary  Verse, 
is  more  than  notable  in  comparison 
with  the  poetry  of  the  day.  Here 
are  gathered  together  Edward  J. 
O'Brien.  Lizette  Woodworth  Reese, 
David  Morton.  Witter  Bynner,  Ed- 
win Ford  Piper.  John  French  Wil- 
son. Margaret  Widdemer.  Gamaliel 
Bradford,  Scudder  Middleton,  Sara 
Teasdale,  Mary  Carolyn  Davies, 
Joyce  Kilmer  and  almost  a  hundred 
others,  a  truly  formidable  array  of 
American  poets. 

Undeniably,  there  is  no  one  giant 
standing  head  and  shoulders  above 
the  others,  but  as  undeniably  their 
work  is,  on  an  average,  exceedingly 
good.  Here  among  them  is  grati- 
fication for  all  tastes,  here  are  new 
writers  and  old,  all  singing  to  the 
best  of  their  varied  abilities  and 
with  few  exceptions,  all  singing  very 
well  indeed.  It  could  not  have 
been  an  easy  task  to  compile  such 
an  Anthology,  which  stands  with 
Mr.  Braithwaite's  yearly  collection, 
and  Miss  Rittenhouse's  occasional 
one  in  bringing  to  the  fore  the  real 
poetic  genius  of  America.  As  the 
magazine,  Contemporary  Verse,  is 
head  and  shoulders  above  its  kind, 
one  would  expect  an  anthology  of 
poems  from  it  to  be  good ;  one  could 
not  expect  it  to  be  as  good  as  it 
really  is. 

Variety  is  rampart  for  seemingly 
Mr.  Stork  has  no  prejudices,  and 
both  lovers  of  free  verse  and  of  the 
lyric   will   find   their   prophets   here. 


Gratefully  however,  there  are  in  this 
volume,  no  explosive  verse,  explos- 
ive onh  to  draw  attention  to  its 
author,  no  "red  shirt"  and  dynamite 
effects  such,  as  are  initiated  by  Mr. 
Sandburg  to  prove  that  he  is  a 
Chicagoan.  no  attempts  to  outdo 
Mr.  Masters  and  his  "'Spoon  River 
Anthology"   in   sensationalism. 

One  may  read  Mr.  Stork's  An- 
thology with  the  keen  pleasure  of 
discovering  really  good  verse,  and 
not  with  the  more  dubious  joy  of 
happening   upon    some   new   cult   or 

"ism."  It  shows  American  poetry 
as  it  is,  not  as  certain  radicals  in 
rhythm  would  have  us  see  it.  In- 
evitably there  are  poems  in  this  col- 
lection that  some  of  us  will  not 
like,  there  are  no  poems  that  none 
of  us  will  like. 

As  to  which  is  the  best,  you  must 
judge  for  yourself.  The  group  of 
"Week  End  Sonnets"  by  John 
French  Wilson  are  unusually  good, 
and  the  best  of  the  younger  sonnet- 
eers. David  Morton,  sings  the  glory 
of  the  Seven  Seas  in  "Shipping 
News"  and  '"Beauty  Like  Yours." 
Vet  possibly  Edward  J.  O'Brien's 
"Pulvis  et  Umbra"  overtops  them 
all.  Few  modern  poets  and  fewer 
modern  American  poets  can  write 
like  this. 

"I   am  but  a   dusty  name 

Blowing-   down    a   ruined   stair, 

I    whose    passion   was   a    flame 
Kindling  all  the  windy  air. 

Veil    my    dreaming   with    a    sigh 

Light  is  drowned  in  shadow's  foam, 
I,    whose    dream    may    never    die, 
Knew   not   when   I    wandered    home." 
He    who    would    find   better   con- 
temporary     verse   than      this   must 
fare   far. 

Hardly  less  good  is  a  poem  by 
Lizette  W'oodworth  Reese,  best  re- 
membered of  all  American  women 
poets,  and  Miss  Sara  Teasdale  is 
represented     by      three       delightful 


12S 


THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


"Songs  for  E."  Weil  known  by 
this  time  through  many  reprintings 
is  Amanda  Benjamin  Hall's  "I  Am 
A  Dancer,"  and  Marguerite  Wilkin- 
son's "Weather"  is  fully  qualified 
to  stand  beside  it  in  merit. 

For  contrast,  there  is  a  very  jolly 
poem  by  Joyce  Kilmer,  "The  Ash- 
man," almost  a  phantasy  with  a 
rollicking  humor  through  it  all,  and 
Gamaliel  Bradford  has  contributed 
some  of  his  best  known  excellences 
of  verse,  deserving  of  much  appre- 
ciation in  these  days  when  form  and 
meter  are  neglected. 

And  now  to  the  youngsters,  the 
poets  of  the  future?  Air.  Morton 
has  arrived  as  his  sonnet,  "Shipping 
News,"  testifies. 

"Here  is  the  record  of  their  splendid  days, 
The   curving   prow,   the   tall    and    stately 
mast, 
And    all    the    width    and    wonder    of    their 
ways 
Reduced  to  little  printed  words,  at  last. 
The  Helen   Dover   docks,  the  Mary  Ann 

Departs   for  Ceylon  and  the  Eastern  trade  ; 
Arrived:    The    Jacque    with    cargoes    from 
Japan, 
And   Richard  Kidd,  a   tramp,  and   Silver 
Maid. 


The    narrow    print    is    wide      enough      for 
these : 

But   here:   "Reported  Missing" 

the    type    fails. 
The    column    breaks    for    white,    disastrous 
seas, 
The    jagged    spars    thrust    through,    and 

flapping    sails 
Flagging  farewells  to  sky  and  wind  and 
shore, 
Arrive  at  silent  ports,  and  leave  no  more." 

So  has  Mr.  Wilson  just  arrived, 
and  yet  there  are  a  stride  above 
Helen  Coale  Crew,  whose  "These 
Are  Thy  Sheep,  Theocritus"  is  a 
rare  bit  of  poesy.  Louis  Ginsbery, 
publisher  of  a  first  volume  this 
winter  is  amply  represented  by  "In 
the  Hallway."  Beatrice  RaveneTs 
"Broomgrass"  recalls  the  flaring 
color  of  Alfred  Noves,  while  Ley- 
land  Huckfield's  "The  Old  Gods 
March"  has  a  truly  Chestertonian 
lilt  and  swing.  And  one  must  not 
forget  "The  Taking  of  Bagdad"  by 
Kadra  Maysi.  Other  there  are  and 
many  of  them  who  have  done  good 
things.  Witter  Bynner  among  them, 
but  neither  Leonora  Speyer  nor  yet 
Amory  Hare  are  additions  to  the 
Anthology. 


TO  DAWN 


By  G.  Fauncc  V/hiicomb. 


Dawn,  Dawn, 
The  still  glory  of  your  early  morn  glow 

Steals  over  my  being  like  wine; 
The  blended  shades  of  yoor    blues  and    grays 
throw 
Nameless  yearnings  into  my  mind. 
Dawn,  Dawn, 
The  subtlety  of  your  advent  and  flight 

Increases  my  longing  to  know 
The  mystery  of  your  brilliance  and  might. 
Bare  your  secret  before  you  go ! 
Dawn — Dawn! 


A  FEW  PAGES  OF  POETRY 

Through    the     kindness    of     Mr.  John     M.     Bartlett.       A     gratifying 

Brokes  More  a  prize  of  of  $50  is  of-  number   of   entries   for   the   contest 

fered  for  the  best  poem  published  in  already  have  been  received,  some  of 

the     Granite     .Monthly     during    the  which   are    printed    herewith,    while 

year   1921.     The    judges    are    Prof.  others   may    be   found   elsewhere    in 

Katharine     Lee     Dates,   Mr.    \Y.    S.  the   magazine. 
Braithwaite    and    former    Governor 

ETERNITY  HATH  NO  AGE! 

By  Maude  Gcrdon-Roby. 

Nay.  tell  me  not  that  I  am  growing  old  ! 
Look  upward  to   the  glowing  Sun:  Behold 
His  morning  face  of  warm  and  ruddy  gold. 
The  white  arms  of  the  Sea  caressingly  enfold 
His  rays  until  her  bosom,  heaving,  cold, 

Transmutes    the    glory Evening    bells    are 

tolled; 
A  million  Stars  leap  out,  nor  are  they  doled 
Forth  scantily  like  lambs  into  the  fold. 

They  crowd  the  blue  and  ever  joyous  hold 
Communion    with    the    spheres.    '  Man    cannot 

mold 
His  age,  he  WAS  before  the  planets  rolled 
Across  the  firmament Man  is  not  old! 


MEMORIES 

By  Clair  T.  Leonard. 

At  night,  dull  fancies  take  their  shapes  again, 
And  feed  the  mind  with  recollections  dim 
Of  jollity  and  mirth  and  merry  men 
And   prattling  children— darling  cherubim; 

Of  silly  errors,  sweet  in  innocence, 

And  spiteful  actions  of  demeanor  foul, 

And  days  and  weeks  of  irksome  penitence, 

Till    God   might   waive   the   sufT'rings  of   my   soul. 

And  then  within  the  blackness  of  the  night, 

Illumined   like   those   knightly   dreams  of   old, 

My  soul  is  quicken'd  by  a  vision  bright 

Of  thee.     And   when   't   is   gone  my   soul  grows  cold 

The   night  reveals  how   far  remote   thou   art, 

How  many  months  have  passed  since  we  did  part. 


CAMILLA  SINGS  131 


Loud  is  the  voice  of  the  wind. 

When    the    mountains    about    arc    cold. 
Wise  are  the  words  of  men, 

When  they  speak  from  of  old. 
New  is  the  dawn  on  the  hill, 

Ancient  the  day   that   dies. 
Heart  of  me,  soul  of  me,  life  of  me, 

What  would  you  give  to  be  wise? 

Many  the  voices  that  strive 

To  riddle  the  meaning-  of  God. 
Many  the  steps  that  wipe  out 

The   pathways   that   others   have   trod. 
Loud  is  the  voice  of  Life, 

And   greater  than  Death's  in  men's  eyes. 
Heart  of  me.  soul  of  me,  life  of  me, 

Would  ye  give  what   to  be  wise? 

When   the   crimson   day    is   fading 

Into  gold  across  the  lea. 
And  the  moon   is  pouring  silver 

O'er  the  dark,  dim,  purple  sea, 
And  the  first  gleam  of  the  beacon 

Twinkles   out   across    the    dark, 
The  home-light  of  the  dory 

And    the  swaying  fisher-bark. 

Low   a   woman's   heart    is   singing 

In    the   firelight's   homely   glare, 
Singing  softly  to  the  shadows 

That  beat  back  the  hearthstone-flare, 
And  her  heart   is   full  of  gladness, — 

Though  her  song  is  all   of  pain, — 
For  she  cannot  hear  the  thunder 

Or  the   racing  hurricane, 
That  in   far  off   Southern   oceans 

Strikes   and    overwhelms    in    wrath 
The  ship  that  seeks  to  breast  a  way 

Athwart  its  foam-blazed  path. 

Pale  are  ghosts  of  the  dead 

That  walk  on   the  sea ; 
Worn  are  the  hearts  that  pray 

In  love  and  misery  ; 
Black  as  the  caverns  of  death 

Are   the   pits   of   her  eyes  ; 
Heart  of  me,  soul  of  me,  life  of  me, 

Would  ye  be  wise? 


132  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

Where   the  city   lights  arc   mocking-. — 

With  a  mocking  that  defames, 
Where   the   city   lights  arc  tender. 

Like  brooding  altar  flames, 
Where  the  ceaseless  hum  of  thousands 

Seems  to  weave  as  by  a  spell 
All    the   glory    that   is    Heaven's 

All  the  hate  that  toils   in  Hell. 


A  woman's  heart  is  singing 

As    the    evening   gathers    down, 
And   the  thousand  steps  beat  homeward 

From   the  busy,  tired  town, 
Her  heart  sings   with   the. city 

That  has  left  the  toil  of  day. 
And,   dressed   in   light  and   laughter, 

Waits  to  dan.ee  the  night  away. 
So  she  gives  her  heart  to   singing, 

For  she  cannot — cannot  hear 
In  a  far  off  street  the  clanging  gong 

That   marks   the   city's   fear. 

Pale  are   the   ghosts  of  the   dead 

The  city  has  slain  ; 
Broken    the    hearts    that   weep 

And   pray  in   their  pain; 
Bitter  as   sour'  wine 

Are  the  tears  in  her  eyes ; 
Heart  of   me,  soul   of   me,  life  of  me, 

Would  ye  be  wise? 

Older  than  the  wisdom 

That  mutters  through  the  ages, 
Younger   than   the   dawn 

That  reddens  on  the  hill, 
Sweeter  than  the  hawthorne. 

More   bitter  than   the   hemlock 
Is  the  whispered   love  song 

That  bids  the  world  be  still. 

Listen,    can't   you   hear    it, 

In  these  words  that  falter, 
Read  it  in  my  tears 

And  blushes  ere  they  go? 
Nay,  then   I  must  tell  you 

How  bitterly  I  love  you, — 
Take  me,  hold,  love  me— 

And  slay  me  even  so ! 


EDITORIAL 


New  Hampshire,  natural  home  of 
winter  sports,  is  awaking  to  a 
realization   of    her   opportunities   on 

this  line  which  ought  10  mean  much 
for  the  good  of  the  state.  Winter 
carnivals.,  with  programs  extending 
over  .several  days,  were  held  dur- 
ing the  month  of  February,  1921,  at 
Newport,  Gorham,  Hanover  and 
Lacortia.  Washington's  Birthday 
saw  more  winter  guests  from  the 
cities  come  within  the  state  than 
ever  before.  Seeing  the  profitable 
possibilities  from  a  pecuniary  point 
of  view  inherent  in  this  situation, 
the  New  Hampshire  Association  of 
Publishers  of  Weekly  Newspapers, 
at  its  recent  midwinter  meeting  took 
the  lead  in  advocating  action 
throughout  the  state  for  realizing 
upon  this  great  and  almost  un- 
touched asset  of  our  commonwealth. 
The  Switzerland  of  America  does 
not  need  to  go  so  far  as  its  name- 
sake country  over  seas  to  witness 
an  example  of  such  development, 
although  it  is  reached  in  its  highest 
degree  in  that  land  of  the  Alps. 
Here  in  America  certain  sections 
of  the  state  of  New  York  make 
every  midwinter  a  season  of  such 
joyous  and  healthful  outdoor  sport 
as  to  draw  thousands  thither  to 
participate  in  it.  There  is  no  rea- 
son why  all  of  New  Hampshire 
cannot  do  the  same.  In  a  normal 
winter  the  supply  of  snow  upon  our 
hillj  and  fields  and  of  ice  upon  our 
lakes  and  rivers  is  sufficient  for  all 
demands  of  snowshoe,  ski  and 
skate.  Ideal  spots  for  winter 
sports  of  every  kind  are  to  be  found 
by  the  score  within  easy  access 
from  the  great  cities  and  well 
supplied  with  good  hotels  capable 
of  entertaining  the  winter  guest  as 
hospitably  as  they/ have  for  many 
years  the  summer  visitor.  For  a 
long  time  the  members  of  the  Ap- 
palachian Mountain  Club  have  been 


aware  that  to  know  the  White  Hills 
at  their  best  one  must  see  them  at 
their  whitest  and  A.  M.  C.  parties 
anually  have  bearded  the  zero 
weather  dragon  in  his  lair  amid  the 
mountain  fastnesses. 

More  recently  the  Dartmouth 
Outing  Club  has  turned  the  tedium 
of  the  old  time  Hanover  winter  into 
a  season  of  joyful  sport  and  has 
flung  its  line  of  cabin  outposts  over 
a  hundred  miles  of  hills.  Not  the 
least  factor  in  the  wonderful  growth 
of  the  college  has  been  the  widely 
disseminated  knowledge  of  the  work 
and  fun  of  the  Outing  Club.  Bring- 
ing the  boys  from  card  and  pool 
tables,  yes.  and  from  study  desks 
and  book  shelves,  into  God's  great 
white  out  of  doors;  sending  them 
over  the  snow  and  ice,  across  the 
fields,  through  the  woods  and  up  the 
hills,  until  every  nerve  tingles  with 
the  joy  of  being  alive,  has.  done 
wonders  for  the  physical  health  and 
spiritual  morale  of  the  college  body. 

It  will  do  much  for  every  com- 
munity which  gives  it  a  fair  trial. 
We  can  see,  as  the  newspaper  pub- 
lishers see.  much  money  coming  into 
New  Hampshire  as  a  result  of  mak- 
ing available  our  winter  sport  re- 
sources and  advertising  them  to  the 
world.  And  we  can  see,  also,  how 
a  greater  degree  of  out-of-door 
winter  life  for  our  own  people  would 
make  us  happier,  healthier  and  long- 
er-lived. We  wish  every  city  and 
village  considered  a  toboggan  slide 
as  much  of  a  necessity  as  a  moving 
picture  theater;  we  wish  there  were 
as  many  ice  skating  rinks  as  dance 
halls ;  we  wish  more  girls  would 
snowshoe  and  fewer  would  "shim- 
my ;"  we  wish  more  boys  would 
play  hockey  and  fewer  would  play 
pool.  And  perhaps  all  these  things 
will  come  to  pass  if  we  give  them 
a  chance. 


NEW  HAMPSHIRE  NECROLOGY 


DR.  ALFRED  W.  ABBOTT 

Alfred  W.  Abbott,  M.  I).,  was  born  in 
Concord.  May  7.  1842,  the  son  of  Alfred 
C.  and  Judith  (Farnum)  Abbott,  and  died 
at  Laconia,  January  23.  He  attended  the 
academy  at  Boscawen  and  studied  medi- 
cine with  Dr.  A.  E.  Emery  at  Freherville 
and  at  the  Dartmouth  Medical  College, 
from  which  he  graduated  in  IS68.  Be- 
ginning practice  in  Kansas,  he  soon  re- 
turned to  New  Hampshire,  at  first  at 
Suncook    and    then    at    Sanbornton,    where 


Miss  Blancht 
Laconia    Hie 


Abbott,  a   teacher  in  the 
lool. 


SUMNER  C.  HILL 
Deacon  Sumner  Cummings  Hill,  son  of 
Cot.  John  and  Betsey  (Eastman)  .  Hill, 
was  born  in  Conway,  August  10.  1833,  and 
died,  there  January  20,  1921.  Lie  married, 
April  24.  1873,  Mrs.  Helen  M.  (Dow) 
Merrill,  of  North  Conway,  who  died 
February  18.  1914.  As  farmer,  banker, 
postmaster    and    state    representative,    Mr. 


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The  late  Dr.  A.  W.  Abbott. 


he  was  located  1870-18S0.  For  the  past 
40  years  he  had  been  a  leading  citizen  and 
professional/  man  of  Laconia.  He)  wa"s 
the  second  president  of  the  Winnipesaukee 
Academy  of  Medicine;  president  of  the 
Citizens'  Telephone  Company;  and  trus- 
tee of  the  Laconia  Savings  Bank.  On 
December  30,  1809,  he  was  united  in  mar- 
riage to  Julia  Ann  Clay  of  Manchester, 
who  survives,  with  a  son,  Dr.  Clifton  S. 
Abbott,    of    Laconia,      and      a    daughter, 


.Hill  served  his  day  and  generation.  He 
was  a  charter  member  of  the  Second  Con- 
gregational Church  of  Conway  and  was 
elected  deacon  for  life.  The  funeral  was 
held  on  January  23,  his  pastor,  Rev. 
Charles  E.  Beals,  officiating.  Interment 
was  in  West  Side  Cemetery,  Conway. 
Deacon  Hill  was  a  good  man,  a  useful 
citizen,  a  sterling  Christian.  He  is  sur- 
vived by  an  only  daughter,  Louise  D. 
(Mrs.    Stephen   Allard),   of    Conway. 


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IN'THI  JE: 

THE  BEGINNINGS  OF  A  GREAT 

NEW  ffAMPSHIRE      H    "  STRY 


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APRIL,    1921. 


No.    4 


THE  LATE  BENJAMIN  HOLT 


BENJAMIN  HOLT,  President  of 
The  Holt  Manufacturing  Company 
and  inventor  of  world-fame,  died  at 
Stockton,  California,  on  December 
5th,  1920,  after  an  illness  that  had 
confined  him  to  his  bed  only  about 
ten  days. 

Benjamin  Holt,  by  his  inventive 
genius  and  his  wonderful  ability, 
built  up  a  mammoth  industry,  made 
employment  for  thousands  of  men, 
put  agriculture  on  a  higher  plane  of 
efficiency  and  profit,  and  gave  the 
world  a  machine  that  has  been  char- 
acterized as  the  greatest  contribu- 
tion to  the  success  of  the  Allies  in 
the  great  world  war.  Unlike  so 
many  inventors  and  organizers,  Mr. 
Holt  lived  to  see  the  fruition  of  his 
dreams  and  ambitions,  to  see  the 
building  up  of  two  immense  fac- 
tories for  the  manufacture  of  his 
product,  to  see  thousands  of  these 
machines  sent  out  into  every  part 
of  the  civilized  world,  and  finally  to 
realize  the  greatest  triumph  of  all- — 
the  success  of  the  Allied  Armies, 
due  more  than  anything  else  to  the 
tanks  and  tractors  that  were  the 
development  of  his  brain. 

Benjamin  Holt  was  born  in 
Loudon,  Merrimack  County,  New- 
Hampshire,  the  seventh  of  eleven 
children  of  William  K.  Holt,  on 
January  1st,  1849.  His  primary 
education  was  gleaned  in  the  public 
schools  around  his  boyhood  home, 
and  in  the  academy  at  Tilton,  New 
Hampshire.  Later  he  attended  the 
Baptist  institution  of  learning,  now 
Colby  Academy,  at  New  London. 

In  1868,  Benjamin  Holt,  with  his 
brothers,    W.    Harrison,     A.    Frank 


and  Charles  H.  Holt,  began  the 
manufacture  of  wagon  spokes  and 
hubs,  shipping  this  material,  and 
also  hardwood  lumber,  into  all  parts 
of  the  United  States.  In  1S73,  Ben- 
jamin Holt  established  at  Concord, 
New  Hampshire,  a  plant  for  the 
manufacture  of  spokes,  hubs,  fel- 
loes, wheels,  bodies  and  running 
gears,  and  during  the  ten  years  that 
he  continued  this  business  he  built 
up  an  extensive  trade  that  gave  him 
a  wide  reputation  in  business  and 
manufacturing  circles  throughout 
the  East. 

In  1871,  Benjamin  Holt,  together 
with  W.  Harrison  Holt  and  A. 
Frank  Holt,  entered  a  wholesale 
hardwood  and  wheel  business  which 
had  been  established  in  San  Fran- 
cisco some  time  earlier  by  Charles 
H.  Holt.  The  new  firm  was  known 
as  Holt  Brothers  Company.  Ben- 
jamin Holt  did  not,  however,  come 
to  California  until  1883,  at  which 
time  he  and  Charles  H.  Holt  took 
up  the  manufacture  of  wheels  and 
wagon  material  in  Stockton,  first 
under  the  name  of  The  Stockton 
Wheel  Company,  but  after  1892 
under  the  present  name  of  The 
Holt  Manufacturing  Company. 

Mr.  Holt  was  married  in  1890  to 
Miss  Anna  Brown,  daughter  of 
Benjamin  Brown.  The  children 
are  Alfred  Brown,  Anne  (Mrs. 
Warren  Atherton),  William  Knox, 
Edison  and  Benjamin  Dean. 

Through  the  entire  history  of 
the  Holt  Company,  Benjamin  Holt 
had  been  the  mechanical  head  of 
the  company,  and  had  been  its 
president  since     the      incorporation 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


under  its  present  name  in  1892.  Tl 
was  Benjamin  Holt  who  invented 
combined  harvesters,  which  greatly 
reduced  the  cost  and  labor  of  har- 
vesting grain  by  combining  the 
cutting.  threshing  and  cleaning 
operations.  It  was  Benjamin  Holt 
who  invented  the  self-propelled 
combined  harvester,  a  combination 
of  tractor  and  harvester.  It  was 
Benjamin-  Holt  who  invented  the 
"Caterpillar"  Tractor,  which  prov- 
ed to  offer  the  only  solution  of  the 
problem  of  traction  on  soft  and 
slippery  surfaces  and  rough  ground 
conditions. 

Up  to  the  time  of  his  death  more 
than  one  hundred  inventions  cover 
Benjamin  Holt's  achievements  in 
the  field  of  industry  and  practically 
all  are  incorporated  in  the  products 
of  The  Holt  Manufacturing  Com- 
pany.. Many  of  Benjamin  Holt's 
most  remarkable  achievements 
were  made  in  the  later  years  of 
his  life,  his  wonderful  inventive 
faculties  being  retained  in  full 
measure  up  to  the  time  of  his  death. 
One  of  his  last  words,  in  fact,  was 
a  request  for  information  regarding 
the  progress  of  work  on  one  of  his 
experimental  machines.  This  in- 
terest continued  in  spite  of  the  fact 
that  Benjamin   Holt   himself  realiz- 


ed, ui  spite  of  the  assurances  of  his 
doctors  and  nurses,  that  the  end 
was  near. 

Probably  no  man  who  has  won  so 

large  a  measure  of  world  wide 
tame  as  Benjamin  Holt  has  so 
modestly  sought  avoidance  of 
popular  praise  and  public  recogni- 
tion of  his  achievements.  Instead 
of  accepting  the  honors  that  might 
have  been  his,  Benjamin  Holt  pre- 
ferred to  devote  his  entire  time  and 
energy  and  all  of  his  inventive 
faculties  to  his  life  work — perfection 
of  his  product  and  further  invention 
along   new   lines. 

Benjamin  Holt's  death  marks  the 
passing  of  the  last  of  the.  founders 
of  the  Holt  business.  The  younger 
generation  is  represented  in  the. 
Holt  Company  by  C.  Parker  Holt, 
treasurer,  son  of  Charles  H.  Holt; 
Pliny  E.  Holt,  vice-president,  and 
Ben  C.  Holt,  manager  of  Pacific 
Northwest  business,  sons  of  W. 
Harrison  Holt.  Alfred  Holt,  the 
oldest  son  of  Benjamin  Holt,  is 
connected  with  the  Peoria  Holt 
office;  William  Holt,  the  second 
son,  is  engaged  in  sales  and  service 
work  for  the  Company  in  Texas  : 
the  two  younger  son.s  are  still  in 
the   Universitv   of   California; 


SPRING 

By  Martha  S.  Baker. 

A  vanished  joy,  my  garden,  erstwhile  gay. 
The   autumn   frost    had   swept   it   ghost-like,   sere, 
No  trace  of  perfume  freighted  blossoms  near. 
No  dew   drenched    roses  rare,   naught  but   decay, 
Where  brigand  bees  sought  sweets  are  dead  stalks  grey 
The  wailing  winds'  discordant  dirge,  a  jeer; 
Depressive,  desolate   the   scene  so  drear; 
Death's  icy  hand  has  had  its  way. 

But  hark!    The  Spring's  clear  call.  "  'Tis  time  to  wake,: 

Behold  a  bit  of  blue  on  flashing  wing; 

The  captive  streams  released  rush  reckless  on  ; 

The   crocus  starts  its   upward  way   to   take ; 

Triumphant    paeans    nature's    voices    sing, 

For  Life  in  conflict  over  death  has  won. 


THE  BEGINNINGS  OF  A  GREAT 
NEW  HAMPSHIRE  INDUSTRY 


By  George  B.  Upham. 


The  Sullivan  Machinery  Company  now  has  ofli  ea  in  Boston,  New  York.  Pittsburgh.  Knox- 
irille,  St.  Louis.  Cleveland.  Duluth,  Dallas,  Joplin,  Denver.  Spokane,  El  Paso  Salt  Lake, 
San  Francisco;  and  agent:  in  oil;.,  r  industrial  and  qiining  centers  in  the  United  States;  also  in 
Toronto,  Vancouver.  Mexico  City,  Santiago  in  Chile,  and  Lima  in  Peru.  In  the  old  world  it 
maintains  heatiqu-arters  at  London  and  Pavis  and  before  the  war  had  a  flourishing  branch  in 
PetrogTad.  A  branch  has  been  maintained  for  many  ytars  in  Sydney,  Australia,  and  the  com- 
pany'a  representatives  are  selling  Sullivan  mining-  machinery  in  Japan,  India,  The  Federated 
Malay    States,    and    South    Africa. 

Sullivan  machinery  for  excavating  rock  in  mines,  tunnels  and  quarries,  for  compressing 
air,  for  prospecting  for  minerals,  and  for  mining:  coal  is  found  in  every  part  of  the  world 
where  these  industries  are  carried  on.  This  article  tells  of  the  small,  yet  interesting,  begin- 
nings  of   this    New    Hampshire    industry. 


The  establishment  of  the  machine 

business  in  Claremont,  N.  H.,  which 
later  became  the  Sullivan  Machine- 
ry Company,  was  due  to  the  enter- 
prise of  James  Phineas  Upham, 
who  made  a  beginning  there  short- 
ly after  his  graduation  from  Dart- 
mouth College  in  1850.  How  he 
came  to  be  burn  and  to  live  in  Clare- 
mont ma}"  be  told  in  a  few  words, 
involving  an  interesting  and  little 
realized  fact   in   American   history. 

In  the  later  years  of  the  eigh- 
teenth century  the  Upper  Connecti- 
cut river  valley  was  to  the  settled 
communities  of  Southern  New  Eng- 
land what  the  middle  west  be- 
came to  all  New  England  half 
a  century  later.  Enterprising 
people  went  there,  ''to  grow  up  with 
the  country."  Mr.  Upham's  father, 
George  Baxter  Upham,  after  grad- 
uation at  Harvard  in  1789,  saddled 
his  horse,  rode  north  from  Brook- 
field,  Mass.,  settled  at  Claremont 
and  there  began  the  practice  of  the 
law,  which  he  continued  throughout 
Western  New  Hampshire  for  forty 
years.  He  founded  the  first  bank 
in  Claremont,  and  was  elected  to 
Congress  for  several  terms,  riding  to 
and  from  Washington  on  horse- 
back. He  died  in  '1848.  His  son, 
after  graduation  from  Dartmouth, 
returned  to  Claremont  and  bought 
lands  on  the  slopes  of  Barbers 
Mountain  and  bordering  on  the 
Connecticut    River    which    are    still 


occupied  by  his  descendants.  Al- 
though without  mechanical  train- 
ing Mr.  Upham  was  always  intense- 
ly interested  in  machinery,  es- 
pecially in  new  and  useful  improve- 
ments. 

A  little  machine  shop  with  a  small 
foundry  was  then  in  existence  on  a 
part  of  the  present  site  of  the  Sul- 
livan Machinery  Co.,  in  Claremont. 
Mr.  Upham  bought  it  in  1851.  It 
was  at  first  carried  on  in  the  name 
of  Mr.  Upham's  bookkeeper  and 
known  as  "D.  A.  Clay  &  Co." 
When  additions  to  the  buildings  and 
machinery  had  been  made,  in  1854, 
it  was  dignified  by  the  name  "Clare- 
mont Machine  Works."  Among  its 
products  then  advertised  were  "En- 
gine lathes  of  4  sizes  and  the  latest 
patterns,"  "Iron  Planers  of  a  new 
and  desirable  style,"  "Paper  Mill 
Machines'  and  Circular  Saw  Mills, 
the  best  in  use.  These  mills  will 
saw  1,000  feet  of  boards  per  hour. 
We  are  now  filling  orders  for  them 
for  the  great  pine  timber  regions  in 
Minnesota."  The  "Tuttle  Water 
Wheel,"  was  another  product, 
which,  however,  was  soon  super- 
seded by  the  "Tyler  Turbine  Water 
Wheel,"  invented  by  John  Tyler,  a 
resident  of  Claremont.  The  latter 
wheel  was  extensively  manufactur- 
ed by  the  Claremont  Machine 
Works  and  its  successors  for  a  third 
of  a  century. 

In   1856  this  wheel  was  exhibited 


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at  the  Crystal  Palace  in  New  York 
and  received  the  highest  prize  medal 
awarded  to  water  wheels.  More 
than  three  thousand  were  manufac- 
tured by  the  Claremont  Machine 
Works  and  its  successors,  some 
made  in  sections  to  be  carried  tip 
into  the  Andes  and  other  moun- 
tainous districts  on  muleback. 

The  Claremont  Machine  Works 
at  about  the  same  time  also  receiv- 
ed the  highest  premiums  awarded 
at  the  Crystal  Palace  in  New  York 
for  engine  lathes  and  planers.  The 
Tyler  water  wheel  was  to  be  found 
in  almost  every  state  and  territory 
of  the   Union.     For   many   years   in 


At  about  this  early  period  the 
business  was  recorded  as  having  an 
invested  capital  of  $15,000  and  em- 
ploying thirty  men,  probably  an 
understatement   of   both. 

About  1860  Mr.  Upham,  contin- 
uing to  be  the  sole  owner,  changed 
the  name  to  J.  P.  Upham  &  Co. 
During  the  sixties  the  manufacture 
of  the  Tyler  Water  Wheel  was  con- 
tinued in  large  numbers;  thousands 
of  water  wheel  regulators  were 
built,  and  lines  of  agricultural  ma- 
chinery were  added,  among  which 
were  the  "Clipper  Mowing  Ma- 
chine ;"  the  "Lufkin  Side  Hill 
Plough,"   one  of   the   early,   improv- 


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competitive  tests  at  various  places 
these  water  wheels  showed  the  high- 
est percentage  of  efficiency  for  the 
amount  of  water  used. 

As  early  as  1854  the  "Works" 
were  fitted  out  with  "A  Large 
Chucking  Lathe  having  a  swing  of 
6  ft.  9  in.  and  adapted  to  the  heavi- 
est work,"  with  "Boring  and  Screw 
Cutting  Machines,  and  Gear  Cutters 
for  all  kinds  of  machinery."  All 
work  sent  out  was  warranted.  Thus 
early  did  the  predecessors  of  the 
Sullivan  Machinery  Company  es- 
tablish the  principle  of  standing  be- 
hind   its    work,        ' 


ed  reversible  ploughs;  the  "Colby 
Cultivator  and  Harrow,"  a  pre- 
decessor of  the  disc  harrow  now  in 
common  use  ;  and  the  "Hunt  Sulky 
Plough,"  believed  to  have  been  the 
first   of   that   type. 

On  an  afternoon  in  May,  186S, 
Mr.  Upham  was  pruning  apple 
trees  near  the  highway,  leading  up 
the  Connecticut  River  valley  and 
known  in  colonial  days  a.s  the  "Great 
Road."  (See  Granite  Monthly  for 
February,  1920.)  Two  strangers 
driving  in  a  light  "buggy"  stopped, 
inquired  where  Mr.  Uphani  lived 
and   on   learning   that      Mr.   Upham 


A  GREAT  NEW  HAMPSHIRE  INDUSTRY 


143 


was  speaking  to  them,  hitched  their 
horse  to  a  tree  and  talked  with  him 
for  an  hour  or  more;  they  on  the 
outside,  he  on  the  inside  of  the 
moss  grown  stone  wall,  a  broad 
stone  serving  as  a  desk  for  the  ex- 
hibition of  sketches  and  for  mathe- 
matical calculations.  The  writer, 
then  a  boy,  looked  on  with  interest. 
The- strangers  were  Albert  Ball  and 
Roger  W.  Love  from  Windsor,  Ver- 
mont, seven  miles  up  the  river. 
They   brought   with    them    sketches 


come  veil  known  throughout  the 
world,  it  seems  worth  while  to  re- 
late the  circumstances  which 
brought   the   three  together. 

The  historic  village  of  Windsor 
for  more  than  half  a  century  had 
been  the  scene  of  much  interest- 
ing mechanical  development.  Pro- 
fessor Roe's  able  work  on  "English 
and  American  Tool  Builders"  (Yale 
University  Press)  begins  with  a 
description  of  the  tool  made  for 
boring  the  cylinder   of  Watt's  first 


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Works  of  Sullivan  Machinery  Company,  1921 


of  a  newly  invented  and  patented 
diamond  channeling  machine  for 
quarrying  stone,  especially  marble. 
An  agreement  to  build  this  machine 
was  made  then  and  there,  and  this 
interview  over  the  old  stone  wall 
may  be  truly  said  to  have  been  the 
inception  of  the  Sullivan  Machinery 
Company  as  an  organization  devot- 
ed especially  to  the  construction  of 
rock  cutting  and  mining  machinery. 
Since  the  meeting  of  these  three 
men  resulted  in  the  organization  of 
a  corporation  and  the  establishment 
of  a   business   which   has  since  be- 


steam  engine,  1769,  and  continues 
down  to  1915.  Of  its  294  pages 
about  one-eighth  are  devoted  to 
mechanical  developments  at  Wind- 
sor. Vt.  Had  this  book  attempt- 
ed to  tell  of  all  the  inventions  that 
originated  and  were  developed  in 
that  little  village  every  page  of  it 
would  have  been  required  for  the 
purpose. 

In  1863  an  enterprising  New 
Englander,  Mr.  E.  G.  Lamson,  was 
engaged  in  the  manufacture  of 
machinery  in  Windsor.  Mr.  Lam- 
son was   a   somewhat  restless   per- 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


son  who  travelled  much  and 
was  possessed  of  boundless  energy. 
Of  a  decidedly  inquiring  turn  of 
mind,  he  made  acquaintances  every- 
where, under  all  circumstances. 
Had  he  not  possessed  these  charac- 
teristics the  S.ullivan  Machinery 
Company  might  never  have  existed. 
Among  other  products  of  Air. 
Lamson's  establishments  were  sew- 
ing- machine.'  and  sewing  machine 
needles,    for    which    he    required    a 


Albert  Ball. 
Giief     Mechanical     Engineer    of     Sullivan 
Machinery   Co.,   for   nearly   50  years. 

small  but  extremely  accurate  engine 
lathe.  Albert  Ball",  born  at  Boyls- 
ton,  Mass.,  in  1835,  and  at  the  time 
in  question  employed  by  L.  \V. 
Pond  in  Worcester,  had  built  such 
a  lathe  for  his  own  personal  use. 

Mr.  Lamson,  learning  of  this  fact 
from  a  fellow  passenger,  straight- 
way repaired  to  Worcester,  found 
Mr.  Ball  and  ordered  two  such 
lathes.     Mr.  Ball  had  been   making: 


fine  screws  for  a  fire-arm  then 
manufactured  by  his  employers. 
To  sec  almost  any  piece  of  mechan- 
ism was  sufficient  to  suggest  to  his 
mind  an  improvement.  He  con- 
structed a  combined  repeating  and 
single  loading  gun.  Mr.  Lamson 
saw  it  and  then  and  there  bought 
the  patent  rights,  at  the  same  time 
engaging  Mr.  Ball  to  go  to  Wind- 
sor to  further  develop  his  inven- 
tion and  to  superintend  the  manu- 
facture. 

In  the  spring  of  1866,  while  riding 
in  a  railway  train  north  from  New 
York  to  Windsor,  Mr.  Lamson  with 
unerring  eye  selected  a  seat  beside 
a  man  who,  it  developed,  was  on  his 
way  to  St.  Johnsbury,  Yt.,  to  make 
arrangements  for  the  manufacture 
of  an  improved  stone  channeling 
machine.  Mr.  Lamson  soon  con- 
vinced his  new  acquaintance  that 
there  was  no  need  to  travel  so  far 
north,  and  that  the  place  for  which 
he  was  really  destined  was  Windsor. 
The  negotiations  with  him  fell 
through,  but  Mr.  Lamson,  his  mind 
started  in  that  direction,  was  de- 
termined to  build  a  stone  channeler. 
He  directed  Mr.  P.all  to  make  the 
working  drawings  upon  the  princi- 
ple used  in  a  certain  trip-hammer. 
After  investigation  the  latter  re- 
ported that  if  so  built  it  would  in- 
fringe upon  the  patents  of  the 
friend  of  the  railway  car,  whereup- 
on Mr.  Lamson  said,  somewhat 
sharply,  "You  attend  to  the  work- 
ing drawings,  I'll  attend  to  patents." 

On  another  railway  journey  a 
few  months  later  Mr.  Lamson  seat- 
ed himself  beside  a  clergyman,  a 
Mr.  Love,  who  had  recently  in- 
herited $40,000.  Mr.  Lamson  soon 
discovered  that  fact  with  the  con- 
sequence that  this  money  was  in- 
vested in  his  stone  channeler.  The 
United  States  Circuit  Court  was 
unkind  to  Mr.  Lamson  in  this  ad- 
venture. The  clergyman's  invest- 
ment   proved      a      permanent     one. 


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145 


Fearing  that  not  all  was  as  he  had 
hoped,  the  Rev.  Mr.  Love  sent  his 
son,  Roger,  graduate,  of  Brown 
University,  a  recently  discharged 
soldier  who  had  been  present  fight- 
ing throughout  the  siege  of  Charles- 
ton, to  Windsor  to  investigate.  Mr. 
Lamson  generously  offered  the 
voung  man  a  position  as  accountant 
in  his  office. 

Roger   Love  saw   the  stone  chan- 
neled   then    under    the    cloud    of    an 


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James    Pkixeas    Upham, 

Predecessor  and  Founder  of  the 

Sullivan    Machinery   Company. 

injunction  for  patent  interference, 
and  conceived  the  idea  of  channeling 
stone  by  boring  intersecting  holes 
with  diamond  drills  operated  in 
gangs.  Mr.  Love  was  not  a  me- 
chanic, so  Mr.  Ball,  outside  of 
working  hours,  draughted  a  machine 
developing  the  idea.  Mr.  Lamson 
heard  of  this  and  sharply  repri- 
manded him.  The  resignation  of 
both  and  the  interview  with  Mr. 
Upham  over  the  stone  wall  prompt- 


ly followed.  Thus  were  the.se  three 
men  brought;  together,  and  thus 
came  into  existence  the  Sullivan 
Machine  Company. 

It  is  of  interest  to  note  the  con- 
sequences of  Mr.  Ball's  improve- 
ment in  rifles.  The  U.  S.  Govern- 
ment contracted  for  two  thousand 
of  them,  but  about  the  time  they 
were  completed  the  Civil  War  end- 
ed. The  Windsor  Company  then 
had  five  hundred  rifles  on  hand.  A 
wide  awake  German  saw  one  of 
them  in  New  York,  bought  the 
entire  lot  and  shipped  them  to 
Prussia.  The  government  of  that 
belligerent  autocracy  immediately 
reproduced  them,  with  some  modi- 
fications, in  enormous  numbers. 
With  this  superior  arm  Prussia  was 
then  prepared  to  go  out  and  steal 
something  from  her  neighbors. 
She  promptly  did  so.  Defeating 
Austria  and  her  allies,  who  had  no 
repeating  rifles,  at  the  battle  of 
Sadowa  in  July,  1866.  she  practical- 
ly annexed  not  only  Schleswig, 
Holstein  and  Hanover  in  the  north, 
but  also  some  half  dozen  South 
German  states  which  had  been  the 
■allies  of  Austria.  Thus  was  the 
inventive  genius  of  the  man  who 
was  to  be  for  nearly  half  a  century 
chief  mechanical  engineer  of  the 
Sullivan  Machinery  Company  un- 
wittingly a  cause  of  Prussia's  mili- 
tary ascendancy.  The  Ball  repeat- 
ing rifle  is  an  acknowledged  pro- 
genitor of  the  Winchester  and  other 
leading  repeating  rifles.  Mr.  Ball 
was  also,  in  1863,  the  inventor  of 
the  cartridge  greasing  machine 
which,  with  little  change,  is  every- 
where  in  .  general   use   today. 

Work  was  begun  upon  the  dia- 
mond chaneling  machine  as  soon 
as  the  working  drawings  could  be 
prepared.  It  was  completed  Aug- 
ust, 1868,  operated  upon  blocks  of 
marble  on  an  outdoor  platform 
where  the  shipping  room  of  the 
factory  is  now,  and  first  tried  in  the 
quarries   of   the     Sutherland      Falls 


146 


HE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


Marble  Co.  (now  Proctor,  Vt.)  in 
September,  186S. 

On  January  18.  1869,  the  Sullivan 
Machine  Company  was  organized 
under  New  Hampshire  laws.  The 
name  Sullivan  was  that  of  the 
county  in  which,  the  business  was 
carried  en,  which  had  been  named 
for  the  intrepid  General  John  Sulli- 
van, who  with  General  Stark  had 
shared  the  principal  honors  of  New 
Hampshire   in  the   Revolution. 

The  incorporators  were  James  P. 
Upham  of  Claremont.  Roger  W. 
Rove  and  Albert  Ball  of  Windsor, 
Horace  T.  Rove  and  Edwin  T.  Rice 
of  New  York  City.  The  purposes 
were  "carrying  on  a  General  Found- 
ry and  Machine  business,  including 
the  development  of  inventions  and 
the  holding  and  management  of 
Patents  relating  to  Machinery." 
The  capital  stock  was  fixed  at 
$200,000. 

At  the  first  meeting  held  on 
February  6,  1869,  the  five  incor- 
porators were  elected  directors. 
James  P.  Upham  was  elected  presi- 
dent, an  office  held  by  him  for 
twenty-three  years  ;  Roger  W.  Rove, 
Treasurer,  and  Albert  Ball,  Super- 
intendent and  Mechanical  Engineer. 
Mr.  Rove  and  Mr.  Ball  came  to 
reside  in  Claremont  in  the  spring 
of  1869. 

In  February,  1872,  John  Henry 
Elliot  of  Keene,  N.  H.,  who  for 
years  had  been  a  personal  friend 
of  Mr.  Upham,  invested  $50,000  in 
the  business,  taking  unissued  stock 
at  pat  to  that  amount;  he  was  im- 
mediately elected  a  director  in 
place  of  Horace  T.  Rove,  and  re- 
mained a  director  until  his  death  in 
1895. 

A  few  words  respecting  the 
characteristics  of  the  early  officers 
of  this  company.  Mr.  Upham  was 
public  spirited,  enterprising,  genial 
and  ever  ready  to  aid  in  all  im- 
provements. Mr.  Elliott  had  back- 
ed with  rare  judgment  numerous 
successful     enterprises       in       New 


Hampshire :  a  sparkling  wit  and  an 
effervescent  humor  made  associa- 
tion with  him  a  continued  delight. 
Mr.  Ball's  chief  characteristics  were 
and  are  an  extreme  modesty  and  a 
quick  perception  of  how  to  accom- 
plish any  desired  operation  by 
mechanical  means.  Mr.  Rove  in 
personal  appearance  and  cerebral 
activity  was  keen  as  a  razor.  Mr. 
Rice,  a  learned  and  highly  cultured 
lawyer,  was  counsel  for  the  com- 
pany. 


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Sullivan    Diamond    Gadder   with    boiler, 
1870  or   1871. 

The  first  diamond  channeler,  com- 
pleted in  August,  1868,  was  a  six 
spindle,  variable  speed  core  drill, 
movable  on  a  track  with  a  guaging 
device  to  space  the  holes,  and  opera- 
tive at  any  angle.  It  was  soon 
found  that  the  cores  caused  dif- 
ficulty by  breaking  and  jamming  in 
the  ryds,  and  an  obtuse  angle,  co- 
nical, solid  head  was  substituted 
for  an  annular  head,  with  at  first 
four,  later  two,  holes  for  the  escape 
of  the  water  to  clear  the  detritus. 
Black  diamonds  were  then  cheap, 
costing  only  $3.50  per  carat.  Thev 
now  cost  $100  per  carat. 


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147 


The  diamonds,  known  in  the  trade 
as  "carbon."  are  black,  brown,  or 
dark  gray  in  color,  with  a  dull 
lustre.  They  have  no  such  cleav- 
age as  the  white  diamonds,  so  do 
not  split  or  crumble  on  rotation 
of  the  drill.  They  are  found  in 
gravel  and  almost  exclusively  with- 
in an  area  of  a  few  hundred  square 
miles  in  the  province  of  Bahia, 
Brazil.  The  largest  one  ever  found 
there,  in  1895.  weighed  3,150  carats. 
The  large  ones  are,  however,  rela- 
tively less  valuable  than  the  small- 
er sized,  since  much  labor  is  re- 
quired and  some  loss  sustained  in 
reducing  them  to  fragments  of 
suitable  size  for  drill  heads.  Black 
diamonds  are  not  beautiful,  looking 
much  like  small  bits  of  coal;  but, 
next  to  radium,  they  are  by  weight 
perhaps  the  most  costU  commercial 
commodity  this  planet  affords. 
Aside  from  use  in  rock  boring  they 
are  used  only  in  cutting  and  polish- 
ing-  brilliants. 

About  twelve  diamonds  were 
set  in  each  head.  They  averaged 
about  three-sixteenths  of  an  inch  in 
diameter,  about  nine-tenths  of  each 
diamond  being  embedded  in  the 
steel.  At  the  periphery  they  at 
first  projected  slightly  beyond  the 
circumference  of  the  head.  This 
channeler  made  wall  cuts  at  any 
desired  angle,  which  no  other 
machine   was    capable   of   doing. 

The  first  channeler  was  never 
sold,  but  used  on  contract  work  in 
Vermont  marble  quarries  and  for 
a  time  on  red  sandstone  at  Portland, 
Conn.  The  channeling  price  was 
at  first  $1.25  per  square  foot,  later 
reduced  to  seventy-five  cents.  The 
second  was  sold  to  the  Columbian 
Marble  Co.  and  used  in  its  quarries 
near  Sutherland  Falls,  Vt.  The 
third  was  sold  to  the  owners  of 
the  old  Prime  Ouarrv  at  Brandon, 
Vt. 

In  1871  the  six  spindle  machine 
was  superseded  by  the  two  or  three 
spindle   channeler,   which    remained 


in  use  for  many  years  until  the 
high  price  of  "carbon,''  black 
diamonds,  proved  prohibitive.  The 
thousands  of  square  feet  of  semi- 
.circular  drill  holes  on  the  walls  of 
stone  and  marble  quarries  in  Ver- 
mont and  other  states  attest  the 
extensive  use  of  the  diamond  chan- 
neling machines  made  by  the 
Sullivan    Machine    Company. 

The  drills  sank  into  the  marble 
at  the  astonishing  rate  of  eight  to 
ten  inches  per  minute  when  run  at 
the  usual  speed  of  800  to  1,000 
revolutions.  A  depth  of  one  inch 
to  a  hundred  revolutions  could  be 
depended  upon  in  average  marble. 
The  wear  on  the  diamonds,  even 
after  long  periods  of  service,  was 
almost  imperceptible  unless  flint  or 
quartz  had  been  encountered,  or 
nuts,  or  bolts  dropped  into  incom- 
plete channels,  when,  although 
nine-tenths  imbedded  in  the 
hardened  steel,  the  diamonds  were 
sometimes  ripped  bodily  from  their 
setting  without  being  otherwise 
injured. 

These  channelers  were  so  far  in 
advance  of  all  other  machines  that 
they  became  indispensable  and 
elicited  the  highest  praise  from 
many  of  the  best  known  quarrymen 
who  wrote  as  follows:  "The  great 
labor  saving  machine  of  the  age ;" 
"Without  it  we  cannot  successfully 
compete  with  our  rivals  in  the 
trade;"  "Does  work  hitherto  re- 
garded as  impossible  to  be  done  by 
machinery." 

In  1869  the  company  built  its  first 
"Gadder,"  a  single  spindle,  solid 
head  diamond  drill,  used  for  drilling 
shallow  holes  beneath  the  marble 
block  to  split  it  from  its  bed.  One 
machine  accomplished  more  and 
better  work  than  the  hand  labor  of 
twenty  men.  In  January,  1872, 
Redfield  Proctor,  afterwards  Gov- 
ernor, Secretary  of  War  and  U.  S. 
Senator  from  Vermont,  wrote;  "We 
have  owned  and  worked  two  of 
your  Gadding  Machines  for  several 


L4S 


THE  GRANITE  .MONTHLY 


years  and  rind  them  admirably 
adapted  for  the  work  required,  and 
not  often  out  of  repair,  though  in 
almost    constant    use." 

On  January  1,  1872  the  superin- 
tendent of  the  Rutland  Marble  Co. 
wrote;  "We  have  used  your  'Gad- 
der" for  two  years.  It  has  no  rival 
and  is  the  only  practical  mechanical 
appliance  for  its  especial  work 
within  my  knowledge.  It  is  in- 
valuable because  the  work  done  by 
it  is  so  much  cheaper  and  better 
than  bv  hand  labor." 


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Sullivan     Diamond     Chai.neier     at    Work, 
and   Wall   Cut   By   It. 

It  should  be  stated  that  prior  to 
the  invention  of  the  diamond  chan- 
neler  all  channels  cut  in  stone  by 
machinery  had  been  made  wholly 
by  concussion,  by  the  successive 
blows  of  heavy  steel  cutters;  and 
that  with  the  then  crude  mechanism 
for  operating  such  cutters  break 
downs,  caused  by  the  continuous 
jar,  were  of  frequent  occurrence. 
The  blows  also  strained  and  some- 
times cracked  the  marble. 


The  credit  for  the  first  applica- 
tion of  the  diamond  to  a  rock 
cutting  tool  belongs  to  M.  Her- 
mann, a  Frenchman,  whose  draw- 
ings, accompanying  a  patent  issued 
in  France  in  1842,  showed  various 
forms  of  boring  tools  whose  cutting 
edges  were  diamonds.  It  does  not 
however,  appear  that  the  idea  had 
ever  been  put  to  a  practical  use  in 
the  country  where,  it  originated. 
In  1863  another  Frenchman,  Ru- 
dolph Leschot,  took  out  an  Ameri- 
can patent  for  one  form  of  diamond 
cutter  shown  in  the  drawings  of 
Hermann,  which  consisted  of  arm- 
ing the  lower  edge  of  a  metallic 
ring  with  diamonds  slightly  pro- 
jecting   beyond    the    periphery. 

Leschot's  patent  was  bought  by 
an  American  company  which  is  not 
know  to  have  engag'ed  in  lmuch, 
if  any,  business  other  than  in  pro- 
secuting a  suit  against  the  Sullivan 
Company.  This  litigation  was 
long,  tedious  and  expensive,  in- 
volving the  taking  of  much  testi- 
mony in  France  and  Mr.  Upham's 
presence  there  for  many  months. 
The  validity  of  the  Leschot  patent 
was  finally  established  so  far  as  it 
covered  the  circumferential  pro- 
jection of  the   diamonds. 

Long  before  the  decision  was 
rendered  it  had  been  discovered  by 
the  Sullivan  Company  that  such 
projection  was  not  only  unneces- 
sary, but  a  positive  disadvantage. 
With  the  diamonds  set  flush  the  in- 
evitable slight  eccentricity  in  the 
revolution  of  the  head  gave  all 
necessary  clearance,  the  drills  run- 
ning steadier  and  with  less  wear. 

This  article  will  some  time  be 
continued  giving  an  account  of 
some  of  the  deep  diamond  drill  bor- 
ings made  by  the  Sullivan  Company 
in  South  Africa  and  other  places, 
where  it  has  brought  up  "cores," 
i.e.,  stone  rods,  showing  the  charac- 
ter of  the  metaliferous  rock  all 
the  way  down  for  considerably 
more  than  a  mile     in  depth.       The 


A  GREAT  NEW  HAMPSHIRE  INDUSTRY  149 

Sullivan     Machinery     Company     is      tractor  for  diamond   drilling   in   the 
still    the    largest      manufacturer     of      world, 
diamond  drills  and  the  largest  con- 


I  WANT  TO  SING 

By   Grace  Stuart  Orcv.tt. 

1  want  to  sing 

Of    earth's    unbosoming. 

Of  springing   rills   and    modest   woodland    flowers; 

Of  greening   moss   and   thudding   summer  showers 

Of  arbutus  and  curling  fiddle  heads; 

Of  dead  leaves  massed  and  broken  into  shreds. 

1  want  to  sing 
•  Of  creatures  on  the   wing; 
Of  pudgy  moths  that  beat  the  glass  at  night; 
Of  fireflies  that  make  the  swamp  alight; 
Of   dusky  shadows   darting   here  and    there. 
The  flitter-mouse  that  scarcely  moves  the  air. 

I  want  to  sing 

The  joy  the  thrushes  bring; 

Up  toward   the   mountain's   wood  encircled   top 
Sonatas  on   the   world  below   they  drop; 
From  peak  to  peak  each  to  the  other  cries, 
They    trill   their   oratorios   through   the   skies. 

I  want  to  sing 

Of  clouds  and  coloring ; 

Where   far   flung  sunset's  pinkest   afterglow 

Shines   in   the   water  at   the   wharf    below, 

Or  lingers  soft  upon  an  Alpine  peak. 

Like    patchwork    clings    behind    Sardinia    bleak. 

I  want  to  sing 

And  make  the  song  to  ring 

In  every  land,  in  every  heart  benign; 

I   want  to  touch  one  chord  that  is  divine; 

I  want  to  make  one  soul  reach  out  and  say: 
"  'Tis  good,  'tis  good,  that  you  have  sung  today." 


THE  ORIGIN  OF  THE  SHAKERS 


By  Nicholas  Briggs 


In  the  year  166S  there,  occurred 
amongst  the  Huguenots  in  Dan 
phiue  and  adjacent  territory  in 
France,  a  most  peculiar  religious 
revival,  increasing  in  intensity  un- 
til large  numbers  oi  people  were  af- 
fected, concentrating  in  assemblies 
of  from  a  few  hundred  to  foui  or 
five   thousand    each. 

Both  sexes  and  all  ages  were  in- 
cluded, but  the  devotees  were  most- 
ly young  people  from  six  to  twenty- 
five  years.  Strange  tits  seized  them 
of  trembling,  staggering,  beating 
themselves  with  their  own  hands, 
falling  in  a  swoon,  emerging  there- 
from with  violent  jerking  of  arms 
and  legs  and  contortions  of  the 
body. 

In  their  tiances  they  beheld  the 
Heavens  opened  and  the  holy 
angels  therein,  and  also  saw  hell 
and  its  denizens.  They  prophesied 
the  near  end  of  the  world  and  ve- 
hemently denounced  the  priests,  the 
Church,  and  the  Pope,  and  the 
wickedness  enveloping  the  entire 
world. 

We  have  little  definite  further  ac- 
count of  these  people  until  the  year 
1705,  when  three  of  them,  viz., 
Elias  Marton,  John  Cavilier  and 
Durand  Fage,  went  over  into  Eng- 
land. Arriving  at  London  they  be- 
gan a  caustic  denunciation  of  the 
clergy  and  the  established  Church, 
and  their  meetings  were  character- 
ized by  frenzied  and  ecstatic  opera- 
tions. 

Awhile  previously  some  of  the 
Huguenots,  persecuted  in  their  own 
country,  had  fled  into  England,  and 
under  the  protection  of  the  Bishop 
of  London  organized  a  church  of 
their  own.  When  the  "prophets" 
came  over,  with  their  violent  dia- 
tribes, the  Huguenots  feared,  from 
being  Frenchmen,  that  the  "pro- 
phets"   would    involve      them,      the 


Huguenots,  in  the  peril  that  seem- 
ed the  inevitable  consequence  oi 
such    insane    and    offensive    crudity. 

The  Huguenots  appealed  to  the 
Bishops  and  were  by  them  consti- 
tuted a  committee  to  confer  and 
plead  with  their  deluded  country- 
men. A  conference  was  held  be- 
tween the  Huguenot  deputies  and 
the  "prophets,"  in  which  the  depu- 
ties were  assailed  with  invective. 
The  deputies  declared  the  new-com- 
ers to  be  imposters  and  so  reported 
to  the  Bishops,  who  affirmed  their 
verdict. 

But,  under  the  patronage  of  John 
Lacy,  Esq.,  they  continued  their 
meetings  in  defiance  of  the  Bis- 
hops, threatening  the  judgments  of 
God  upon  the  Church,  the  city  of 
London,  and  the  whole  British  na- 
tion. The  three  leaders  were  ar- 
rested, tried  and  sentenced  as  dis- 
turbers of  the  peace  to  pay  a  fine 
of  twenty  marks  each  and  stand 
upon  a  scaffold  in  a  public  place 
with  a  placard  upon  their  breasts 
describing  their  offence. 

They  persisted  in  their  work  and 
acquired  a  following  of  several 
hundred  people.  They  claimed  the 
possession  of  the  power  of  the 
Apostles  to  heal  the  sick  and  raise 
the  dead.  They  attempted  to  res- 
urrect a  Dr.  Eames  but  met  with  so 
ignominious  a  failure  that  ridicule 
and    contempt   resulted. 

In  1747  we  find  a  remnant  of  the 
sect,  some  of  whom  were  Quakers, 
led  by  James  Wardley  and  his  wife, 
Jane.  Up  to  this  time  they  con- 
tinued in  marriage,  the  ceremony 
conforming  to  the  Quaker  custom, 
the  bride  and  groom  standing  up 
in  meeting  and  promising  constancy 
to  each  other  and  were  by  the  El- 
ders declared  to  be  man  and  wife, 
but  many  of  them  in  deference  to 
public   opinion  were  afterwards   re- 


the  origin  of  the  shakers 


151 


married  by  the  Church  of  England. 
Ann  Lee,  the  founder  of  the 
United  Society  of  Shakers,  was 
born  in  Manchester,  England,  Feb- 
ruary 28,  1736.  Her  father,  John 
[ohn  Lee,  was  a  blacksmith,  a  poor 
man,  but  industrious,  and  of  good 
character  and  respected  by  all  who 
knew  him.  His  wife  was  also  a 
good  and  pious  woman.     They  had 


business.  Still  later  she  became  a 
cook  in  the  Manchester  Infirmary. 
Possessing  a  winning  manner  and 
pleasing  loquacity,  vivacious,  social, 
witty  and  .sarcastic  she  easily  won 
the  confidence  of  all  with  whom 
she   came  in  contact. 

Before  attaining  her  eighteenth 
year  she  married  Abraham  Stanley, 
her  father's  apprentice,  and  by  him 


Nicholas  Briggs 
As  a  Member  of   the  Shaker  Community  at  East  Canterbury,  N.   H.,  about   1878-9. 


eight  children,   three   sons   and   five 
daughters. 

By  reason  of  the  poverty  of  the 
parents,  the  children  received  no 
education  and  Ann  could  neither 
read  nor  write.  In  childhood  she 
worked  in  a  cotton  mill,  and  later 
as  a  cutter  of  hatter's  fur,  evincing 
unusual    ability    in    the    dispatch   of 


had  four  children,  of  whom  three 
died  in  infancy  and  the  other  in  its 
fifth  year.  The  last  child  was  born 
through  the  Caesarian  operation 
and  her  consequent  suffering  and 
the  cruelty  of  her  husband,  who  had 
become  a  confirmed  inebriate,  fill- 
ed her  with  hatred  for  married  life, 
and  from   this  time  forth     she     de- 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


nour.ced  marriage  as  inhuman  in 
tendency  and  sinful  in  the  sight  of 
God. 

She  came  to  believe  herself  led 
by  Divine  revelation  to  devote  her- 
self to  advocate  the  celibate  life  and 
she  engaged  in  the  work  with  all 
her  capable  assiduity  and  enthusi- 
asm. She  was  now,  after  the  death 
of  her  mother,  her  father's  house- 
keeper. She  became  melancholy 
and  averse  to  conversation.  Spent 
much  of  her  time  in  attending  the 
meetings  of  the  various  religious 
sects  and  thus  became  acquainted 
with  the  little  band  led  by  the 
"\Yardle_vs.  which  had  now  received 
the  name  of  Shakers  in  derision  of 
their   peculiar   manner  of   worship. 

Finding  much  in  the  faith  of 
these  people  congenial  to  her  own. 
she  joined  the  Society  after  their 
usual  method  by  confessing  her 
sins.  This  was  in  September,  1758. 
and  Ann  was  in  the  23rd  year  of 
her  age.  She  soon  assumed  a  lead- 
ing position  in  the  little  society  by 
her  great  activity  and  ability  and 
her  zeal  in  advancing  the  interests 
of  the  Society.  Her  consummate 
tact  and  graciousness  of  manner 
won  the  love  and  conhdence  of  the 
people  and  the  leaders,  admitting 
her  superior  competence  and  believ- 
ing her  to  be  more  greatly  favored 
of  God,  resigned  in  her  favor  and 
conferred  upon  her  the  title  of 
Mother. 

Very  likely  she  at  this  time  re- 
sumed her  own  family  name  as  we 
have  no  evidence  of  her  being  call- 
ed by  the  name  of  Stanley  after 
this. 

History  now  glides  on  to  the 
year  1771,  when  John  Partington 
of  Mayortown  and  John  Hocknell 
of  Cheshire  joined  the  society  and 
by  their  wealth  added  prosperity 
and  respectability  thereto.  Hock- 
nell's  wife,  Hannah,  was  at  first 
much  opposed,  but  ultimately  fol- 
lowed her  husband  and  brought   in 


several  others.  The  Society  now 
numbered  about  one  hundred. 

Encouraged  by  their  prosperity, 
Ann  now  professed  extraordinary 
divine  revelation,  claimed  the  gift 
ol  tongues,  power  to  heal  the  sick 
and  to  read  the  lives  and  innermost 
thoughts   of  man.  She     declared 

herself  to  be  led  in  every  thought 
and  deed,  however  trivial,  by  the 
power  of  God  and  the  Holy  Ghost, 
and  that  she  was  the  one  predicted 
in  the  Revelations,  and  that  through 
her  sufferings  she  had  attained  a 
perfection  equal  to  Jesus  Christ, 
and  that  she  was  co-partner  with 
Him.  She  said  this  was  the  eleventh 
hour,  and  who  so  rejected  her  testi- 
mony would  like  the  unbelieving 
Jews,  perish   in   their  sins. 

She  now  introdiiced  new  gifts  of 
singing,  dancing,  shouting,  shaking, 
leaping,  speaking  in  unknown 
tongues  and  prophesying.  She  ve- 
hemently testified  against  sin  and 
demanded  its  confession  either  to 
herself  or  to  Elders  appointed  by 
her.  Marriage  was  banished  and 
all  sexual  intercourse  condemned  as 
impure  and  devilish. 

The  singular  and  extravagant 
conduct  of  their  meetings  attracted 
large  crowds  and  became  so  notor- 
ious that  the  Shakers  were  arrest- 
el  for  breaking  the  Sabbath  and 
jailed  for  one  day,  when  all  were 
released  except  Ann  and  her  father, 
who  were  for  a  few  weeks  confined 
in  the  House  of  Correction.  About 
this  time  Ann's  half  brother  and 
James   Shepard  joined  the  society. 

In  1773  their  numbers  had  been 
reduced  to  about  thirty.  This 
naturally  was  discouraging,  and 
Ann,  hoping  to  infuse  new  life  into 
her  little  band,  announced  a  new- 
gift  of  God  for  them,  emigration  to 
America,  predicting  a  great  future 
prosperity. 

So  poor  were  they  that  few  were 
able  to  go.  Those  who  did  find 
means    were    Ann,   her   former   hus- 


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153 


band,  who  it  seems  had  been  con- 
certed, William  Lee.  her  brother, 
jatnes  Whittaker,  John  Hocknell, 
fames  Shepard,  Mary  Partington 
and   Nancy   Lee,  niece  of  Ann. 

james  and  Jane  Wardley  had 
been  residing  with  a  man  named 
Pownley  who  was  a  member.  He 
seceded  from  the  society  and  then 
excluded  the  Wardleys  from  his 
home,  and  they  being  quite  aged 
became  unable  to  support  them- 
selves and  ended  their  days  in  the 
Almshouse. 

The  pilgrims  sailed  for  America 
May  19,  1774,  arriving  at  New  York 
August  6tli. 

Ann  with  her  husband  stopped  in 
New  York,  the  rest  of  the  party 
went  to  Albany  and  worked  at  their 
several  trades.  Stanley  worked  at 
his  trade  as  blacksmith  for  a  Mr. 
Smith,  and  Ann  engaged  in  house- 
work in  the  same  family. 

In  the  summer  of  1775  Stanley 
suffered  a  severe  illness,  during 
which  Ann  nursed  him  with  most 
faithful  care.  This  enforced  idle- 
ness reduced  them  to  the  utmost 
poverty.  After  his  recovery  he  re- 
lapsed into  his  former  evil  habits 
and  took  another  woman  into  the 
house,  soon  after  marrying  the 
woman  and  thus  forever  sundering 
his  connection    with  Ann. 

By  advice  of  Quaker  friends,  John 
Hocknell  purchased  some  land  in 
Niskeyuna,  now  Watervliet,  N.  Y., 
seven  miles  from  Albany.  He  then 
sailed  for  England  to  bring  his 
family  over,  returning  December 
25,  1775,  with  £hem,  and  also  John 
Partington  and  family.  Some  of.  the 
land  at  Niskeyuna  was  now  cleared 
and  houses  built,  and  in  September, 
1776,  Ann  and  part  of  the  members 
took  up  their  abode  there. 

In  the  fall  of  1779  a  revival  start- 
ed at  Canaan,  N.  Y.,  now  New 
Lebanon,  under  the  leadership  of 
four  women,  Mrs.  Hamblin,  Mrs. 
Kinnakin,  Mrs.  Mace  and  Mrs. 
Dobbins,  members  of  the  church  of 


which  Samuel  Johnson  was  pastor. 

This  revival  continued  with  in- 
creased activity  for  several  months 
in  New  Lebanon  and  adjacent 
towns.  One  of  the  members  on  a 
business  trip  met  with  the  Shakers 
at  Watervliet,  was  converted  and 
joined  the  Society.  He  began  to 
teach  his  new  faith  and  his  people 
sent  Calvin  Harlow,  Joseph  Mea- 
cham,  Amos  Hammond  and  Aaron 
Kibbee  as  deputies  to  investigate 
more  completely.  All  of  them  were 
converted  and  joined  the  Shakers, 
confessing  their   sins. 

Ann  and  her  Elders  soon  visited 
New  Lebanon  and  made  many 
converts.  Knowledge  of  the  Shak- 
ers was  spread  to  some  extent 
throughout  New  England,  and  they 
received  many  visits  from  persons 
who  went  to  see  them  from  curi- 
osity and  not  a  few  with  the  object 
of  ridicule,  but  instead  of  returning 
to  tell  a  merry  tale  received  faith 
and  on  their  return  home  testified 
to  it.  and  the  doctrine  was  thus  dis- 
seminated more  or  less  in  Massa- 
chusetts, Connecticut  and  New 
Hampshire. 

In  consequence  of  the  war  with 
England,  and  the  Shakers  so  re- 
cently coming  from  there,  sus- 
picion was  excited  amongst  the 
sensitive  people  that  these  Shakers 
were  British  emissaries  and  involv- 
ed in  some  plot  against  the  colonies. 
David  Darrow.  driving  some  sheep 
to  Watervliet  for  the  Shakers,  was 
arrested  upon  the  charge  of  treason 
and  with  Joseph  Meacham  and  John 
Hocknell  was  imprisoned  at  Albany 
for  five  months.  About  the  same 
time  Ann  and  seven  others  of  the 
Elders  and  leaders  were  arrested 
and  sent  to  New  York  to  be  deliver- 
ed to  the  British,  but  for  some  rea- 
son were  stopped  at  Poughkeepsie 
and  there  committed  to  prison  un- 
til December  20,  17S0,  when  all  were 
released  by  order  of  Governor 
Clinton. 

On  May  31,  1780,  Ann  with  five 


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other  leaders  journeyed  to  Harvard. 
Mass.  There  was  and  had  been  for 
several  years  a  sect  in  that  town 
whose  belief  corresponded  closely 
to  that  of  the  Shakers.  Their  lead- 
er was  Shadrach  Ireland.  They  dis- 
avowed marriage  and  lived  with 
their  wives  without  sexual  inter- 
course. They  were  the  chosen 
people  of  God,  with  lives  pure  and 
undehled,  expecting  soon  to  reach 
such  perfection  that  they  could 
produce  holy  children,  to  people  the 
New  Jerusalem  and  establish  the 
Millenium. 

Shadrach  put  away  his  first  wife 
and  took  to  himself  a  spiritual  wife. 

He  asserted  that  he  was  Christ 
in  his  second  appearing  and  would 
never  die,  or  if  he  did  that  in  three 
days  he  would  arise  again.  He  did 
die,  but  failed  to  again  arise,  but 
some  of  his  followers  believed  he 
meant  three  years,  and  they  kept 
his  body  in  the  cellar  of  his  house 
until  the  Shakers  came  and  they  or- 
dered the  body  to  be  buried. 

These  people  were  ripe  for  con- 
version and  added  to  the  Shakers 
a  society  of  considerable  numbers. 
The  Elders  returned  to  Watervliet 
in  July.  1773,  having  spent  three 
years  in  their  itinerancy,  visiting 
clusters  of  the  Shakers  in  Peters- 
ham, Cheshire,  Richmond.  Han- 
cock and  Stockbridge,  Mass.,  and 
New  Lebanon,  N.  Y.  The  total  of 
those  who  professed  Shakerism  now 
reached  nearly   two   thousand. 

On  July  21,'  1784,  the  society  suf- 
fered a  bereavement  in  the  death  of 
William  Lee.  He  stood  next  to 
Ann  in  office  and  in  the  esteem  of 
the  people.  A  more  severe  afflic- 
tion followed  on  the  following 
September  when  their  revered  lead- 
er, Ann,  also  passed  away.  She 
died  in  extreme  suffering  which 
was  supposed  to  be  occasioned  by 
the  burden  of  soul  which  she  as- 
sumed as  the  mediator  and  Savior 
of  men,  as-,  co-partner  with  Jesus. 

James    Whittaker,    by      universal 


approval,  now  assumed  the  leader- 
ship, and  the  title  of  Father  was 
conferred  upon  him.  The  Shakers 
experienced  a  decline  in  numbers 
as  a  natural  result  of  Ann's  death, 
but  the  superior  ability  of  James 
Whittaker  soon  replaced  the  de- 
ficiency and  swelled  their  numbers 
to  nearly  three  thousand.  His 
death  occurred  July  20,  1787  in  the 
37th  year  of  his  age. 

His  successor  was  Joseph  Mea- 
cham,  who  had  been  designated  by 
Mother  Ann  as  the  one  to  bring  the 
people  into  closer  relations.  Lather 
Joseph  is  credited  with  the  concep- 
tion and  establishment  of  the  pres- 
ent organization  that  has  made 
possible  the  most  interesting  and 
successful  experiment  in  commun- 
ism probably  the  world  has  ever 
known,  having  endured  for  upwards 
of  one  hundred  and   thirty  years. 

He  began  at  New  Lebanon,  first 
erecting  a  Meeting  House,  devoting 
the  upper  part  to  the  residence  of 
Meacham  and  Lucy  Wright,  his 
chosen  companion  in  office,  and 
others  of  the  Elders.  Others  came 
in  as  fast  as  houses  could  be  built 
to  accomodate  them.  All  con- 
tributed their  entire  property  and 
gave  themselves  unreservedly  into 
the  general  service.  They  prepared 
an  oral  covenant,  binding  them- 
selves faithfully  to   each   other. 

Trouble  with  members  who  se- 
ceded from  the  Society  arose  too 
soon,  and  the  Shakers  found  their 
verbal  agreement  however  solemnly 
made  was  all  too  precarious  for 
their  protection.  Some  of  the  se- 
ceders  demanded  wages,  and  the 
Shakers  fearing  adverse  legal  de- 
cision, decided  to  pay  from 
S8  to  $15  per  year  for  every  year  of 
their  sendees.  But  withdrawals 
became  very  frequent  and  the  So- 
ciety was  very  poor,  so  that  it  was 
impossible  to  meet  these  demands 
upon  them,  therefore  upon  consult- 
ing the  best  legal  advice  possible, 
a   new   covenant     was  drawn     and 


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155 


written,  and  signed  by  every  adult 
member,  relinquishing  all  right  to 
any  compensation  for  services  and 
to  any  claim  upon  the  Society 
should   the}'     withdraw     therefrom. 

The  next  Society  to  organize  was 
that  of  Hancock  or  West  Pittsfield, 
and  of  course  the  one  at  Watervliet. 
Then  followed  Tyringham,  Har- 
vard and  Shirley,  Mass.,  Canter- 
bury and  Enfield,  N.  H.,  Enfield, 
Conn.,  Alfred  and  Gloucester.  Me. 
In  1826  a  society  was  established  at 
Sodus  Bay,  N.  Y.  This  situation 
here  was  desired  by  the  U.  S.  Gov- 
ernment for  military  purposes,  and 
was  seized  by  the  law  of  eminent 
domain,  the  society  removing  to 
Groveland,  X.  Y. 

In  the  year  1801  a  revival  of 
great  extent  and  singular  power  be- 
gan in  Kentucky  or  Ohio.  In  its 
beginning  it  was  as  gentle  as  the 
breathings  of  the  Holy  Spirit  but 
increasing  in  intensity  it  assumed 
all  the  phases  of  fanaticism,  the 
devotees  twisting,  whirling,  jump- 
ing, rolling,  stamping,  falling,  with 


the  gift  of  visions.  Houses  and 
tents  became  greatly  inadequate  to 
accomodate  the  vast  assemblies  of 
people.  '  The  meetings  at  times 
were  attended  by  5,000  or  more 
persons  of  both  sexes  and  colors 
and  all   ages. 

The  report  of  this  affair  induced 
the  Shakers  to  send  missionaries 
there,  and  by  the  direction  of 
Mother  Lucy  Wright,  John  Mea- 
ham,  Benjamin  S.  Young  and  Is- 
sachar  Bates  left  home  January  1, 
1893,  and  travelled  afoot  to  Leba- 
non, Ohio,  arriving  there  March 
1st.  They  were  met  by  Malcolm 
Norley  and  Richard  McXemar,  and 
to  the  wealth  and  influence  of  these 
men  the  Shakers  owe  the  existence 
of  the  Societies  in  these  states. 
The  Shakers  made  ready  converts 
here  from  several  Church  Societies, 
and  Societies  were  organized  at 
Union  Village,  Watervliet,  White- 
water and  Xorth  Union,  Ohio, 
Pleasant  Hill  and  South  LTnion, 
Kentucky,   and   Busroe,   Indiana. 


I  CLEANED  MY  HOUSE  TODAY. 

By   K.    C.    Bahirrston. 

I  made  my  house  quite  clean  today, 

I   thought  that  you  might  pass  this  way. 

I  killed   the   little  flying  things, 

The   miller  moths  with  dusty   wings, — 

You    would    not   like   their  fiutterings. 


I  made  the  house  all  clean  and  sweet, 
Swept  out  the  tracks  of  dusty  feet, 
And  then  I  gathered  holly-hocks 
And    filled    a    bowl    with    lady-smocks 
I  put  them  there  to  catch  your  eye, 
And   then — I  saw  you   passing  by. 


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AN  ADVENTURESOME  SAP  GATHERING 


By  Alice  Bartlett  Stevens 


The  hill-side  fields  and  pasture 
slopes  of  a  New  Hampshire  farm 
lay  covered  with  snow.  White  and 
cheerless  they  stretched  away  on 
every  side  of  Joseph  Hastings'  little 
group  of  farm  buildings.  The 
low,  wide  spread,  sunny-windowed 
house,  so  snug-  and  warm  ;  the  huge 
old  deep-fronted  barn,  with  its 
length  of  roof  and  breadth  of  side 
that  bespoke  well-fined  mows  and 
bays  for  the  farm  folk  which  it 
warmly  sheltered,  and  the  connect- 
ing link  of  long,  rambling  wood- 
shed. 

Overhead,  the  tumbling  masses 
of  gray,  wind-driven  clouds  swept 
low  and  chill.  A  mid-March  sun 
peeped  palely  out  ai  intervals,  only 
to  scurry  back  into  cloud  depths  in 
seeming  dismay  over  the  drear, 
chilling  prospect  of  all  below. 

Here  and  there  could  be  seen  pro- 
jecting posts  and  the  top  rails  of 
fences  and  gates,  which  outlined  ir- 
regular shaped  fields  and  orchards 
and  rocky  slopes  of  distant  pasture. 
The  trees,  as  if  bewailing  their 
frozen  state,  flung  out  bare,  frost- 
stiffened  branches,  while  scattering 
groups  of  warmer  clad  evergreens 
seemed  sturdily  defiant  of  wind 
and  rough  weather.  In  a  near 
background,  ''Old  Moosilauke" — 
snow-capped  and  dark-mantled — 
frowned    shadowly   down   over   all. 

How  frozenly  asleep  it  all  look- 
ed! Yet  it  was  mid-March,  ac- 
cording to  the  almanac,,  and  high 
time  for  some  hopeful  sign  of  na- 
ture in  a  warmer  and  merrier  mood. 
It  was  high  time  for  the  "back- 
bone of  winter  to  break,"  or  to 
show  some  sign  of  weakening. 
But  the  only  signs  of  life  anywhere 
about  were  those  in  the  immediate 
vicinity  of  house  and  dooryard ; 
the  wavering,  wind-tossed  curl  of 
smoke    from    the    kitchen    chimney ; 


the  deep-trodden  paths,  leading 
from  house  to  barn,  from  barn  to 
the  scattering  out-  buildings ;  and 
the  longer,  hoof-trodden,  "fox  and 
goose"'  paths  that  led  from  the  rear 
of  the  barn  down  through  the  or- 
chard  to  a  spring  beneath   the   hill. 

II. 

But  once  step  inside  that  little 
farmhouse,  and  all  the  drear,  out- 
of-doors  was  forgotten,  for  there, 
in  that  old  fashioned  kitchen — the 
living  room  of  your  farmer-folk — 
all  was  radiating"  warmth  and  snug 
cozincss.  The  tea  kettle  was  sing- 
ing merrily  over  a  tire  that  sparkled 
and  crackled  and  breathed  such 
warmth  and  comfort  to  the  farther- 
most corner  of  the  big  old  kitchen 
as  to  make  of  it  the  kindest,  hap- 
piest place  on   earth ! 

What  cared  they — the  little  fami- 
ly gathered  there  within  its  walls — 
for  snow  covered  fields,  cloudy 
skies  and  driving  winds  without. 
when  all  was  so  snug  and  warm 
here  within? 

Not  a  care — so  it  seemed.  For 
there  was  grandmother  in  her  deep- 
cushioned  chair  over  near  a  win- 
dow, her  knitting  needles  going 
click — click,  as  a  little  red  mitten 
is  fast  taking  shape  under  her  swift 
moving  fingers.  Mother,  sitting 
near  another  window,  with  a  big 
sewing  basket  on  the  light  stand 
beside  her,  is  busily  fitting  a  sleeve 
into  the  waist  of  a  blue  and  white 
checked  gingham  dress,  keeping  a 
watchful  eye,  as  she  sews,  on  the 
two  little  girls  curled  up,  Turk- 
fashion,  on  the  calico-covered, 
home-made,  roomy  old  lounge  that 
quite  fills  the  space  between  the 
two  windows. 

And  they  are  busy,  too,  these 
girls:  Leila  fashioning  "doll-rags" 
out   of  the   scraps      from     mother's 


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work  basket,  while   Alsie's  scissors 

fly  in  and  out,  snipping  bright 
colored  pictures  from  magazines 
and  seed  catalogs.'  Wry  busy  girls, 
as  they  sewed  and  snipped,  looking 
up  every  little  while  at  their  grand- 
father— dozing  in  Ids  rocking  chair 
near  the  ki.tchen  stove,  with  lazy 
old  Trudger.  the-  rabbit  hound, 
stretched  out  full  length  on  the 
braided  rug   there   beside   him. 

Pretty  soon  Grandpa  finishes  his 
nap,  gets  up  and  puts  on  his  fur 
cap.  his  long  blue  woolen  frock  of 
coarse  home-spun,  his  warm  wool- 
en mittens  and  slowly  makes  his 
way  out  to  the  waiting  wood-pile — 
the  farmer's  knitting  work — to  be- 
gin his  afternoon's  work  on  the 
small  hill  of  saplings,  cut  down  for 
the  fell  purpose,  so  it  appears,  of 
being  cut  up  again— into  fire  wood. 

Soon  his  axe  begins  to  swing 
right   lustily. 

As  soon  as  they  hear  their  grand- 
father chopping,  Leila  and  Alsie 
slip  down  off  the  lounge,  scatter- 
ing bits  of  cloth  and  cut-out  pic- 
tures all  around  them,  and  run  to 
the  window  to  stand  there  watch- 
ing him.  They  love  to  "watch 
Grandpa  make  the  chips  fly"  out 
there  in  the  door  yard. 

Just  at  this  moment,  though, 
something  else  is  attracting  their 
attention.  It  is  beginning  to 
snow— big,  soft,  feathery  flakes  that 
soon  make  the  air  thick  and  white  ; 
real  "sugar  snow"  that,  in  its  frosty 
way,  tokens  to  Xew  England  folk 
the  first  faint  breath  of  spring. 

"And  see!"  they  exclaim,  "why, 
Grandpa  looks  just  like  a  real, 
honest-to-goodness  snow  man  !" — 
his  cap  and  frock  are  so  white. 

But  he  pays  not  the  slightest 
heed  to  the  storm,  as  up  and  down 
goes  his  snow-man'.s  arm,  and  chop 
— chop  goes  his  busy  axe.  sending 
showers  of  chips  to  fall  and  lie  cov- 
ered—like little  frosted  cakes— al- 
most as  soon  as  they  touch  the 
ground. 


lint  Leila  and  Alsie  are  paying 
the  greatest  heed  to  the  swirls  of 
softly  falling  flakes,  flitting  hither 
and   yon: 

"Just  like  little  Fairies,"  they 
declare. 

Suddenly,  they  dart  away  from 
the  window,  and  begin  to  dance 
around  the  room,  for  didn't  these 
"sky-feathers"  mean  to  them  the 
close-at-hand,  jolly,  sugar  making 
season  ? 

Spring  had,  at  last — to  Leila  and 
Alsie.  anyway— ARRIVED. 

"Look,  Alsie — look,  look!"  ex- 
claimed Leila,  "See  the  big  flakes 
come  down — just  see  'em !  It's 
sugar  snow  !  Goody — goody  !  Let's 
us  put  on  our  hoods,  quick, — an' 
run  out  where  grandpa's  choppin.' 
Come — hurry  !" 

"An'  we'll  tell  him,"  returned  Al- 
sie, thrilling  with  anticipation,  and 
trying,  as  she  ran,  to  tie  the 
strings  of  her  hood  into  a  knot 
that  would  stay  tied  (and  they 
"stayed,"  those  knots,  often  to  the 
extent  of  a  new  string,  when 
mother's  hands  were  otherwise  em- 
ployed, and  Alsie's  lacked  the  skill 
and  patience  to  untie  them),  "that 
we  must  get  the  buckets  down  out 
of  the  shed  chamber  right  away  ; — 
right  away,  this  very  minute,  an' — 

"Yes,"  chimed  in  Leila,  breath- 
lessly, "an'  that  we're  goin'  to  help; 
we'll  climb  up  and  hand  the  bucket?! 
down  to  grandpa  to  carry  for  as 
and  lay  on  the  big  sled,  just  like 
we  always  do,  won't  we — 'Twon't 
take  any   time  at  all,   will   it?" 

And  away  they  sped  as  fast  as 
their  little  legs  could  carry  them, 
out  to  the  wood  pule,  where  their 
grandfather  was  still  whack  ing 
away  with  "  all  his  might  and  main''' 
at  a  particularly  stubborn,  knotty 
log,  just  more  than  making  the 
chips   fly. 

"Oh!  grandpa,"  they  shouted 
with  never  a  care  for  the  rain  or 
chips,  or  the  swift  uplift  of  the  axe, 
as  they  ran  straight  up  in  front  of 


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him,  each  bent  on  being  the  first 
one  to  tell  him  what  they  had  come 
for.  But  before  they  could  open 
their  tips  to  say  another  word,  a 
strong  arm  was  flung  out.,  and  a 
mittened  hand  pushed  them  back; 
in  no  gentle  manner,  either;  angri- 
ly, almost,  lor  they  had  given  him 
a  big  scare — running  right  up  under 
his    uplifted    axe,    like    that. 

"Don't  you  children  know  any 
better  than  to  come  runnin'  up  here 

like  this ?"  he     fairly     shouted, 

shaking  them  and  pushing  them 
back  away  from  him.  Yes,  grand- 
pa was  angered ;  but  more  from 
fright  than  with  the  girls  them- 
selves. Fatherless,  they  were  his 
special  care  and  treasure;  and  their 
mischievous  (pranks — big  or  little, 
it  never  seemed  to  matter — were 
always  passed  over  unnoticed,  or 
unreproved,  anyway;  not  so  this 
time,  however. 

"Haven't  I  told  you — both  of 
you — time  an'  time  again,"  he  went 
on,  "that  you  mustn't  come  racin' 
up  in  front  of  my  axe  when  I'm 
choppin'?  Why,  I  don't  know 
what's  going'  to  become  of  you — 
you  children,  you— I  declare,  I 
don't,  if  you  don't  pay  more  heed 
to  me   when   I'm   tellin'   you  things 

First  thing  you  know,  you'll 

be  killed,  if  you  don't  mind  me 
better.  I  can't  always  be  a  watch- 
in'  out  for  you Do  you  hear 

me  ?" 

"Yes,  grandpa,  we  do.  An'  we 
won't  ever— do— so— any— more-again, 
never;  no,  we  won't,"  they  readily 
promised,  '"but,  grandpa,"  coaxing- 
ly,  and  in  a  manner  not  only  be- 
speaking repentance,  but  promis- 
ingly hopeful  of  heeding  future  ad- 
monitions as  well,  "don't  you  see 
the  sugar  snow  a  comin'  down.  .  .  . 
And  don't  you  remember  that  you 
always  told  us  when  it  snowed  like 
this  way  that  it  was  time  to  tap  the 
trees?  Don't  you  remember,  grand- 
pa? Oh,  please  tell  us,  "yes."  that 
you         do         remember! -Please, 

NOTE— Run.    to    grow    soft    and    melt.     Cant 


p-1-e-a-s-e     do,    grandpa An' 

we  want  you  to  let  us  help  you  get 
the  buckets  down  and  all  the  things 
ready — right  now  !  An'  if  you 
only  just  will — an'  won't  chop  any 
more — we'll  throw  all  the  sticks  up 

onto  the  wood  pile Just  watch 

us    throw    'em,   grandpa.! — See?" 

And  they  went  to  work,  tossing 
up  the  sticks — hit  or  miss,  miss, 
mostly — in  direction  of  the  wood- 
pile, one  watchful  eye  on  their 
grandfather  and  the  other  on  their 
work,  in  a  way- — it  must  be  admit- 
ted— that  was  rather  more  coaxing 
than   helpful. 

Grandpa  was  certainly  paying 
close  and  amused  attention,  and 
was  finding  their  efforts  to  "help 
him"  quite  as  hard  to  resist  as  had 
been  their  pleadings.  In  fact,  he 
was  quite  persuaded  that  Leila  and 
Alsie  were  right— that  this  was 
really  "sugar-snow." 

Anyway,  the  sharp  axe,  gashed 
deep  in  the  sapling — which  was 
firmly  held  on  the  chopping-block 
with  one  foot — still  clings,  as  he 
tries  to  peer  up  under  his  palm 
through  the  blinding  flakes,  in  an 
effort  to  forecast  a  "little  weather" 
promising  to  their  hopes  and  their 
faith  in  his  wisdom. 

"Well,  well,"  he  said,  at  last, 
wrenching  the  axe  free  to  continue 
his  work,  and  as  if  quite  unmind- 
ful of  their  anxious,  questioning 
faces,  but  he  knew — he  knew  how 
they  were  -watching  him  and  wait- 
ing for  his  decision,  trust  a  grand- 
father for  that,  "I  daresn't  make 
you  any  promises  now,  children, 
only  just  this  much  :  You  wait  till 
tomorrow,  then,  when  it's  about 
noon — time  the  sun  gets  highest, 
you  know — if  the  snow  begins  to 
run*,  on  the  south  cant*,  down 
in  the  little  pasture,  why,  I'll  start 
a  fire  under  the  kettles  out  at  the 
boiling  place,  and  we'll — well,  we'll 
begin  gettin'  the  buckets  down, 
anyway,  and  get  'em  scalt  out.... 
Yes,  we'll  make  a  start." 

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"An'  you  surely  will,  grandpa? 
i  'romise eross-your— heart-and- 

hope-to-die- — do  you?"  they  cried. 
catching   him   by     the   tail     of     his 

frock  and  trying  to  wind  him  up  in 
it,  as  they  ran  around  him  in  an 
outburst  of  joy  too  great  to  be  ex- 
pressed in  words. 

"Yes — yes.  I  will."  he  replied, 
"but  don't  bother  me  any  more  now. 
Come,  run  into  the  house,"  motion- 
ing" them  away  with  his  hand,  'and 
don't  let  me  see  your  faces  out  here 
again  till  this  storm's  over;  come, 
run  along,  I  say.  Do  you  hear 
me?"  he  calls  after  them  a  bit 
sharply  to  epiicken  their  snail-slow 
step  homeward.  "No,  rio :  stop 
your  teasing;  not  another  word,  I 
say!  No,  you're  not  going  to 
throw  any  more  sticks  onto  the 
wood  pile,  either.  ..  .What?  No — 
it  snows  too  hard.  Now  start 
yourselves  inu>  the  house  this  very 
minute,  or  I'll — I'll  know  the  rea- 
son why,"  stooping  to  pick  up  a 
twig  to  emphasize  his  commands, 
and  whipping  the  air  with  it;  a  twig 
so  small  it  wouldn't  have  hurt  a 
fly.     "Come' — stiver,  I  say!" 

They  "stivered,"  laughing  back 
at  their  grandfather,  standing  there, 
with  one  hand  resting  on  his  axe 
handle,  and  waving  that  silly  little 
switch  at  them  with  the  other  and 
looking  his  very  fiercest, — or  try- 
ing to The  idea!  Pretend- 
ing- to  glower  at  them,  when  they 
knew  just  as  well  as  anything  that 
it  was  all  "put  on.'"  The  thought 
of  grandpa  whipping  them  was  so 
funny!  "Just  too  funny  for  any- 
thing,"   they    laughed. 

But,  anyway,  he'd  promised  them 
just  exactly  what  they'd  come  for, 
and  teased  for,  so  they'd  do  just  as 
he  told  them  to — this  time. 

And   disappeared   into   the   house. 

III. 

Now  the  virtue  that  has  its  own 
reward  doesn't  make  a  very  big  hit 


with  children — not  when  they  have 
to   practice   it. 

Could  they  ever  wait,  they  won- 
dered, till  tomorrow?  Just  now, 
it  seemed  to  them  they  never  could. 
But  thing;,  do  come — even  to  chil- 
dren— who  wait And  to- 
morrow noon  found  Leila  and  Alsie 
returning  from  the  "little  pasture" 
with  the  glad  news  that  "the  snow's 
runnin,'  grandpa !  Now  you  must 
do's   you    said    you    would." 

And  their  grandfather  never  goes 
back  on  them,  once  he  has  given  his 
promise,  so  the  fires  arc  built  under 
the  huge  iron  kettles  out  at  the  boil- 
ing place,  and  the  kettles  filled  with 
water.  Soon  it  is  steaming  hot  and 
ready  for  scalding  the  buckets— ly- 
ing in  rows  near  by — having  been 
hustled  down  out  of  the  shed 
chamber  and  carried  there  by  Leila 
and  Alsie,  in  all  the  flutter  and  ex- 
citement  of   happy    beginnings. 

For  the  sugar-making  season  is 
coming It  is  already  here! 

Next  morning,  bright  and  early, 
the  big  old  wood-sled — backed  up 
the  night  before  in  readiness  for 
an  early  start — stands  waiting 
for  its  load.  An  ox  sled,  it  is; 
none  of  your  frivolous  light  run- 
ning "bob"  variety,  but  a  big, 
heavy,  ungainly  affair;  home-made, 
with  long  wooden  runners ;  the  kind 
of  a  sled  that,  as  the  country-folk 
say,  "had  to  be  chained  to  keep  it 
in  the  door  yard,"  because  it  was 
so  crude  and  unwieldly. 

When  used  for  drawing  sap  bar- 
rels, it  was  fitted  with  a  strong 
wooden  frame.  This  frame,  held 
together  at  its  four  corners  with 
stout  oak  pins,  was  of  a  length  and 
width  to  hold  two  barrels,  placed 
end  to  end.  Stakes  about  five  feet 
long — three  on  each  side — were 
driven  into  the  top  edge  of  the  sled 
runners,  and  stood  upright  to  keep 
the  load  from  slipping  off ;  that  was 
their  chief  use;  incidentally,  how- 
ever, they  were  such  fine  things  for 


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Leila  and  Alsie  to  hold  on  and 
swing  by  when  the  sled  was  in 
motion. 

Soon  the  old  sled  was  piled  high 
as  it  could  hold  with  the  long  rows 
of  sweetly-fragrant  wooden  sap 
buckets.  And  grandpa — after  what 
seemed  to  Leila  and  Alsie  ages  and 
ages  of  waiting- — appeared  at  last 
around  the  corner  of  the  barn,  driv- 
ing before  him  "Daniel  and  Da- 
rius," the  big  old  widehorned  spot- 
ted oxen.  After  many  "whoa- 
hishings"  and  "gee-offings,"  the 
placid,  cud-chewing  creatures  were 
finally  backed  up  over  the  sled- 
tongue,  and  their  yoke-ring  slipped 
into  the  iron  groove  at  the  end  of 
it.  Then,  with  an  awakening  prod 
from  grandpa's  goad-stick,  they 
settled  themselves  to  their  load; 
swaying  their  heads  from  side  to 
side,  and  stepping  out  with  slow, 
measured  tread,  the  load,  in  a  man- 
ner,  is   on   its   way. 

And  what  a  load  it  was  ! 

The  big,  toppling  pile  of  buckets; 
the  basket  of  tools  lor  tapping  the 
trees,  and  .last — but  not  least — the 
two  girls  themselves.  Leila  swing- 
ing by  one  sled-stake  and  Alsie  by 
another,  with  Trudger  yelping  and 
bounding  on  ahead.  Grandpa,  wad- 
ing knee-deep  in  the  soft  snow  by 
the  side  of  the  oxen,  guides  them 
along  up  and  down  the  deep-rutted, 
snow-filled  wood  road  that  winds 
along  past  the  barn,  down  through 
orchard,  fields  and  rocky  pasture 
to  the  Sugar  Place. 

And  what  a  ride  it  was  ! 

For  the  hills  were  steep,  the  hol- 
lows fillet]  with  soft  snow,  and  a 
heavy,    unwieldly    load    is    pushing 

the  oxen  hard  ahead Old  and 

experienced  fellows — Daniel  and 
Darius.  They  know  the  value  of  a 
step  ahead  before  taking  the  plunge 
and  very  carefully  and  cautiously 
do  they  step  along. 

And    what   jolly    sport    it    was! 

Down  the  long  slope  of  snow- 
covered     fields,      gleaming     crisply 


white  in  the  morning's  sunshine,  we 
go — bumping  along;  thrilling  with 
anticipation  and  making  the  hills 
echo  with  our  shouts  of  laughter, 
as  we  come  up  out  of  one  "thank- 
you-marm."  only  to  nose  down  into 
a  deeper  one,  where  Daniel  and 
Darius — like  Doctor  Foster— go  up 
to  their  very  middle,  as  they  plunge 
and  wiggle  and  plough  their  way 
through. 

And  how  slow  we  go !  The  poky 
old  oxen  barely  crawled,  it  seems 
to  us,  their  noses  poked  straight 
out,  horns  laid  on  shoulder,  holding 
back — holding  back,  all  the  way... 
Would  we  ever  get  there? 

To  the  edge  of  the  big  wood  we 
came — at  last !  The  big.  still, 
mystery-whispering  wood!  How 
beautiful  it  looked  that  bright 
March  morning!  What  sparkles 
of  sunshine  were  thrown  back  at  us 
from  boughs  and  branches  of  ever- 
green and  maple — weighted  and 
bending  low  with  their  fluffy  mass- 
es of  yesterday's  ''sky-feathers !" 

And  what  jolly  sport — ducking 
our  heads  to  escape  the  soft  show- 
ers from  the  .snow-weighted, 
bending-low  branches,  as  we 
ploughed  our  way  past  them  into 
the   wood !     Then   the  fine  woods-y 

tang  that  breathed    up    to  us 

How  we  thrilled  with  the  keen  en- 
joyment of  it,  and  of  our  own  im- 
portance in  being  there— to  "help 
grandpa.'' 

Our  hand-sled,  for  us  to  haul  the 
buckets  on  from  tree  to  tree,  trails 
the  big  sled  all  the  way  down. 
Here  it  is,  and  almost  before  we 
knowr  it  grandpa  has  it  piled  full 
up  for  us.  Yes,  and  here's  the 
basket  of  "tapping  things,"  too — 
"Xoah's  Ark,"  we  always  called  it, 
because  it  was  always  filled  with 
everything  you  could  think  of:  the 
big  auger  for  boring  the  holes  in 
the  trees,  the  spiles,  hammer  and 
nails,  bits  of  wire  and  string,  and 
—oh,  everything! 

Swinging-     the     jingle-ty,      junk- 


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e-tv  basket  over  his  arm,  grandpa 
leads  the  way  to  the  nearest  tree, 
with  Leila  and  I  at  his  heels,  pull- 
ing and  tugging  at  our  load  of 
buckets,  as  it  slides  and  slews  oyer 
the  uneven  path. 

Have  you  ever  tried  to  pull  a 
loaded  hand-sled  over  untrodden 
ground,  covered  deep  in  snow? 
Some  pull,  isn't  it?  That  was 
what  it  seemed  to  us— a  hard  old 
pull,  and  only  a  single  track  of 
footsteps  ahead  of  us  to  mark  the 
way. 

Our  heavy  load,  our  uneven 
path.,  our  sudden  stop  to  watch  the 
glint  of  scarlet  on  the  head  of  a 
bobbing  woodpecker,  and  to  listen 
to  his  toek-tork-tocking,  as  he 
winds  around  a  nearby  tree,  then 
glimpsing  a  chipmunk  on  a  spruce 
bough,  directly  over  our  heads,  clut- 
tering down  at  us  and  eyeing  us  so 
inquisitively,  had  made  us  lag  a 
long  way  behind  grandpa.  And 
now   he   is   calling: 

"Come,  come,  children !  What 
makes  you  so  slow?" 

So  we  leave  little  Tapping  Red- 
head and  Mr.  Chippy  Chipmunk, 
and  hurry  along  with  our  load  as 
fast  as  we  can  go.  And  now  that 
we  hear  the  tapping-iron  biting 
into  a  tree,  how  fast  we  hurry  along 
up  to  grandpa — to  stand  on  tiptoe, 
watching  for  the  first  drop  of  sap 
to  trickle  down,  as  the  tapping-iron 
is  twisted  out. 

Then  we  hand  up  a  spile,  then 
the  hammer,  then  a  nail :  these 
driven  home,  how  we  hurry 
along  a  bucket  for  grandpa  to  hang 
on  the  nail,  so  that  not  a  single  drop 
shall  be  wasted  !  Then  we  all  wait 
for  the  soft  tinkle  and  the  faint, 
sweet  smell  of  the  sap  as  it  drips, 
patteringly  down  the  side  of  the 
bucket. 

Oh,  yes;  and  to  remember  this 
particular  tree  as  the  one  to  come 
back  to  for  our  first  drink  of  sap. 
There'll  be  a  good     big     dipperful 


pretty  soon,  for  see  how  fast  it 
drops. 

"just  look,  grandpa,''  we  exclaim, 
"see  how  fast  the  sap  drops!" 

Can  you  think  of  anything  more 
sweetly  refreshing  than  those  long 
draughts  of  .sweet  sap — out  of  those 
fragrant  sap-buckets?  Isn't  it  a 
taste  that  lingers?  And  wouldn't 
you  like  a  tin  dipper  full  right  now? 
— yes,  that's  what  I  said — "tin  dip- 
per." Who  ever  heard  of  drinking 
sap  out  of  anything  but  a  tin  dipper? 

Then  we  go  on  to  the  next  tree ; 
and  the  next  and  the  next,  till  we 
have  made  the  round  of  a  full 
morning's  work,  and  come  back  to 
the  place  of  beginning — the  empty 
wood  sled  and  the  stolid,  cud-chew- 
ing oxen,  standing  just  where  we'd 
left  them  ;  they  haven't  stirred  out 
of  their  tracks  all  the  time  we've 
been  gone. 

And  you  better  believe  we  lose 
no  time  in  getting  ready  to  go 
home.  For  our  brisk  work,  and  the 
sharp  morning  air,  has  made  us 
hungry  as  wolves !  Daniel  and 
Darius  are  hungry,  too,  and  need 
no  prodding  as  they  nose  for  their 
hay-filled   manger. 

So  we  make  quick  time — up  the 
hills  and  home. 

-  And  when  we  get  there,  was  there 
ever  anything  that  could  have  tast- 
ed "gooder"  to  us  than  the  steam- 
ing pot  of  baked  beans  and  the  huge 
loaf  of  brown  bread  that  mother 
has    already    on    the    table,    waiting 


for 


Then  there  was  the  baked 


Indian  pudding,  too ;  little  gold- 
brown  islands  of  it — dipped  with  no 
stinted  hand  into  our  plates,  and 
surrounded  by  a  high. tide  of  maple 
sugar-sweetened   cream. 

Hoop — ee!  Hoop — ee  !  But  it 
was  good ! 

And  couldn't  we  have  some  more 
of  it?  we  begged,  licking  the  bowls 
of  our  inverted  spoons,  and  reach- 
ing out  our  scraped-clean  plates, 
arms  length, towards  the  huge  pud- 


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ding'  pan, — just  a  little,  teeny  bit 
more  ? 

We  could.  Grandpa  said  so. 
For  we'd  been  good  girls  that  morn- 
ing. Done  just  exactly  what  he 
told  us  to  and  helped  him  a  whole 
lot;  didn't  go  chasing  after  squir- 
rels only  just  once  ;  nor  race  'round, 
scaring  up  partridges,  nor  any- 
thing; just  'tended  to  their  knittin' 
and  worked  like  little  beavers!  "So 
give  'em  all  the  pudding  they  want, 
and  cream,  too — just  lots  of  it ! 
They've  earned   it." 

It  was  pretty  good,  listening  to 
praise  like  that  from  grandpa.  It 
made  us  feel  epiite  puffed  up — that, 
and  the  pudding.  And  for  being  so 
wonderfully  good  we  were  standing 
a  pretty  fair  chance  of  being  filled 
to   the   limit   with — both. 

Well,  praise  and  pudding  were 
pretty  good  things,  we  thought. 

IV. 

Now  a  late  spring,  as  this  par- 
ticular spring  proved  to  be — for  af- 
ter the  first  generous  run  there  were 
days  and  days  of  grim  old  winter 
before  it  was  warm  enough  to  "start 
the  .sap"  again — means  either  a  big 
falling  off  of  the  "sugar  crop,"  or 
else  working  "like  all  possessed" 
from  sun  up  till  long  after  sun  down. 

"Making  hay  while  the  -sun 
shines,"  and  "making  sugar  while 
the  sap  runs,"  means  exactly  one 
and  the  same  thing— that  the  farm- 
er  has   to   hustle. 

Hustle   is   certainly   the   word. 

For  the  sap,  gathered  at  flood 
tide — and  that  is  the  way  it  flows, 
as  the  long  delayed  warmth  sends 
it  "welling  to  waiting  bough  and 
bud" — means  running  over  buck- 
ets, and  sap  kettles  kept  "on  the 
boil"  day  in  and  day  out;  some- 
times, and  very  often,  far  into  the 
night  as  well. 

And  what  keen  sport  it  was  when 
mother  would  let  us  stay  out  at  the 
'boiling  place"  and  wait  for  the  sug- 
aring-off,"   on    those    busy      nights ! 


She  would  give  us  saucers  and 
spoons,  and  when  grandpa's  long- 
handled  sugar  ladle  "haired,"  as  he 
stirred  and  lifted  and  poured — over 
and  over  again— the  sweetly  fra- 
grant boiling  syrup,  we'd  slip  our 
saucers  underneath  and  "get  ours." 

Then  the  neighbors,  with  boys 
and  girls  aplenty,  would  always 
come,  in  big  pung-loads,  for  the 
end  of  the  season  Sugaring  Oft. 
And  what  sweet,  sticky,  stirring 
times  we  would  have !  Each  and 
every  one  of  us  armed  with  a  dish 
and  spoon,  beating  and  stirring  the 
syrup  into  sugar. 

A  variation  that  always  added  a 
good  bit  of  zest  to  the  Sugaring 
Off,  was  a  pan  of  snow  to  "wax 
the  maple  on."  I  wonder  if  there 
is  any  tid-bit  that  children — and 
many  grown-ups — have  a  bigger 
sweet  tooth  for  than  "waxed 
maple  ?" 

Other  nights — in  the  big  rush  of 
things — we  would  be  forgotten, 
and  would  stay  out  at  the  "boiling 
place"  so  late  that  we  would  fall 
asleep,  and  have  to  be  carried  to 
the  house  either  by  grandpa,  or 
good  natured  old  Bill  Spooner — 
our   "hired  man." 

V. 

Just  a  word  about  faithful  old 
Bill  Spooner — gone  to  his  reward 
long,  long  ago.'  He  was  rough  and 
uncouth  as  he  could  be,  but  with 
a  heart  that  was  pure  gold.  Always 
in  good  humor.  Never  getting  out 
of  patience  with  us — no  matter 
what  we  did  or  how  bothersome 
we  were  to  him. 

In  his  younger  days,  before  he 
"got  stranded  high  and  dry  on 
these  here  mountings,"  as  he  used 
to  say,  he  had  been  a  sailor.  And 
the  stories  he  would  tell  us  about 
his  experiences  on  the  "high  seas, 
before  the  mast,"  as  he  proudly 
called  them,  were — to  us — intense- 
ly thrilling!  Always  a  new  story 
every   time ;    it   made    no   difference 


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how  often  we  bogged  for  '"just  one 
more,"  we  always  got  it. 

Why,    they    would      have      filled 

books: 

His  description  of  shipwreck,  and 
his  ''saved  by  the  .skin  of  your 
teeth"  escapes,  would  make  us  posi- 
tively shivery.  Then  he  would 
tell  US  about  the  strangest  kind  of 
beings,  who  inhabited  far  away 
islands;  oh,  very  dreadful  crea- 
tures— half  human,  half  animal,  as 
he  would  describe  them — that 
must  have  been,  we   thought,  quite 

awful ! And       quite     ail     lies, 

probably,  man}"  of  his  "yarns,"  but 
we  believed  them  as  seriously  as 
we  believed  Bible  stories,  and  with 
equal   faith,   I   dare   say. 

Because  of  his  thin,  high-pitched 
voice,  and  because  he  mended  his 
clothes  and  darned  his  "footens," 
we  always  called  him,  "Miss" 
Spooner. 

To  us  children,  a  man  sewing  was 
a  strange  sight !  We  could  never 
quite  understand  it.  And  wearing 
his  thimble  on  his  thumb,  as  Spoon- 
er did,  and  pushing  his  needle  from 
him  instead  of  towards  him,  as  he 
sewed,  was  still  another  tiling  we 
couldn't  understand.  So  we  nev- 
er missed  a  chance  to  watch  him. 

Yes;  Spooner  was  odd  and  queer. 

But  we  loved  him  in  spite  of  his 
queer  ways;  perhaps  we  loved  him 
more — because  of  them.  Anyway,  I 
distinctly  remember  that,  when  we 
said  our  prayers  at  night,  \ve  be- 
sought Divine  guidance  not  only 
for  grandpa,  grandma  and  mother, 
but  for  dear  old  "Miss"  Spooner, 
too. 

VI. 

Ours  was  the  real  old  fashioned 
way  of  making  sugar.  Instead  of 
a  sugar  house,  situated  in  some  ac- 
cessible part  of  the  Sugar  Place,  we 
had  what  was  called  a  "boiling 
place."  Huge  iron  kettle-  and 
deep  sheet  iron  pans  were  set  in  a 


rocks.       with 
ground — big 
';h-  1    ;,,ved   Sticks 


US 


solid  foundation  of 
openings  on  the 
enough   to  take 

of  wood;  small  logs,  in  fact.  T 
boiling  place  was  set  close  up 
against  the  old  stone  wall  that  sep- 
arated cur  apple  orchard  from  the 
door  yard,  and  was  only  a  short 
distance  from  the  house  and  direct- 
ly opposite  our  big  old  red  barn. 

Making  the  sugar  so  near  the 
house  was,  in  man}-  ways,  prefer- 
able to  the  modernized  methods  of 
today,  as  different  members  of 
the  family  could  easily  look  after 
the  fires,  and  the  boiling  down  of 
the  sap,  while  the  "men  folks"  were 
away  on  their  long  rounds  of  sap 
gathering.  But  it  made  the  hauling 
of  sap — up  through  the.  stony  pas- 
ture and  the  lowermost  edge  of 
field,  still  more  up — a  very  slow, 
toilsome  task. 


VII. 

It  had  now  got  to  be  about  the 
last  lap  in  the  sugar  making  race. 
For  these  were  the  lingering  days 
of  April.  Spring  was  warming  the 
New  Hampshire  hill  sides,  and 
sending  their  last  snows,  "singing 
in  joy  of  their  happy  release,"  to 
swell  the  brook  beds.  The  warm 
breath  of  April  days  was  in  the 
air,  giving  to  the  tree  tops  that 
softly  pink  haze  that  foretells  not 
only  the  "soon  coming  bud  and 
blossom,"  but  the  final  days  of  the 
sugar   making   season. 

And  how  the  sap  did  run! 

Drop — drop — drop,  so  fast  that  it 
seemed  almost  a  steady  stream  all 
day  long;  nights,  too,  it  dript — 
when  the  frost  held  off.  It  made 
busy  doings  for  grandpa  and 
Spooner — twice  a  day  gatherings — 
to  keep  pace  with  full-up  and  over- 
flowing  buckets. 

Grandpa  couldn't  be  bothered 
with  us  now.  It  had  been  several 
days  since   we   had   been   with   him 


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on  his  rounds,  and  we  were  getting' 
pretty  tired  of  being  told  every 
time. 

''No,  children,  you  can't  go  with 
me    this    trip I'm    too    busy." 

So  we  decided  there  was  going 
to  be  a  change — if -there  was  any 
virtue  in  teasing.  We  had  stayed 
at  home  long  enough. 

It  was  mid-afternoon,  and  grand- 
pa was  getting  ready  for  the  second 
and  last  trip — for  the  day — to  the 
Sugar   Place. 

Knowing,  from  past  experiences, 
that  we  would  be  more  likely  to  go, 
if  we  waited  till  the  very  last  min- 
uet before  we  began  to  tease,  we 
planned  to  be  a  bit  "cagey"  and 
not  let  on  that  we'd  even  thought . 
of  going — or  tease  a  single  tease — 
till  just  as  he  was  starting  off,  and 
would  be  in  too  much  of  a  hurry  to 
stop  for  an  argument,  or  to  stop 
long  enough  to  even  say,  "no ;  you 
can't  go." 

We  had  guessed  right.  He  hesi- 
tatingly  consented. 

So  with  our  little  tin  pails,  to 
help  him  carry  the  sap — oh,  we 
were  going  to  help  big,  we  were, 
to  pay  him  for  letting  us  come!... 
we  started  off. 

Down  over  the  same  old  wood 
road,  we  again  jostled  along.  It  was 
pretty  hard  going  now,  with  the 
snow  gone  in  spots ;  bare  ground 
and  muddy,  part  of  the  way,  with 
big  stones  in  the  road  that  made 
the  old  sled  scrunch  and  squirm, 
leaving  a  generous  "grist"  of  shav- 
ings out  of  its  runners — on  their 
sharp  edges—as  we  ground  along 
over  them.  It  made  hard  pulling 
for  Daniel  and  Darius,  too,  but  we 
didn't  mind  that ;  if  they  did,  why, 
they  should  worry — not  us.  Our 
business  was  to  get  to  the  big,  old, 
lovely  wood  again,  for  it  seemed 
ages  since  we  were  last  there — just 
ages ! 

And  very  soon  we  do  get  there, 
for  grandpa  is  in  a  hurry  and  urges 


the  old  oxen  along  as  fast  as  they 
can  go. 

I  t<»w     enchantingly    beautiful      it 

looked  ! How  enticing,     as  we 

slipped  along  the  road  into  its  very 
heart !  And  how  we  loved  this 
deep  old  wood — so  full  of  mystery 
and  charm  that  it  seemed  to  us  like 
a  big  .story  book  of  never  ending 
happenings!  Listen! — what  did  we 
suppose  the  trees  were  telling  each 
other  in  their  soft,  rustling  whis- 
pers, which  we  could  hear  going  on 
all  about  us?  Something — some 
very  pretty  stories,  we  were  sure — 

Fairy  stories,    perhaps How 

we  wished  we  could  hear  them,  too. 

How  fragrantly  sweet  and  fresh 
everything  seemed,  with  the 
"breath  of  budding  leaves  showing 
mistily"    in    the   light   of   these   late 

afternoon     shadows  ! Shadows 

which  were,  as  Leila  described 
them,  "Scotch-checkering  every- 
thing all  over,"  with  their  fine 
radiating,  criss-cross  lines. 

A  little  way  off — just  over  the 
tree  tops — a  big  flock  of  crows  are 
winging  ponderously  towards  the 
top  of  a  tall  hemlock,  where  they 
settle  down — at  last ;  but  not  for  a 
peace  conference,  for  only  listen  to 
their  scolding,  "caw—caw — caw's!" 
"Such  a  very  disagreeable,  unhappy 
family,"  we  think.  "See  how  they 
want  each  other's  places  as  they 
fly-hop  from  branch  to  branch ;  and 
get  them,  too,  or  else  go  flying  off 
in  the  biggest  kind  of  a  huff.,  lind- 
ing  fault  with  everything —  the  cross 
old    things !" 

But  listen — hear  that? — that 
noise?  Off  that  way,  down  by  that 
bunch  of  spruce  trees,  it  comes — 
"Trum— thrum — thrum,"  it  goes; 
why,  we  know  what  that  noise  is, 
don't  we  ?  It's  a  cock-partridge, 
"drumming  on  a  hollow  log,"  so's 
to  let  his  mate  know  he's  all  right, 
we  guess.  Wouldn't  we  love  to 
crawl  up  real  still  and  "see  him 
drum?"1  "Look!   up   there,  on  that 


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tree" — there  goes  that  self  same 
Chippy  Chipmunk,  we're  sure; 
fluffing  up  his  tail  over  his  back 
and  peeping  down  at  us,  his  little 
bead-y  eyes  so  watchful  and  de- 
fiant, as  if  he  might  be  saying  to 
himself:  "Well,  what  are  yon  doing 
here  in  my  woods?  Do  you  think 
I  am  afraid  of  you?  Pooh!  Just 
let  me  see  you  try  to  catch  me.  .  .  . 
There,  I  knew  you  couldn't,"  he 
seems  to  chiller  down  to  us,  as,  in 
frolic,  we  race  along  under  the  trees 
just  to  watch  him  jump  from  one- 
tree  to  another — ever  and  ever  so 
far  ahead  of  us. 

VIII. 

But  grandpa  is  calling  us. 

He  is  putting  on  his  sap  yoke, 
as  we  come  running  up  to  him,  and 
telling  us  that  we  must  stay  right 
there  by  the  oxen  and  sled ;  that 
Trudger  must  stay  there  with  us ; 
that  it  is  getting  late,  close  on  to 
sun  down  ;  that  he  has  to  work  fast, 
and  we  would  only  be  in  his  way 
and  hinder  him  this  _  time,  if  we 
follow  and  try  to  help.  .  .  .We  don't 
like  this — don't  like  it  a  bit;  Why, 
we  brought  our  pails  on  purpose  to 
help!  And  it's  just  horrid  nasty  of 
grandpa  not  to  let  us  go  with  him, 
so  there!  It  isn't  any  fun  at  all, 
sticking  around  the  old  oxen  and 
sled— waiting ! 

But  grandpa  is  very  firm;  he 
means  exactly  what  he  says — we 
must  mind  him.  .  .  .Stay  right  there. 

But  say — !  watching  grandpa's 
hurrying  steps  down  the  long  wood 
road  ahead  of  us,  his  .sap  pails 
dangling  from    the     sap  yoke     and 

swinging  with  every  step Didn't 

we  remember,  right  around  here, 
somewhere,  there  was  a  little  path 
that  led  off  towards  a  clump  of 
evergreens? — a  place  we  always 
called  the  "Little  Woods,"  because 
it  was  so  thick  and  dense.  Oh,  here 
it  is — right  over  here— .see?  And 
it  leads  right  straight  to  our  "Little 
Woods,"   where  we     always     come 


with  mother  to  hunt  for  the  earliest 
"Mayflowers." 

It  was,  indeed,  a  most  beautiful 
spot — a  sort  of  secluded  ampi- 
theatre.  "all  curtained  about"  with 
lordly,  wide-spread  beeches  and  a 
dense    undergrowth    of    spruce    and 

hemlock A  .spot 

"Just   hid   with    trees   and   sparkling 

with  a  brook," 
where  the  earliest  arbutus  peeped 
out  from  their  soft  beds  of  moss, 
and  where  mother  always  allowed 
us  to  play  all  kinds  of  "make  be- 
lieves" as  long  as  we  liked,  when  we 
came  with  her  in  quest  of  these 
beautiful  flowers Often  fancy- 
ing, as  we  played,  the  many  strange, 
eventful  things  as  likely  to  happen 
to  us  here  in  this  real  Fairyland ! 
That's  what  it  always  seemed  to 
us — a    real    Fairyland! 

Why,  we  guess  we  do  remember 
that  place !  And  how  surprised 
mother  would  be  if  we  could  find 
a  little  bunch  of  flowers  to  take 
home  to  her,  wouldn't  she? — even 
though  we  couldn't  find  more  than 
two  or   three — or  just   a  few  buds? 

And  grandpa  wouldn't  mind  our 
going  just  that  little  way  off,  would 
he?  Why,  we'd  be  close  in  sight 
of  the  oxen  and  sled  all  the  time, 
and  that  wasn't  anything  but  "stay- 
ing right  there" — just  like  he  told 
us  to  .' — was  it?  And  we'd  take 
Trudger  along:  with  us. 


.Come, 
Trudger." 

And  away  we  sped  along  the 
little  path  that  led  to  our  "Little 
Woods,"  throwing  a  look  around 
every  few  steps  so  as  to  be  sure 
we  kept  the  oxen  and  sled  in  sight — 
as  a  kind  of  sop  for  our  disobedi- 
ence, probably,  and  because  we 
were — in  spite  of  our  vaunted  cour- 
age— just  a  wee  bit  afraid. 

You  see  we  had  never  been  there, 
except  when  mother  had  been  with 
us,  and  when  it  was  bright  sun- 
light, while  now  it  was  nearing 
sun  down,  and  the  shadows  were 
beginning   to   fall   all   about  us.     It 


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was  something  to  give  heed  Still 
we  just  had  to  look.  It  wouldn't 
take  us  but  a  second,  then  we'd  run 
nght  back  and  stay  there  by  the 
sled  till  grandpa  returned;  yes  ■  we 
would— we    promised    ourselves. 

Oh  Alsie,  hurry  up— quick!" 
cried  Leila,  getting  ahead  of  me 
while  I  had  stopped  to  tie  up  my 
shoe  string  and  pull  my  tippet  out 
of  a  angle  of  cedar  branches.  "I've 
found  one— see— right  down  here  in 
this  big  bunch  of  moss" 

:,  T-V^',  Lei]a-  ]t?t  me  break 
it  off  I  caned,  hurrying  along  as 
fast  as  I  could  run. 

"Yes  Alsie,  'cause  J  found  one 
first;  then,  if  you  find  the  next  one 
you  must  let  me  break  it  oil  will 
you?  An'  maybe,  if  we  hunt  real 
hard— oh,  ever'n  ever  so  hard— we 
can  find  a   big,   big  bunch." 

And  away  we  run  to     pull  away 
the  moss  and  peep  into  every  pro- 
mising  hummock,    and    deep   green 
beds  of  ground   pine.       Every  bud 
and   halt   open   blossom    we   'found 
was    proclaimed    by    wild    crie*    of 
surprise  and  admiration,  as  we  sped 
from  place  to  place— all  unconscious 
of    now    quickly      the    shadows      of 
night-fall   had   closed     in;     of     our 
promised,   "just   one   look  and   we'd 
go   right   straight   back,"     or  of     a 
tawny-gray  shape— back     there     in 
the   black  depths  of  the  spruce  un- 
dergrowth—that   had    been      warily 
gazing  at  us  out  of  its  round,  glar'- 
irjg  eves,   watching  our   every  step 
And    now,    emboldened      b'v      the 
deepening   shadows,    it   is   stealthily 
paddmg   around  a   clump     of   ever- 
greens,  slipping    noiselessly     as      a 
thread    under    their    low    spreading 
branches,   to  the   trunk  of  a   fallen 
tree     crouching  behind    it,   with   its 
tufted  ears  and  the  gleam  of  its  pale 
yellow-green  eyes  showing  over  the 

?v°  u  g~ as  h  watched  us. 

VVe  had  just  spied  another  mossy 
knoll,  and  were  running  towards  it 
when  Leila  suddenly  caught  hold 
Ol   my  arm,  pointed   at  a   log,  and 


^f^mahalf  whisper,  said: 
Uhl   Alsie,  see   the   pretty,   big- 

hvtfnltty;uSee~*  over  there 
b3  *at  log;  the  one.  where  the  tree 
bends  down  over  it.  Can't  you  see 
him?     look-look,      there    'he     is! 

rtf    i  A  crawlin>    "P    on    top    o* 

the  log.  Oh.  ain't  he  a  big  kitty? 
-Let  s  us  tiptoe  up  an'  try  to  catch 
him.  Sh--/  laying  her 'finger  on 
my  lips,  we  mustn't  make  any 
noise  well  scare  him  away,  if  we 
do.  Step  just  as  easy  as  you  can," 
she  whispered,  moving  cautiously 
forward,  holding  me  tight  by  the 
hand  and  calling: 

"Kitty— kitty— pretty  kitty- 

come—,  reaching  out  her  hand 
towards  it  as  we  draw  nearer  and 
nearer  till  we  were  up  to  within 
a  few  feet  of  it. 

And  so  intent  had  we  been  on 
capturing  it— so  watchful  in  fear 
it  would  escape-that  we  had  not 
noticed  how.  as  we  had  cautiously 
urePl towards  it-  the  tawny  bulk- 
had  been  quite  as  cautiously  creep- 
ing towards  us.  And  its  sudden 
nearness   now— it   was   almost  right 


on  us    and,   oh,   what   a   monster  it 
looked  .'—fairly  stunned  us 
At  that  instant  it  looked  anything- 

stock-still— we  scarcely  breathed 
we  were  so  terrified  by  the  intense 
fixity  of  its  glaring  eyes-it  slowly 
flattened  its  body,  laid  its  ears  close 
back  against  its  head,  opened  wide 
its  jaws— so  red  and  big  and  full  of 
sharp  white  teeth— and  gave  a  spit- 
ting snarl  |  A  snarl  so  avid,  so  un- 
expectedly frightful  that  it  sent  us 
backward  like  a  blow. 

In   a   flash   the  huge     gray     bulk 
sprang  out  at  us— stunning  us  into 
voiceless   terror   as   it     hissed      and 
snarled  and     struck,   with     wicked 
stinging  blows. 

The   frightening  shape    on    every 

side  of  us— a   mass  of     teeth     and 

claws  and  terrific  muscle  that  ripped 

and  tore  wherever  it  clutched. 

It  struck  at  me  first,  sending  mc 


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t©  the  ground  with  one  blow  of  its 
paw  that  tore,  as  it  struck,  through 
mv  hood  and  into  my  scalp,  so  deep 
that  the  scar  plainly  shows,  even 
now.  That  I  was  saved  from  more, 
and  still  wickeder  blows,  was  due 
to  Leila's  screams,  her  frantic  blows 
with  her  tin  pail  over  the  creature's 
head,  and  the  worrymgs  of  valiant 
old  Trudger.  But  it  was  beaten 
away  from  me,  only  to  fall  upon 
Leila  with  doubled  fur}-,  striking 
Trudger  out  of  its  way  with  one 
rake  of  its  tearing  claws  that  sent 
the  poor  dog  howling. 

I  tried  to  scream,  but  I  was  so 
scared  I  couldn't  open  my  mouth. 
I  tried  to  get  up,  but  I  trembled  so 
from  fright  and  the  hurt  of  that 
awful  bleeding  scratch,  that  I 
couldn't  stand.  And  there  was 
Leila — screaming  and  crying  out  to 
me,  only  a  few  feet  a  way— trying 
to  beat  off  that  awful  wild  cat.  .  .  . 
Alone ! 

Oh,  I  must  get  there,  somehow — 
I  must — 1  must!  I  began  erawding 
on  my  hands  and  knees,  and  had 
managed  to  get  almost  up  to  her, 
when  her  foot  caught  in  the  tangl- 
ed vines  of  ground-pine,  and  she 
fell  head-long.  But  the  instant  she 
went  down,  Trudger  leapt  out  at 
the  cat  with  a  force  and  fury  that 
sent  both  dog  and  cat  to  the  ground. 
Over  and  over  they  rolled,  in  a 
clutch  that  filled  the  air  with  yelps 
and  spitting  snarls  and  flying  fur  as 
they  bit  and  scratched  and  tore.  .  .  . 

Trudger  would     be     killed He 

would  be  eaten  up  alive.... Oh,  he 
would— he  would— !  Why  didn't 
grandpa  come — Oh,  why  didn't  he 
come — ?  "Grandpa,  grandpa!"  I 
scream,  at  the  top  of  my  voice, 
"Why   don't   you    come — ?" 

He  is  coining,  for  just  then  the 
most  terrible  yells  I  ever  heard  in 
all  my  life — and  hope  never  to  hear 
again — rang  out.  and  made  the 
woods  echo  and  re-echo  with  their 
awful    intensity. 


Our  screams  and  cries  had  reach- 
him.  and  had  crazed  him  with 
fright.  He  knew  some  dreadful 
thing  had  happened  to  us.  And  his 
first  thought  was:  "It's  a  wild  cat!" 
Hence  those  blood-curdling  yells, 
all  the  time  he  was  running  up  to 
us,  to  scare  the  thing  away. 

They  did  scare  the  thing  away! 

And  as  silently  as  it  had  come 
upon  us,  it  slipt  out  of  sight,  and 
was  gone,  leaving  only  the  sway- 
ing of  branches  to  mark  the  spot 
where  it  had  fied  into  the  thicket. 

IX. 

And  there  on  the  ground,  insensi- 
ble to  all  that  had  happened,  lay 
Leila.  The  trampled  moss,  her 
clothing  in  shreds,  the  little  tin 
pail — with  which  she  had  so  vainly 
tried  to  beat  off  the  blows — still 
gasped,  battered  and  crushed,  in 
her  little  red-mittened  hands,  tells, 
in  unspeakable  anguish  to  grandpa, 
as  he  comes  crashing  up,  the  story 
of  her  awful  struggle. 

For  a  second  he  stood  leaning 
against  a  tree,  breathless — from  his 
run — and  too  crushed  and  dazed  to 
move ;  his  lips  trembling,  as  he  tried 
to  speak  her  name 

Stooping  over  her,  he  arranged, 
as  well  as  his  trembling  old  hands 
would  let  him,  the  tattered  cloth- 
ing; picked  up  her  little  hood — that 
had  been  flung  to  the  ground  with 
one  tear  of  a  wicked  paw — put  it 
on  and  tied  it  under  her  chin.  Then, 
tenderly  gathered  her  up  in  his  arms 
and  lifted  her  up  on  his  shoulder, 
tucking  the  little  limp  hand,  so 
terribly  bitten  and  torn,  into  the 
breast  of  his  frock  for  warmth  and 
protection. 

Bidding  me  walk  in  front  of  him, 
we  started  back  to  the  wood  road, 
where  stand  the  waiting  oxen. 
Poor  whining  Trudger  follows  limp- 
ingly  along,  to  curl  up  close  to  me 
in  the  space  in  front  of  the  partly- 
filled  sap  barrels — where  there's  just 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


room   enough   for   us   to   squeeze   in 
and   to   hold   us   from   pitching  out. 

Then  we  begin  the  slow,  sad 
journey  out  of  the  woods,  and  up 
the  long  stretches  of  hills  and.  hard- 
going— home.  The  oxen  moving 
along,  with  only  the  motion  of 
grandpa's  free  hand  laid  on  their 
yoke  to  guide  them,  all  the  way 
home.  It  seemed  almost  as  if  they 
understood  we  were  in  trouble,  and 
they  must  do  their  part  in  helping 
us — so  evenly  and  steadily  do  they 
move  along  up  the  steep  hills. 

X. 

Now  a  strong,  healthy  child  of 
nine  years,  lying  limp  and  uncon- 
scious in  one's  arms,  is  no  light 
burden ;  and  many  a  stouter  heart 
than  that  of  the  dear  old  grand- 
father's would  have  c| nailed  at  the 
undertaking,  and  waited  for  help, 
knowing  that  our  unusual  absence 
would  arouse  fears,  and  mother 
would  be  sending  Spooner  to  look 
for  us.  But  his  one  thought  was — 
to  get  away— out  of  this  deep,  dark- 
wood.  Stout  of  heart,  though  he 
was,  the  terror  of  our  struggles 
with  the  wild  cat.  and  the  thought 
of  "what  might  have  happened," 
was  breaking  him — he  was  terror- 
stricken  ! 

With  every  step,  he  could  feel 
against  his  arm  the  helpless  swing 
of   Leila's   little   red-mittened    hand. 

"I  shouldn't  have  let  them  come," 
he  kept  saying  to  himself,  over  and 
over  again.  "But  Leila  had  teas- 
ed .so  hard.  .  .  .He  might  never  hear 

her   teasings   again" And   the 

thought  of  how  bad  her  hurt  might 
prove,  unnerved  him,  and  made  him 
realize,  as  never  before,  how  dear- 
how  unspeakably  dear — she  was  to 
him;  how  he  had,  unconsciously, 
held  her  as  something  nearer  and 
dearer  than  anything  else  in  life. 
^  "Yes,  it  had  been  going  against 
his  better  judgement — letting  them 
come,    for   all    day    long    there    had 


been  moments,"  he  reflected,  "when 
he  had   felt  something  'hangin  over 
him ;'  some     vague     foreshadowing 
that  had  seemed  like  a  'warning'. . 
He  should   have  heeded   it." 

"Even  when  he  left  them  there 
by  the  sled,  cautioning  them  not  to 
go  away,  he  hadn't  been  able  to 
shake  oil  that  'dread  of  something,' 
but  had  gone  on  with  his  work,"  he 
remembered,  "in  an  uneasiness  of 
mind  that  had  hurried  him  from  tree 
to  tree,  and  made  him  stop,  every 
time  he  emptied  a  bucket,  to  look- 
uneasily  around,  as  if  expecting  to 
hear,  or  see,  some  unusual  thing.  . . 

Hark.  . . .  .Listen What     was 

that?  P'shaw!  How  like  a  nervous 
old  woman,  he  was  getting!  Why, 
its  just  the  children — laughing  and 
playing  games  around  the  sled; 
chasing  squirrels,  maybe;  he  could 
hear  Trudger  barking,  too ;  why, 
they  are  all  right."  he  had  tried  to 
assure  himself.     "Still , 

"Hark — what  was  that?     They're 

not    laughing    now Why,    it's 

Leila,  screaming  out  in  terrible 
fright!" 

Flinging  the  pails  of  sap  to  the 
ground,  and  catching  up  his  sap 
yoke,  the  next  thing  he  was  con- 
scious of  was  tearing  through  the 
woods,  fear-crazed,  and  yelling  at 
the  top  of  his  voice  as  he  races 
along,  only  to  find  Leila — when  he 
reaches  their  Little  Woods — as  she 
now  lies  in  his  arms. 

XL 

How  still  and  shivery  everything 
seemed  all  about  us,  as  we  slowly 
emerge  from  the  woods  into  the 
moonlit  fields.  The  only  sounds  to 
break  the  penetrating  silence  were 
the  creaking  sled,  the  scrunch  of 
its  runners  over  the  stones,  the 
panting  oxen,  the  splot — splot  of 
grandpa's  sad,  heavily  burdened 
footsteps,  as  he  moves  slowly  along 
beside  them,  and  Trudger's  little 
whimpers   of   pain      as   he     cuddles 


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close  up  beside  me.  While  farther 
away— comes  the  whispering  trickle 
of  the  .snow  patches,  still   lingering 

in   the    hollows,      and      occasionally 

breaking  with  so  startling  a  sound, 
as  they  shrank  and  settled,  as  to 
make  the  after-stillness  even  more 
deep  and  awesome.  And  to  make 
me  snuggle  down  beside  Trudger 
even  more  closer — .startled  and 
shivering    with    fright. 

And  as  we  passed  slow  ly  on  up 
by  them,  how  every  rock  and 
weather  beaten  stump — along  the 
whole  way — seemed,  to  my  over- 
wrought nerves,  to  outline  some 
lurking,  moving  shape! 

XII. 

But  we  were  being  missed  up  at 
the  house.  It  was  long,  long  past 
the  time  for  us  to  be  back— even 
allowing  for  the  longest  of  rounds 
and  any  reasonable  delay.  Supper 
had  been  a  long  time  ready.  They 
were  all  waiting — waiting — and 
still  no  sign  of  us  coming.  Mother 
was  getting  very  anxious.  Spooner 
had  finished  his  "chores,"  and  comes 
in  to  ask  mother  if  he  hadn't  "bet- 
ter be  a-mosey-in'  along  down  a 
piece,  an'  find  out  what  the  trouble 
is — ;  what'n  timenation's  a  hinder- 
in'  of  'em  ?" 

"No,  they'll  be  along  pretty  soon," 
she  tells  him,  "You  are  tired.  We'll 
wait  a  little  while  longer." 

Grandmother,  worried  and  nerv- 
ous, was  going  from  window,  peer- 
ing intently  out  and  trying  to  vis- 
ualize us  in  the  different  objects 
scattered  along  her  line  of  vision. 

At  last  she  called  out: 

"I  can  see  them,  Sarah ;  they're 
just  rising  the  little  hill  down  be- 
low the  orchard,  but  they  are  com- 
ing very  .slow — the  oxen  barely 
crawl Sarah,  something's  hap- 
pened  Father's — yes,      father's 

holdin'  something  over  his  should- 
er— it's — why,    it's   one   of   the   chil- 


dren! Go — somebody;  go — quick, 
an'  help  him  !" 

And  somebody  did  go  quick.  It 
was  Spooner.  And  if  anybody  ever 
hit  the  high  places  on  a  keener 
jump  than  dear  old  "Miss"  Spoon- 
er, as  he  lit  out  down  the  fields, 
the}-  certainly  would  have  had  to 
"run   some.'" 

1  shall  never  forget  how  he  came 
tearing  around  the  little  clump  of 
trees  on  one  side  of  the  road  that 
quite  hid  us  from  him,  and  was 
right  on  us  before  he  could  "come 
off  his  gait" — how  funny  he  look- 
ed— and  how  glad — oh,  how  glad — 
I  was  to  see  him ! 

Bare-headed,  in  his  shirt  sleeves 
and  "stocking  feet,"  waving  an  old 
carpet-slipper  in  each  hand  (he  was 
pulling  off  his  boots  and  had  his 
old  slippers  in  his  hand  ready  to 
put  on,  when  grandmother's — "Go — 
somebody!"  rang  out),  he  tore 
past  us,  stammering — "stutterin'," 
he  called  it,  and  when  excited  could- 
n't help  it  to  save  his  life — so  that 
nobody  on  earth  could  have  told 
what  he  said,  or  meant. 

As  soon  as  he  could  slow  up 
enough  to  turn  around,  he  rushed 
up  to  grandpa  and  held  out  his  arms 
for  Leila,  "stutterin'  "  away  like  a 
house  afire.  It  was  so  dark  he 
couldn't  see  how  badly  she  was 
hurt,  else  there  would  have  been  no 
help  from  him.  He  would  have 
"stuttered"  himself  to  death  then 
and  there — likely. 

But  grandpa  motioned  him  away, 
barely  indicating,  with  a  wave  of 
his  hand  towards  the  oxen,  that  he 
would  leave  the  load  for  him  to 
drive  up  the  rest  of  the  way,  and 
said: 

"No.  no,  Spooner,  I — I  can't  give 
her  up."  And  sped  on  up  to  the 
house 


Well,    the   dear    old    grandfather 


I/O  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

didn't  have  to  give  her  up,  although  And    all    her    life    she    bore    deep. 

it  was  many      weeks — many     long,  ragged    scars    made   by    the    tearing 

weary,  tearful-watching     days     and  teeth    and    the    ripping    claws    of   a 

nights- — before   we    were   told    Leila  blood-thirsty  wild  cat. 

Would  q-et  well 


THE  HARBINGER  OF  SPRING. 

A  'Spring  Song." 
By  Jennie  11.   Hussey. 

There's  a  dear  little  flower, — I  know  of  none  fairer — 

That  follows  the  soft  April  showers ; 
To  me  it  is  dearer  and  sweeter  and  rarer 

Than  even   the  queen  of  all  flowers. 

Refrain 

O   trailing   arbutus!    fair   harbinger,   thou, 
Of  .spring-time  and  blossom-time  sweet. 

What  hope  and  what  cheer,  after  skies  dark  and  drear; 
How  gladly  thy  blossoms  I  greet. 

There's   a    hint    of   the   snowdrifts   with   sunrise      above 
them, 

Among  the  green  leaves  where  you  shine. 
Fair  Puritan  blossoms,  I   cherish  and  love  them; 

They  bring  me  a  new  hope  divine. 

For  I  know  that  each  winter  is  followed  by  spring-time, 

As  midnight  to  morning  gives  place  ; 
And  sweet  April  showers  and  breezes  and  sunshine 

Will  make  the  earth  blossom  in  grace. 


A  FEW  PAGES  OF  POETRY 


Through  the  kindness  of  Mr. 
Brookes  More  a  prize  of  $50  is  of- 
fered for  the  best  poem  published 
in  the  Granite  Monthly  during  the 
year  1921.  The  judges  are  Prof. 
Katharine  Lee  Bates,  Mr.  W.  S. 
Braithwaite    and    former    Governor 


John  II.  Bartlett.  A  gratifying 
number  of  entries  for  the  contest 
already  have  been  received,  some  of 
which  are  printed  herewith,  while 
others  may  be  found  elsewhere  in 
the  magazine. 


NATURE 

By  Emily  W.  Matthews. 

Ye  Artists! 

Come  unto  me  and  humbly  kneel  before  me, 
For  I  am  Nature,   the  great  mother  of  Artists; 
Your    mother    and    your   only    true    school    mistress. 
This  Flower: 

Its  tints  are  something  to  wake  dreams 
And  morning  fancies  in  your  hearts, 
And   every   curve  of   leaf  and   petal,   crisp 
With    dainty    grace,    wakes    innocent   delight. 
And  .see ! 

My  sweeps  of  wooded  slopes, 
That,   undulating,   sinuous   and   strong, 
Are  clothed   in  changing  colors  as  the  seasons  and  the 
hours  come  and  ^o. 


Observe ! 

How  well   my   tender   hand 

Has   covered   with   a    thousand   graceful   vines 

Trailing  and  looping,  shedding  fragrant  scent, 

The   sears   you   leave   upon   my   lovely   hills. 

See  sparkling  rivers  and   my  mirroring  lakes; 

Flashes  of  light  that  dazzle  your  poor  eyes 

And  make  you  rend  your  brushes — 

I  confound  you 

With  curves  and  hues  and  filmy  traceries, 

Perspectives,  vistas,  contrasts,  each  one  new 

And   never   twice    the   same — 

Some  times  there  are 

When  in  a  melting  mood 

I'm  painted  beauty  all  day  long — 

(Such  pictures  as  no  one  of  you  can  ape)  ; 

When  day   is  done. 

In  ecstasy  of  inspiration 

I    fling  across    the   sky 

My  palette— full  of  paints, 


1/2  TUV  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

See.  brilliant   royal    reds   and   flaming-  gold; 

A   wilderness  of  color,  shot  with   light; 

Dazzling,    changeful,   delirious,   intense — 

Which  fades,  through  varying  tints,  to  stars  and  night. 

Musicians ! 
Hear  my   music  ; 

\\  hose  bass  is  beat  by  sombre  waves  on  all  my  shores 
And   answered    through   my   continents. 
Full-throated,  vibrant,  strong, 
By  countless  rivers   striving  toward   the   sea. 
The  treble's  played  by  brooks. 
My  pastoral 

Is  fluted  by  the  birds.     My  violins, 
-The  rustling  of  a  thousand  million  leaves 
From   South   to   North   in   answering   melodies. 
And  all  unite  to  make  a  song- — 
Ah,  what   a  song!    And   it  is  nothing   but 
The  throb  of  my  large  heart. 

Oh   sinner ! 

Come  to  my  pine  cathedrals, 

For   there   is   nothing  there — no   stifling   cants — indiffer- 
ence— 
No  creakings  of  the  pews — no  clink  of  coins 
In   contribution   plates; 
Nothing  to  hide  from  you 
The  face  of  my  great  beauty. 
Lie  down  and  turn  your  eyes  to  my  blue  sky 
Which  you  believe  is  only  there 
To    hide   my   secrets. 
Find  there  in  sky  and  trees 
That   interlace    and    swing   in    rythmic    grace 
The  secrets  that  you  crave. 
Put  down  your  ear — 
Yes — here    among   the   needles 
At  the  foot  of  these  great  trees. 
Listen — you   hear? 

The   beating  of  my   ever    throbbing  heart! 
Well,  now,  dear  one.  you  are  a  part  of  me; 
Bound  to  me  close,  as  close  as  now  you  lie 
Among  the  brown  pine-needles. 
"Being"  I  give,  and  then  anon,  reclaim  you. 
Perhaps  when  time  has  passed 
"Being"  I'll  give  again; 
But  oh,  ask  not  my  dear,  my  little  one— 
That's  not  for  you  to  know! 


VALENTINE 

By  Elaine  Stem. 

"When  you  look  into  your  heart 

And  find  me  there 

Are  yen  surprised? 

Just  covered  with   amazement 

At  seeing  me 

So   snugly  curled   up 

And  smiling  at  you  sleepily? 

You  wonder  how  1  came  there, 
Who  let  me  in, 

You,  who  guarded  the  portal  so  closely, 

(I   know  you  did,   my  own. 

Yen  are  just  as  much  afraid  as  I 

Of   heing   hurt.) 

Rut  all  the  time  there  I  was 

Taking  complete  possession  of  every  corner 
And  choosing  the  warmest  spot  for  my  own 
For  ever   and   ever 

I'll  tell  you  how  I  did  it; 

I   sneaked   in  ; 

Yes,    1    did. 

One  day  when   you  weren't  looking. 

Until    I   found  the  tiny  door, 

And  found  its  key. 

The  key  was  that  I  loved  you  so  entirely 

I  did  not  mind  your  knowing  it  at  all, 

I,  who  have  always  kept  my  heart  intact, 

I,  who  have  said  I'd  play  at  loving! 

Well,  that  was  the  key. 

I  fitted  it  in,  and  turned  the  lock 

And  fell  back  gasping! 

Your  heart  is  so  beautiful  inside 

Just  large  enough  for  me— and  me  alone 
(You  see  how  selfish  I've  become!) 
And  so,  I'm  now  at  home.  Sir, 
My   hours   twelve   to   twelve. 

And  you  need  not  be  lonely  any  more, 

Ever, 

Because    when    you    walk,    or   golf, 

Or  talk,  or  write,  or  read, 

You'll  know  I'm  there, 

Just  buttoned   snugly  up  beneath  your  vest 


APRIL 

By  Marx  E.  Hough. 

Some  big   wet  drops  fall   slowly  one  by  one. 
Then  suddenly  descend  a  sheeted  stream. 
Starting  a  deluge  just  for  fun 

To  see   the   lazy   eaves   spouts   run, — 
When   k> !   there   flutters  down  a  gay  sunbeam. 

Again,  more  wind   than   ram,   they  beat   and   pound 
As   if   somehow   a    threatening   cloud   decreed 
That    they    should    storm    the   soggy   ground. 
Blow  up  what   new  seed  can  be  found, — - 
And   satisfy  an  elemental   need. 

Now  timidly  it  rains  or  darkly  lowers. 

The  rain-drops  and   the   fog-sprites  keep   their   tryst, 
Making   out    programs    for    their    April    showers 
And   choosing  what   they'll   have   for   flowers, — 

Then  once  again  the  sun  peeps  through  the  mist. 


IN  VIOLET  TIME 

By  L.  Adelaide  Sherman. 

One   rare   spring   day   she   gathered  violets; 

Then   life   was  young  and  all  her   days   were   May. 
She   knew  no   haunting  past,   no  vain   regrets, — 

She  gathered  violets  ;  and   down  the  way 
Where    trillium    bloomed,    hepatica    and    sweet 
Pink  lady's  slipper,  strayed  her  loitering  feet. 

He  brought   her  violets   when   stars   less   bright 
Than  her  clear  eyes,  love-lit,  adown  the  sky 

Moved  to  slow  music,  trailing  veils  of  light. 
She  lost  the  world — she  knew  that  he  was  nigh ; 

And  her  white  soul,  swept  by  a  flood  of  song, 

Was   borne   on  visioned   wings  of  joy  along. 

We  laid  blue  violets  upon  her  breast ; 

Poor  wounded  heart,  so  long  inured  to  pain  ! 
We  left  with   her  the   flower  she   loved  the  best, 

For  months  had  passed  and  it  was  spring  again. 
Then,  while  we  stood  with  blinded,  tear-wet  eyes, 
She  bore  her  violets  to  Paradise. 


EDITORIALS 


In  its  issue  of  August.  1920.  the 
Granit6  Monthly  advised  Presiden- 
tial  Candidate   Harding   to   tell   the 

people  that  it  elected  he  would  in- 
vite into  Ids  cabinet.  Elihu  Root, 
Herbert  C.  Hoover.  John  \V.  Weeks, 
and  other  men  of  like  calibre.  A 
little  later  in  the  campaign  the 
same  suggestion  was  made  by  the 
Saturday  Evening  Post,  a  publica- 
tion of  somewhat  larger  circulation 
than  the  Granite  Monthly.  Mr. 
Harding  did  not  see  fit  to  take  this 
course  of  action  and  the  result  in 
November  showed  that  he  did  not 
need  the  additional  number  of  votes 
which  it  would  have  brought  him. 
But  without  making  the  pledge  he 
has  carried  it  out  and  Mr.  Hoover. 
and  Mr.  Weeks  today  have  seats 
at  the  cabinet  table  with  Mr. 
Hughes  as  an  entirely  satisfactory 
substitute  for  Mr.  Root.  While 
the  other  members  of  the  cabinet 
do  not  have  the  same  standing  in 
the  public  mind  as  the  three  nam- 
ed, several  of  them  seem  to  be 
especially  fitted  for  the  posts  to 
which  they  have  been  invited. 
Xew  Hampshire  is  recognized  by 
the -choice  of  her  native  son,  Mr. 
Weeks,  whose  name  thus  is  added 
to  the  notable  list  which  began 
with  Levi  Woodbury,  and  has  in- 
cluded Webster,  Chase,  Cass, 
Chandler,  Dix,  Fessenden,  Dear- 
born and  others. 


Last  month  the  people  of  New 
Hampshire  refused  with  emphatic 
decision  to  ratify  any  of  the  four 
amendments  to  the  constitution 
submitted  to  them.  We  are  still 
of  the  opinion  that  the  best  inter- 
ests of  the  state  would  have  been 
served  by  the  ratification  of  all  of 
them,  but  that  is  a  question  now  of 
only  academic  interest.  The  im- 
mediate problem  presented  by  the 
failure  of  the  income  tax  amend- 
ment is  how  to  pay  the  state's  bills. 
As    this    is    written    the    legislature 


is  adopting  the  solution  of  cutting 
to  the  bone  the  living  expenses  of 
the  state  government  and  refusing 
absolutely  to  make  any  extension  of 
its  activities  on  any  lines,  however 
worthy  and  desirable.  Two  years 
of  this  policy  may  not  do  any  great 
harm  ;  may  have,  in  fact,  a  salutary 
effect  in  certain  directions.  But  to 
continue  it  indefinitely  would  make 
New  Hampshire  a  by-word  among 
her  sister  states.  In  a  decade  the 
damage  thus  done  would  be  well 
nigh  irreparable.  The  General 
Court  of  1923  will  be  looked  to  for 
a    sounder   financial    policy. 


The  series  of  articles  upon  the 
state  government  of  1921-1922  has 
been  interrupted  this  month  in 
order  to  allow  time  for  the  prepara- 
tion of  an  article  to  be  published 
in  the  May  issue,  giving  an  outline 
of  the  work  of  the  legislature  at 
its  three  months'  session  and  por- 
traits and  sketches  of  some  of  the 
leaders  in  the  lower  branch  to 
supplement  Mr.  Metcalf's  story  of 
the   Senate   in  the   March   number. 


New  Hampshire  is  forging  ahead 
fast  among  the  states  in  mazagine 
making,  both  as  to  quantity  and 
quality.  Few  establishments  in  the 
country  excel  the  output  of  the 
Rumford  Press  at  Concord,  with 
the  Atlantic,  Asia,  Century,  House 
Beautiful,  St.  Nicholas,  North 
American  Review,  Yale  Review, 
and  many  others  on  its  list.  And 
now  we  have  just  learned  that  the 
Photo-Era  magazine,  one  of  the 
handsomest  and  most  interesting 
class  publications  extant,  is  being 
published  at  Wolfeboro,  where  its 
editor  and  manager,  Mr.  A.  H. 
Beardsley,  has  taken  up  his  resi- 
dence. Certainly  in  its  new  location 
Photo-Era  has  no  lack,  in  beautiful 
scenery,  of  "raw  material"  for 
its  justly  famous  illustrations. 


BOOKS  Or  NEW  HAMPSHIRE  INTEREST 


Norman  Hapgood,  journalist  and 
diplomat,  has  been  for  a  quartej  of 
a  century  a  resident  during  a  large 
part  of  almost  every  year  of  New 
Hampshire  and  has  taken  a  more 
than  academic  interest  in  our  poli- 
tics. In  return  we  take  a  lively 
interest  in  whatever  Mr.  Hapgood 
writes,  finding  him  always  pun- 
gent, readable  and  well  informed, 
even  when,  as  often  is  the  case,  we 
disagree  with  his  conelusions.  "The 
Advancing  Hour."  his  latest  book., 
is  published  by  Eoni  &  Liveright 
of  Mew  York  and  deals  with  pro- 
blems of  the  immediate  yesterday, 
today  and  tomorrow. 

He  finds  this  a  time  of  "a  double 
revolution,  shifting  of  class  power 
and  shifting  of  the  nations."  and 
regrets  that  this  country  has  be- 
come "the  home  of  reaction"  and 
has  taken  to  "the  storm  cellar," 
becoming  meanwhile  the  victim  of 
a  "blockade  of  thought."  Mr.  Hap- 
good defines  the  issues  of  Nation- 
alism, the  class  conflict,  and  tells 
why  he  finds  himself  just  now  "a 
man  without  a  party."  He  answers 
in  the  negative  the  question,  "Is 
Socialism  needed?"  and  finds  in  co- 
operation between  farmers  and 
other  labor  the  solution  of  the 
situation.  "Liberalism,"  which  he 
seems  to  find  embodied  in  Mr. 
Justice  Brandeis,  is  another  of  Mr. 
Hapgood's  requisites  for  the  future 
of  our  nation. 

Two  chapters  he  devotes  to  ex- 
plaining his  very  well  known  atti- 
tude in  favor  of  the  soviet  govern- 
ment in  Russia  and  another  to  ex- 
plaining why  President  Wilson 
reaped  no  harvest  from  the  seeds  of 
great  deeds  which  he  sowed.  Fi- 
nally he  answers  the  question, 
"What  is  our  faith?"  which  seems 
to  be  that  the  Sermon  on  the 
Mount  should  supplant  the  Ten 
Commandments  as  the  individual 
and  national  law  of  conduct. 


"The  Advancing  Hour"  is  bril- 
liant and  stimulating.  Conservative 
readers  may  think  that  it  would 
violate  the  Volstead  Act  of  letters, 
if  there  were  such  a  statute. 


James  Oliver  Curwood,  very 
popular  novelist  of  the  North,  issues 
through  his  publishers,  the  Cos- 
mopolitan Book  Company,  New 
York,  a  pretty  little  book,  "God's 
Country:  The  Trail  to  Happiness," 
which,  it  is  hoped,  will  share  in  the 
wide  circulation  of  his  stories;  for 
it  will  do  its  readers  good.  Mr. 
Curwood  has  found  for  himself  a 
religion  in  nature  which  he  preaches 
to  all  who  will  hear.  In  the  vivid 
style  of  which  he  has  wonderful 
command  he  tells  of  the  days  when 
lie  was  a  "killer"  and  of  how  a 
great  grizzly  bear  made  him  see  the 
error  of  his  ways  and  of  how  he- 
found  "the  road  of  faith."  Mr.  Cur- 
wood has  not  discovered  anything 
new.  The  worship  of  nature  was 
the  first  religion  and  it  never  has 
lacked  for  devotees.  But  this 
writer  preaches  it  with  an  eloquence 
that  entices  and  a  sincerity  that 
impresses.  His  answer  to  the  rid- 
dle of  the  ages  is  not,  to  us,  com- 
plete and  satisfying;  but  his  back 
to  nature  remedy  for  the  ills  of  the 
times  is  a  good  one  and  very  easy 
and  pleasant  to  take  whether  here 
among  our  New  Hampshire  hills 
or  in  the  mighty  Rockies  of  which 
Mr    Curwood  writes. 


The  series  of  books  issued  under 
the  auspices  of  the  Red  Cross  to 
inform  the  American  people  as  to 
what  their  dollars  did  over  seas 
when  spent  by  the  Red  Cross  or- 
ganization is  concluded  with  a 
volume,  "American  Red  Cross 
Work  Among  the  French  People," 
by   Fisher  Ames,  Jr.,  published   by 


BOOKS  OF  NEW  HAMPSHIRE  INTEREST  1/7 

Macmillan,  New  York.     It  tells  the  have    this   glorious   accomplishment 

story    of   civilian      relief      work      in  fulb  and  justly  recorded,  and  maybe 

Prance  alone  and,  gives  a  clear  idea.  the    books   will   serve     the     further 

of '  the   importance   and    the   niagni-  purpose     in     these       disappointing 

tude   of     this     endeavor.        Previous  days  of  "peace'*  of  recalling  to  mind 

titles   in   the   series   have  been   "The  the   times  of   "war"   when  men  and 

American    Red   Cross   in    the   War."  women  showed  the  pure  gold  rather 

"The  Red  Cross  in  Italy."  "With  the  than  the     polished     brass     of  their 

Doughboy  in     France"     and     "The  composition: 
E^assing  Lesions."       It  is     good   to 


RAIN  IN  APRIL 

By   Helen-  Adams  Parker. 

The  wind  sighs  through  the  casement, 
It  growls  behind  my  chair; 
The  dry   leaves  left  from  Autumn 
Go    flying    everywhere. 

The  bare  trees  look  so  sombre, 
Upreaching  to  the  sky, 
Their  leaden  branches   rocking 
Above   the   earth   so   high. 

The  birds  fly  under  cover, 
Or   circle — overhead, 
The    wind,    it    blows   so    fiercely 
They  seem  to  be  afraid. 

But  hush  !  it  all  is  over 
The    wild    wind's    fret    and    frown, 
A   wing  dove  oils   its  feathers, 
The    April    rain    comes   down. 


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The  Late  Frank  L.  Kendall 


COL.   FRANK  L.  KENDALL. 

Colonel  Frank  L.  Kendall  of  Rochester, 
one  of  the  leading  insurance  men  in  New 
England,  a  public-spirited  citizen  with  a 
wide  social  acquaintance,  bank  director 
and  president  of  the  Rochester  Chamber 
of  Commerce,  died  suddenly  on  Saturday, 
May  29.  1920.  while  on  a  'fishing  trip  at 
North  Wakefield.  The  news  came  as  a 
great  shock  not  only  to  his  home  city, 
but  to  the  great  number  of  his  friends 
throughout   the   state  and   country. 


Colonel  Kendall  was  born  in  St.  Johns- 
burv,  Vermont,  June  25,  1871,  the  only 
child  of  L.  L.  and  Maria  A.  (Poland) 
Kendall,  his  father  being  a  life  long  resi- 
dent of  Vermont  and  a  well  known  mer- 
chant  there. 

Frank  L.  Kendall  graduated  from  the 
St.  Johnsbury  Academy  just  before  he 
was  sixteen  years  of  age.  After  leaving 
school,  he  accepted  a  position  in  the  post 
office  at  St.  Johnsbury,  remaining  there 
about    a    year.     At    the   end    of    this    time 


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he  associated  himself  with  the  Vermont 
Centra!  and  Boston  and  Maine  Railroads 
as  telegraph  operator  at  Burlington  and 
St.  Johnsbury,  Vermont,  and  Concord  and 
Lakeport,    New    Hampshire. 

'I  hen  he  accepted  a  position  in  the  in- 
surance business  with  True  E.  Prescott  of 
the  Melcher  and  Prescott  Agency  at  Lake- 
port,  New  Hampshire,  where  he  remain- 
el    ten    years,    the    last    year    of    this    time 


iving    part 


tunc    to    work    a; 


adjuster  for  the  American  Central  In- 
euran.ee  Company  of  St.  Louis.  Mo.,  in 
connection    with    the    agency    at    Laconia. 

Leaving  there  in  189.?  to  accept  the 
management  of  the  A.  S.  Parshley  Agency 
at  Rochester,  New  Hampshire,  he  held 
that  position  about  two  years  and  then 
purchased  the  agency.  The  business  grew 
by  leaps  and  bounds  under  his  management 
until  it  became  one  of  the  largest  agencies 
in  New  Hampshire.  For  many  years  he 
was  associated  with  insurance  men  of 
high  standing  and  was  a  member  of  the 
New  Hampshire  State  Board  of  Under- 
writers, A  short  time  before  his  death 
he  with  other  Rochester  capitalists  bought 
the  Prudential  Fire  Insurance  Company, 
re-organized  it  and  moved  its  headquarters 
to    Rochester. 

Colonel  Kendall's  activities  were  by  no 
means  confined  to  insurance,  however. 
He  was  at  different  times  interested  in 
various  branches  of  retail  trade  ar.d  had 
large  real  estate  holdings.  He  was  for 
years  a  director  in  the  Rochester  Loan 
and  Banking  Co..  and  after  its  merger 
with  the  Rochester  National  bank,  con- 
tinued as  director  in  the  consolidated  in- 
stitution. For  many  years  he  had  been 
treasurer  of  the  Rochester  Fair  associa- 
tion, where  his  great  business  ability, 
system  and  accurate  accounting  methods 
were  of  the  greatest  advantage  to  the 
association.  He  was  one  of  the  lead- 
ing organizers  of  the  Rochester  Coun- 
try club,  had  been  its  president  and 
was  always  a  prominent  member.  He  had 
been  secretary  and  treasurer  of  the 
Rochester  Building  and  Loan  Association, 
one  of  the  oldest  and  most  prosperous 
organizations    of    this    sort    in   the    state. 

Ever    since   living   in    Rochester,   he  had 


affiliated  with  the  Congregational  church 
and  had  taken  a  great  interest  in  its  work. 
He  served  as  warden  for  a  number  of 
years  and  at  the  time  of  his  death  was 
moderator  of  the  society.  He  was  always 
ready  to  contribute  money  and  time  to 
further    the    interests    of    the    church. 

Colonel  Kendall  at  the  time  of  his 
death  was  president  of  the  Rochester 
Chan. her  of  Commerce,  to  which  he  had 
devoted    much    time    and    thought. 

During  the  war,  his  services  as  an  or- 
ganizer were  in  great  demand.  No  man 
was  more  efficient  in  this  sort  of  work 
than  he  and  he  organized  and  directed 
many  of  the  big  drives  in  his  community 
and  in  the  county.  His  card  indexes  con- 
nected with  these  drives  are  still  preserved 
and  will  prove  of  great  interest  and  value 
in    the    future    beyond    a    doubt. 

He  had  a  large  hand  in  starting  the 
Rochester  hospital  and  was  the  treasurer 
of  the  association  until  he  resigned  and 
was  elected  chairman  of  the  board  of 
trustees. 

Colonel  Kendall  secured  his  military 
title  by  service  on  the  staff  of  Governor 
•'achelder.  He  wa.s  a  thirty-sceond 
decree  Mason,  a  member  of  the  Rochester 
lodge,  chapter,  council.  commandery, 
and  Eastern  Star,  and  of  Aleppo  Temple 
of  the  Mystic  Shrine;  and  was  also  an 
Odd    Fellow. 

Colonel  Kendall  married  Miss  Sarah  E. 
Kennett,  sitter  of  the  late  Hon.  A.  Crosby 
Kennett  of  Conway.  She  survives  him, 
together  with  one  son,  Kennett  Russell. 
He  also  leaves  two  half  sisters,  Mrs. 
Clara  M.  Plummer  of  Lakeport,  and  Miss 
Elizabeth  Kendall  of  St.  Johnsbury.  Vt, 
and  a  half-brother,  Josiah  B.  Gage  of 
Olean.   N.  Y. 

His  home  paper,  the  Rochester  Courier, 
said  at  the  time  of  his  death:  "Few  men 
in  a  community  of  this  size  have  ever 
had  so  great  a  variety  of  activities  as 
Colonel  Kendall  was  engaged  in.  These 
continued  up  to  his  death  and  his  loss 
will  certainly  be  greatly  felt  here  and 
<d-e\  here.  He  was  public-spirited  in  the 
highest  degree  and  was  never  called  on 
in  vain  for  any  public  enterprise  of  merit." 


THE  ROAD  TO  JERICHO 

By  Alice  Af.  She  par  d 

All  down  the  road  to  Jericho 
Ajourneying  the  people  go, — 

The  priest,  the  Levite,  and  the  man. 
The  thieves,  and  the  Samaritan. 

Sometimes  the  Levite  and   the  priest, 
Oft   times  the.  "neighbor"  on  his  beast, 
Will  fare  along-  with   one   intent. 
To  frustrate   what  the  thieves  have  meant. 

They  bind  the  wounds,  they  pour  in  oil, 
They  spare  not  scrip,  they  stint  not  toil, 
To  heal   the  nations   if   they  may, 
And   help  them,  limping,  on  their  way. 

O   futile   pilgrims!   Why   so  blind- 
And  .slow   of  heart  in   being  kind? 
Why  leave  the  ambush,  and  the  den, 
Whence  robbers  come  to  prey  on  men? 

The  groaning  world  cries  out  in  need  : 
"Heal  those  that  suffer,  heal  and  feed, 
Yet  more,  prevent  my  future  woe, 
Make  safe  the  road  to  Tericho." 


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MAY.  1921. 


No.  5. 


THE  WORK  Or  THE  LEGISLATURE 


By  11.  II.  Metcalf. 


The  New  Hampshire  General 
Court  of  1921  assembled  on  Wed- 
nesday, January  5.  at  11  o'clock  in 
the  forenoon,  and  was  prorogued  a 
little  after  11  o'clock  in  the  evening, 
actual  time,  at  5  p.  m.,  legislative 
time,  on  Thursday,  April  14.  Of 
these  100  days,  72  witnessed  ses- 
sions of  the  two  bodies  and  busi- 
ness was  transacted  on  -14  of  them. 

There  originated  in  the  Senate  41 
hills  and  three  joint  resolutions  ;  in 
the  House,  417  bills  and  66  resolu- 
tions. Of  these  283  became  laws 
and  244  failed  of  passage.  The 
Governor  did  not  veto,  or  withhold 
his  approval  from  any  measure 
submitted  to  him. 

There  were  two  deaths  during 
the  session  among  the  members  of 
the  Legislature.  Hon.  Joe  W. 
Daniels  of  Manchester,  senator 
from  the  22nd  District,  died  sud- 
denly of  heart  disease  towards  the 
end  of  a  session  during  which  he 
had  endeared  himself  to  his  asso- 
ciates by  his  genial  kindness  and 
had  proved  himself  a  faithful  and 
efficient  public  servant.  Repre- 
sentative James  A.  Gallagher  of 
Ward  .Seven,  Na>hua,  was  fatally 
ill  at  the  opening  of  the  session  and 
never  took  the  oath  of  office.  Sick- 
ness also  prevented  Representative 
Wilbur  G.  Colcord  of  Ward  Three, 
Manchester,  from  taking  the 
seat  to  which  he  was  elected. 

According  to  the  figures  given  in 
the  Official  Manual  of  the  General 
Court,  the  Senate  was  made  up  of 
21  Republicans  and  three  Demo- 
crats: the   House     of  294     Repub- 


licans. 109  Democrats,  and  one  In- 
dependent, George  L.  Porter  of 
Langdon.  The  House  was  especial- 
ly distinguished  as  to  membership 
because  of  the  fact  that  for  the  first 
time  in  the  history  of  the  state 
women  occupied  seats  as  entitled 
representatives  of  two  towns,  Mrs. 
Mary  L.  (Rolfe)  Farnum  of  the 
town  of  Bo.scawen,  and  Miss  Jessie 
Doe  of  the  town  of  Rollinsford. 
They  were  notably  faithful  and 
quietly  efficient  in  the  discharge  of 
their  duties  and  were  highly  re- 
spected and  esteemed  by  their  asso- 
ciates. 

Another  unprecedented  feature  of 
this  session  of  the  legislature  was 
the  resignation,  at  its  close,  of  Hon. 
Leslie  P.  Snow  of  Rochester  as 
president  of  the  senate  in  order  to 
accept  an  appointment  as  justice  of 
the  supreme  court.  Senator  James 
A.  Tufts  of  Exeter  was  elected  by 
acclamation,  on  motion  of  Senator 
Charles  S.  Emerson,  to  succeed 
President  Snow,  thus  establishing 
beyond  question  the  succession  to 
the  governorship  in  case  of  the  ab- 
sence or  disability  of  the  present 
Chief  Executive. 

The  usual  presentation  of  gifts  to 
the  officers  and  attaches  of  the  two 
branches  occurred  on  the  final  day 
of  the  session  and  was  featured  by 
the  gift  of  a  purse  of  gold  to  Rep- 
resentative William  J.  A  hern  of 
Ward  Nine,  Concord,  the  member 
of  longest  legislative  service,  and 
whose  work  in  expediting  the  busi- 
ness of  the  session  was  universally 
recognized  as  of  the  greatest  value. 


184  TBF.  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


Tiie  New  Hampshire  Legislature  of  1921 
DID 

Reduce   the  state   tax. 

Protect  the  state  roads. 

Codify   the  school  laws. 

Authorize  credit   unions. 

Regulate  the  sale  of  seeds. 

Increase  motor  vehicle  fees. 

Enact  a   new   pharmacy   law. 

Authorize  the  closing  of  jails. 

Raise  the  bounty  on  -wild  cats. 

Relieve  women  from  jury  duty. 

Allow  the  killing  of  fewer  deer. 

Free  the  Dover-Eliot  toll  bridge. 

Authorize  a  state  publicity  board. 

Equalize  salaries  of  state  officials. 

Regulate  the  naming  of  highways. 

Legislate    against    daylight    saving. 

Require  a  woman  factory  inspector. 

Protect  maternity  and  infant  welfare. 

Name  the   Daniel   Webster  Highway. 

Remove   the   limit  from   interest  rates. 

Assist  the  Grand  Army  of  the  Republic. 

Make  June  30  the  end  of  the  fiscal  year. 

Provide   continuing   boards    of   selectmen. 

Establish    the   office   of   state   veterinarian. 

Regulate  the  sale  of  inflammable  polishes. 

Reduce  the  amount  of  state  aid  to  schools. 

License   chiropractors   and   lobster   fishermen. 

Make   large   anti-tuberculosis   appropriations. 

Make  six  inches  the  legal  size  of  brook   trout. 

Require   the  payment  of  fees  into  the   state  treasury. 

Make  provision   for  state  university   extension  courses. 

Give  the  American  Legion  quarters  in  the  state  house. 

Change    the    manner    of    distributing    the    session    laws. 

Provide  for  the  expenses  of  the  Constitutional  Convention. 

Raise  the  debt  limit  of  the  city  of  Manchester  and  furnish  the 
city   with  state-appointed   highway   and  finance   commissions. 

Provide  for  commissions  on  divorce  laws,  workmen's  compensa- 
tion, water  power  conservation,  300th  anniversary  of  the 
settling  of  New  Hampshire,  foreign  and  domestic  commerce, 
Connecticut  River  traffic. 


THE  LEGISLATURE  185 


The  New  Hampshire  Legislature  of  1921 
DID  NOT 

Regulate  billboards. 

Aid  agricultural  fairs. 

Allow  absentee  voting-. 

Extend   state  activities. 

Encourage  bee  keeping. 

Increase  appropriations. 

Censor  moving  pictures. 

Raise  the  pay  of  jurors. 

Repeal  the  divorce  laws. 

Liberalize  the  Sunday  law. 

'Tax  furniture  and  fixtures. 

Provide  public  warehouses. 

Allow  women  to  hold  office. 

Lav  out  new  state  highways. 

Establish  a  stale  police  force. 

Prohibit    stalls    in    restaurants. 

Repeal  the   direct  primary  law. 

Regulate  the  gear  of  automobiles. 

Tax  the  income  from  intangibles. 

Give  Manchester  a  normal  school. 

Punish  the  libel  of  religious  sects. 

Make  topographic  maps  of  the  state. 

Abolish  the  state  board  of  education. 

Establish  a  minimum  wage  commission. 

Establish  a  state  board  of  piano  tuning. 

Remove    the    protection    from    pheasants. 

Require  the  union  label  on  state  printing. 

License    plumbers    and    electrical    workers. 

Direct   a   re-valuation   of   taxable    property 

Provide  for  a   revision  of  the   public  statutes. 

Exempt  from   taxation  farm  mortgages  at  6  per  cent. 

Establish  a  4S  hour  work  week  for  women  and  children. 

Exempt  from  taxation  new  homes  and  farm  improvements. 

Require  that  the  deputy  secretary  of  state  should  be  a  woman. 

Abolish    the   offices    of    liquor    law    enforcement    and   state    liquor 

agent. 
Make  the  highway  and  fish  and  game   departments   triple-headed 

commissions. 
Require    the    inspection    and    licensing   of    hotels    and    restaurants 

and  makers  of  ice  cream  and  beverages. 


1S6 


THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


The  presentation  address  to  tins 
honored  veteran  was  made  by 
Representative  William  E.  Price  of 
Lisbon,  one  of  the   new     members, 

who    attracted      attention      by    his 


against  destructive     use ;     for     the 

improvement  of  the  school  law  and 
some  reduction  in  the  cost  of  its 
operation;  for  the  closing  of  certain 
jails;    for    the    equalization    of    sal 


evident   fitness      tor     the    work     of  aries  paid  by  the  state;  and  for  the 

legislation.  payment   of  foes   and   other   income 

In    his   address      proroguing      the  into   the    state   treasury. 

legislature.  Governor  Brown  said  to  "Extensive    provision     has     been 

its  members:  made     for     continuing     the      fight 


A 


/ 


/ 


\ 


Hox.  William  J.  Aherx, 
Parliamentary    Leader. 


"It  is  the  quality,  not  the  quan- 
tity, of  your  work,  that  will  com- 
mend it  to  your  constituents. 

"Among  the  acts  of  the  session 
of  major  importance  are  the  enact- 
ments providing  for  continuing 
boards  of  selectmen  ;  for  the  main- 
tenance of  highways  by  the  traffic 
they   bear   and    for   their   protection 


against  tuberculosis  in  men  and 
animals.  The  Sunday  law  has  been 
retained,  unimpaired,  upon  the 
.statute  book.  The  state's  greatest 
highway  has  been  named  for  her 
most  distinguished  son.  The  aid 
of  the  state  has  been  extended  to 
the  city  of  Manchester  to  supply  a 
need    where    local    government,    for 


THE  LEGISLATURE 


187 


the  time  being,  had  failed.  Various 
commissions  have  been  created  to 
serve  'without  pay  in  the  interest 
of  the  -state. 

"The  appropriations  provide  for 
necessa'ries,  only,  and  not  for  luxu- 
ries. They  are  reflected  in  a  de- 
ficiency tax'  of  $450,000  for  the  cur- 
rent fiscal  year;  a  state  tax  of 
$1,700,000  for  the  next  year;  and  of 
$1,500,000  for  the  year  following 
that. 

"This  result  should  mark  a  turn- 
ing point  in  taxation.  Your  work 
in  bringing  it  about  is  extremely 
gratifying  to  me,  and  in  return  I 
promise  you  the  money  appropriat- 
ed shall  be  expended  with  the  ut- 
most care  and  prudence,  and  that, 
so  far  as  it  can  be  prevented,  no 
deficiency  will  be  permitted  to  ac- 
crue. 

"I  desire  to  thank  you  in  behalf 
of  the  people  of  New  Hampshire, 
whose  servants  you  are  and  to 
whom  you  are  about  to  return,  for 
the  general  excellence  of  your 
record  in  legislation,  and  for  the 
earnest  and  orderly  manner  in 
which,  under  a  capable  and  efficient 
presiding  officer,  you  have  proceed- 
ed with  your  work.  I  also  thank 
you  for  your  splendid  co-operation 
with  me  and  for  your  kindness  and 
courtesy  to  all  with  whom  the  pub- 
lic business  has  brought  }ou  into 
contact." 

For  various  reasons  this  General 
Court  was  rather  slow  in  getting 
into  its  stride  and  an  unusually 
large  number  of  measures  were  left 
for  final  disposition  until  the  last 
fortnight  of  the  session.  This  was 
due  in  part  to  the  extended  con- 
sideration given  in  committees  to 
several  important  matters  upon 
which  continued  hearings  were  de- 
sired. 

Another  cause  was  the  compara- 
tive lull  in  the  proceedings  which 
followed  the  vote  appropriating 
money  to  pay  the  expenses  of  a 
special  session  of  the  constitutional 


convention.  Until  this  one-day 
session  had  been  held  and  the  re- 
sults of  its  work  judged  by  the 
people  on  town  meeting  day,  there 
was  more  or  less  uncertainty  as  to 
the  legislative  program  with  es- 
pecial reference  to  taxation  and  ap- 
propriations. The  decision  of  the 
people  at  that  time  not  to  open 
tip  new  .sources  of  revenue  added  to 
the  obligation  of  the  general  court 
to  keep  down  state  expenses,  and 
in  that  endeavor  special  inquiries 
were  made  into  the  finances  of  the 
state  departments  of  education, 
highways  and  fisheries  and  game, 
those  of  the  State  College  and  the 
whole  matter  of  state  salaries. 

The  work  of  the  committee  on 
appropriations  in  the  House  and 
that  of  the  committee  on  finance  in 
the  Senate,  led  by  their  respective 
chairmen,  Hon.  Harry  T.  Lord  of 
Manchester  and  Hon.  George  A. 
Fairbanks  of  Newport,  was  d'one 
with  remarkable  thoroughness  and 
fairness,  and  the  support  given  the 
committee  recommendations  by  the 
two  branch.es  was  evidence  of  the 
confidence  felt  in  the  success  of 
their  endeavors  for  economy  with- 
out parsimony. 

The  application  of  the  pruning 
knife,  however,  to  the  work  of  the 
state  board  of  education  and  an 
increased  degree  of  supervision  over 
its  finances  by  the  governor  and 
council  led  to  the  resignation  from 
the  board  of  its  chairman,  Gen. 
Frank  S.  Streeter,  and  three  of  his 
associates,  Thomas  W.  Fry  of 
Claremont,  Ralph  D.  Paine  of  Dur- 
ham and  John  C.  Hutchins  of 
Stratford. 

The  most  successful  attempt  to 
increase  the  revenues  of  the  state 
was  by  increasing  the  fees  charged 
for  the  registration  of  motor 
vehicles  and  changing  the  basis  of 
payment  from  horse  power  to  gross 
weight. 

The  presiding  officers  of  both 
branches       accompanied     Governor 


188 


THE  GRAXTTE  MONTHLY 


Brown,  his  council  and  staff  to  the 
inauguration  of  President  Harding, 
the  situation  thus  created  present- 
ing the  interesting  question  of  who 
was  governor  of  the  state  during  the 
absence  from  its  holders  of  all  three 
of  the  officers  mentioned  in  the 
statutory  succession. 

It  was  the  general  opinion  among 
those  who    have    attended     in    one 


branch,  was   to  have  a   roll  call  as 
soon   as   possible. 

The  most  words  were  employed 
in  considering  the  conditions  in  the 
city  of  Manchester,  but  other  topics 
of  spirited  debate  were  daylight 
saving,  chiropractors,  the  Sunday 
law,  the  interest  rate,  salaries,  the 
schools,  the  constitutional  conven- 
tion,  and    moving    picture      censor- 


capacity  or  another  many  legislative 
sessions  that  there  have  been  few  in 
the  recent  history  of  the  state  so 
slightly  featured  by  debate  as  that 
of  1921.  "Orations"  were  few  and 
far  between ;  partisanship  was  al- 
most entirely  absent  from  the  pro- 
ceedings; and  even  in  the  case  of 
those  subjects  upon  which  there  was 
a  decided  difference  of  opinion,  the 
desire,     especially      in      the      lower 


Hon.   Harry   T.   Lord, 
Chairman  of  Appropriations. 

ship.  The  number  and  excellence 
of  the  speeches  made  upon  these 
subjects  showed  that  the  legislators 
could  talk  if  they  wished  to,  but 
that  they  lacked  the  inclination  ex- 
cept   on    extraordinary    occasions. 

One  word  they  could  say,  liked 
to  say  and  did  say,  very  frequently, 
was  '"'no!"  and  by  this  characteristic 
perhaps  the  General  Court  of  1921 
will  live  longest  in  history. 


THE  LEGISLATURE 


189 


PERSONAL  SKETCHES 

Speaker  Jones. 

Seventy-five  different  men  have 
presided  over  the  deliberations  of 
the     New     Hampshire     House     of 

Representative  since  the  organiza- 
tion of  the  State  government  under 
the  Constitution  of  1784,  which, 
with  various  amendments,  still 
remains  in  force.  Of  these  seventy- 
five  men,  fifteen  were  called  to 
service  in  the  National  House  of 
Representatives;  twelve  represented 
New  Hampshire  in  the  U.  S.  Sen- 
ate, and  one  was  chosen  to  the 
presidency  of  the  Republic.  Most 
of  these  were  men  of  ability  and 
high  character,  and  none  of  them 
ever  disgraced  the  position  to  which 
he  was  called  by  his  associates; 
but  it  is  no  reflection  upon  any  to 
say  that  some,  more  readily  and 
efficiently  than  others,  performed 
the  often  trying,  and  sometimes 
delicate  duties  of  the  office.  It 
may  safely  be  said,  however,  that 
no  man  who  has  filled  the  Speaker's 
chair  during  the  last  fifty  years, 
which  is  as  far  back  as  runs  the 
memory  of  men  familiar  with  the 
work  of  legislation  in  the  state,  has 
surpassed  the  present  speaker4,  in 
his  perfect  grasp  of  every  situation, 
the  promptness  and  accuracy  of  his 
rulings,  the  readiness  and^  rapidity 
with  which  he  has  despatched  the 
business  of  the  House,  the  general 
courtesy  of  his  bearing,  and  the 
absolute  impartiality  which  has 
characterized  his  action  whenever 
question  or  controversy  has  arisen. 
Fred  Axdros  Jones  was  born 
in  Stoneham,  Mass.,  April  9,  188-1-, 
son  of  Andros  B.,  and  Lizzie  J. 
(Young)  Jones.  His  father,  a 
veteran  of  the  Civil  War.  who  has 
since  been  prominent  in  public 
affairs  in  city  and  state,  removed  to 
Nashua,  N.  H.,  when  Fred  A.  was 
a  child,  and  in  the  public  schools 
of     that     city,     Dartmouth    College 


(class  of  1906)  and  at  the  Harvard 
Law  School,  he  received  his  educa- 
tion. 

Admitted  to  the  bar  in  June, 
1909,  he  began  the  practice  of  law 
in  Lebanon  in  August  following. 

He  attends  the  Congregational 
church,  and  there  has  never  been 
any  question  as  to  the  reliability 
of  his  Republicanism  in  politics. 
He  was  a  Representative  from 
Lebanon  in  1913,  serving  on  the 
Committees  on  Revision  of  the 
Statutes,  Railroads,  and  Labor.  He 
has  been  moderator  of  the  Lebanon 
town  meeting  since  1914.  and  judge 
of  the  municipal  court  since  1915, 
and  was  a  delegate  in  the  recent 
Constitutional  Convention.  He 
has  been  active  in  party  affairs, 
and  a  member  of  the  executive 
committee  of  the  Republican  State 
Committee  for  the  last  seven  years. 
He  is  a  32nd  degree  Mason,  Knight 
Templar  and  Shriner,  is  affiliated 
with  the  Elks,  Knights  of  Pythias, 
Patrons  of  Husbandry  and  Sons  of 
Veterans,  and  a  member  of  the 
Langdon  and  Sunset  Clubs  of  Leb- 
anon and  the  Chi  Phi  Fraternity. 

On  September  3,  1907,  he  mar- 
ried Mary  Elizabeth  Bennett. 
They  have  four  children,  Eleanor, 
Lucille,  Robert  and  Donald. 

The  chairman  of  a  prominent 
House  Committee,  familiar  with  the 
work  of  the  session,  gives  the  fol- 
lowing estimate  of  the  services  of 
Mr.   Jones    as    Speaker. 

"One  must  go  back  to  a  period  beyond 
the  experience  of  any  member  at  present 
in  the  House  to  find  a  speaker  whose 
effectiveness  in  office  will  compare  with 
that  of  Speaker  Jones.  We  expect  certain 
personal  powers  in  any  man  chosen  to 
govern  the  unwieldy  New  Hampshire 
House  of  Representatives.  We  also  ex- 
pect that  against  recognized  virtues  will 
be  matched  equally  obvious  defects.  The 
surprising  fact  is  that  when  we  come  to 
weigh  the  pros  and  cons  in  the  case  of  the 
speaker    of    1921    all    the    entries   must   be 


190 


'HE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


made  in  the  column  of  virtues.  How- 
stand;,    the    account! 

'"To  begin  with,  there  is  the  question  of 
voice..  The  Speaker's  voice  is  clear. 
resonant,  penetrating,  yet  agreeable;  it 
reaches  to  the  farthest  limits  of  the 
gallery.  His  utterance  is  always  distinct. 
with  every  syllable,  intelligible,  even  when 
the  pace  is  hurried.  Through  all  the 
rapid-fire  repetition  of  form  and  phrase, 
(first  leading,  second  reading,  third  read- 
ing, reference,  amendment,  he  never  loses 
•his  bearings  or  becomes  entangled.  He 
presides  with  dignity  and  composure,  sure 
in  his  ruling--,  unruffled  by  untoward  in- 
cident, however  sudden  the  jolt  or  con- 
fusing the  unexpected  problem.  Disci- 
pline, in  which  many  speakers  fail,  comes 
easily  to  him.  The  blow  of  his  gavel 
registers  not  a  piteous  appeal  for  consid- 
eration but  a  peremptory  order,  and  that 
order  is  obeyed.  He  is  fair,  granting  to 
every  man  and  every  measure  full  justice 
and  an  equal  chance.  His  statements  are 
ever  terse  and  explicit.  He  is  not  gar- 
rulous  and   he    does   not    lecture. 

"Thfse  be  virtues,  indeed,  and  a  long 
list !  One  more,  however,  must  be  added, 
and  that  too,  from  the  point  of  view  of 
service  to  the  state,  of  the  first  impor- 
tance. Throughout  the  session  Mr.  Jones' 
aim  seems  to  have  teen  to  see  that 
the  business  of  the  House  is  done,  rather 
than  to  contrive  that  it  be  done  in  his 
way.  He  plays  no  favorites.  He  does 
not  use  the  power  of  his  office  to  in- 
fluence legislation.  To  be  just  and  fair, 
to  keen  the  house  in  order  and  hold  it 
steadily  to  its  work,  to  make  the  questions 
as  they  arise  clear  to  every  mind,  to  be 
the  leader  and  director  not  of  his  party 
but  of  the  whole  house — these  are  ideals 
easily  stated  but  difficult  of  attainment. 
Mr.  Jones  has  made  them  a  matter  of 
daily    practice." 


h  William  E.  Price. 

William  E.  Price  of  Lisbon  is  a 
newcomer  in  legislative  work  who 
has  made  a  record  for  efficiency  in 
the  present  House,   which   is  likely 


to  insure  his  retttrn  at  the  next 
election,  lie  is  a  native  of  Wood- 
stock 111.,  born  May  9,  1S73;  grad- 
uated from  Brown  University, 
Providence,  R.  I.,  A.  B.,  in  1896 
and  A.  M.,  in  1897,  and  is  a  member 
Beta  Theta  Pi  Fraternity.  Iti  1899, 
in  company  with  his  brother-in- 
law.  B.  S.  Webb,  he  removed  to 
Lisbon.   X.  H.,  and   established   the 


William    E.    Price 

present  N.  E.  Electrical  Works, 
manufacturing-  electric  wires  and 
cables,  with  salesrooms  in  New- 
York  City. 

Mr.  Price  is  a  Congregationalist 
and  a  Republican,  and  has  been  ac- 
tive in  the  affairs  of  the  Republican 
party,  holding,  for  the  last  fifteen 
years,  the  position  of  president,  or 
chairman  of  the  executive  commit- 
tee of  the  Lisbon  Republican  Club, 
being  now  its  president.  He  has 
served  the  town  six  years  as  moder- 
ator, is  at  present  a  member  of  the 
school  board  and  president  of  the 
supervisory  district.  He  was  a 
delegate  in  the  recent  Constitutional 
Convention,  was  fuel  administrator 


THE  LEGISLATURE 


191 


during  the  late  war,  member  of  the 
State  executive  staff  for  United 
War  Work,  one  oi  the  "Four  Min- 
ute" men  and  local  manager  of 
various  war  relief  drives.  He  is  a 
32nd  degree  Mason  and  Shriner. 
He  lias  been  active  in  public  affairs 
as  a  citizen  since  locating-  in  Lisbon 
and  a  leader  in  all  movements  for 
promoting  the  welfare  of  the  com- 
munity. Me  is  actively  interested 
in  athletics  and  amateur  theatricals. 
Mr.  Price  is  a  member  of  the 
Judiciary  Committee  in  the  present 
House  and  is  ranking  member  of 
the  Ways  and  Means.  He  was  the 
sponsor  of  the  Chiropractors  bill 
and  made  the  leading'  argument  in 
its  support.  As  a  speaker  he  is 
forceful  and  effective.  He  married, 
in  1899.  Rebekah  Webb  of  Provi- 
dence. I\.  I.  They  have  two  chil- 
dren, a  son  entering  Dartmouth 
College  this  year,  and  a  daughter 
now   in  the   Lisbon   High   School. 


Elmer   E.  Woodbury 

Elmer  Ellsworth  Woodbury, 
Representative  from  Woodstock, 
has  ser\  ed  his  town  and  the  state 
in  various  capacities,  having  been 
many  years  a  selectman,  town  clerk 
and  member  of  the  school  board,  a 
delegate  in  the  Constitutional 
Convention  of  1902,  and  again  a 
delegate  in  the  last  convention ;  a 
member  of  the  House  and  Chair- 
man of  the  Eh  etions  Committee  in 
1909,  and  a  member  of  the  State 
Senate  in  1915  when  he  served  as 
chairman  of  the  Eorestry  Commit- 
tee and  a  member  of  the  Commit- 
tees on  Agriculture,  Elections  and 
Finance.  In  the  House,  this  year, 
Mr.  Woodbury  is  chairman  of  the 
Committee  on  Mileage  and  has 
second  place  on  the  Forestry  Com- 
mittee. He  has  given  close  atten- 
tion to  his  committee  work  and  has 
evinced  a  strong  interest  in  all 
legislative    matters    of    public    'im- 


portance. He  was  the  originator 
of  the  plan  adopted  by  the  Legisla- 
ture to  procure  a  portrait  of  Abra- 
ham Lincoln  to  be  hung  in  the  hall 
of  the  House,  and  is  chairman  of 
the  Committee  to  carry  out  the 
work. 

Mr.  Woodbury  is  a  native  and 
life  long  resident  of  Woodstock, 
son  of  David  and  Mahitable 
(Russell)  Woodbury,  and  educated 
in  the  public  schools  of  Woodstock 
and  F'ranconia.  He  is  a  Republican 
in  politics  and  liberal  in  his  religous 
views.  He  is  a  Knight  of  Pythias 
and  a  Patron  of  Husbandry,  in 
which  latter  order  he  has  been 
Master  of  his  subordinate  and 
Pomona  granges,  and  a  District 
Deputy  of  the  State  Grange.  By 
occupation  he  is  a  farmer  and 
builder,  and  is  a  district  chief  of 
the  X.  H.  Forestry  Department. 
He  is  a  writer  of  note,  under  the 
pen  name  of  "Justus  Conrad,"  and 
was  a  leader  in  the  movement  for 
the  development  of  the  Lost  River 
region.  He  married,  September  4, 
1885,  Florence  E.  Chase  of  Concord. 
They  have  one  sen  and  a  daughter. 


William  A.  Lee. 

William  Andrew  Lee,  Repre- 
sentative from  Ward  8,  Concord, 
may  be  accounted  one  of  the  "old 
timers"  in  the  House,  as  he  is  now 
serving  his  fifth  consecutive  term, 
having  been  a  member  in  1913, 
1915,  1917  and  1919,  and  returned 
with  practical  unanimity  at  the  last 
election.  In  his  first  term  he  was 
a  member  of  the  Committee  on 
State  Hospital;  in  1915  he  was  as- 
signed to  the  same  committee  and 
that  on  Ways  and  Means,  in  1917 
the  same  as  in  1915,  and  in  1919  to 
Revision  of  the  Statutes  and  State 
Hospital.  In  the  present  legislature 
he  serves  on  Revision  of  the 
Statutes  and  School  for  Feeble 
Minded. 


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Mr.  Lee  is  a  veteran  in  the  public 
service,  outside  the  legislature^ 
having  served  in  the  Concord  City 
government  many  years  as  council- 
man, alderman  and  assessor.  He 
was  also  a  delegate  from  Ward  S. 
in  the  last  Constitutional  Conven- 
tion, and  took  an  active  part  in  the 
proceeding's  of  that  body,  as  he. 
always  has  in  the  work  of  the 
legislature,  both  in  Committee  and 
on    the   floor. 


crat.  he  has  continued  actively  in 
the  faith,  and  is  at  the  present  time 
a  member  of  the  Democratic  State 
Committee.  In  religion  he  is  a 
Roman  Catholic.  He  is  interested 
in  all  matters  of  public  concern, 
and  is  a  member  of  the  Concord 
Chamber  of  Commerce.  He  mar- 
ried. October  10,  1SS3,  Johanna 
Kelley  of  Xorthfield.  Vt.  They 
have  one  son,  John  J.  Lee,  born 
November     4,      1893,     late     deputy 


William  A.   Lee 


He  was  born  in  Concord,  April 
10,  1861,  the  son  of  John  J.  and 
Kate  (Coughlin)  Lee;  was  edu- 
cated in  the  public  schools  and 
learned  the  plumber's  trade  in 
early  life,  which  business  he  has 
since  followed,  having  been  for 
many  years  past  extensively  en- 
gaged as  a  plumbing  and  heating 
contractor.  Born  and  bred  a  Demo- 


collector  of  U.  S.  Internal  Revenue, 
and    now   in   business   in   Concord. 


Dr.  Henry  H.  Amsdex. 

Among  the  new  members  of  the 
House  from  Concord  in  the 
Legislature  this  year,  taking  promi- 
nent position,  is  Dr.  Henry  H. 
Anisden  of  Ward  4,  who  holds  the 


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responsible  position  of  chairman  of 
the  State  Hospital  Committee  and 
is  also  a  member  of  the  Committee 
on  Public  Health,  in  the  important 
work  of  both  of  which  Committees 
he  lias   taken   an   active   part. 

Dr.  Amsden  is  the  son  or  Hon. 
Charles  H.  Amsden,  now  of  the 
Boston  Custom  House,  and  once 
prominent  in  Democratic  politics  in 
this  state,  having  been  the  party 
nominee  for  Governor  in  1888  and 
1890.  He  was  born  in  Ward  1, 
Concord,  July  15,  1S72,  and  was 
educated      in    the      Concord      High 


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School  and  the  Boston  University 
School  of  Medicine,  graduating 
from  the  latter  in  1896,  and  immedi- 
ately commencing  the  practice  of 
medicine  in  Attleboro,  Mass.,  where 
he  continued  until  1905,  since  when 
he  has  been  in  active  practice  in 
Concord,  with  the  exception  of 
about  a  year  with  the  American 
Expeditionary  Forces  in  France, 
where  he  served  in  the  Medical 
Corps,  with  the  rank  of  Captain. 
He  is  a   Republican   in   politics  and 


a- Congregational ist    in    religion;    a 
member  of   the   Masonic   fraternity, 

of  the  American  Medical  Associa- 
tion, X.  H.  Medical  Society, 
American  College  of  Surgeons, 
Medical  Veterans  of  the  World 
War,  and  the  Association  of  Mili- 
tary Surgeons  of  the  United  States. 
On  June  29.  1898,  Dr.  Amsden 
was  united  in  marriage  with  Grace 
F..  daughter  of  Charles  T.  Page  of 
Concord.  They  have  two  sons, 
John  Page,  born  May  20.  1899,  a 
graduate  of  Dartmouth,  Class  of 
1920,  and  now  an  instructor  in 
Chemistry  in  that  institution,  and 
Edward  ])..  born  January  16,  1908, 
now  a  student  in  the  Concord  High 
School. 


James   H.   Hunt. 

James  H.  Hunt,  Republican,  Rep- 
resentative from  Ward  One, 
Nashua,  returns  to  the  House  this 
year,  having  served  in  the  same 
two  years  ago  as  a  member  of  the 
Committee  on  Appropriations,  of 
which  he  is  also  a  member  this 
year,  as  well  as  Chairman  of  the 
Committee   on   Soldiers'   Home. 

Mr.  Hunt  is  a  native  of  the  town 
of  Stoddard,  son  of  Timothy  Hunt 
Jr.,  and  Tryphena  (Fisher)  Hunt, 
bom  November  25,  1841.  He  was 
educated  in  the  public  schools  of  his 
native  town,  and  resided  there 
until  1872,  except  for  an  absence  of 
three  years,  from  August  1862  to 
July  8.  1865,  as  a  member  of  the 
14th  X.  H.  Vols.,  in  the  Union 
Army  during  the  Civil  War,  and  a 
year  immediately  following  the  war, 
spent  in  California.  He  entered 
the  service  with  the  rank  of  corporal 
and  was  discharged  as  a  lieutenant. 

Returning  to  Stoddard  he  engag- 
ed in  the  stove  and  tinware  busi-- 
ness,  "  and  served  as  postmaster 
there  three  years.  Removing  to 
Nashua  in  1872,  he  continued  in  the 
stove   and   tinware     business     until 


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September  1,  1879.  when  he  was 
appointed  Assistant  City  Marshal 
oi  Nashua,  and  served  as  such  two 
years  and  four  months,  and  as  City 
Marshal  five  years.  He  engaged 
in    the    liverv    ana    boarding    stable 


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business  in  1887,  and  continued  in 
the  business  thirteen  years.  He 
has  served  as  Coroner,  Deputy 
Sheriff,  and  County  Commissioner 
for  Hillsborough  County,  for  sev- 
eral years,  retiring  from  the  latter 
office  in  1919.  At  present  is  engag- 
ed in  no  active  business,  but  is  a 
Notary  Public,  a  director  of  the 
Nashua  Trust  Company,  and  of  the 
Nashua  Building  and  Loan  As- 
sociation. 

Fraternally  he  is  a  member  of 
all  Masonic  bodies,  of  the  Loyal 
Legion,  and  the  Grand  Army  of 
the  Republic.  November  21,  1867, 
he  was  united  in  marriage  with 
Miss  Rosalthe  Upton  of  Stoddard. 
They  observed  their  golden  wed- 
ding in  1917. 


Walter  M.  Flint. 

The      Chairman      of    the      House 
Committee      on    Revision      of      the 

Statutes,  who  is  also  a  member  of 
the  Judiciary,  is  Walter  M.  Flint 
of  Plymouth,  one  of  the  few  lawyers 
chosen  to  the  legislature  this  year, 
who  also  comes  for  his  first  term, 
hut  has  made-  a  record  for  efficient 
service  and  is  likely  to  be  heard 
frum  in  the  future.  Mr.  Flint  was 
born  in  Boston,  June  15,  1877.  son 
of  Moses  L.  and  Mary  A.  (Rich- 
ards) Flint.  He  is  a  descendant  in 
the  ninth  generation  from  Thomas 
and  Ann  Flint  who  came  to  Ameri- 
ca from  Wales  about  16-10.  His 
great  grandfather  settled  in  Lyme, 
N.  II.,  in  1793.  and  the  old  home- 
stead, en  which  his  father  and 
grandfather  were  born,  is  now 
occupied  as  a   summer  home. 


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Mr.  Flint  was  educated  in  the 
Boston  schools,  studied  law  in  a 
Boston  office,  was  admitted  to  the 
Massachusetts     bar     in    1903,     and 


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practiced  in  Boston  till  1911,  in  the 
meantime  having  been  admitted  to 
the  bar  of  the  U;  S.  Circuit  Court. 
}  E  removed  to  Lyme  in  the  sum- 
mer of  1911,  and  was  admitted  to 
the  N.  H.  Bar  in  December  of  that 
year.  He  remained  in  Lyme  until 
January.  191?,  when  he  removed 
"to  Plymouth,  where  he  has  since 
been  located  in  practice.  While  in 
Lyme  he  served  one  year  as  a 
selectman  and  also  as  a  member  of 
the  school  board.  In  Plymouth  he 
.served  as  justice  of  the  Municipal 
Court  from  1915  to  1918;  has  been 
a  member  of  the  school  board  from 
1916  to  date,  and  is  moderator  of 
the  village  precinct.  He  is  a 
Baptist  in  religion,  a  Republican  in 
politics,  and  a  Mason  of  lodge, 
chapter,  council  and  Eastern  Star 
connection. 

October  5,  1904,  Mr.  Flint  was 
married  to  Elizabeth  Hilton  Mars- 
ton  of  Boston,  a  native  of  Sand- 
wich, N.  H.  They  have  two  chil- 
dren, Dorothy  Grace,  born  Febru- 
ary 3,  1906,  and  Elizabeth  Jose- 
phine,  born   December  30,    1912. 


Harry  M.  Morse. 

Littleton  sent  two  Republicans 
to  the  present  legislature,  along 
with  one  Democrat,  this  being  the 
first  time  since  1909  that  any  Re  - 
publican  has  been  elected  a  repre- 
sentative in  that  town.  One  of 
these,  Harry  M.  Morse,  who  has 
been  for  many  years  in  the  practice 
of  law  there,  was  named  by  Speaker 
Jones  as  chairman  of  the  important 
Committeee  on  Judiciary,  before 
which  the  bulk  of  the  important 
business  of  the  session  always 
comes. 

Mr.  Morse  was  born  in  the  town 
of  Haverhill,  March  22,  1858,  son 
of  John  F.  and  Susan  W.  (Johnson) 
Morse.  He  was  educated  in  the 
public  schools  of  Lisbon,  where  he- 
had    removed    with    his    parents    in 


early  life,  and  at  the  New  Hampton 
Literary  Institution.  Lie  studied 
law  in  the  office  of  John  L.  Foster 
and  Hon.  Edward  D.  Rand  of 
Lisbon,  was  admitted  to  the  Graf- 
ton County  bar  in  August,  1SS0, 
and  commenced  practice  as  a  part- 
ner with  Judge  Rand,  continuing 
till  the  death  of  the  latter  in  1SS6, 
after  which  he  was  alone  in  prac- 
tice. On  December  31,  1889,  he  was 
united  in  marriage  with  Miss  Helen 
E.  Oakes  of  Littleton.  Following 
his  marriage  he  spent  three  years 
in   California,  where  he  was  admit- 


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ted  to  practice.  Returning  to  New 
Hampshire  he  soon  after  removed 
to  Littleton,  where  he  has  since 
resided,  engaged  in  the  practice  of 
his  profession,  and  taking  a  promi- 
nent part  in  public  affairs.  While 
in  Lisbon  he  served  as  superin- 
tendent of  schools,  and  in  Littleton 
he  has  been  a  trustee  of  the  public 
library,  and  justice  of  the  municipal 
court.  He  was  also  a  delegate 
from  that  town  in  the  recent  Con- 
stitutional   Convention.    In    religion 


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he  is  classed  as  a   Liberal,  while  ink 
politics    lie    has      always      been      aw 
Republican      and      active      in   party" 
affairs.     By    virtue    of    his    position 
as  Chairman  of  the  Judiciary  Com- 
mittee,   and    nominal    leader    of    his 
party    in    the    present    House    he    is 
also    a    member    of    the    Committee 
on   Rules. 


Don  S.  Bridgman. 

Among  the  new  members  of  the 
House  this  year,  but  by  no  means 
new  to  public  affairs,  is  Don  Seavey 


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D.   S.   Bbidgman 

Bridgman  of  Hanover,  who  was 
born  in  that  town  April  4,  1856,  son 
of  John  I.,  and  Hortensia  A. 
(Wood)  Bridgman.  He  was  edu- 
cated in  the  public  Schools  and  at 
Norwich,  Yt.,  Academy,  and  was 
engaged  for  many  years  in  farming 
in  Hanover,  with  dairying  as  a 
specialty.  He  kept  over  seventy 
cows,  and  operated  a  creamery, 
producing  butter  for  the  Boston 
Market,  with  poultry  and  swine  as 
prominent   side   lines.       Of   late   he 


jShas    devoted    his    time    to    the    care 
r|of    his    extensive    real    estate    inter- 
ests   in    Hanover    Village. 

Mr.  Bridgman  is  a  Baptist  in 
religious  affiliation  and  a  Republi- 
can in  politics.  He  has  served 
nine  years  as  a  member  of  the 
school  board,  and  twenty-one  years 
as  a  selectman,  and  has  just  been 
re-elected  for  three  years  as  chair- 
man of  the  board,  which  position 
he  has  held  for  several  years  past. 
He  has  also  been  superintendent  of 
the  Hanover  Water  Works  since 
1916.  He  is  a  32nd  degree  Mason, 
an  Odd  Fellow,  and  a  Patron  of 
Husbandry,  in  which  latter  order 
he  has  been  prominent,  serving  two 
terms  as  General  Deputv  of  the 
State  Grange,  from  1906'  to  1910. 
In  the  House  this  year  he  has  been 
an  active  member  of  the  important 
Committee    on    Appropriations. 

On  October  30,  1882,  he  was 
united  in  marriage  with  Jennie 
May  Burton. 


-  Stanley   II .  Abbot. 

Stanley  H.  Abbot,  who  was  a 
representative  from  Wilton  in  1917, 
serving  upon  the  Committee  on 
Agriculture,  comes  back  to  the 
House  from  that  town  this  year, 
where  he  is  assigned  to  the 
Forestry  and  Agricultural  College 
Committees.  He  was  born  in  Wil- 
ton, October  20,  1863,  son  of  Harris 
and  Caroline  Ann  (Greeley)  Abbot, 
and  was  educated  in  the  public 
schools  and  at  Gushing  Academy, 
Ashburnham,  Mass.  He  is  a  farm- 
er and  land  surveyor  by  occupation 
and  resides  on  the  farm  where  his 
grandfather  and  great  uncle  de- 
veloped the  potato  starch  manufac- 
turing process  more  than  a  century 
ago.  He  is  strongly  interested  in 
forestry  as  well  as  in  music,  and 
has  been  a  member  and  director  of 
the  Congregational  church  choir 
for  a  third  of  a  century.     Politically. 


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he  is  a  Republican,  lie  has  served 
nine  years  on  the  town  school 
board,  and  was  a  member  of  the 
X.  II.  Vocational  Education  Com- 
mission, 1917-19.    He  is  a  Patron  of 


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Husbandry  and  an  active  member 
of  the  X.  E.  Milk  Producers  Union, 
of  which  he  was  president  from 
1904  to   1910. 

Mr.  Abbot  married.  November, 
15,  1894,  Mary  Kimball  of  Lowell. 
Mass.  They  have  seven  children : 
Leonard  Harris,  bom  September 
19.  1895,  educated  at  Clark  College 
and  Worcester  Polytechnic  Insti- 
tute, and  connected  with  the  Smith- 
sonian Institution,  Washing-ton,  D. 
C. ;  Marion  Kimball,  born  March  5, 
1898,  graduate  of  Keenc  Xormal 
School;  Howard  Stanley,  born 
January  7,  1900,  graduate  of  Xew 
Hampshire  College ;  Sidney  Gree- 
ley, born  August  19,  1903  ;"  Charles 
Mack,  born  March  15,  1905;  Helen, 
born  July  10,  1906. 


Henry  Kimball  of  Stratford,  born 
in  Columbia,  November  18,  1S53, 
son  of  Edward  W.  and  M.  Jannette 
(Luey)  Kimball.  He  was  educated 
in  the  Stratford  public  schools, 
engaged  in  agriculture  in  early  life 
but  has  since  been  extensively  en- 
gaged   in    lumbering    operations. 

Mr.  Kimball  is  a  Methodist  in 
religion,  and  in  politics  an  active 
and  life  long  Democrat.  He  has 
served  .several  years  as  a  member 
of  the  school  board,  for  twenty-four 
years  as  a  selectman,  and  has 
represented  his  town  in  the  legis- 
lature at  three  sessions  previous  to 
the  present.  In  1901  he  was  a 
member  of  the  State  Hospital 
Committee ;  in  1909  on  the  Ways 
and  Means  Committee,  and  in  1917 
on  the  Committees  on  Banks  and 
Education.  This  year  he  is  assign- 
ed  to   Education  and  Retrenchment 


William  H.  Kimball. 

Among   the   veteran    members   of 
the    House   this     year   is     William 


Gf.x.    William    H.    Kimball 

and  Reform.  He  was  the  Demo- 
cratic nominee  for  Senator  in 
District  Xo.  1,  in  1910,  and  for 
Councilor  in  the  Fifth  District  in 
1918,     and     has     been     a     member 


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of  the  Democratic  State  Com- 
mittee since  1910.  He  was  com- 
missary general  of  the  State  under 
Governor  Samuel  D.  Felker,  1913— 
15.  He  is  a  member  of  the  Knights 
of  Pythias  and  a  director  of  "the 
Coos  Count}-  National  Bank  of 
Groveton. 

December  31,  1885,  he  married 
Emma  J.  Bass  of  Stratford.  A  son, 
George  Maiden,  born  March  27, 
1891  (Shaw's  Business  College, 
Portland,  Me..  1908)  is  now  in  the 
automobile  business  in  Stratford, 
and  a  daughter.  Lina 
born  September  1,  1897, 
student  of  the  Concord 
College. 


Jannette, 
is  now  a 
Business 


Stephen  A.  Frost. 

Stephen  A.  Frost,  representative 
from  Fremont,  has  been  a  "live 
wire"  in  the  business  and  political 
life  of  Rockingham  County  for 
many  years  past.  He  is  a  native  of 
Halifax,  N.  S.,  born  January  15, 
1862,  but  removed  to  Massachusetts 
in  ch  ildhood,  where  he  attended 
the  public  schools  of  South'- Natick 
and  Shirley  Village.  He  was  em- 
ployed in  youth  in  a  leather  board 
factor)-  at  Shirley  and  later  entered 
the  establishment  of  Jonas  Spauld- 
ing  at  Townsend  Harbor,  where 
he  remained  until  his  removal  to 
Fremont  where  Mr.  Spaulding  had 
established  a  large  cooperage 
plant  in  which  he  was  engaged,  and 
where  he  has  continued  except  for 
about  six  years  at  Gloucester, 
Mass.,  where  he  was  in  charge  of 
a  similar  establishment.  In  1893 
the  Fremont  plant  was  reorganized 
and  incorporated  as  the  Spaulding 
and  Frost  Co.,  with  Mr.  Frost-as 
clerk,  treasurer  and  manager,  in 
which   capacity  he   continues. 

Mr.  Frost  has  been  active  in 
politics  as  a  Republican ;  is  a 
prominent  member  of  the  Rocking- 
ham County  Republican  Club,  was 
a    delegate    from    Fremont      in    the 


recent  Constitutional  Convention, 
serving  on  the  Committee  on 
Executive  Department,  and  has 
served  as  town  auditor,  library 
trustee,  trustee  of  town  trust  funds 
and  member  of  the  .school  board, 
lie  is  a  Universalist  in  religion,  an 
Odd  Fellow,  Patron  of  Husbandry 
and    32nd    degree    Mason.       He    is 


Stephen   A.   Frost 

assigned  in  the  present  House  to 
the  Committees  on  the  Judiciary 
and  Manufactures  —  an  unusual 
distinction  for  a  new  member,  but 
entirely    merited. 

Mr.  Frost  married  June  13,  1885, 
Catherine  G.  Fertig  of  Cleveland,' 
Ohio.  They  have  had  four 
daughters,  two  of  whom,  Lillian 
E.  and   Lizzie  J.,  survive. 


William  N.  Rogers. 

The  readiest  and  most  forceful 
speaker  in  the  House,  this  year,  is 
William  X.  Rogers,  representative 
from  Wakefield,  the  ranking 
Democrat   on    the    Judiciary    Com- 


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mittee,  and  his  party'?,  montmee 
for  Speaker.  Mr.  Rogers  is  a 
native  of  Wakefield,  born  January 
10,  1892,  son  of  Herbert  E.  and 
Lilian  A.  (Sanborn)  Rogers,  and  a 
grandson  of  the  late  Hon.  John  W. 
Sanborn,  noted  in  public  life  and 
railway  affairs.  He  was  educated 
in  the  Wakefield  schools,  at 
Brewster  Free  Academy,  Wolfe- 
boro,  Dartmouth  College  and  the 
Maine  University  Law  School, 
graduating    in    1916,    in    which    year 


Association.  He  is  serving  his 
third  successive  term  as  represen- 
tative from  Wakefield  and  as  a 
member  of  the  Judiciary  Commit- 
tee, and  is  also  a  member  of  the 
Committee  on  Rules.  In  1918  he 
was  the  Democratic  candidate  for 
Representative  in  Congress,  but 
declined  to  run  in  1920.  No  mem- 
ber of  the  Honse  has  ever  attended 
more  faithfully  to  his  duty,  taken 
a  stronger  interest  in  all  measures 
of  public  concern,  or  been  heard 
more  effectively  in  support  of  such 
as  he  deemed  conducive  to  the 
public  welfare,  than  lias  Mr. 
Rogers. 

On  August  31,  1912,  he  was 
united  in  marriage  with  Winnie  E. 
Stevens  of  Farmington.  They 
have  two  daughters,  Pauline  E. 
and  Una  C,  eight  and  six  years  of 
age,   respectively. 


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YV.  X.  Rogers 


he  was  admitted  to  the  bar  and 
commenced  practice  in  Sanborn- 
ville.  The  next  year  he  came  to 
Concord  and  formed  a  connection 
with  the  prominent  law  firm  of 
Streeter,  Deinund,  Woodworth  and 
Sulloway,  with  which  he  has 
remained,  though  retaining  his 
legal    residence    in    Wakefield. 

Mr.  Rogers  is  an  Episcopalian, 
a  Knight  Templar,  Mason,  Knight 
of  Pythias,  a  member  of  the  Phi 
Kappa  Psi  at  Dartmouth,  Phi 
Alpha  Delta  of  the  University  of 
Maine,     and      of   the     N.   H.     Bar 


Sumxer  N.  Ball. 

The  leading  member  of  the 
House  from  Sullivan  County,  as 
shown  by  his  election  as  chairman 
of  the  County  delegation,  is 
Sumner  N.  Ball,  representative 
from  Washington,  who  was  born  in 
that  town  June  3,  1854,  son  of 
Dexter  and  Hannah  (Jefts)  Ball. 
He  was  educated  in  the  public 
schools  and  at  Tubbs  Union 
Academy,  and  for'  some  years  in 
early  life  was  engaged  in  the 
publication  of  the  Antrim  Reporter, 
of  which  paper  he  was  the  founder. 
Since  returning  to  his  native  town, 
where  he  has  been  extensively 
engaged  in  agriculture  and  hotel 
keeping,  he  has  been  active  in 
public  affairs  as  a  Republican  and 
a    wide    awake    citizen.  He    has 

been  moderator,  member  of  the 
school  board  many  years,  for  22 
years  member  of  the  board  of 
selectmen,  and  re-elected ;  was  a 
member  of  the  House  in  1903, 
serving      on      the      Committee      on 


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Agriculture,  and  of  the  recent 
Constitutional  Convention.  He 
also  served  for  six  years  as  a  mem- 
ber of  the   hoard   e>f   County    Coin- 


Sumner    N.    Ball 

mis.sioners  for  Sullivan  County. 
Mr.  Ball  is  a  Baptist  in  religion  and 
a  prominent  member  of  the  order 
of  Patrons  of  Husbandry,  having 
served  many  years  as  Master  of 
Lovell  Grange  of  Washington, 
and  as  Master  of  Sullivan  County 
Pomona  Grange.  In  the  present 
House  he  serves  as  a  member  of 
the  Committee  on  Public  Im- 
provements. He  has  been  men- 
tioned as  a  possible  candidate  for 
State  Senator  from  the  Eighth  Dis- 
trict in   1922. 

Mr.  Ball  was  united  in  marriage 
November  26,  1884,  with  Miss 
Carrie  B.  Brooks.  They  have  three 
children;  John  S..  born  August  30, 
1886;  Nina  M.,  born  February 
27,  1889,  and  Phillip  B.,'  October 
11,  1900. 


Ervin  \V.  Hodsdon,  M.  D. 

Dr.  Ervin  Wilbur  Hodsdon, 
Representative  from  Ossipee,  now 
serving  his  fourth  successive  term 
in  that  capacity.,  is  a  native  of  that 
town,  born  April  8,  1863,  son  of 
the  late  Edward  P.  and  Emma  B. 
(Demeritt)  Hodson.  He  was 
educated  at  the  Dover  High 
School,  to  which  city  his  parents 
had  removed,  and  of  which  his 
father  was  at  one  time  Mayor,  at 
Phillips  Exeter  Academy  and 
Washington  University,  St.  Louis, 
Mo.,  from  which  he  graduated  in 
Medicine  in  1884.  He  was  an 
interne  in  the  St.  Louis  Hospital 
two  years,  and  was  in  practice  for 
a  time  in  Dover  and  Center  Sand- 
wich before  locating  in  Ossipee 
where    he    has   been      for    the      last 


Dr.  E.  W.  Hodsdon" 
quarter  of  a  century,  and  where  he 
has   gained    a    wide   practice. 

Dr.  Hodsdon  is  a  Methodist  in 
religion  and  a  Republican  in  poli- 
tics,  and     has   been     in     office     in 


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various  capacities  most  of  the  time 
since  he  has  lived  in  Ossipee, 
having-  served  continuously  on  the 
hoard  of  health,  at  times  as  town 
clerk  and  selectman,  and  for 
twelve  years  as  a  member  of  the 
school  board.  Me  has  also  served 
seventeen  years  as  postmaster  arid 
many  years  as  medical  referee  for 
Carroll  County,  and  as  physician 
for  the  Carroll  County  Farm.  In 
each  of  the  last  three  legislatures  he 


a  member  of  the  N.  H.  Medical 
and  the  American  Medical  As- 
sociations, lie  married.  February 
25.   1917.   Mary   L.   Price. 


Bartholomew   F."  McHugii. 

Bartholomew  F.  McIIugh  of 
Gorham  has  come  to  be  one  of  the 
best  known  and  most  familiar 
figures      in    the      New      Hampshire 


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B.  E.  McHuch 


was  chairman  of  the  Committee  on 
State  Hospital.  This  year  he  is 
chairman  of  the  Public  Health 
Committee  and  a  member  of  the 
Committees  on  State  Hospital  and 
Railroads. 

In  fraternal  life  Dr.  Hodsdon  is 
a  member  of  the  Improved  Order 
of  Red  Men  (P.  S.  S.),'  is  a  past 
Master  in  the  Masons,  Grange  and 
A.  O.  U.  W.  and  a  past  chancellor 
of  the   Knights  of  Pythias.     He  is 


House  of  Representatives,  to  which 
he  comes  this  year  for  the  third 
successive  session.  Born  in  that 
town,  educated  in  its  public  schools, 
and  devoted  to  its  interests,  he  is 
indeed  a  worthy  representative  of 
its  people,  and  that  he  is  so  regard- 
ed, is  demonstrated  by  his  repeated 
elections,  the  last  time  by  practical- 
ly unanimous  vote,  his  name  being 
on  both  tickets,  straight  out  Demo- 
crat   though    he   has    always    been. 


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His  occupation  is  that  of  a  com- 
mercial traveler,  which  seems  to  be 
his  natural  sphere  in  life,  which 
occupation  he  and  others  of  like 
adaptability  have  raised  to  the  rank 
of  a  profession.  For  some  ten  years 
past  he  has  been/  in  the  employ 
of  Martin  L.  Hall  and  Co.,  the 
oldest  and  most  famous  Coffee 
House  in  America,  established  in 
1831,  covering  the  most  important 
towns  in  Maine  and  New  J  lamp- 
shire.  Few  if  any  men  in  his  line 
have  traveled  as  many  miles,  done 
as  much  business,  or  made  as  many 
friends  for  themselves  and  their 
employers,  as  has  McHugh  of  Gor- 
kam,  who  is  still  "on  the  job"  and 
good  for  many  years  to  come. 

Mr.  McHugh  served  in  1917  on 
the  Fisheries  and  Came  Commit- 
tee, in  1919  on  the  Committee  on 
Railroads,  and  this  year  is  promot- 
ed to  the  important  Committee  on 
Appropriations,  to  whose  work  he 
has  given  close  attention,  but  has 
interested  himself  in  general  legis- 
lation, and  particularly  in  that  per- 
taining to  education.  He  was  a 
strong  friend  of  the  educational 
bill  and  supported  it  in  a  short  but 
pointed  and  effective  speech.  He 
is  a  director  of  the  Gorham  Build- 
ing and  Loan  Association,  a  mem- 
ber of  the  N.  E.  Fat  Men's  Club, 
and  was  '  appointed-  by  Governor 
Bartlett  a  member  of  the  Board  of 
State  Prison  trustees,  which  posi- 
tion he  still  holds. 


Ge>\  John  H.  Brown. 

Few  members  of  the  present 
legislature  have  been  as  prominent- 
ly before  the  public  during  the  last 
forty  years,  as  Gen.  John  H.  Brown, 
representative  from  Ward  6,  Con- 
cord, and  Chairman  of  the  Com- 
mittee on  Banks  as  well  as  member 
of  the  Judiciary  and  State  House 
and  State  House  Yard  Committees. 

Gen.  Brown  is  a  native  of  Bridg- 


water, born  May  20,  1850,  son  of 
James  and  Judith  B.  (Harran) 
Brown.  He  was  educated  in  the 
public  .schools  and  at  the  New- 
Hampton  Literary  Institution.  In 
early  life  he  served  as  a  railway 
mail  clerk,  and  in  later  years  as 
freight  and  claim  agent  for  the 
Concord  and  Montreal  Railroad. 
He  resided  for  many  years  in  Bris- 
tol   where   he   was    in   trade   and   in 


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the  lumber  business,  and  served  as 
selectman,  postmaster,  deputy 
sheriff,  and  representative  in  the 
legislature  in  1891.  Removing  to 
Concord,,  he  was  postmaster  of  the 
city  from  1905  to  1917;  was  elected 
to  the  Executive  Council  at  a 
special  election  in  1918,  to  fill  the 
vacancy  caused  by  the  death  of  Col. 
Edward  H.  Carroll,  and  for  the 
regular  two  years  term  in  Novem- 
ber of  that  year.  He  was  also  a 
delegate,  from  Ward  6,  in  the  recent 
Constitutional    Convention. 

An  active  and  earnest  Republican, 
Gen.  Brown  was  a  delegate  from 
New  Hampshire   in  the   Republican 


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National  Convention  of  1896.  going 
a.s  an  original  McKinley  man.  and 
was  one  of  the  Slate's  presidential 
eleetors  in    1900.     His   military  title 

comes  from  service  as  Commissary 
General  on  the  staff  of  Gov.  Charles 
A.  Busied  in  1895-6.  In  .Masonry, 
Gen.  Brown  is  a  member  of  Lodge, 
Chapter,  Council,  Commandry,  and 
Shrine  and  of  the  X.  H.  Consistory 
(32nd  degree).  He  is  a  member  of 
the  N.  H.  Historical  Society  and 
the  WonolancU  Club  of  Concord. 
He  married.  June  10,  1872,  Marietta 
Sanborn  Lougee  of  Laconia.  A 
successful  business  man  and  saga- 
cious politician,  Gen.  Brown  is 
likely  to  be  a  power  in  public 
affairs  for  some  vears   to  come. 


Joseph  B.  Murdock. 

Joseph  B.  Murdock,  Renr  Ad- 
miral, U.  S.  N.  (retired).  Repre- 
sentative from  the  town  of  Hill, 
was  born  in  Hartford,  Conn., 
Februarv  13,  1851,  son  of  Rev. 
lohn  ;\.  and  Martha  (Ballard) 
Murdoch-,  v%as  educated  in  the 
public  schools  of  Boston  and  Cam- 
bridge, Mass.,  and  at  the  U.  S. 
Naval  Academy,  Annapolis.  Md., 
from  which  he  graduated  in  1870. 
He  was  in  active  sen  dee  as  an 
officer  in  the  U.  S.  Navy  for  43 
years,  until  retired  by  operation  of 
law,  at  the  age  of  62,  February  13, 
1913.  Dining  this  time  he  spent 
some  years  in  Coast  Survey  duty 
and  as  instructor  at  the  Academy, 
but  most  of  the  time  in  active  sea 
service.  He  was  promoted  Com- 
mander in  1901,  Captain  in  1906, 
and  Rear  Admiral  in  1909.  He  was 
executive  officer  of  the  U.  S.  S. 
Panther  during  the  Spanish  Ameri- 
can War,  Commander  of  the  Rhode 
Island  in  the  cruise  of  the  fleet 
around  the  world  in  1907-9,  and 
Commandant  of  the  New  York 
Navy    Yard,     1909-10,    Commander 


of  the  2nd  division  of  the  Atlantic 
fleet,  1910-11,  and  Commander-in- 
chief  of  the  Pacific  fleet.  1911-12. 
For  a  year,  during  the  late  war. 
he  returned  to  duty  as  president  of 
the  general  court  martial  at  Ports- 
month,  from  May  2,  1918  to  May  1, 
1919. 

Admiral    Murdock      is    a    member 


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Joseph    B.    Murdock. 
Rear  Admiral  U.  S.  N.    (Retired). 

of  the  American  Philosophical  So- 
ciety, the  Franklin  Institute, 
Union  Club  of  Boston,  Army 
and  Navy  Club  of  Washing- 
ton, the  Sons  of  the  Revolution  and 
the  Society  of  the  Colonial  Wars, 
and  is  the  author  of  various  papers 
and  monographs  on  naval  and 
scientific  subjects.  He  has  had  a 
summer  home  in  the  town  of  Hill, 
and  been  a  legal  resident  there 
since  1884,  and  has  resided  there 
permanently  since  his  retirement  in 
1913.  He  is  a  Republican  in  poli- 
tics, and  is  now  serving  in  his  first 
political  office.  He  is  Chairman  of 
the   House   Committee   on    National 


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Affairs,  and  a  member  of  the  Ap- 
propriations and  Forestry  Com- 
mittees, making  him,  necessarily,  a 
decidedly  active  member,  while*  his 
interest  extends  to  all  questions  of 
public    importance. 

He   married.  June  26.   1879,  Anne 
Dillingham   of   Philadelphia.    Pa. 


Mary  L.  R.  Farnum,  M.  D. 

Whether  or  not  the  adoption  of 
the  nineteenth  amendment  to  the 
Federal  Constitution,  placing 
woman  upon  a  political  equality 
with  man,  gives  the  women  of 
New  Hampj-hire  the  right  to  hold 
office  is  practically  sealed,  so  far 
as  the  State  Legislature  is  con- 
cerned, in  that  two  women.  Dr. 
.Mary    L.      R.    Far  num.      Democrat, 


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Dr.    Mary   L.    R.    Farxcm 

from  the  Republican  town  of  Bos- 
cawen,  and  Jessie  Doe,  Republican, 
-from  the  Democratic  town  of 
Rollinsford,     have     served     in     the 


House  during  the.  session  of  1921, 
without  question,  and  that  to  their 
own  credit  and  that  of  their  con- 
stituents. 

Mary      Louise       Rolfe       Farnum 
daughcr   of   Charles    M.   and    Maria 
L.    (Morrison)    Rolfe,      was      born 
in  Bo.scawen   (Fisherville).     Febru- 
ary 10,   1870.     She  was  educated  in 
the  village  schools  and  the  Concord 
High    School,   graduating  from    the 
latter  in   1SS8,  and  taught  for  three 
years,   subsequently,  in   the  schools 
of    Boscawen    and    Penacook.       On 
the    15th    of    September,    1892,    she 
was      united      in      marriage      with 
Samuel    H.    Farnum      of   Penacook, 
who  died  on   the   13th  of  June  fol- 
lowing.    Subsequently  she  took  up 
the   study   of  medicine,  and  gradu- 
ated from  the  Boston  University  of 
Medicine  in  1900.    After  .six  months 
dispensary  work  in  Boston  and  six 
months   in   a   Woman's   Hospital   in 
Brooklyn,  she  settled  in  practice  in 
Hartford,    Conn.     Some   time   after, 
frr   family   reasons,   she   relinquish- 
ed   her    practice    in    Hartford,    and 
came  back   to  Penacook  where   she 
was  in  practice  for  some  years;  but 
finally      relinquished        professional 
work  to  care  for  her  father  at  home. 
Mrs.    Farnum    has      served      four 
years   on    the   school      board ;      is   a 
member  of  the  Penacook  and  Con- 
cord Woman's  Clubs,  of  the  Friend- 
ly   and    College    Clubs    of   Concord, 
of    the    Rebekahs    and    the    Eastern 
Star,   was   Chairman      of   the      local 
branch   of   the   Red      Cross     during 
the  war,  and  is  at  the  present  time. 
She   is  a   Congregationalist     and     a 
member     of     the       Congregational 
Club.    She    is   a   member  and    clerk 
of    both    the    Public      Health      and 
Normal    School    Committees   of   the 
House,   and     has     taken     a     lively 
interest  in  all  the  work  of  the  ses- 
sion.    She  addressed   the   House   in 
support    of   the    Factory    Inspection 
bill  and   in  opposition  to  the  Man- 
chester Normal  School  bill. 


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Earl  F.  Newton. 

Earl  Frank  Newton,  Representa- 
tive from  Ward  5,  Concord,  was 
born  in  Fairfield,  Vt.,  August  8, 
1879,  son  of  Frank  and  Estella  J. 
(Craft)  Newton.  He  received  his 
education  in  the  Nashua  schools,  to 
which  city  his  parents  removed 
when  he  was  eight  years  of  age, 
and  under  'private  instruction  by 
L'  Abbe  Marchand  of  Laval  Uni- 
versity, Quebec.  He  served  on  the 
staff  of  L'  Impartial,  French  tri- 
weekly paper  in  Nashua  in  1899- 
1900.  and  was  teacher  of  French  in 
the    Milford    High    School    in    1901. 


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and  was  chosen  to  the  legislature 
at  the  last  election,  succeeding 
Benjamin  W.  Couch.  He  is  a 
member  of  the  Committees  on 
Labor  and  Manufactures.  He  was 
an  active  promoter  of  the  Credit 
Union  bill,  wlh'ch  provides  for 
small  group  banking  institutions; 
and  introduced  and  supported  the 
bill,  now  a  law,  providing  for  the 
naming  of  all  highways  in  the  state. 
As  a  member  ok  the  Committee  on 
Labor  he  favored  the  4S-hour  bill 
for  women  and  children  and  sup- 
ported the  same  on  the  floor  of  the 
House. 

Mr.  Newton  is  a  Mason,  a  mem- 
ber of  Eureka  Lodge  of  Concord, 
and  the  Eastern  Star,  and  also  of 
the  Concord  Oratorio  Society,  being 
strongly  interested  in  music.  On 
June  17,  1909,  he  married  Ethel  S. 
Mitchell,  M.  D.,  (Tufts,  1903). 
The}'  have  two  children,  Nyleen 
Eleanor,  born  February  12,  1912, 
and  Janice  Edith,  February  12,  1914. 


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Earl  F.   Newton 


In  the  fall  of  H>01  he  entered  the 
employ  of  the  N.  E.  Telephone  and 
Telegraph  Company,  and  has  con- 
tinued to  the  present  time.  He 
removed  to  Concord  in  1905  where 
he  has  since  resided  and  has  been 
in  charge  of  the  toll  lines  of  the 
state  and  the  city  plant  since  that 
time. 

He  is  a  member  of  the  Metho- 
dist Episcopal  church  and  politi- 
cally a  Republican.  He  served  as 
Clerk   of    Ward    Five    three    years, 


Samuel  B.  Shackford. 

S-  muel  Burnham  Shackford  of 
Ward  Three.  Dover,  comes  back  to 
the  House,  this  year,  for  his  second 
term,  having  served  in  1919  on  the 
Judiciary  and  Incorporations  Com- 
mittees. This  year  his  committee 
service  ha.s  been  confined  to  the 
former,  of  which  he  has  been  one 
of  the  most  active  members,  him- 
self and  Rogers  of  Wakefield  being 
the  only  men  who  had  previously 
seen  service  on  this  most  important 
of  the  House  Committees,  and  be- 
fore which  an  unusual  amount  of 
business  has  come  during  the  ses- 
sion. 

Mr.  Shackford  was  born  in  Con- 
way, N.  II.,  November  11,  1871,  the 
son  of  Charles  B.  and  Caroline 
(Cartland)  Shackford,  his  father,  a 
graduate  of  Bowdoin  College,  hav- 
ing been  a  practicing  lawyer  in 
Dover   for    some     years,      assistant 


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clerk  of  the  House  in  1864-5  and 
clerk  in  1866-7.  He  was  educated 
in  the  Dover  schools,  at  Phillips 
Andovcr  Academy,  and  Harvard 
College,  graduating  from  the  latter, 
A.  B.  in  1894,  having  specialized  in 


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Samuel   B.   Shackford 

economics  and  political  science, 
and  from  the  Harvard  Law  School, 
L.  L.  B  in  1898,  in  which  year  he- 
was  admitted  to  the  Massachusetts 
bar,  and  commenced  practice  in 
Boston  the  following-  year,  continu- 
ing till  1914  when  he  returned  to 
Dover,  where  he  has  since  been  en- 
gaged, devoting  his  attention  large- 
ly to  probate  practice  and  convey- 
ancing. 

Mr.  Shackford  is  a  member  of  the 
Northam  Colonists,  the  N,  E.  His- 
toric Genealogical  Society,  and  the 
New  Hampshire  Bar  Association, 
being  a  member  of  its  Legislative 
Committee. 


Fourth  District  in  the  Senate  in 
1919,  serving  as  Chairman  of  the 
Committee  on  Forestry,  and  as  a 
member  of  the  Committees  on 
Agriculture.  Finance,  School  for 
Feeble  Minded  and  Public  Health, 
comes  back  this  year  in  the  place 
so  long  occupied  by  the  late  James 
E.  French  as  representative  from 
that  town,  ,in  which  capacity  he 
holds  the  position  of  Chairman  of 
the  Committee  on  County  Affairs. 
Clerk  of  the  Insurance  Committee, 
and  member  of  Fish  and  Game. 
He  is  also  Chairman  of  the  Carroll 
County  delegation,  so  that  his  legis- 
lative 'activities  are  decidedly  num- 
erous. 

Mr.      Blanchard      was      born      in 
Sandwich,    Ocober    16.      1863,      and 


Hon.  George  A.  Blanchard. 

Hon.  George     A.     Blanchard     of 
Moultonboru.    who   represented   the 


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George  A.  Blaxchard 

educated  in  the  public  schools  and 
Beede's  Academy.  He  is  a  farmer, 
grain  dealer  and  insurance  agent  by 
occupation,  a  Methodist  and  a 
Republican,  and  has  holden  about 
all  the  offices  the  town  can  confer 
and  has  served  five  terms  as  a 
member  of  the  board     of  Commis- 


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sioners    for    the    County    of   Carroll. 

He  has  been  for  many  years  a 
member  of  the  town  school  board, 
and  lias  just  been  re-elected  to  the 
board  of  selectmen  for  a  three  year 
term,  as  chairman,  insuring  a  con- 
tinuous service  of  18  years  on  the 
board.  In  fraternal  life  he  is  a 
Bed  Man.  a  Knight  of  Pythias,  and 
a  Patron   of  Husbandry. 

On  March  19,  1891,  Mr.  Blan- 
chard  was  united  in  marriage  with 
Miss  Adele  lb  Jaclard.  They  have 
two  children:  Victorine  J.  (Mrs.  D. 
E.  Ambrose)  born  February  24, 
1803.  and  Paul  F.,  born  [anuarv  13, 
1897. 


Albertas  T.  Dudley. 

Alhertas  True  Dudley,  educator 
and  author,  a  representative  from 
the  town  of  Exeter,  -was  born  in 
Paris,  X.  Y.,  January  19,  1866.  son 
of  Rev.  Horace  P.  and  Josephine 
(Lamson)  Dudley.  He  graduated, 
A.  B.  at  Harvard  College  in  18S7, 
and  continued  study  in  Germany, 
was  a  teacher  at  Phillips  Exeter 
Academy  from  1887  to  1895,  and  at 
Noble  and  Grcenough's  School  in 
Boston  from  1896  to  1917,  during 
which  latter  period  of  service  he 
was  also  the  author  of  numerous 
published  volumes,  including  "Fol- 
lowing the  Ball,"  "Making  the 
Nine,"  "In  the  Line,"  "With  Mask 
and  Mitt,"  "The  Great  Year,"  "The 
Yale  Cup,"  "A  Pull  Back  Afloat," 
"The  School  Pour,"  "At  the  Home 
Plate,"  "The  Pecks  in  Camp," 
"The  Half  Miler,"  etc. 

Mr.  Dudley  is  a  Republican,  a 
member  and  chairman  of  the  Exeter 
School  Board,  and  a  member  and 
Secretary  of  the  X.  H.  Library 
Commission  since  1917.  He  serv- 
ed in  the  House  in  1919  as  a  mem- 
ber of  the  Committees  on  Educa- 
tion, Engrossed  Bills  and  State 
Library.  This  year  he  is  chairman 
of  the  Committee  on  Education  and 


also  on  Engrossed  Bills.  In  the 
former  capacity  he  has  had  no 
easy  task,  the  work  of  the  com- 
mittee having  been  arduous  and 
protracted,  and,  through  his  tact 
and  ability,  most  successfully  car- 
ried out. 

July  2.  1890,  Mr.  Dudley  married 
Miss  Prancis  Perry  of  Exeter. 
They    have    two    children. 


William  W.  Thayer. 

Among  the  most  prominent  of 
the  younger  members  of  the  House, 
now  serving  his  first  term,  is 
William  Wentworth  Thayer  of 
Ward  5,  Concord,  who  holds  posi- 
tion on  the  important  Committees 
on  Banks  and  the  Judiciary,  and 
has  been  active  in  the  work  of  both. 
During   the    early    part    of   the   ses- 


William    W.    Thayer 

sion,  in  the  absence  of  chairman 
Morse  on  account  of  illness,  he  was 
acting  chairman  of  the  Judiciary 
Committee.  Pie  introduced  many 
important  measures,  closely  follow- 
ed the  course  of  legislation  and 
aided  materially  in  directing  the 
same. 


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Mr.  Thayer  is'  the  son  of  the  late 
Gen.  William  F.  and  Sarah  C. 
(Wentworth)  Thayer,  born  in 
Concord.    April    15,   1884.     He    was 

educated  in  the  Concord  schools, 
Harvard  University  (B.  A.,  1905, 
L.  L.  B;,  1^10)  ;  Oxford  University, 
England,  (B.  A.,  1908,  M.  A.,  1913"), 
being  the  second  Rhodes  scholar 
from  New  Hampshire.  He  was  ad- 
mitted to  the  New  Hampshire  bar 
in  1910.  and  commenced  the  prac- 
tice of  law  in  the  office  of  Streeter, 
Demond  and  Woodworth  that  year, 
continuing"  till  1913,  when  he  opened 
an  office  for  himself,  wherein  he 
has  since  continued,  except  for  a 
period  during  the  World  war,  when 
he  served  as  a  representative  of  the 
U.  S.  War  Trade  Board  in  London 
and  Paris,  and  also  an  an  attache  of 
fche  Peace  Conference  on  blockade 
matters.  In  November,  1916,  he 
was  elected  Solicitor  of  Merrimack 
County,  and  was  appointed  by  the 
Court  to  hll  the  vacancy  in  that 
office  occasioned  by  the  resignation 
of  Robert  C.  Murchie,  from  Janu- 
ary 17,  1917,  till  the  beginning  of 
his  own  term  in  April.  He  served 
as  Secretary  of  the  Concord  Board 
of  Trade  two  years,  from  Septem- 
ber, 1915.  He  is  a  director  and 
vice-president  of  the  First  National 
Bank  of  Concord,  and  a  trustee  and 
treasurer  of  the  Union  Trust  Com- 
pany. He  is  a  Republican  in  poli- 
tics, a  Congregationalist,  a  Knight 
of  Pythias  and  a  Patron  of  Hus- 
bandry. 

Mr.  Thayer's  mother  was,  before 
her    marriage    to    Gen.    William    F. 
Thayer,   Miss   Sarah   Clarke  Went- 
worth,   daughter   of   Joseph    Went- 
worth,     a   member     of     the      New 
Hampshire      Legislature      in      1844, 
1845.    1S74    and    1S76.     His    fat] 
Paul  Wentworth,  was  a  member 
1831,    1832,    1833.    1834.    1839,    L  ' 
and      1841.         Paul       Wei 
father,  John   Wentworth.  Jr.,  was  a 
member   of   the    Continental      Con- 
gress and  a  signer  of  the  Arti< 


Confederation.  John  Wentworth 
Sr.  was  Speaker  of  the  Legislature 
1771-1775.  Lfis  father,  Benjamin 
Wentworth.  was  a  member  in  1724, 
and  Benjamin's  father,  Ezekiel 
Wentworth.  was  a  member  in  1711- 
1712.  His  father,  Elder  William 
Wentworth,  who  was  the  first 
Wentworth  to  come  to  this  coun- 
try, signed  a  Combination  for 
Government  at  Exeter,  N.  H., 
July  4,  1639. 

Two  brothers  of  Mr.  Thayer's 
mother  were  legislators.  Paul 
Wentworth  in  New  Hampshire 
and  Moses  Wentworth  in  Illinois. 
One  of  his  great  uncles,  Samuel  H. 
Wentworth,  was  a  member  of  the 
Massachusetts  Legislature,  and  an- 
other, "Long  John"  Wentworth, 
was  a  member  of  the  Illinois  Legis- 
lature as  well  as  Congressman 
from  that  State  and  Mayor  of 
Chicago. 

Chi  the  paternal  side  of  his  ances- 
try, Mr.  Thayer's  grandfather, 
Calvin  Thayer,  was  a  member  of 
the  New  Hampshire  Legislature 
from    Kingston. 


William  J.  Kixg. 

William  J.  King,  representative 
from  Walpole,  is  a  native  of  Ireland, 
born  September  10.  1862,  son  (of 
John  and  Mary  (Hartnett)  King. 
His  education  was  secured  in  the 
public  schools  in  Ireland  and  in  the 
school  of  experience  in  this  coun- 
try, to  which  he  emigrated  in  1881, 
spending  the  first  two  years,  after 
landing,  in  New  York  City,  and 
then  locating  in  Walpole,  N.  H., 
where  he  has  continued,  and  has 
been    actively   engaged   for   mo 

-    time    in    the   paper 
lufacturing  business     - 
■  alls,   Vt.,  across     the   C    i 
from  the  town  of  his  residence,  but 
has   of  late   been   principally  inter- 
e  t-.-d      in      Investments, 
and  Real  E.-ate.     For  thi 


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209 


years  or  more,  he  has  been  an  active 
member  of  the  Republican  party  in 
his  town,  in  which  party  lines  were 
long  closely  drawn  and  sharp  con- 
tests  were   the   order  of   the  day. 

He  was  elected  to  the  Legislature 
from  his  town  for  the  session  of 
1S95,  when  he  served  as  a  member 
of  the  Committee  on  Claims ;  was 
for  six  years  a  member  of  the 
school  board,  has  served  three  vears 


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as  a  selectman  and  was  re-elected 
for  two  years  at  the  recent  town 
election,  is  moderator  of  the  town 
meeting,  was  a  delegate  in  the 
Constitutional  Convention  of  1918- 
20,  and  has  been  an  active  member 
of  the  present  Mouse,  serving  as 
Chairman  of  the  Committee  on 
Roads,  Bridges  and  Canals  and  as 
a  member  of  the  Public  Improve- 
ments  Committee. 

Mr.  King  is  a  Catholic  and  a 
member  of  the  Knights  of  Colum- 
bus and  the  Foresters  of  America. 
November  25,  1888,  he  was  united 
in  marriage  with  Annie  Dower  of 
Rochester,  Minn.,  who  died  May  5, 


1898.  They  have  had  two  sons: 
Chauncey  A.,  born  February  19, 
1893,  enlisted  in  the  U.  S.  Tank  ser- 
vice  in  the  World  War,  and  died  in 
that  service,  and  John  W\,  born 
September  2.5.  1889,  now  in  the 
wholesale  paper  business  in  New- 
York. 


William  J.  Callahan. 

Among  those   who   may    properly 
be  termed   veterans     in     legislative 
service,    is    William    Joseph    Calla- 
han   of   Ward    One,    Keene,    who    is 
serving    his    fifth    consecutive    term 
as  a  member  of  the   House.     He  is 
a  native  of   London,   England,  born 
March  26.   1861.   son  of   Daniel  and 
Helen    (Pilkington)     Callahan,     and 
came   to   America   with    his   parents 
in      August.      1869,      locating       in 
Charlestown.    Mass.,    where    he    at- 
tended the  public  school  until   1871, 
when    he    went    to    work    with    the 
Boston      Green      Glass    Bottle    Co., 
whose    factory   was    located   on    the 
old    Medford    turnpike,    and    in    the 
following   year    went    with      Foster 
Bros.,   operating  a   glass   factory   in 
South   Boston,   continuing  till    1874, 
when  he  removed   with   his  parents 
to  Winchendon,  Mass.,     where     he 
attended   school   a  few  months   and 
then    entered   the    employ  of   N.   D. 
White    and    Sons,    cotton    manufac- 
tures, where  he  learned  all  branches 
of   the   business,   and   at  the  age   of 
17  was  second  foreman  in  the  spin- 
ning  department.     In    1878    he    en- 
gaged with  the  Murdock  and  Fair- 
banks  Wooden    Ware   Co.,   remain- 
ing with  them  till  they  sold  to  the 
Wilder   P.   Clark   Co.,   with     whom 
he   continued    till     April    14,      1885, 
when    he    lost    the      fingers      of   his 
right  hand.       May  7,     1887,   he   re- 
moved to  Keene,  N.  H.,  and  entered 
the    employ    of    the    Beaver      Mills, 
remaining   with     the   plant,      under 
successive    managements,    for    more 
than  30  years,  until,  in  1919,  he  was 
appointed   by  Gov.  Bartlett  a   Fish 


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and  Game  Warden,  which  position 
he  now  holds. 

Politically  Mr.  Callahan  has  been 
actively  indentified  with  the  Repub- 
lican party.  He  has  served  as 
selectman  in  his  ward  and  as  a 
member  of  the  K<  ene  City  Council 
for  two  years.  In  the  legislature 
of  1^13  he  was  a  member  of  the 
Committee  on  Education,  and  in 
1915,  1917  and  1919  was  chairman 
of  the  Committee  on  Labor,  and 
was  the  father  of  the  weekly  pay- 
ment bill  passed  at  the  latter  ses- 
sion.    This    year    he    serves    on    the 


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William    J.    Callahan 

Insurance  and  Liquor  Laws  Com- 
mittees. He  introduced  and  earn- 
estly supported  the  anti-divorce 
bill,  which  failed  of  passage.  His 
record  for  attendance  is  surpassed 
by  that  of  no  man,  he  having  been 
absent  but  a  single  day  in  the  en- 
tire five  sessions.  He  was  also  a 
delegate,  and  a  frequent  and  force- 
ful speaker  in  the  last  Constitution- 
al Convention.  He  served  a.4  an 
Assistant   Sergeant  at  Arms   in  the 


last   Republican  National     Conven- 
tion  at   Chicago. 

Mr.  Callahan  is  a  Roman  Catho- 
lic in  religion,  has  been  for  forty 
years  a  member  of  the  A.  O.  H., 
is  a  P.  G.  C.  R.  in  the  Foresters  of 
America,  in  which  he  has  held  of- 
fice for  25  years,  and  a  member  of 
the  Elks,  Eagles,  Moose,  and  Pa- 
trons of  Husbandry.  November  25, 
1891,  lie  married  Nora  Agnes 
O'Connell.  They  have  four  chil- 
dren living,  three  daughters  and 
one  son.  Francis  Elkington,  who  has 
been  a  page  in  the  House  for  the 
last  two  .sessions. 


Ralph  \Y.  Davis. 

One  of  the  new  members  who 
has  come  prominently  to  the  front 
in  the  House  of  Representatives, 
this  year,  is  Ralph  W.  Davis  of 
Derrv.  who  was  born  in  that  town, 
June"  28,  1890,  son  of  Albert  A.  and 
Ella  F.  (Fellows)  Davis.  He  re- 
ceived his  preparatory  education  in 
the  famous  Pinkerton  Academy  in 
his  native  town,  and  graduated 
from  Dartmouth  College  in  1913. 
Taking  up  the  study  of  law  he  at- 
tended the  Columbia  Summer  Law 
School,  and  the  Vale  Law  School 
in  the  class  of  1918,  and  is  now 
in  practice  in  the  office  of  John 
R.  McLane  of  Manchester,  though 
retaining  his  residence   in   Derry. 

Mr.  Davis  is  a  Congregationalist 
in  his  religious  affiliation,  and  a 
Republican  in  politics.  He  served 
in  the  U.  S.  Navy  in  the  World 
War,  enlisting  as  a  fireman  in  May, 
1917 ;  was  promoted  to  Ensign  and 
discharged  in  1919.  He  is  active  in 
town  affairs  in  Derry;  is  a  trustee 
of  town  trust  funds,  president  of 
the  school  board  of  the  Adams 
District,  and  Secretary  of  the  Derry 
Board  of  Trade.  Chosen  to  the 
House  at  the  last  election,  he  was 
appropriately  assigned  by  the 
Speaker   to   service   upon   the   Judi- 


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ciary  Committee,  to  which  duty  he 
has  given  his  best  thought,  though 
keeping  in  close  touch  vvitfi  the 
progress  of  a!l  important  measures 
before   the   House.     Though  one  of 


Ralph   \Y.  Davis 

the  younger  members,  he  has  taken, 
an  active  part  in  debate  on  the 
leading  questions  that  have  been 
up  for  consideration,  and  his  argu- 
ments have  been  both  vigorous  and 
effective. 

He  is  a  member  of  the  American 
Legion,  the  Thornton  Naval 
Veterans,  Patrons  of  Husbandry 
and  the  Phi  Alpha  Delta  Fraternity. 
He  is   unmarried. 


Martin  L.  Schenck. 

The  town  of  Tamworth  is  ably 
represented  this  year  in  the  House 
by  Martin  L.  Schenck  who  was  a 
member  in  1915  from  that  town, 
serving  on  the  Committees  on  Mili- 
tary Affairs  and  Roads;  Bridges  and 
Canals.  This  year  he  has  had  a 
larger  field  of  service,  being  a  mem- 


ber of  the  Soldiers'  Home  Com- 
mittee, Roads,  Bridges  and  Canals, 
and  Ways  and  Means,  the  latter 
being  one  of  the  most  important  of 
the  House  Committees,  and  em- 
bracing some  of  the  ablest  men  .in 
its  membership. 

Mr.  Schenck  is  a  native  of 
Flemington,  X.  J.,  a  son  of  Peter 
Courtland  Schenck,  a  great  grand- 
son of  Major  John  Schenck  of  the 
New  Jersey  line  in  the.Revolution- 
arv  Arm}',  and  a  grandson  on  the 
maternal  side  of  Thomas  Harris  of 
Elizabeth,  X.  J.,  a  soldier,  in  Col. 
Jeduthan  Baldwin's  regiment  of 
Artillery,  who  served  seven  years 
in  the  Revolutionary  War.  He  was 
educated  in  the- public  and  private 
schools  of  Trenton,     X.  J.,     served 


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Martin  L.   Schenck  •. 

two  and  one-half  years  in  the 
Union  Army  in  the  Civil  War,  in 
the  Army  of  the  Potomac  and  in 
Grierson's  Cavalry  division  of  the 
Army  of  Tennessee,  and  saw  service 
in  three  border  states  and  all  the 
.states  of  the     Confederacy     except 


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Texas  and  the  Carolina?,  un- 
der Generals  Meade,  Gra;:t  and 
Sherman.  .After  the  war  he  was 
engaged  in  surveying,  landscape 
architecture,  and  in  the  silk  trade 
in  New  York.  In  the  former  capa- 
city hi  mapped  and  diagrammed 
many  cities  and  towns,  from  New 
Jersey  to  Illinois.  For  the  last 
twenty-five  years  he  has  been  a 
farmer  in  Tamworth,  his  home 
being-  the  house  built  by  Maj.  Jer- 
naial  Gilman  of  the  2nd  N.  H.  Con- 
tinental Infantry,  who  led  Stark's 
advance  at  the  battle  of  Trenton, 
and  after  the  battle  of  Princeton  was 
presented  with  a  horse  by  Thomas 
Jefferson.  He  saw  Abraham  Lin- 
coln in  the  White  House  and  has 
shaken  hands  with  every  president 
from  Grant  to  Wilson.  He  is  an 
Episcopalian,  a  Republican,  a 
Mason,  Son  of  the  American  Rev- 
olution and  a  member  of  the  G.  A. 
R.  He  married  Sarah  E.  Ward- 
well  of   Salem,   Mass. 


ventist  and  politically  a  Republican. 
He  has  served  the  town  many 
years  as  a  selectman  and  Carroll 
County  six  years  as  Commissioner. 
He  was  a  delegate  in  the  Constitu- 
tional Convention  of  1902,  and  a 
member  of  the  Executive  Council 
in  1919-20,  under  Gov.  John  H. 
Bartlett.  In  the  present  legislature 
he  serves  on   the     Committees     on 


Stephen  W.  Clow. 

Hon.  Stephen  W.  Clow,  repre- 
sentative from  the  town  of  Wolfe- 
boro,  is  not  new  to  his  present 
position,  having  served  in  the  same 
capacity  back  in  1893,  when  he  was 
a  member  of  the  House  Committees 
on  Industrial  School  and  Military 
•Affairs.  Pie  is  a  native  of  Wolfe- 
iboron,   born   April  2,   1855. 

He  was  educated  in  the  district 
'school  and  at  the  famous  Wolfe- 
boro  and  Tultonboro  Academy,  and 
taught  school  for  some  years  in 
early  life.  He  has  always  resided 
in  his  native  town  and  is  one  of  its 
most  prominent  and  public  spirited 
citizens,  taking  a  strong  interest  in 
all  measures  for  the  promotion  of 
the  public  welfare.  He  is  engaged 
in  farming  and  lumbering,  and 
owns  and  operates  a  saw  mill  and 
box  factory,  doing  an  extensive 
business.     In  religion  he  is  an  Ad- 


Appropriations    and     State     House 
and  State  House  Yard. 

Mr.  Clow  is  not  only  the  largest 
real  estate  owner  in  Wolfeboro,  and 
heaviest  taxpayer,  but  is  also  the 
largest  individual  employer  of 
labor,  and  has  been  especially  ac- 
tive in  the  development  of  the  sum- 
mer business  in  that  region.  Fra- 
ternally he  belongs  to  the  Masonic 
order,  being  a  member  of  Morning 
Star  Lodge.  No.  17,  and  of  the 
Eastern  Star.  On  April  17,  1881, 
he  married  Carrie  W.  Cannev  who 
died  June  10.  1919.  He  has  two 
daughters  and  a  son,  the  latter 
being  Dr.  Fred  E.  Clow,  a  promi- 
nent   physician    of    Wolfeboro. 


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Jessie  Do  p.. 

The  citizens  of  Rollinsford,  a 
town  ordinarily  Democratic  by  a 
safe    majority,    honored    themselves 

and  rendered  the  State  good  service 
in  choosing-  Miss  Jessie  Doe  as 
their  representative  in  the  House 
this  year.  Miss  Doe  is  the  daugh- 
ter of  the  late  Charles  Doe,  long 
Chief  Justice  of  the  Supreme  Court 
of  New  Hampshire,  and  Edith 
(Haven)  Doe,  born  February  21, 
1887,  the  youngest  of  nine  children, 


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Miss  Jlssie  Doe 

six  of  whom  are  now  living.  She 
was  educated  at  Berwick,  (Me.) 
Academy  and  the  Oilman  School, 
Cambridge,  Mass.  Her  father  died 
in  1896,  and  since  leaving  school  in 
1907,  she  has  remained  with  her 
mother  on  the  75  acre  homestead 
farm  in  Rollinsford,  to  whose  man- 
agement, and  the  care  of  her  mother, 
her  life  is  primarily  devoted.  She 
is  equally  at  home  in  the  kitchen, 
parlor,  the  garden  or  the  field,  in 
reading  Plutarch's  Lives  for  her 
mother's  diversion,     or  riding     the 


havrake  for  her  own.  Her  "career" 
thus  far  has  been  along  the  line  of 
general  usefulness,  rather  than 
special  service  ;  yet  she  is  interested 
in  matters  that  concern  the  public 
welfare  as  well  as  the  home  life. 
She  is  .secretary  of  the  Red  Cross 
Public  Nursing  Association  of  Rol- 
linsford and  South  Berwick,  is  a 
member  of  the  Berwick  Woman's 
Club,  which  she  has  served  as  vice 
president,  and  chairman  of  the 
Philanthropic  Department,  and  was 
chairman  of  the  local  "Woman's 
Committee  of  National  Defense 
during  the  late  war.  She  is  an  ar- 
dent nature  lover,  and  an  active 
member  of  the  Appalachian  Moun- 
tain Club,  and  has  tramped  with  its 
members  many  a  mile,  both  sum- 
mer and  winter,  over  the  ranges  of 
New  Hampshire,  Vermont,  Massa- 
chusetts and  New  York,  and  during 
the  coming  season  hopes  to  explore 
the  Katahdin  region  in  Maine.  Her 
camera  goes  with  her  to  the  top  of 
every  mountain  peak,  and  she  has  a 
fine  collection  of  landscape  photo- 
graphs. 

Miss  Doe  is  non-sectarian  in 
religion  and  a  Republican  in  poli- 
tics. Her  committee  assignments 
in  the  House  were  Public  Health 
and  Forestry,  and  to  the  work  of 
each  she  gave  close  attention.  She 
spoke  and  worked  for  the  moving 
picture  censorship  bill,  as  well  as 
for  the  woman  factory  inspector 
bill,  and  against  the  bill  to  relieve 
women  from  jury  duty.  She  was 
much  interested  *  in  the  proposed 
constitutional  amendments,  and 
took  part  in  the  futile  campaign 
for  their  adoption. 


Clarence  B.  Etsler. 

Rev.  Clarence  Bartlett  Etsler, 
prominent  member  of  the  Clare- 
mont  delegation  in  the  House  this 
year,  is  a  native  of  Gowanda,  N.  Y., 
born  March  17,  1877,  son  of  Edward 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


and  Ellen  (Bartlett)  Etsler.  He 
graduated  from  Gowanda  Academy, 
and  subsequently  taught  in  that  in- 
stitution.    Taking  up   the   study  of 


Rev.    Clarence    B.    Etsler 

law,  he  graduated  L.  L.  B.  from 
Cornell  University  in  1900,  and 
practiced  the  profession  for  a  time 
at  Hornell,  N.  Y.,  but  soon  aban- 
doned the  .same  and  went  into 
educational  work  in  the  Philippines, 
teaching      English     in      the     island 


schools  for  three  years.  Returning 
home,  he  pursued  a  course  in  The- 
ology at  St.  Lawrence  University, 
Canton,  graduating  in  1907,  and 
entered  the  Universalist  ministry, 
his  first  pastorate  being  with  the 
"Church  of  the  Good  Tidings,*' 
Brooklyn,  K.  Y.  In  1914  he  was 
called  to  the  pastorate  of  the  Eirst 
Universalist  church  of  Brockton, 
Mass.  Upon  the  entrance  of  the 
United  States  into  the  European 
war  he  obtained  leave  of  absence  to 
enter  the  military  service  of  the  U. 
S.  government,  where  he  continued 
till  1919,  when,  having  been  honor- 
ably discharged,  he  accepted  a  call 
to  "the  Eirst  Universalist  Church  in 
Claremont,  where  he  continues  in 
a  most  successful  pastorate  during 
which  the  attendance  and  member- 
ship has  been  largely  increased. 
He  is  a  vice  president  of  the  Clare- 
mont Ministers'  Union,  an  Odd 
Fellow,  a  Mason  and  Chaplain  of 
the  Claremont  Post  of  the  Ameri- 
can   Legion. 

Mr.  Etsler  was  assigned  to  ser- 
vice on  the  Judiciary  Committee, 
to  whose  work  he  gave  close  at- 
tention, and  for  which  his  legal 
training  well  adapted  him.  On 
December  9,  1920,  he  was  united  in 
marriage  with  Alice  H.  Scott  of 
Claremont. 


A  SONG  OF  SPRING 

By   Maude   Gordon-Roby. 

The    Earth — a    sanctuary — sweet    and    higher 
Doth   waft   her  fragrant  incense   to  her  King. 

The  Trees — cathedrals  of  a-  feathered   choir — 
Are  vibrant  with  the  song  "the  dumb  shall  sing." 

The  Sky— God's  Garden— flames  with  tongues  of  fire 
As  morning  stars  in  holy  anthems  ring. 


And  Man— who  goeth  forth  until  the  evening-hour— 
Doth  loose  the  sandals  from  his  feet,  and  bow  his  head. 

"The    Earth,  the   bird,  the  star  sing  of  Thy   power; 
O  God,  forgive  my  silent  lips!"  he  said. 


NON-CHALANCE 

By  Margie-Lee  Runbeck. 

Through   my  white  curtains 

1   watch  you 

Come  swinging  through  the  hedge, 

And  as  you  leap  upon  the  porch 

Whistling, 

1  rv.ii  upstairs  and  hrde. 

Oli,  very   innocently   it   happens! 

For  you  must  not  know 

How  1    wait  all  day 

To   hear  you   calling  me 

Eagerly,  a  little   frightened 

For  fear  I  am  not  there. 

Quite  carelessly  I  start  down  the  stairs, 

Humming   calmly. 

When   you  bound   up   to   me 

And   crush   me   into  a  corner, 

I   look   surprised  at   the   clock 

-Oh 

Are  you  home  early? 
Surely  it  isn't  time  vet!" 


INSPIRATION 

By  Leotuprd  Bronner,  Jr. 

Flaming    Torch    of    God    Divine, 

Inspiration,   O  be  mine! 

As  the  lightning  flaring  fierce 

Doth    the    storm's    blackness    pierce, 

As  the  scarlet  of  the  sun 

Blazes    ere    chill    night    doth    come, 

As  a   spark   from   heavenly  fire, 

Burn   an   instant!    Then   expire. 

Burn  an  instant!    Light  my  mind! 
Purge  it  of  all  thoughts  unkind! 
Temper  it  as  steel  for  fight 
With    true    courage,,    Holy    Light! 
As  a  fire   that  hath  died 
Leaves    its    ashes    purified, 
Cleanse  my  soul!    Divine  Fire 
Burn  an  instant !    Then  expire. 


216  Tiir.  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


THOUGHTS  ON  THE  COLORS  OF  NIGHT 

By  Leighton   Rollins. 

1— A  line  of  storks 
With  ridiculous  legs 
Are  sailing  lazily 
Across  the  flame  sJky 

Of  sunset. 

They  are  grey-blue, 

As  the  night  strokes  gently 

The  face  of  the  earth. 

My  tired  eyes  lose 

Them   in  bewitching 

Aster  flowers,  that  seem 

To  dance  like 

Harlequin  Elv.es 

Before  me. 

My   beloved, 

She   will   tell   me   of   the  night. 

My  eyes  are   weary 

Of  color  and  form, 

And   I   close   them, 

Content,  if  1  never  open  them  again. 


(The  Beloved  Speaks) 
2 — "Master,  the   earth 
Is  large  and  shaggy, 
Even  the  blue-black  shadows 
Cannot  make   it   beautiful. 
The  tiny  flowers 
Last  but  a  short  time 
And  die, 

The  sunset  fades, 
And  night  like  a  pool 
Of  black  pearls 
Awaits  us. 
The  storks 

Are  drifting  to  the  ground, 
Brown  and   grey, 
Without  promise  of  shelter, 
Neither  the  shadow 
Of  leaves 

Nor  the  friendship  of  marshes 
Shall  protect  them." 


THOUGHTS  OX   HIE  COLORS  OF  NIGHT  217 


3— "The  dark 
Sounds  neither 
As  rustling 

Nor  the   touch  of  water 
Upon  eai  th, 
But  as 
Black  velvet 

Sweeping  over  a   marble  floor. 
This.  O,  Master,  is  the  night, 
So  filled  with 
Lisping  thought, 
And    vet   so   lacking 
In  all- 
Save   a  sense  of  space." 

4 — "The  stars  have 

Pricked   the  mantle  of  the  sky 

With  tiny  shafts  of   light. 

The  songs  of  stars  and  birds 

Are   shining   things 

That  bless  the  bestial   world 

In  reflected  color  of  the  wings 

Of  humming  bird. 

Oh,  Master, 

Even   with   the   steel    of   cruelty, 

And  the  soft  enticing  flesh  of  evil. 

The  world  gows 

More  lovely 

And   pulses   with   the   sense 

Of  spirits 

Winged  and  daring. 

Flying  rapt   in  radiancy, 

Through  the  dark  of  night 

Even  to  the  dawn." 


a  is 


BOOKS  OF  NEW  HAMPSHIRE  INTEREST 


Eleven  of  the  best  short  stories 
that  have  come  thus  far  from  the 
pen  of  Richard  Washburn  Child, 
once  of  Newport,  New  Hampshire, 
have  been  collected  by  E.  P.  Dut- 
ton  and  Co.,  681  Fifth  Avenue. 
New  York  City,  into  a  volume  of 
3S7  pa^es,  recently  issued.  Its 
title,  "The  Velvet  Black,"  is  also 
that  of  one  of  the  included  stories, 
but  applies  equally  well  to  the 
whole  collection,  which  is  one  of 
tales  of  terror,  of  the  night  time, 
of  mystery,  darkness  and  (rightful- 
ness. One  of  them,  "Heliotrope." 
probably  is  known  to  more  people 
than  is  anything  else  which  Mr. 
Child  has  written,  for  it  has  been 
made  into  one  of  the  most  popular 
motion  pictures  of  the  day.  Its 
fitness  for  this  use.  however,  does 
not  discount  the  fact  that  it  is  an 
admirable  piece  of  literary  work- 
manship. In  fact,  almost  all  of  the 
stories  here  gathered  between  book 
covers  show  their  author  at  his 
best  in  the  achievements  of  Ins 
craft.  For  reading  one's  self  to 
sleep  at  night  the  volume  is  not  to 
be  recommended,  but  for  clever- 
ness of  plot,  variety  of  situation 
and  sustained  holding  of  the  at- 
tention, few  books  of  the  year 
equal  its  contents. 


Like  most  of  the  highly  popular 
stories  issued  by  the  Cosmopolitan 
Book  Company,  New  York,  after 
serial  publication  in  some  one  of 
Mr.  Hearst's  magazines,  "Find  the 
Woman,"  by  Arthur  Somers  Roche, 
has  been  filmed  with  huge  success. 
Not  having  seen  it  upon  the  screen, 
we  do  not  know  whether  or  no  the 
moving  picture  heroine  visualized 
successfully  the  charm  of  Clancy 
Dean   as     created     by   Mr.   Roche's 


typewriter  and  the  brush  of  Dean 
Cornwell,  the  illustrator  of  the 
book;  but  if  she  did.  we  have  miss- 
ed something  in  not  viewing  the 
picture.  It  turned  out  that  Clancy 
Dean  did  not  photograph  well;  so 
her  dreams  of  becoming  a  movie 
queen  were  shattered.  But  in  quite 
another,  and  much  more  interest- 
ing way,  she  reached,  in  a  marvel- 
ously  short  time,  the  very  heart  of 
the  great  cinema  industry,  and  there 
plucked  the  flower  of  true  success 
in  the  form  of  a  wholly  desirable 
husband  with  a  million  dollars,  a 
high  social  position  and  a  good 
stiff  backbone.  In  the  beginning 
Clancy  was  a  stenographer  in  Ze- 
nith, Maine,  near  Bangor.  Mr. 
Roche  thereby  paying  a  tribute  to 
the  Pine  Tree  State  which  we  be- 
lieve New  Hampshire  better  de- 
serves. 


Very  interesting  in  itself  and  as 
a  .symbol  of  endeavor,  is  Number 
Two  of  Volume  One  of  "The  Scrip, 
a  Magazine  of  Undergraduate 
Verse,  Published  by  the  Dartmouth 
Poetry  Society  at  Hanover,  New 
Hampshire."  Its  editor-in-chief 
is  Walter  B.  Wolfe,  a  frequent  and 
welcome  contributor  to  the  Gran- 
ite Monthly,  and  among  the  mem- 
bers of  the  Society  New  Hampshire 
is  represented,  we  note,  by  Frankln 
McDuffee  of  Rochester  and  Lincoln 
II.  Weld  of  Grasmere.  This  is 
said  to  be  the  first  undergraduate 
magazine  of  verse  printed  at  any 
college  in  America,  thus  giving  a 
further  desirable  distinction  to 
Dartmouth ;  which  distinction  is 
magnified  in  our  professional  pub- 
lisher's eyes  by  the  fact  that  The 
Scrip  has  been  able  to  pay  its 
bills  out  of  its  subscription  receipts. 


BOOKS  OF  NEW  HAMTSHIRK  INTEREST  219 

T< '  a  composite  of  the  various  and  whose  presence  is  pleasing  to  those 

creditable    publications      issued      by  who  would  like  to  see  Dartmouth's 

the    boys    at    Hanover      these      few  college   library,     as   ample     and     as 

pages    of   poetry    add    a    flavor   that  appreciated  as   is  its  gymnasium. 
otherwise    might      be    absent      and 


THE  LIGHTS  COME  ON 

By  Arthur  J.   Beckhard. 

Upon  a  hill  that  rose  above  Xew  York, 

As   some   great    rocks   leap   from   the   seething  sea, 

I  stood  and   wa tcbed  the  city's  yellow  dusk 

Assume  the  quiet   dignity  of  night. 

Great,  somber  buildings  loomed  grey   through  the  haze 

And  frowned  down  on  me  where  I  stood,  engulfed 

By   the  unceasing  murmured   roar  that  rolled 

Across   the   Park  toward   me,   like   the  fog. 

What  did  it   mean — that   never-ending   throb? 

Where   were  those  whirring  motors   bound,   that   they 

Should  hurry   so?     What  force  behind   it   all 

Urges  us  ever  on  and  on  and  on, 

When   sweet   Oblivion   holds  out   arms 

At   once   so   welcome   and   so  welcoming? 

And  then  the  lights  came  on!     You,  standing  there 
Beside  me.  held  your  breath   and   clutched  my  arm. 
To   us  had  come   the   meaning   of   the  lights. 
No  words.     I  needed  none.     Enough  your  hand 
Upon   my   sleeve   to   tell   me  of  the   thoughts 
And  dreams  shared  by  us  both.     We,  silent,  gazed 
Upon  the  stabbing  spangles  of   Night's  cloak. 
And  then  you  spoke.     "It's  getting  late,"  you  said, 
"We  must  be  going  home."     The  lights,  your  words, 
The  pressure  of  your  fingers  through  my  coat, 
Answered  in  full  all  that  I'd  asked  to  know. 


EDITORIALS 


The  many  readers  of  this  maga- 
zine who  have  expressed  their 
interest  in  the  prize  offered  by  Mr. 
Brookes  More  foi  the  best  poem 
published  in  the  Granite  Monthly 
during-  1921  will  like  to  read,  we 
feel  sure,  the  piece  of  verse  to 
which  was  awarded  the  prize  given 
by  him  for  the  best  contribution  to 
Contemporary  Verse  in  1920.  The 
jud«**«e  of  that  contest  were  Robert 
Frost,  our  former  fellow  citizen  of 
New  Hampshire.  Professor  Kath- 
erine  Lee  Bates  of  Wellesley  col- 
lege, who  is  acting  in  a  similar 
capacity  in  the  Granite  Monthly 
competition;  and  Professor  John  L. 
Lowes  of  Harvard.  Their  choice 
for  first  honors  was  the  following 
poem  bv  Sara  Teasdale.  entitled 
"May:"' 

"A    delicate    fabric    of    bird-song 

Floa's  in  the  air, 
The    smell    of    wet    wild    earth 

Is    everywhere. 
Red  small   leaves  of  the  maple 

Are   clenched    like   a    ha. id, 
Like   girls    at   their   first   communion 

The  pear   trees   stand. 
Oh,  I  must  pass  nothing  by 

Without   loving   it   much, 
The  rain  drop  try  with  my  lips, 

The  grass  with  my  touch ; 
For  how  can  I  be  sure 

I   shall    see  again 
The  world  on  the  first  of  May 

Shining   after    the    rain?" 


Mr.  More  recently  has  purchased 
an  estate  at  Hingham,  Mass.,  not  far 
distant  from  the  land  held  by  his 
first  Amei  ican  ancestor,  who  came  to 
the  Massachusetts  Bay  Colony  in 
the  good  ship  Lion  in  1632.  The 
grant  of  land  owned  by  this  ances- 
tor in  Cambridge,  was  the  site  of 
the  Harvard  University  of  the  pres- 
ent.    Thence,  he   removed   to   Con- 


necticut, to  New  Jersey,  and  finally 
with  the  wave  of  Westward  migra- 
tion, to  Ohio,  and  to  the  Great 
Southwest,  where  Brookes  More  at- 
tained his  first  prominence  as  a 
poet. 

Mr.  M ore's  new  volume,  "The 
Beggar's  Vision,"  now  on  the  press, 
contains  seven  narrative  poems 
which  are  described  as  "remarkable 
and  original."  His  previous  book  of 
verse,  "The  Lover's  Rosary,"  re- 
cently was  compared  favorably  with 
the  work  of  Alfred  Noyes,  the  Eng- 
lish poet. 


The  state  of  New  Hampshire, 
like  its  magazine;  the  Granite 
Monthly,  is  fortunate  in  its  friends. 
That  has  been  for  a  long  time  a 
truism,  but  we  are  moved  to  repeat 
it  once  more  because  of  some  re- 
cent events.  One  was  a  "Monad- 
nock"  meeting  of  the  Society  for 
the  Protection  of  New  Hampshire 
Forests,  held  at  the  Twentieth 
Century  Club,  Boston,  at  which  Mr. 
Edward  W.  Emerson  of  Concord, 
Mass.,  recited  the  famous  poem  by 
his  father,  Ralph  Waldo  Emerson, 
and  plans  were  made  for  securing 
the  whole  , mountain  as  a  forest 
reservation.  Another  was  the  re- 
cent announcement  from  New  York 
that  seme  of  the  nation's  most  emi- 
nent patrons  of  the  arts  would  co- 
operate in  securing  an  adequate 
endowment  for  the  MacDowell 
Colony  at  Peterborough,  an  unique 
institution  that  promises  much  for 
the  future  of  the  muses  in  America. 


There  is  considerable  difference 
of  opinion  as  to  the  merits  of  some 
of  the.  legislation  enacted  at  the  re- 
cent session  of  the  General  Court 
and   movements   have   been   started 


EDITORIALS 


221 


already  to  bring  about  the  repeal 
in  1923  of  some  of  the  acts  of  1921. 
However,  time  is  a  great  educator 
and  before  twenty  months  have 
passed  opinions  may  have  changed 
as  well  as  conditions.  But  discus- 
sion of  questions  of  public  impor- 
tance always  is  in  order  and  any 
honest  effort  to  bring  about  general 
consideration    of    matters    of    pro- 


bable legislation  well  in  advance  of 
another  session  is  to  be  welcomed. 
It  may  result  in  affirmative  or  in 
negative  action,  but  so  long  as  it 
brings  about  a  definite  statement 
of  the  considered  desire  of  the 
people  it  carries  out  the  principles 
of  our  form  of  government  and 
those  who  secure  it  are  to  be  com- 
mended. 


THE    HILLSIDE'S    CHIEF 

By  Perky  R.  Bugbee. 

Where    Jack-in-the-Pulpits    grow, 

And  Maiden-hair  ferns  the  breezes  blow 

The    hillside's   King,   the   woods'   Chief, 

Is  an  old   Pine,  regally  fine 

With    cerulean    skies    above 

And    purple    Polygala    beneath. 

Violets   blue,  and    Bluetts  too. 
In  mossy  beds,  bow  their  heads, 
Knowest  flowers  a  higher  will? 
Yes,  and   they  are  optimists  till 
Autumn    frost    kill    or    clouds    dreary 
Make  them  faint  and  weary. 


Forgetting  for  the  while 
Vernal  spring's  recurring  smile, 
It's   Nature's  way,   God's  will. 
Clouds  and  frosts   every   life  chill 
For  parts  of  life  are  love  and  strife, 
And  the  Pine's  an  optimist  still. 


.     .) 


VII.LANELLE 

By    Thomas   J.    Murray. 

The  luring  sea  rim  calls  me  far 

Where   trailing   smoke   clouds  drift  away; 

The  slow  surf  whitens  on  the  bar. 

The  gleaming  sail  and  lifting  spar, 
Top  the  horizon's  heaving  gray; 

The  luring  sea  rim  calls  me   far. 

The  breakers  roll  from   strands  afar, 
Urged  by  the  winds  that  shoreward  stray 
The  slow  surf  whitens  on  the  bar. 

No  hum  of  cities  drifts  to  mar 

This  widening  waste  of  tossing  spray  ; 

The  luring   sea  rim  calls  me  far. 

No  thoughts  of  drifting-  wreck  or  scar 
Darkens  this  splendid  seaboard  day; 
The  slow  surf  whitens  on  the  bar. 

1  he   twilight  spreads   and  one   white   star, 
Hangs  taper  like  above  the  bay; 
The  luring  sea  rim  calls  me  far, 
The  slow  surf  whitens   on   the  bar. 


THE  BEST  BELOVED 

By   Claribel  Weeks  Avery. 

The  kind  Earth  Mother  walked  the  fields 

And  whispered  with  a  tear, 
"Beside  my  stately  trees  and  winsome  flowers, 

How  poor  my  men  appear! 

"Yet  once  I  gave  the  world  a  son. 

Who  showed  what  men  should  be 
As  lovely  as  a  budding  rose, 

As  gracious  as  a  tree. 

"And  when  men  found  no  place  for  one 

So  far  above  their  best, 
I  gave  him  refuge  in  a  cave 

And  shelter  in  my  breast. 

"There  he  was  born." 

"Where  did  he  die?" 

The  mother's  eyes  grew  dim. 
"They  took  the  wood  of  trees  that  I  had  nursed 

To  make  a   cross  for  him." 


6(^3> 


SONNET 

By   Her  old    Vinal. 

i    have    touched   hands   with   peace   and   loveliness, 

When  the  first  breath  of  May  crept  through  the  trees 

Watched  lovely  flowers  tremble   in   the  breeze — 

1   cannot   say    1   have   been   comfortless. 

Often  the  nights  have  whispered  words  to  me; 

With  wonder  I   have  watched  a  new  day  break, 

Shaking  its  veils  across  the  windy  lake — 

The  wind  that  stirred  them,  brought  me  ecstasy. 

My  heart  can  know  no  pain  while  beauty  weaves 
Quaint  patterns    in    the   corridors   of   thought, 
Patterns  of  curving  cloud  and  waving  leaves; 
All    the    indifference   that   time   has    wrought 
Will  .softly  pass,  wh.cn   1   behold  afar — 
The  lovely  beauty  of  an  evening  star. 


POET  AND    PILGRIM 

By  J.  E.  Bowman. 

A   stretch   of  barren   sand-bar,   overgrown 

With   dwarfish   pines;   some   islands   fringed   with   snrf 

Where   sea-birds   hovered: — 

Gosnold  made   them   known. 
'Twas    Shakespeare     made     them     place    of     Prospero's 

throne : 
A    magic    region,   on    whose   flower   strewn   turf 
Miranda    glides.     Instead    of    seabird's    plaint 
We  hear  the  elfin  music,  far  and   faint, 
Or  tingling  near  at  hand  of  Ariel. 
A  group  of  earnest  men  for  whom  no  spell 
Lay   in   such   music,  whom   no  glamoury 
From  elfin  land  could  dazzle,  hither  came. 
Poet    and    Pilgrim    each    a    conquest    claim 
One,  changing  all  the  scene  in  Fancy's"  flame 
One,  building  here  in   Faith  the  Plymouth  Colony. 


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NEW  HAMPSHIRE  NECROLOGY 


VINCENT  J.  BRENNAN,  SR. 

Vincent  John  Brennan,  Senior,  was 
born  in  Manchester,  September  2h.  1848, 
the  son  of  William  and  Mary  Brennan, 
and  died  in  Newport,  March  22.  At  an 
early  ape  he  went  to  work  in  the  mills 
and  rose  to  the  positions  of  superinten- 
dent and  agent,  being  connected  with 
factories  in  Maine.  New  Hampshire,  Ver- 
mont,     Massachusetts.      Connecticut      and 


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V.    T.    Brendan 

Delaware.  In  1906  he  established  at  New- 
port the  Brampton  Woolen  Company  and 
was  its  successful  manager  to  the  time 
of  his  deatii.  At  the  time  of  his  death 
he  was  a  trustee  of  the  town  library  and 
was  deeply  interested  in  all  civic  affairs. 
He  is  survived  by  his  wiie,  who  was  Miss 
Edith  Reed  of  Newport,  a  daughter, 
Maud,  and  two  sons,  Vincent  J.  Jr.,  and 
Ralph    A. 


REV.    WILLIAM    A.    RAND. 

Rev.  William  A.  Rand  died^at  South 
Seabrook,  January  27,  on  the  55th  anni- 
versary of  his  becoming  pastor  of  the 
Congregational  church  there.  He  was 
born  in  Portsmouth  in  1842  and  served 
in  the  Civil  War  in  Company  K  of  the 
48th  New  Hampshire  Regiment.  He  was 
a  member  of  the  G.  A.  R.  and  chaplain  of 


the  Masonic  lodge  at  Newburyport,  Mass., 
for  33  years.  His  wife  and  one  daughter. 
Mrs.  Edward  F.   Dempsey,   survive  him. 


MATTHEW    S.   McCURDY. 

Matthew  Scoby  McCurdy,  the  oldest 
member  of  the  faculty  of  Phillips  Acad- 
emy at  Andover.  Mass.,  died  there  Febru- 
ary 16  as  the  result  of  injuries  sustained 
in  an  automobile  accident.  He  was  born 
in  Dunbarton  May  21,  1849,  and  graduated 
from  Dartmouth  in  1873,  becoming  an  in- 
structor at  Andover  in  the  same  year. 
Lie  was  in  charge  of  the  department  of 
mathematics  there  and  had  written  an 
algebra  He  was  a  member  of  the  Delta 
Kappa  Epsilon  fraternity.  He  is  surviv- 
ed by  his  wife.  Lydia  M.,  and  three  sons, 
Robert,    Sydney   and    Allan. 


ALBION  BURBANK. 

Albion  Burbank,  from  1872  until  1906 
principal  of  the  high  school  at  Exeier, 
died  there  February  6.  He  was  born  in 
Limerick.  Me.,  December  25,  1839,  the 
second  of  five  children  '  of  Abner  and 
Eliza  A.  (Harmon)  Burbank.  He  prepar- 
ed for  college  at  the  academy  in  Liming- 
ton,  Me.,  and  graduated  from  Bowdoin 
in  1862.  He  studied  law  and  was  admit- 
ted to  the  bar,  but  did  not  find  the  practice 
of  that  profession  to  his  liking  and  was 
principal  of  the  high  school  at  Kennebunk, 
Me.,  before  going  to  Exeter.  Mr.  Bur- 
bank was  a  member  of  the  public  library 
committee  at  Exeter  from  1893  to  1916; 
served  as  the  Democratic  member  of  the 
police  commission  for  eight  years;  and 
was  a  zealous  member  of  the  Unitarian 
church.  He  is  survived  by  one  son,  Harry 
T.    Burbank. 


DR.   DAVID   M.:  CURRIER. 

Dr.  David  Morrison  Currier,  born  in 
Grafton,  September  15,  1840,  the  son  of 
David  and  Rhoda  (Morse)  Currier,  died 
March  1  in  Newport,  where  he  had  prac- 
ticed medicine  for  almost  half  a  century. 
He  was  educated  at  Tilton  Seminary  and 
the  Dartmouth  Medical  College,  with  post 
graduate  courses  at  Harvard  and  in  New 
York.  Doctor  Currier  served  hi;  town  on 
the  boards  of  health  and  of  education  and 
as  water  commissioner  and  was  for  many 
years    United    States    examining    surgeon. 


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}  or  17  years  be  was  treasurer  of  the  stale 
ical  society.  Doctor  Currier  was  a 
member  of  the  Methodist  church,  of  the 
Masons  and  the  Grange.  He  is  survived 
;,v  his  wife,  \vhu  was  Miss  Annie  M.  Con- 
verse,   and    by    two    daughters. 


publican  and  a  Congregationalist.  His 
survivors  are  his  wife,  who  was  Catherine 
C.  Erost  of  Maiden,  and  three  sons,  Ed- 
ward,  Andrew   and.  Tackson. 


REV.   JOSEPH   KIMBALL. 

Rev.  Jtoseph  Kimball  was  born  alt 
Plaistow,  March  13.  1832,  the  son  of  True 
and  Betsey  (Chase)  Kimball,  and  died 
at  Haverhill,  Mass.,  March  2.  Pie  pre- 
pared at  Phillips  Andover  Academy  for 
Amherst  College,  where  he  graduated  in 
(lie  class  of  1857.  He  was  for  some  years 
a  teacher  in  Massachusetts,  Ohio  and 
Alabama,  and  also  practiced  the  profes- 
sion of  civil  engineer;  but  was  a  Congre- 
gational minister  from  18S3  to  1911,  when 
he  retired.  He  was  also  well  known  as  a 
lecturer  and  as  a  benefactor,  giving  a 
library  building  to  the  town  of  Atkinson. 
which  he  represented  in  the  New  Hamp- 
shire legislature  of  1909;  $10,000  to  the 
Riverside  Memorial  church  at  Haverhill, 
and  pipe  organs  to  half  a  dozen  churches. 


DR.   HENRY   L.   SWEENY'. 

Dr.  Henry  L.  Sweeny,  born  in  Bridge- 
water,  Mass.,  April  3,  1858.  the  son  of 
Edward  M.  and  Lucy  (Thaxter)  Sweeny, 
died  March  11  at  Kingston  where  he  had 
practiced  most  of  the  time  since  his 
graduation  from  the  Harvard  Medical 
School  in  1882.  He  was  a  member  of 
county,  state  and  national  medical  societies 
and  had  been  county  physician  and  mem- 
ber of  the  town  board  of  health.  A  Re- 
publican in  politics  he  represented  King- 
ston in  the  recent  constitutional  conven- 
tion, and  had  been  town  clerk  and  mem- 
ber of  the  school  board  and  of  the  board 
of  library  trustees.  He  was  a  Mason, 
Odd  Eellow  and  Congregationalist.  His 
wife,  who  was  Ellen  J.  Towle  of  King- 
ston,  died   in    1900. 


DR.  ANDREW  J.  STEVENS. 
Dr.  Andrew  Jackson  Stevens,  who  died 
at  Maiden,  Mass..  February  22.  was  born 
in  Warren,  April  24,  1846,  the  son  of 
Robert  Burns  and  Charity  (Slye)  Stevens. 
He  graduated  from  the  Harvard  Medical 
School  in  1869  and  practiced  at  Lawrence, 
Mass.,  and  Maiden,  where  he  was  promi- 
nent and  successful  in  his  profession  and 
inaugurated  the  movement  for  establish- 
ing  the    Maiden   hospital.     He    was   a   Rc- 


ERANK    O..  CHELLIS. 

Frank  Otis  Chellis.  born  in  Meriden, 
August  7.  1838,  the  son  of  Otis  Hutchins 
and  Betsey  (Morrcll)  Chellis,  died  in 
Newport,  March  3.  He  prepared  at  the 
Newport  High  school  and  Kimball  Union 
academy  for  Dartmouth  College,  where  he 
graduated  in  18S5,  being  captain  of  the 
'varsity  baseball  team,  class  poet  and  a 
member  of  the  Alpha  Delta  Phi  fraterni- 
ty. While  principal  of  the  Newport  high 
school  for  nine  years  he  studied  law  with 
the  late  Albert  S.  Wait  and  had  been  for 
many  years  a  leading  member  of  the  bar. 
He  was  a  Democrat  in  politics,  a  Uni- 
tarian in  religious  belief  and  a  member  of 
the  Masonic  lodge,  chapter  and  com- 
mandery,  and  the  Eastern  Star.  He  had 
served  as  town  moderator,  member  of  the 
board  of  education  and  county  solicitor; 
trustee  of  the  Carrie  F.  Wright  hospital 
and  Sugar  River  savings  bank;  president 
of  the  high  school  alumni  association;  as- 
sistant engineer  of  the  town  fire  depart- 
ment ;  and  clerk  of  the  county  exemption 
board  during  the  World  War.  He  is 
survived  by  his  wife,  who  was  Miss  Em- 
ma G.  Wilmarth,  and  by  a  daughter,  Ber- 
nice,    and    son,    Robert. 


GEN.  GEORGE  M.  L.  LANE. 

George  M.  L.  Lane,  at  one  time  com- 
mander of  the  New  Hampshire  National 
Guard  brigade,  died  in  Manchester,  Feb- 
ruary 2.  He  was  born  in  Deerfield,  Aug- 
ust 21,  1844,  and  as  a  young  man  was 
engaged  in  mercantile  pursuits  in  Man- 
chester. In  1882  he  entered  the  postal 
service  and  for  most  of  his  life  was  head 
clerk  in  the  Manchester  office.  In  1864 
he  enlisted  with  a  Haverhill,  Mass.,  com- 
pany and  went  with  it  to  the  Civil  War 
front,  later  joining  the  18th  New  Hamp- 
shire regiment.  In  1S74  he  joined  the 
Head  Guards  of  the  state  militia  as  a 
private  and  rose  through  all  the  ranks  of 
the  service.  He  belonged  to  a  drum 
corps  organized  in  Manchester  in  the 
early  seventies  which  was  famous  all  over 
New  England.  General  Lane  was  a  mem- 
ber of  the  various  Masonic  and  I.  O.  O. 
F.  bodies.  He  is  survived  by  his  widow, 
Mrs.  Sarah  E.  Lane,  and  a  son.  Frank 
D.  of  Fall  River,   Mass. 


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TUNE,  1921. 


No.  6. 


THE  NEW  HAMPSHIRE  ORPHANS'  HOME 

By  Rev.  Walter  J.  Malvern,  Superintendent 


An}"  "Home"  where  orphan  and 
needy  children — just  as  bright  and 
full  of  fun  as  any  children — aie 
cared  for  is  a  center  of  interest,  but 
this  "Home"  is  'made  doubly  in- 
teresting because  it  is  situated  on 
the  "Elms  Farm,"  the  home  of 
Daniel  Webster  from  1800.  when  it 
was  purchased  by  his  father,  Cap- 
tain Ebene^er  Webster,  until  his 
death  in  1852.  It  was  here  Web- 
ster spent  his  bey  hood  days:  it  was 
from  here  he  started  out  for  Dart- 
mouth College  ;  it  was  here  he  com- 
posed one  of  his  distinguished  ora- 
tions and  wrote  the  "Hulseman" 
letter,  and  looking  out  of  the  east- 
ern window  in  the  summer  of  1848 
he  wrote  to  his  son  "this  is  the 
most  beautiful  place  on  this  earth." 

It  was  on  this  farm  that  the  tree 
grew  where  Daniel  hung  his  scythe, 
which  act  was  a  deciding  factor  in 
his  being  sent  to  Dartmouth  Col- 
lege :  here  is  the  famous  rock 
known  as  Pulpit  Rock  from  whose 
eminence  Webster  is  said  to  have 
practised  some  of  his  great  ora- 
tions. Surely  the  home  of  Xew 
Hampshire's  most  illustrious  son — 
a  home  so  rich  in  historic  associa- 
tion?— could  not  be  used  to  better 
advantage  than  for  the  training 
orphan  and  n<  edy  children  to  be- 
come worthy  citizens  of  the  old 
Granite  State. 

And  can  we  find  more   fitting  place, 
On  which  the   Orphans'   Home  to   raise, 
Than  where  in  youth's  bright  halcyon  day, 
Our   mightiest   statesman   used   to   play, 

•From   an   original   poem   by    Rev.    S.    P.    K 
shire   Orphans'    Home.    1871. 


And    work   as    well    with    plow   and    spade, 
Or   find  repose  beneath   the  shade 
Of    yonder   oak   where   once    when   young, 
His  heavy  scythe  so   nicely   hung.* 

The  Xew  Hampshire  Orphans' 
Home  owes  its  birth  to  the  Rev. 
Daniel  Augustus  Mack.  He  him- 
self was  left  an  orphan  when 
seven  years  of  age.  From  that 
time  he  was  dependent  upon  his 
own  resources.  No  orphans'  home 
opened  its  doors  to  receive  him.  It 
was  largely  through  his  own  ex- 
perience, knowing  as  he  did  the  need 
of  such  a  home,  that  he  labor- 
ed .so  assiduously  to  establish  this 
Home.  Then,  too,  as  a  Chaplain 
in  the  Civil  War  many  dying  sol- 
diers appealed  to  him  to  look  after 
their  children.  It  is  not  surprising 
then  that  Chaplain  Mack  turned  his 
attention  to  the  orphan  children  of 
the  soldiers  and  broadened  his 
work  till  it  took  in  all  that  he 
could  possibly  befriend.  He  con- 
ceived the  'idea  that  the  country  is 
far  better  than  the  city  for  such  a 
place.  That  whatever  advan- 
tages the  city  might  have,  the  coun- 
try with  its  bracing  air,  pure  water, 
delightful  scenery  and  broad  out- 
look outweighed  them ;  and  so  the 
Home  was  located  in  this  beautiful 
spot,  so  admirably  suited  to  the 
needs  and  requirements  of  an  or- 
phans' home. 

At  the  June  session  of  the  Legis- 
lature, 1871,  an  Act  of  Incorpora- 
tion was  obtained.  A  meeting  was 
called  in  July  and  at  a  subsequent 

eath,   read   at   the  dedication   of   the   Isew  Hamp- 


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meeting  the  organization  was  per- 
fected. At  a  meeting  of  the  Board 
of  Directors  in  August,  1871,  it  was 


As   soon  believe  our  granite  hills. 
Our   fertile  vales   and   sparkling  rill? 
Will    traitors    turn,    and    no    supplies 


voted   to   establish    the    Home    upon      Reward  the   t.  iler 


rifice. 


Hon.    Frank 
President    of    the    N. 

the  Webster  farm  in  Franklin.  The 
purchase  was  made  and  on  the  19th 
day  of  October.  1871.  the  Home  was 
opened  with  appropriate  exercises. 
And  shall  we  cherish  one  dark  tear, 
That  our  dear  "Home"  established  here, 
Will  fail,  'mid  beauties  rich  and  grand, 
So   freely  strown  by  God's   own  hand? 


H.  Orphans'  Home. 

Mr.  Mack  inaugurated  his  move- 
ment and  made  his  .first  public  ad- 
dress in  behalf  of  such  a  home  in 
the  Methodist  Episcopal  Church  at 
Newport.  At  that  meeting  the 
Hon.  George  W.  Xesmith,  the  pre- 
siding Judge  of  the  Supreme  Court 
which  was  then  in  session,  was  pres- 


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cut;  was  convinced,  as  he  listened' to 
Chaplain  Mack.  ^\  the  need  of  such 
a  home;  from  that  hour  allied  him- 
self with  the  movement,  giving 
money  and  time  to  its  support;  and 
when  the  Home  was  established 
was  elected  its  first  president  and 
held  that  office  till  his  death  in 
1890.      bor    nineteen    rears    he    was 


Mr.  Mack  made  his  first  public  ad- 
dress in  the  Methodist  Episcopal 
church  at  Newport  he  spoke  in  the 
Congregational  Church  and  there 
enlisted  the  interest  and  support  of 
Dexter  Richards,  provided  the 
Hi  me  was  located  in  New  Hamp- 
shire. It  was  through  his  first  gift 
of   $500    that    the    Orphans'      Home 


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Home    of    the    Superintendent,    N.    H.    Orphans'    Home. 


President  of  the  Board  of  Trustees. 
"The  grand  old  man,  the  venerable 
Judge,  the  honored  citizen"  through 
these  years  had  been  a  father  to  the 
Home,  assuming  in  large  part  the 
responsibility  for  its  success,  spend- 
ing time  and  money  unstintedly  in 
the  cause  so  dear  to  him.  One 
cannot  speak  too  highly  of  his  ser- 
vice of  love,  and  what  the  Home 
owes  to  him. 

On    the   evening  of   the   day   that 


became  a  New  Hampshire  institu- 
tion. Mr.  Richards'  enthusiasm  for 
this  worthy  cause  led  him  to  double 
his  donation.  He  was  one  of  the 
incorporators  mentioned  in  its 
Charter  and  one  of  three  to  call  the 
first  meeting.  His  interest,  like 
his  generous  gifts,  continued  up  to 
the  time  of  his  death  in  1898,  when 
he  was  vice  president  of  the  board 
of  trustees. 

Perhaps  there  is  no  one  who  shar- 


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ed  a  larger  part  of  his  time  and 
means  with  the  Home  than  the 
Hon.  John  .  Kimball.  From  the 
founding  of  the  Home  in  18/1  til] 
Ins  death  in  1913  he  was  its  treas- 
urer. Among  his  manv  achieve- 
ments it  is  said  that  what  he  ac- 
complished tor  the  Home  "is  the 
brightest  jewel  in  the  diadem  of 
his  grand  achievements,  and  his 
most  enduring*,  monument  lies  in 
the  hearts  of  the  manv  children. 
who  during  the  last  three  or  four 
decades  have  gone  forth  from  the 
Home,  and  those  who,  in  years  to 
come,  knowing  him  only  bv  name 
wdl  call  him  blessed." 

For  several  years  the  only  build- 
ing which  the  Home  had  was  the 
Webster  Home.  It  is  difficult  to 
understand  how  tins  building  could 
accommodate  some  thirty  or  thirty - 
rive  children  and  rind  room  for  all 
the  activities  incident  to  an  or- 
phans' home.  But  so  successful 
was  the  work  that  it  was  endorsed 
by  President  Hayes  and  bv  him 
Chaplain  .Alack  was  personally  com- 
mended. 

The  children  are  now  housed  in 
three  commodious  buildings,  while 
the  older  boys  have  a  cottage  to 
themselves  and  the  older  girls'  will 
soon   have  a   similar  home. 

The  buildings  of  the  Ho?ne  are 
the  "Webster  Mansion."  which 
contains  the  Superintendent's 
home,  the  office  and  reception 
rooms.  Two  of  the  rooms  in  the 
upper  part  of  the  ell  are  used  for 
a  hospital ;  under  these  is  the  store- 
room. The  Mack  Building:  In 
1875  Chaplain  Mack  built  a \vood- 
en  structure  faced  with  brick  which 
was  used  until  1913  when  it  was 
rebuilt  with  brick,  and  named  in 
honor  of  the  founder  of  the  Home. 
In  this  building  fifty  boys,  ranging 
in  ages  from  eight  'to  thirteen 
years,  have  their  home.  The  Nurs- 
ery Building:  This  building  was 
opened  in  1895.  It  ha=  the  kinder- 
garten     department      of    thirty-six 


boys   and   girls    from    five   to     eighi 
years    of  age ;   the    first    nursery^of 
twelve   little  ones   from  ten  months 
to    three     years,      and    the      second 
nursery    of   twelve    little   ones   from 
tnree     to      live     years.       Creighton 
Hall.        This      building   was   erected 
m    I9C0   am!    was    named      for      the 
donor.    Mrs.    Susan      Creighton      of 
Newmarket.       Thirty-six      of      the 
older    girls    have    their    home    here, 
fhe  John  Taylor     Cottage:       This 
cottage  was  made  over  and  enlarg- 
ed out  of  the  farmhouse  which  was 
the  home  of  John  Taylor  who  was 
Daniel    Webster's    farmer.     It    was 
opened    in    1915,      is  well     equipped 
and    makes    an    excellent    home    for 
fourteen   of     the  older  boys'.       The 
Bartlett  Cottage:    This  is 'a  cottage 
for    older    girls,    and    we    expect    to 
receive    from    generous    friends    suf- 
ficient money  to  complete  the  work 
and    furnishing,    and    then    have    a 
modern  and  well  equipped  home  for 
sixteen  of  our  older  girls.     In  addi- 
tion   to    these    buildings    where    the 
children  are  housed,  we  have  a  pri- 
mary  school    building,    in   the   base- 
ment of   which   is  the   sewng  room, 
on   the     first  floor     is    the  primary 
school  room,  and  on  the  second  floor 
the  teachers'  flat.     The  Home  has  a 
steam  laundry  and  all  the  buildings 
are  heated  by  steam  from  one  plant. 
And  last  but  not  least  we  have  our 
Chapel,    named    The    John    Kimball 
Chapel.        Here      the     officers     and 
children   meet   every      morning,   ex- 
cept  Saturdays,   for  a   brief  service. 
And   on    Sunday    we   also   have   our 
Sunday    School    at  2:45   and    a   ser- 
vice at  six  o'clock.-    At  this  service 
the  Superintendent  gives  an  address 
to  the  children,  and  he  has  a  model 
congregation,    as    no    one    comes    in 
hate,  and  no  one  leaves  till  the  ser- 
vice   is   over,   and   there   is   "no  col- 
lection." 

The  two  big  days  in  the  vear  for 
the  children  are  Thanksgiving  and 
Christmas.  Friends  from  far  and 
near   send    us    money   and   gifts   for 


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these  occasions,  and  there  is  no 
happier  bunch  of  children  than  ours 
on    these    festive    occasions. 

We   have  our  "own    school    which 

is  under  the  direction  of  the  State 
Board  of  Education.  Our  school 
is  graded  from  the  kindergarten 
through  the  grammar  school  grades 
in  conformity  with  the  state  re- 
quirements. We  have  a  staff  of 
five  efficient  teachers  and  the  en- 
tire expense  of  running  the  school 
is  paid  out  of  our  income.  Our  in- 
come is  derived  from  our  invested 
funds  and  the  charge  we  make  per 
capita  for  the  children  in  the  Home. 


An  average  day  in  the  life  of  the 
Home  is  as  follows:  Rising  bell  at 
6:30.  .  The  officers  have  breakfast 
at  seven  o'clock;  the  children  at 
7:20'.  After  breakfast  the  children 
hie  into  the  chapel  for  a  brief  ser- 
vice of  responsive  reading  in  the 
Gospels,  prayer,  concluding  with 
the  Lord's  Prayer,  and  singing. 
Upon  leaving  the  chapel  most  of 
children  have  some  work  to  do  be- 
fore school  begins  at  nine  o'clock. 
They  make  the  beds — in  their  own 
departments — sweep  the  dormi- 
tories and  halls,  work  in  the  kit- 
chen,   dining:    rooms    and    the    store 


Bartlf.tt    Cottage 


but  this  with  the  high  co.s-t  of  living 
is  not  sufficient  to  pay  all  our  bills 
and  so  we  are  dependent  on  the 
generosity  of  friends. 

Those  who  visit  the  Home  cannot 
fail  to  be  impressed  with  its  ideal 
location  and  the  bright  happy  chil- 
dren living  here.  Most  of  the 
children  have  some  duties  outside 
of  their  school  work  that  help  to 
teach  them  to  be  industrious,  or- 
derly and  neat.  .  They  do  their 
work  heartily  and  well  and  are 
pleased  when  asked  to  do  some- 
thing which,  gives  them  an  oppor- 
tunitv  to  do  vou  a  favor. 


room,  and  the  boys  who  live  in  the 
John  Taylor  Cottage  take  care  of 
the  horses,  cows,  pigs  and  hens, 
'i  he  school  sessions  are  from  9  to 
11:50  and  1:30  to  3:40.  The  chil- 
dren have  considerable  time  for  re- 
creation and  due  regard  is  had  to 
their  health.  We  have  very  little- 
sickness  and  our  children  are  well 
nourished  and  healthy.  As  in  all 
institutions  of  this  kind  some  of  the 
older  boys  and  girls  do  consider- 
able work  and  we  could  not  run 
the  Home  without  their  assist- 
ance. Our  older  boys  do  most  of 
the  farm   work  and   our  older  girls 


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work  in  the  steam  laundry,  the 
children's  dining  room  and  kitchen, 
and  assist  the  matrons  in  the  first 
and  second  nurseries.  The  chil- 
dren have  supper  at  5:20.  and  with 
the  exception  of  the  hoys  in  the 
John  Taylor  Cottage  arc  all  in  bed 
by  eight  o'clock.  It  is  sometimes 
thought  best  fco  keep  a  boy  or  girl 
in  the  Home  when  they  are  really 
old  enough  to  go  out  and  make 
their  own  living.  We  then  make 
them  self-supporting  and  give  them 
a  small  salary. 

Great  care  is  taken  in  providing 
the  children  with  good  wholesome 
food,  which  consists  of,  for  break- 
fast, cooked  or  prepared  cereals, 
bread  or  corn  cake,  butter,  milk 
and  mocho  (cereal  coffee)  ;  dinners, 
baked  beans,  potato  and  meat,  beef 
stew,  salmon  and  rice,  fish  chowd- 
er, macaroni  and  tomato,  vegetables 
from  the  garden  and  various  kinds 
of  puddings ;  suppers,  bread  and 
butter,  syrup,  apple  sauce,  peanut 
butter,  ca 
and  milk. 

It  is  no  small  job  to  provide  for 
all  the  needs  of  160  boys,  girls  and 
little  children,  but  with  a  loyal 
staff  of  officers  the  life  of  the  Home 
moves  along  harmoniously  and  no 
pains  are  spared  to  promote  the 
best  welfare  of  the  Home. 

Ex-Governor  Smyth  in  his  last 
message  as  President  of  the  Board 
of  Trustees  said,  "We  have,  gath- 
ered here,  the  fragments  of  man) 
families,  every  one  of  which  start- 
ed out  in  life  with  fair  prospects 
and  high  hopes  of  .success.  Some 
uncontrolled  influence,  some  hid- 
den rock,  some  storm  of  passion,  or 
sickness  ending  in  death,  shattered 
the  home,  and  these  little  children, 
innocent  of  all,  have  been  gathered 
up  by  these  servants  of  the  Lord 
and  sheltered  from  the  storm." 
And  well  does  our  late  President. 
Dr.  Douglas,  say  :  "One  of  the  great 
needs  of  this  institution  is  a  deep- 
er personal  interest  of  people  in  its 


grand  work.*'  We  solicit  the  full- 
est investigation  into  the  working 
of  the  Home  and  visitors  are  wel- 
come any  day  but  Saturday.  Sunday 
and  holidays.  This  is  a  good  place 
to  visit  if  you  are.  interested  in 
children. 

For  almost  fifty  years  this  Home 
has  been  caring  for  orphan  and 
needy  children,  caring  for  their 
social,  educational,  moral,  and  re- 
ligious needs,  rendering  a  service 
to  the  State  beyond  any  money 
value.  Over  two  thousand  chil- 
dren have  found  a  home  here,  and 
when  we  think  of  what  many  of 
them  have  been  saved  from  and 
what  the  Home  has  done  for  all 
these  boys  and  girls  we  cannot  but 
be  profoundly  thankful  to  Him  who 
put  a  new  value  on  childhood  when 
He  took  a  litle  child  and  said.  "Of 
such    is    the    kingdom    of    heaven." 

Interest  in  the  Webster  Oak  is 
enhanced  bv  the  fact  that  it  has  re- 
cently been  given  a  place  in  the 
Hall  of  Fame  for  trees  with  a  his- 
tory. 

Daniel  Webster,  like  man}-  an- 
other growing  boy.  when  about 
fourteen  years  of  age,  had  little- 
love  for  farm  work.  He  would 
much  rather  lie  under  the  shade  of 
a  leafy  tree,  or  roam  the  hills  in 
search  of  berries,  than  buckle  down 
to  hard  work.  And  so  it  came 
about  on  a  hot  da}'  in  Jul}',  when 
the  men  were  cutting  the  grass 
with  scythe,  and  raking  it  by  hand, 
that  Ebenczer  Webster  fitted 
scythe  to  snath  and  handing  them 
to  Daniel,  sent  him  into  the  field 
with  the  mowers.  They  were 
working  between  the  Home  build- 
ings and  the  cemetery.  In  those 
days  the  grass  grew  tall  and  heavy. 
The  land  had  not  been  deprived  of 
its  virgin  fertility.  The  sun  came 
down  hot,  and  the  scythe  and  snath 
were  heavy.  After  "going  around" 
for  a  few  times,  the  young  lad  hung 
his  scythe  in  the  branches  of  an  oak 
tree  that  grew  beside  the  highway, 


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and  stretched  himself  upon  the 
newmown  hay.  Noon  came  vnd  he 
went  up  to  the  house  with  a  boy's 

appetite  for  food.  His  father  had 
been  away  during"  the  forenoon, 
and  in  course  of  time  asked,  "Well, 
Daniel,  how  does  your  scythe 
hang?"  Mindful  oi  where  the 
scythe  was,  Daniel  answered  quick- 
ly, "It  hangs  just  right  to  suit  me." 
The  haymakers,  who  were  with 
the  family  at  dinner,  heard  the  re- 
ply and  told  the  story.     Later  when 


the  tree  on  which  Daniel  Webster 
hung  his  scythe." 

From  the  remainder  of  the 
trunk,  and  the  large  branches,  Mr. 
Mack  had  a  quantity  of  pea  hold- 
ers manufactured.  These  he  took 
to  Boston  consigning  jihem  to  a 
leading       stationer.  They      were 

marked  to  show  from  whence  the 
wood  came,  and  sold  readily  at  a 
good  price  and  Mr.  Mack  used  the 
money  obtained  for  the  benefit  of 
the    Home.     When    the    stock    was 


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The  Webster  Oak 


Daniel    became    a    public    idol    the 
oak  became  a  tree  of  interest. 

The  tree  was  blown  down  in  a 
storm  several  years  ago.  The  next 
day  Mrs.  Mack  had  the  children 
gather  up  all  the  available  parts  of 
the  tree.  From  the  trunk  Mr.  Mack 
had  a  few  canes  made.  Only  one 
of  these  canes  can  now  be  account- 
ed for.  Mr.  Mack  had  occasion  to 
go  to  Washington,  and  called  up- 
on the  President.  It  was  while 
Rutherford  B.  Hayes  was  in  office, 
and  Mr.  Mack  presented  him  with 
a    cane,   marked,   "Made   of   part   of 


sold  out  the  stationer' sent  up  for 
more.  Mr.  Mack  told  him  there 
were  no  more,  all  the  wood  from 
the  tree  had  been  used.  "Are  there 
no  more  oaks  in  Xew  Hampshire?" 
asked  the  stationer.  Very  indig- 
nantly Mr.  Mack  replied.  "There 
are  plenty  of  oaks  in  Xew  Hamp- 
shire, but  there  was  only  one  on 
which  Daniel  Webster  hung  his 
scythe,  and  from  no  other  will  pen 
holders  be  made  and  marked  with 
the  name  of  the  great  statesman,  if 
I  know,  or  can  prevent  it." 


ALL  ALONE  IN  THE  COUNTRY 

A   PLAY   IN  ONE  ACT 


By  Hetvrx  Bailey  Steve 


Dramatis    Persomae  : 

Susan   Reynolds 
Aunt   Polly   Walker 
Dick  Fan  D  cut  en 

(Scene:  The  living  room  of  a 
New  Hampshire  farm  house.  The 
furnishings  are  simple  but  of  a  mod- 
ern type.  At  the  center  rear  is  a 
long,  comfortable  and  well-uphol- 
stered sofa.  A  dress-form,  or 
"Betty,"  as  it  is  popularly  called 
(made  of  gummed  paper  at  a  'home 
demonstration'  meeting)  sits  on  a 
stand  at  its  left.  At  the  left  front 
are  a  wicker  lounge-chair  and  table, 
on  which  is  an  electric  lamp  with 
art-glass  panels.  There  are  papers 
and  magazines  on  the  table.  In  a 
corner  is  a  victrola.  A  door  at-  the 
left  front  opens  to  the  front  hall 
and  one  at  the  left  rear  to  cup- 
board ;  on  the  opposite  side  a  door 
at  the  rear  opens  to  the  side  porch 
and  at  the  front  to  the  kitchen. 
There  is  a  telephone  between  the 
two  doors  at  the  right.  At  the 
rear  a  window  looks  out  toward 
the  mountains.  Into  the  room  from 
the  front  hall  at  left  comes  Susan 
carrying  a  traveling  bag,  followed 
by  Aunt  Polly,  who  is  veiled,  glov- 
ed and  arrayed  in  a  traveling  cos- 
tume.) 

Susan  (putting  down  the  bag).' 
Oh,  I  say,  Aunt  Polly,  it's  just  great 
that  you've  come.  Mother  will  be 
delighted.     It's  too  good  to  be  true. 

Aunt  Polly:  So  this  is  little 
Susan,  is  it?  It's  too  bad  for  them 
to  call  you  Susie. 

Susan:  Why,  but  they  don't, 
Aunt  Polly  !     Nobody  does. 

Aunt   Polly:     It   must   be   they   do 


behind  your  back.  (Sitting  down) 
Well,  the  old  place  looks  awfully 
natural.  I  thought  I'd  never  get 
here — changing  at  the  Junction  and 
stopping,  the  way  the  trains  do  in 
this  part  of  the  country,  at  every 
pair  of  bar.s.  (She  struggles  with 
her  veil.) 

Susan:  Let  me  help  you,  Aunt 
Polly.  (She  helps  her  with  her 
veil.)  I'll  take  your  veil,  and  I'll 
take  your  gloves — and  your  hat. 
Now  are  you  comfortable?  Oh,  but 
mother'il  be  so  sorry  she's  been 
away.  She  and  Dad  have  just  gone 
over  to  the  Field  Day  at  the  four- 
corners. 

Aunt  Polly:  Well,  the  poor  soul, 
I'm  glad  she's  got  away  for  one  day. 
Up  in  the  morning  at  four  o'clock 
to  get  breakfast,  feed  the  chickens, 
carry  in  water  from  the  well,  wash 
the  milk  pail,  bake  and  stew  all 
morning  over  a  hot  kitchen  fire — 

Siiscdi:  Why,  Aunt  Polly,  you 
ought  to  see  our  pressure  cooker! 

Aunt  Polly:  I'm  sure  I  don't 
know  what  that  is,  but  I  know 
what  it  is  living  on  a  farm, 
Susan.  I  was  brought  up  here,  and 
when  I  left  twenty-six  years  ago, 
I  vowed  I'd  never  come  back.  And 
I  don't  know  as  I  would,  Susan,  if 
it  hadn't  been  as  I  said  to  John, 
"There's  that  girl  up  there  that's 
still  young.  There  may  be  no 
hopes  for  Nell,  but  there  is  some 
hopes  for  her.  I'll  bet  they  call  her 
Susie,  and  that  she  ain't  been  any- 
wheres except  to  Rockingham 
Academy,  and  can't  go  to  no 
movies,  nor  meet  any  likely  young 
men,  and  ain't  .been  fitted  to  move 
in    cultivated      society.       She    can't 


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have  the  advantages,  John,  that 
we  could  give  her.  And  it's  my 
duty,  as  I  see  it.  to  go  up  there  and 
offer  her  a  chance  to  make  a  change 
now  while  she's  still  young."  Of 
course  I  know  ii  would  be  awfully 
hard  on  your  mother;  but  as  I  says 
to  John,  anybody's  a  fool  to  waste 
themselves.  If  there's  one  thing 
I've  always  been  thankful  for,  it's 
that   I  didn't  waste  myself. 

'Susan:  Aren't  you  funny,  Aunt 
Polly  ! 

Aunt  Polly:  Well,  as  I  say, 
everything  looks  natural.  The 
same  old  house  fifty  miles  from 
nowhere,  and  the  same  old  room. 
I  declare,  it  smells  natural  too. 
(She  sniffs)  I  always  did  hate  the 
smell  of  a  kerosene  lamp. 

Susan:     But    Aunt    Polly— 

Aunt  Polly:  Oh,  I  guess  you 
can't  tell  me.  It's  very  serious, 
Susan,  very  serious.  Of  course 
you  don't  realize,  as  I  do,  all  the 
hardships  of  living  like  this,  and 
the  disadvantages.  Just  for  one 
thin,  for  instance,  take  anybody's 
pernunciation. 

Susan:     Their  what? 

Aunt  Polly:  Their  pernuncia- 
tion, their  language.  Of  course  it 
ain't  your  fault,  Susan,  hut  I  could 
tell,  the  minute  I  heard  you  speak 
that  you  didn't  talk  the  way  other 
people  do. 

Susan:  (blushing)  Oh,  you 
noticed  that,  did  you? 

Auitt  Polly:  Yes,  you  know 
people  in  the  country  always  say 
"cat"'  when  they  ought  to  say 
"carf" — 

Susan:-  Why.  I  don't  do  that. 
Aunt  Poll}'.  You  see,  I've  been 
practising  pronunciation  and  all  that 
sort  of  thing.  I  thought  that  was 
what  you  meant. 

Aunt  Polly:  You  have,  have  you? 
(somewhat  taken  aback)  Who's 
been  teaching  you? 

Susan:  There's  g  a  young  man 
staying  up  at  the  Jefferson's  who's 


quite  an  artist.  He's  lived  abroad, 
you   know,  and- — 

Aunt  Polly:  You  he  careful  about 
these  artists  and  young  men  like 
that,    Susan. 

Susan:  Why,  do  you  know  any 
of  them? 

Aunt  Polly:  No,  but  I've  read 
about  'em  in  the  papers.  A  girl 
lots  of  times  in  the  country  don't 
understand  ahout  some  things  and 
don't  realize  what  a  terrible  lot  of 
immorality  there  is  in  the  city, 
Susan. 

Susan:  Why,  Aunt  Polly,  I 
thought  you  wanted  me  to  go  to 
the   city. 

Aunt  Polly:  (gasping  for  a  min- 
ute) I  want  you  to  be  brought  up 
right,  Susan,  and  to  be  a  comfort 
to  your  parents. 

Susan:  Oh.  you're  just  an 
dear.  Aunt  Polly.  (She  goes  up  and 
kis.ses  her,  and  then  stands  off  and 
looks  at  her)  but  you  are  funny  ! 
(She  laughs  roguishly.)  Now  please 
excuse  me  for  a  minute  while  I  look 
at  the  dinner.  (She  goes  out  at 
front  right.) 

(Aunt  Polly  picks  up  a  news- 
paper and  sighs.  Suddenly  the 
telephone  bell  rings.) 

Aunt  Polly:  (calling)  Susan! 
Susan,  there's  somebody  at  the 
front  door.     (The  bell  rings  again) 

Susan:  (coming  in  laughing,  her 
hands  covered  with  flour)  It's  the 
telephone,  Aunt  Polly.  Would 
you  mind  answering  it?  My  hands 
are  full  of  dough,      (goes  out) 

Aunt  Polly:  Mercy,  I  didn't  real- 
ize you  had  a  telephone.  (At  tele- 
phone) Hello!  Yes.  well  no,  this 
isn't  Mrs.  Reynolds.  This  is  Mrs. 
Walker  speaking.  I'm  visiting 
Mrs.  Reynolds.  Yes.  you  say  a  man 
has  escaped — has  escaped — you 
don't  mean  it!  Last  night?  You 
don't  say?  And  you  say  he's  been 
traced  in  this  direction?  Wait  a 
minute.  Let  me  get  it  all  straight 
now.     You   say   he   wears   a  striped 


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shirt  and  trousers — without  a  hat — 
ves,  I  got  that.     And  what  did  you 

Fay?  Shoes  with  nails  in  'em. 
Most  shoes  do,  don't  they?  Nails, 
ves,  I  got  it.  Well,  what  can  we 
do  Central?  (blankly.)  Ves.  yes. 
we'll  call  you.  (hangs  up)  Susan! 
Susan  ! 

(Susan  appears  in   doorway.) 

Artnt  Polly:  Susan,  have  you  got 
any  gun  in  the  house  besides  that 
old  flintlock? 

Susan:  Why.  we  haven't  even 
got   that.  Aunt   Polly. 

Aunt  Polly:  (triumphantly)  I 
knew  it!  Imagine  living  in  the 
country  fifty  miles  from  nowhere 
without  a  ram.  But  I  knew  it. 
(She  opens  up  her  traveling  bag.) 
I  was  just  going  to  leave  when  1 
savs  to  John,  "I'm  goin'  into  a 
lonesome  country,  and  there's  no 
tellin'  what'll  happen.  And  I'll  bet 
they  haven't  got  a  gun  in  the 
house.''  So  I  come  forearmed.  I 
guess  I  know  the  country.  You 
can't  tell  me.  (After  diving  about 
in  the  bag  she  produces  a  small 
revolver.) 

Susan:  Look  out,  Aunt  Polly! 
Please  don't  point  it  this  way. 

Aunt  Polly:  Oh.  you  needn't  be 
afraid.  I  know  how  to  handle  a 
gun.  I  was  just  lookin'  to  see  if 
it  was  loaded  right. 

Susou:  But  what  are  you  going 
to  do  with  it? 

Aunt  Polly:  I'm  just  going  to 
put  it  right  here  on  this  window- 
sill  in  case  of  any  emergency. 
Susan  (dramatically)  we  have  just 
been  informed  by  the  operator  that 
at  half  past  ten  o'clock  last  night 
a  man  escaped  from  the  state  in- 
sane  asylum. 

Susan:  They  always  are  escap- 
ing. I  wouldn't  have  thought 
there'd  be  any  left  by  now  to  es- 
cape. 

Aunt  Polly:  And  when  last  seen 
he  was  headed  in  this  direction  ! 


Susan:  Did  the  operator  say  he 
was  on  this  road  ? 

Aunt  Polly:  He  was  headed,  she 
said,  in  the  general  direction  of 
Salisbury. 

Susan:  Oh.  that's  quite  differ- 
ent. 

Aunt  Polly:  We  can't  take  any 
chances,  Susan.  She  said  he  was 
wearing  a  .striped  costume  without 
a  hat,  and  his  shoes  had  nails  that 
show  in  the  bottom.  Hog-nails, 
the  operator  called  them ;  but 
there's  so  many  kinds  of  nails — ten 
penny  and  shingle  and  clapboard 
and  wire  and  everything — I  never 
did  pay  much  attention  to  'em.  I 
guess  it  would  be  clear  what  they 
were  all   right. 

Susan:  (mischievously)  I  do 
hope  vou'll  earn  a  reward,  Aunt 
Polly. ' 

Aunt  Polly:  It's  no  joking  mat- 
ter, I  can  tell  you.  The  man  is 
criminally  insane,  and  the)-  say  a 
desperate  character.  They  .say  he 
killed  a  man   once. 

Susan-'  Supposing  he  should 
come  in  now,  Aunt  Polly,  through 
that  door  there  (pointing  to  the 
hall  door  opposite)  do  you  know 
wdiat  I  would  do?  I  would  take 
this  biscuit — (she  moulds  up  a  lump 
of  dough  that  is  in  her  hands  and 
holds  it  up) — and  throw  it  at  him 
just  like  this!  (To  the  horror  of 
Aunt  Polly  she  throws  the  lump 
with  considerable  dexterity  plump 
against  the  hall  door.  Then  hasti- 
ly picking  up  the  bulk  of  it  she  runs 
laughing   back   into    the   kitchen.) 

Aunt  Polly:  (aghast).  And  to 
think  I've  just  invited  her  to  my 
house! 

Susaji:  (/eappearing)  Never 
fear.  Aunt  Polly!  (She  brings  in 
a  damp  cloth  and  wipes  the  re- 
mains of  the  dough  from  the  door 
and  floor.  I  didn't  put  it  in  the 
oven!  There!  It's  all  clean  again. 
I'm  sorry,  Aunt  Polly  (she  runs  up 


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and  kisses  her  impulsively),  but  you 
know  we  all  have  to  waste  more 
or  less  on  practice  shots.  I'll  wag- 
er you've  waste!  several  boxes  of 
cartridges    on   your   revolver. 

Aunt  Polly:  I'm  afraid  the  lotie- 
someness  of  the  country  isn't  good 
for  your  ner.ves,  my  dear. 

Susan  (soberl}',  beginning  to  play 
a  part)  :  That's  quite  true,  I  sup- 
pose. Do  you  know,  Aunt  Polly, 
I  often  sit  here  in  the  twilight, 
looking  out  at  the  mountains,  as 
they  grow  shaggy  with  the  darken- 
ing purple  of  the  descending  night 
upon  their  forests,  and  cry  out  my 
bitter  heart  at  the  loneliness  of  it 
all.  And  then,  as  if  in  answer  to 
me,  I  hear  the  call  of  a  whip-poor- 
will  or  the  hoot  of  an  owl.  And  I 
sit  there  inconsolable,  until  sud- 
denly a  little  star,  pops  out  above 
the  mountain.  Oh,  life  is  often 
cruel  in  the  country,  Aunt  Polly. 
I   am    sure    it    isn't   in   the   city. 

Aunt  Polly:  (very  much  affected)  : 
Poor  child  ! 

Susan :  And  then  there  are  the 
long  winter  evenings  with  (stutter- 
ing for  time)  -  with  -  as  you  say  - 
with  the  smelly  kerosene  lamps. 
And  the  cold  raw  mornings  when 
one  shivers  at  the  pump  in  the 
yard.  Ugh !  (Shivering)  but  it's 
cold  !  I'll  wager  you  haven't  wash- 
ed at  the  pump  since  vou  left  here, 
Aunt   Polly! 

Aunt  Polly:  Why,  I  never  did 
such  a  thing  in  my  life,  Susan. 
We  always  lugged  the  water  into 
the  house. 

Susan  :  (Gasping  for  time)  :  Well, 
of  course,  you  can  do  that  if  you 
want  to ;  but  as  for  me,  I  -  I  -  I 
always   preferred   the  pump ! 

Aunt  Polly:  Susan  Reynolds,  you 
donT  mean  to  tell  me  that  you 
wash  at  the  pump  in  that  yard? 
In  that  yard,  in  the  plain  sight  of 
everybody ! 

Susan :  Well,  as  you  say,  Aunt 
Polly,  there's  hardly  ever  anybody 
going  by! 


Aunt  Polly:  Well,  if  that  isn't  the 
countryfiedest  thing  ever  heard  of! 
I'm  going  right  out  there  now  and' 
look. 

Susan  (Hurriedly  and  confused- 
ly): Oh,  no  -  no  -  o!  Er-  you 
see,  the  pump  has  -  er  -  the  pump 
is  out  of  order  just  now.  We  had 
to  take  it  up.  We  -  we  -  I'll  get 
you  some  water,  Aunt  Polly.  I'll 
take  you  right  up  to  the  ba  -  the  - 
the  -  spare  room  with  it.  You  can 
wash  and  wash  there  to  your 
heart's  content.  I  should  have 
given  you  the  water  before.  You 
must  be  quite  dusty.  Sit  right 
down,  Aunt  Polly.  I'll  be  right 
back.  Please  sit  still.  (She  fair- 
ly forces  her  into  her  chair,  runs 
out  to  the  kitchen,  and  in  a  minute 
comes  back  with  a  pitcher  of 
water.)  It  was  quite  unforgive- 
able  of  me.  (With  the  pitcher  in 
one  hand  and  the  traveling  bag  in 
the  other  she  goes  into  the  front 
hall,  following  Aunt  Polly).  There 
now,  let's  go  right  up-stair.s.  The 
trains  are  very  dirty,  I  know.  They 
must  be.  This  is,  the  way  up,  you 
remember.  I  do  hope  everything 
seems  quite  natural.  (The  quick- 
ened tones  of  her  voice  die  away, 
and  in  an  instant  arc  heard  again.) 
There  now,  I  hope  you  will  be  com- 
fortable. (She  appears  in  door- 
way, calling  back)  Aunt  Polly! 
If  there's  anything  more  you  want, 
let  me  know.  (She  closes  the  hall 
door  and  stands  for  a  moment  pon- 
dering.) I  wonder  what  the)-  will 
do  to  me  when  they  find  out.  But  I 
simply  couldn't  have  shown  her  to 
the  bathroom.  Some  way  it  didn't 
seem  fair.  And  the  poor  kerosene 
lamps!  (She  laughs  and  skips 
suddenly  across  the  room  to  the 
switch.)  The  poor  long  winter 
evenings  with  the  smell  of  kero- 
sene! (She  switches  on  and  off  the 
electric  light.)  It  must  have  been 
the  oil-stove  that  bothered  her. 
That  makes  me  think — (She  goes 
out  at  right  to  kitchen.) 


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243 


(In  a  moment  the  door  from  the 
side  porch  opens,  and  Van  Deuten 
enters.  He  is  a  young-  man,  bare- 
headed, and  is  wearing-  an  athletic 
costume— a  coat  sweater  that  re- 
veals underneath  a  jersey  with 
broad  blue  and  white  hands,  ;diort 
running-  pants  that  have  a  black 
Mripc  on  the  side,  and  running 
shoes  with  half-inch  spikes  on  the 
soles.  The  shoes  force  him  to 
walk  on   his   heels   indoors.) 

Van  Deuten:  Susan!  O  Susan- 
girl  !  (He  hobbles  across  the  floor 
and  looks  out  toward  kitchen.  Sees 
nobody  and  closes  door.)  Won- 
der if  they've  gone  to  the  Field 
Day.  Confound  these  shoes. 
They're  not  the  thing  for  cross- 
country. (Kicks  them  off  in  mid- 
dle of  floor  and  stands  in  socks. 
Hesitates,  then  starts  victrola,  and 
as  the  music  catches  his  fancy,  be- 
gins to  dance.  Suddenly  notices 
"Betty"  and  going  up  to  it,  kneels 
in  mock-heroics,  then  picks  it  up 
and  dances  with  it.  Suddenly  Aunt 
Polly  appears  in  doorway  and  sees 
him,  darts  back  with  muffled  ex- 
clamation without  being-  seen.  Van 
Deuten  finishes  dance,  returns 
"Betty"  to  its  position,  .stops  vic- 
trola, and  sits  down  with  sigh  to 
read  the  paper.  His  back  is  to  the 
hall  door,  and  Aunt  Polly  reappear.-. 
cautiously  and  surveys  him.) 

Aunt  Polly  (to  herself):  Striped 
costume!  Bareheaded!  And  shoes 
with  nails  in  'em !  (She  hesitates 
for  a  moment  and  then  slips  across 
to  window,  seizes  the  revolver  and 
levels  it  at  Van  Deuten's  head.  Her 
coolness  and  self-mastery  are  evi- 
dent as  she  stands  waiting.  A- 
ware  of  something  unusual  in  the 
room,  Van  Deuten  looks  around 
and  sees  her.  He  overturns  chair 
in  his  excitement  and  falls  to  floor.) 

Van  Deuten:    My  God  ! 

Aunt  Polly:  Sit  right  where  you 
are,  young  man.  without  swearing! 
I  know  all  about  you.  (Van 
Deuten  attempts  to  speak.)     Not  a 


word!  Put  your  hands  above  your 
head.  (Van  Deuten  obeys  quick- 
ly. )     Have  you  a  hat? 

Van  Deuten  (amazed):  No,  but  my 
dear  woman — 

Aunt  Polly  (threatening  with  the 
revolver):  Not  a  word!  I  thought 
not!  You  have  no  hat!  You  ad- 
mit that.  You  wear  a  striped  cos- 
tume; anybody  can  see  it's  a  crazy 
costume.  You  cannot  deny  that. 
Your  shoes  have  nails  in  them. 
Crazy  sort  of  nails.  And  you  have 
the  face  of  a  criminally  insane  per- 
son  if    I    ever   saw  one    in    my   life! 

Van  Deuten:    There  is  some  mis — 

Aunt  Polly:  (Towering  and  threat- 
ening with  the  revolver)  Not  an- 
other word.  I  won't  stand  for  it. 
I  will  shoot  at  the  slightest  provo- 
cation. I  wll  shoot  unless  you  obey 
me  instantly.  Do  you  understand 
that,  young  man?  Answer  me, 
yes  or  no.  Do  you  understand 
that? 

Van  Deuten  (aghast):  Yes,  I  un- 
derstand. 

Aunt  Polly:  You  will — (She  hesi- 
tates, then  moves  around  room  with 
revolver  kept  pointed  at  Van 
Deuten's  head  until  she  reaches 
the  door  of  the  cupboard  at  left 
rear.  Opens  door  dramatically) 
You  will  please  to  go  in  there  at 
once.  Hurry.  (Van  Heuten  obeys 
hobbling.)  Now  if  I  hear  a  yip 
from  you,  young  man,  or  the  slight- 
est noise,  I  will  shoot  through  the 
door.  Do  you  understand?  (Van 
Deuten  is  silent.)  Answer  me, 
yes  or  no.  Do  you  understand 
that   I   will   shoot?" 

Van  Deuten  (Hopelessly):  Yes. 
(She  closes  the  door  with  a  bang 
and  locks  it.) 

Aunt  Polly:  I  must  telephone  to 
the  authorities.  (Accent  on  the  it) 
(She  hurries  to  the  telephone,  takes 
down  the  receiver  and  waits  ex- 
pecting" the  operator  to  answer.) 
Hello!  Hello!  1  never  saw  such 
a  place.  I  suppose  the  Central  is 
out  feeding  the  chickens!     Hello,  I 


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say!       (She  jigs    the    receiver-hook 
up  and  down. )     Hello  ! 

Van  Dcute.n .(From  the  cupboard): 
You'd  better  ring  the  bell,  madam. 

Aunt  Polly:  Don't  let  me  hear 
another  word  from  you,  do  you 
hear?  (Sees  bells  on  box  and  tries 
to  hit  them  together.)  1  never 
heard  of  such  an  arrangement. 
How  do  you  ring  this  bell  anyway? 
Imagine  having  a  telephone  like 
this!  (Addressing  the  cupboard) 
How  do  you  ring  the  bell?  (Xo 
answer)  (Louder)  I  say,  how  do 
you   ring   the   bell?     Are   you   deaf? 

Van  Dcvtcn:  You  requested  me 
to  be  silent,  madam,  and  I  shall 
steadfastly   refrain   from   answering. 

Aunt  Foily:  Answer  me  at  once, 
or  I   will  shoot.     Do  you  hear? 

Van  Dcuten:  You  will  have  to 
shoot  then.  This  is  a  principle, 
and  I  may  as  well  die  for  it. 

Aunt  Polly  (In 'despair  finds  knob 
and  rings):  Operator!  This  is 
Mrs.  Walker  talking.  I  want 
Emergency  !  Emergency  !  Don't 
you  understand?  E-mer-gen-c\  ! 
What  kind  of  a  place  is  this?  Oh, 
you're  emergency  too.  Yes,  I  said 
this  is  Mrs.  Walker  talking.  Mrs. 
Walker,  yes.  at  the  Reynolds  farm. 
I  want  you  to  inform  the  proper 
authorities  that  1  have  captured  the 
man  they  are  hunting  for  single- 
handed.  And  that  lie  is  at  present 
in  my  persession.  Yes,  that's  what 
I  said,  in  my  persession.  I  want 
them  to  come  and  get  him  at  once. 
At  once !  Rightaway.  do  you  un- 
derstand ?  Thank  you !  Oh,  it  was 
nothing  at  all.     It  was  very  simple! 

Van  Dcttten:  (Echoing):  Yes, 
quite  simple! 

Aunt  Polly  (Hanging  up  the  re- 
ceiver) :  Susan  !  O  Susan  !  (She 
opens  the  door  to  the  kitchen  and 
calls  loudly.)  Well,  where  have 
you  been?  (Susan  appears)  Sus- 
an, I've  caught  him,  do  you  under- 
stand ? 

Susan  (Eyeing  the  revolver)  : 
Caught  whom? 


Aunt  Polly  (Waving  the  revolv- 
er): The  man  who  escaped!  And 
I've  got  him  locked  up  right  over 
there  in  that  cupboard  ! 

Susan:     You     don't      say,      Aunt 
Polly!     How  jolly! 
■  Van   Dcuten:     Yes,  very  jolly! 

(Susan  starts  at  the  sound  of  the 
voice.) 

Aunt  Polly:  Don't  you  let  me 
hear  a  yip  from  you  again,  young 
m  a n  !  D  o  y  o u  unde r.s  t a  n  d  ?  (Sh  e 
waves  the  revolver)  Or  1  will 
'shoot!  The  idea  of  his  mocking 
us ! 

Susan  (Running  up  to  her  and 
whispering)  :  Oh,  do  be  careful, 
Aunt  Polly!  It  might  go  off.  Tell 
me,    what    does    he    look    like? 

Aunt  Polly:  Oh,  you'd  know  the 
instant  you  saw  him  that  he's  an 
escaped  lunatic.  (Groans  from  the 
the  closet)  Striped  shirt  and 
trousers  and  no  hat,  and  great  nails 
as  long  as  that  in  his  shoes.  And 
his  face — you  ought  to  see  his  face ! 
He  looks  like  a  criminally  insane 
person  if  I  ever  saw  one.  (Moans 
from  the  cupboard)  Imagine! — 
When  I  came  down  the  stairs,  he 
was  dancing  around  with  that  im- 
modest thing  in  his  arms  !  (Points 
to    Betty) 

Susan:  Say,  you're  a  brick.  Aunt 
Polly!  Y'ou're  a  heroine!  Did  he 
struggle  at  all? 

Aunt  Polly:  How  could  he?  In 
an  instant  1  had  the  revolver  at  his 
head.  "If  you  move  a  muscle," 
I  says,  "your  brains'll  never  give 
the  world  any  more  trouble!"  And 
he  wasn't  so  crazy  but  what  he  un- 
derstood   that ! 

Susan:  Oh  dear!  I'm  so  sorry! 
Oh,  what  a  vexatious  thing! 

Aunt  Polly:  What  do  you  mean, 
child?  What  is  there  to  be  sorry 
about?  I'd  like  to  know.  I  guess 
you'd  have  been  sorry  if  it  hadn't 
been  for  me  ! 

Susan:  Oh,  what  a  vexatious 
thing!  If  1  had  only  been  here — 
Just    think! — I    could    have    thrown 


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245 


the      dough-ball      right    at    him    in 

earnest!       Wouldn't    it    have      been 
jolly? 
Aunt  Polly:     1    hope   it  will  be  a 

lesson  to  the  entire  family  never  to 
stay  another  night  in  this  house 
without    a    loaded    revolver. 

Susan:  I  really  think  hereafter 
we'll  make  father  carry  one  when 
he  goes   out  to   milk   the   cows. 

■  Aunt  Polly  (Pacing  up  and  down 
the  floor)  :  I  telephoned  the  au- 
thorities and  I  expect  they'll  be 
here  for  him  most  anytime  now. 
I  hope  so ! 

Susan:  Now,  Aunt  Polly,  yon 
ought  to  know  the  country  authori- 
ties better  than  that. 

Aunt  Polly  (In  a  low  tone):  I 
shall  want  to  change  my  dress  be- 
fore they  come,  Susan.  I  should 
hate  to  have  them  find  me  like 
this.  So  I"  want  you  to  take  this 
revolver,  Susan,  and  stand  here  on 
guard.  (She  hands  her  the  re- 
volver which  Susan  takes  ginger- 
ly.) The  door  is  securely  locked, 
and  he  has  strict  orders  not  to  move 
in  the  slightest  degree.  If  he  does, 
call  me  at  once.  Be  very  careful 
of  the  revolver.  I  always  hate  to 
see  anybody  use  one  who  ain't  used 
to  it. 

Susan:  Oh.  I  quite  understand. 
You  needn't  have  the  slightest  fear. 

(Aunt  Polly  goes  out  at  left 
front.  Susan  follows  her  to  the 
door  and  listens  until  she  is  sure 
Aunt  Polly  is  on  the!  stairs.  Then 
she  struggles  with  the  revolver  un- 
til she  has  opened-  the  barrel,  when 
she  picks  care  the  cartridges  one  by 
one  and  hides  them  under  a  pillow 
on  the  sofa.) 

Susan:  There!  That's  much 
safer.  (She  then  strides  tip  toward 
the  cupboard  door  and  levels  the 
weapon  at  it.)  Hello,  the  cup- 
board ! 

J\m  Dcu ten:  Susan,  open  up,  will 
you?  That's  a  good  girl!  I've 
played  'coop'  here  about  long 
enough. 


Susan:  So  it  was  Dick!  (Ad- 
dressing him)  I  understand,  sir, 
that  you  pre  a  very  desperate  char- 
acter. 

/  'an  Deutcn:     Susan  ! 

Susan:  That  you  are  a  criminal, 
and  that  (snorting  with  glee)  one 
has  only  to  see  your  face  to  know 
at  once — 

Van  Deuten:  Wait  till  I  catch 
you  ! 

Susan:  To  know  at  once  that 
you  are  an  escaped  lunatic! 

Van  Deuten:  I'll  make  you  sorry 
for  this! 

Susan:  Not  a  word  in  there! 
Xot  a  yip  from  you,  young  man,  or 
your  brains  will  spatter  the  cup- 
board !  Do  you  understand  that 
you  are  a  prisoner?  (Chortling)  A 
prisoner?     Answer    me! 

Van  Deuten:  I've  done  nothing 
for  the  last  half  hour  but  answer 
bullying  women   like  a   school-boy! 

Susan:  It  was  high  time  that 
somebody  took  you  in  hand,  young 
man.  I   have      known      that     for 

months. 

Van  Deuten:  Oh,  I  say,  Susan, 
I  want  some  air  and  sunlight  in  my 
cell. 

Susan:  You  are  absolutely  and 
indisputably  in  my  power,  and  you 
have  no  recourse.  (She  taps  on 
the  door  with  the  revolver.)  1 
know  from  past  observations  of  you 
that  you  won't  even  start  a  hun- 
ger-strike. 

Van  Deutcn:  If  you  don't  let 
me  out,  I  shall  make  it  known  pub- 
licly that  this  utter  fool  of  a  woman 
is   a   relative  of  yours. 

Susan:  Oh.  1  should  love  to 
hear  you  when  you  make  it 
known  publicly.  I  can  just  hear 
you  at  the  postoffice  of  an  even- 
ing. (Mocking)  "Here,  was  I, 
Dick  Van  Deuten.  the  artist,  out 
for  "me  daily  trot"  after  a  morn- 
ing's hard  work  with  the  brush.  I 
was  wearing  my  running  costume — 
nothing  crazy  about  the  costume, 
gentlemen,    1    submit — when    all    of 


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a  sudden  a  perfect  fool  of  a  woman 
holds  me  up  with  a  revolver  and 
assures  me  that  I  am  an  escaped 
lunatic.  What  utter  rot.  gentle- 
men !  She  is  from  the  city,  a  rela- 
tive of  the  Reynolds  fairly,  which 
of  course  tells  you  what  an  ass  she 
must  he.  And  this  woman,  after 
insulting  me  and  repeatedly  declar- 
ing that  my  features  belong  to  the 
criminal  type,  this  woman  locks  me 
up,  gentlemen,  at  the  point  of  a 
revolver.  Locks  me  up  in  the  cup- 
board, gentlemen  !  Of  course  it  is 
obvious  that  the  whole  affair  is 
preposterous  and  that  the  Reynolds' 
and  all  their  relatives  are  perfect 
asses."  What  sympathy  will  be 
aroused  among  the  people  waiting 
for   their  mail!     I   fairly   weep! 

Van  Dcntcn:  You  hyena-woman! 
(Pounds  on  the  door) 

Susan:  Oh.  but  vengeance  is 
sweet!  And  now  shall  we  have  a 
look  at  the  prisoner,  or  shall  we 
keep  him  in  confinement  until  the 
authorities  arrive?  (She  rattles 
the  lock  as  if  unlocking  it,  while 
Van  Deuten  thumps  on  the  other 
side  of  the  door.)  Xot  just  yet, 
young  man.  The  opportunity  is 
too  glorious  not  to  prolong  it.  Do 
you  forswear  all  vengeance? 

Van  Deuten:  1*11  be  hanged  if  I 
do. 

Susan:  Half  an  hour  longer  then  ! 
Do  you  confess  your  crimes? 

Van  Deuten:  Xo.  but  I  confess 
my   criminal    intentions. 

Suscn:  Two  hours  longer  then. 
Do  you  admit  your  lunacy? 

1'an    Deuten:     Yes,    willingly. 

Susan:  Then,  as  is  the  custom  in 
this  country,  we  will  give  you 
freedom.  (She  unlocks  the  door 
and  Van  Deuten  hobbles  out. 
Susan  is  convulsed  with  laughter. 
Van  Deuten  blinks  at  the  light  and 
holds  aloft  a  jar  of  jam  he  has 
taken    from    the    cupboard.) 

Van  Deuten:  Who  said  hunger- 
strike? 

Susan:     Oh,     what     an      obvious 


criminal!  Notice  the  striped  cos- 
tume with  its  murderous  shoes. 
Mark  closely-  the  hard  lines  on  tin- 
face,  the  meager  brain  capacity, 
and  the  low  slanting  forehead1 

Van  Deuten:  Susan,  I'm  nearly 
famished  !  All  this  has  come  cm  top 
of  a  five-mile  run.  I  went  over  to 
Rumney  and  back  across  the  pas- 
tures in  55  minutes  todav. 


Susan:     Poor 


We'll 


him  some  tea  right  away!  (She 
goes  out  to  kitchen.) 

Van  Deuten:  (Opening  up  the  jam 
and  sniffing)  Now  a  feller  might 
enjoy  himself,  I  should  say,  pro- 
vided that  she-loon  stays  upstairs. 
And  provided  we're  not  visited  by 
the  authorities !  So  she's  from  the 
city!  The  most  fragrant  Reubs 
I've  ever  seen  hailed  from  some 
side-street  in  Boston  or  New  York! 
(Seeing  the  revolver  which  Susan 
has  laid  down.)  By  the  way,  why 
shouldn't  I  make  her- stay  upstairs? 
(He  thinks  for  a  minute  while  the 
idea  grows  and  then  steps  with  de- 
termination to  the  hall  door,  opens 
it  and  growls  loudly)  Er-err-r! 
woman,  you  move  a  step  at  your 
peril !  Prepare  to  di-ie.  I  have  cut 
the  jugular  veins  of  three  black 
calves,  and  now  I  shall  seek  the 
old  cow  herself !     Er-er-rr-r  ! 

(Loud  screams  are  heard  from 
upstairs.  Susan  rushes  in  from 
kitchen.) 

Susan:  Dick!  You'll  give  her 
hysterics!  (She  pushes  him  aside 
and  calls)  It's  all  right,  Aunt  Polly! 
1  have  him  completely  in  control. 
It'.s  perfectly  safe.  (To  Wan  Deu- 
ten dubiously)  I  think  she's  com- 
ing down. 

Van  Deuten:  I've  a  good  mind  to 
take  the  gun  and  drive  her  into  the 
cupboard  just  to  show  her  what  its 
like! 

Susan:     You'll  do  no  such  thing! 

(lie  beats  her  to  the  table, 
snatches  up  the  revolver  and  covers 
Aunt  Polly  as  she  enters.) 

Van       Deuten:     Er-r-r !         Not    a 


ALL  ALONE  IX  THE  COUNTRY 


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word  there!  Into  the  cupboard 
with  you ! 

(There  arc  wild  shrieks.  Susan 
chases  Van  Deuten  about  the  room, 
crying.  "It  isn't  loaded.  Aunt  Polly  ! 
Don't  be  afraid!"  Van  Deuten 
keeps  up  a  mock  growling  which 
quiets  as  he  finally  allows  Susan  to 
take   the   revolver  away  from   him.) 

Susan:  There's  really  nothing  to 
fear.     You  sec  I  let  him  out! 

Aunt   Polly:     You   let   him    out! 

Susan  (thinking  hard):  Yes,  you 
see  I — 1  had  to  get  the  tea  things. 
We  have  to  serve  tea  at  four  o'clock. 
you   know,  every  afternoon  ! 

Aunt  Polly  (Her  attention  dis- 
tracted from  Van  Deuten  by  this 
remark):  Serve  tea!  You  don't 
mean  you  serve  tea  out  here  in  the 
country  ! 

Susan  (Opening  the  door  to  kit- 
chen and  pulling  out  the  tea 
wagon)  :  Yes,  we  have  to  relieve 
the  country  life,  you  know,  as  much 
as  we  can,  so  we  always  have  a  cup 
just  before   we   do  the  milking. 

Aunt  Polly:     Well,   I    never! 

Van  Deuten:  You've  no  idea  how- 
much  easier  it  makes  the  milking! 

Aunt  Polly:  And  you  have  a  real 
tea-wagon ! 

Susan:  I  made  it  myself.  Not 
bad,  is  it?     (She  pours  the  tea.) 

Aunt  Polly:  I  feel  awfully  kind 
of   funny! 

Susan:  You  mustn't  mind  him 
(nodding  at  Van  Deuten.)  As 
soon  as  I  saw  him,  you  know,  I 
recognized   him. 

Aunt   Polly:     You    don't   mean    it! 

Susan:  Yes,  he  used  to  live  up 
this  way.  I'll  introduce  him  to  you. 
Let  me  make  you  better  acquaint- 
ed with  Air.  Van  Deuten,  Mrs. 
Walker. 

Van  Deuten  (bowing)  :  I  hope 
we're  quite. 

Aunt  Polly  (Acknowledging  the 
introduction  wide-eyed,  but  unable 
to  address  him)  :  But  what  did  he 
mean  when  he  shouted  like  that? 


Susan:  Oh,  he  just  has  fits  of 
talking  in  that  way.  It  doesn't 
mean  anything,  but  it  gave  him  an 
awfully   bad    reputation. 

Aunt  Polly:  I  should  think  it 
would. 

Susan:  Sit  down  now,  Mr.  Van 
Deuten.  and  enjoy  your  tea.  (Wan 
Deuten  glares  at  her.  but  the  temp- 
tation to  obey  is  too  great,  and  he 
sits  down  in  the  lounge-chair  where 
he  devours  the  sandwiches  and 
cakes  hungrily.)  (To  Aunt  Polly) 
Yes,  it's  a  sad  story.  Til  tell  it  to 
you.  (Whispers)  You  know  he  is 
the  descendant  of  a  very  famous 
Dutch   family. 

Aunt  Polly:     You  don't  mean   it. 

Susan:  Yes,  one  of  the  original 
patroons. 

Aunt  Polly:  I  thought  he  looked 
kind  of  dark-complected! 

Susan:  He  used  to  live  over 
here  in  the  valley  on  the  Kearsarge 
road  :  but  it  got  him  in  the  end. 

Aunt  Polly:  What  do  you  mean? 
What  got  him  ? 

Susan:  Oh.  the  loneliness  of  Xew 
Hampshire  life!  The  bleak,  de- 
serted hills !  And  the  utter  and  be- 
wildering   loneliness! 

Aunt   Polly:     Poor   fellow! 

Susan:  He  used  to  shell  beans 
for  instance  until  eleven  o'clock  at 
night  just  for  the  sociability  of  it. 
And  at  three  o'clock  in  the  morning 
he  used  to  tell  me,  it  was  such  a 
relief  to  meet  the  cows  again!  All 
day  long  he  used  to  hoe  the  weary 
rows  of  corn  without  meeting  even 
the  postman.  And  in  the  winter 
the  unending  stretches  of  dazzling 
white  snow  maddened  him  so  that 
when  he  met  a  man  one  day.  he 
didn't  know  how  to  behave  and  so 
he  killed  him.  (Van  Deuten's  face 
is  a  study  during  this  recital.) 

Aunt  Polly:  How  little  we  realize 
tragedies  like  that  in  the  city! 

Van  Deuten:  I  was  in  the  city 
once,  but  I  shall  never  be  able  to  go 
again. 


248  THE  iSRAXITE  MONTHLY 

Aunt    Polly:     Isn't      it      pathetic?  hitps  you  can   still  be  a  useful  citi- 

Really,  my  dear.  when     I    think  of  zen.     Run! 

his   sufferings,    I    can    hardly    make  Van  Dcutcn   (Going):     Madam,    I 

up   my   mind    to    turn,    him    over   to  shall   always   remember  you    in   my 

the  police.      Perhaps  if  he  only  had  prayers.      (Exit) 

a  few  months  of   real   living   in  the  Aunt  Polly   (Closing-  the  door  be- 

city.   he    would   recover,  hind   him):  Tell  them   he  got  away 

Susan:     That's    what    the    doctor  from  us,  Susan.     Tell  them  he  took 

said.  the    other    road,    down    through    the 

Aunt  Polly:     You  don't     mean  it?  pasture. 

The   doctor   said    that?     (The   honk  Susan    (Looking   out   of   the   win- 

of    an    automobile    is    heard    in    the  dow)  :    Why,    it    wasn't    the    police, 

yard.       Aunt      Polly      starts      up.)  Aunt   Polly"!     It's   Mother  and   Dad 

Here    they    are      now      after      him.  back  from  the  Field  Day! 

Quick,  young  man!     There  is  only  Aunt   Polly:     Your      mother      and 

a    minute!      (She    fairly    raises    him  father!     You    don't   mean   that    yoit 

by   the   sweater   collar.)      Take   that  own  a  motor? 

door  and  run   for  your     life.        (He  Susan:     Why   yes.     Aunt     Polly, 

slips  his  .shoes  on  some  way  as  she  Nearly   every   farmer   has   one  now- 

hurries  him  toward  the  front  door.)  adays.     You  see,    we   have    to   have 

Hide   in  the  woods;  and  if  you   can  to  have  something     to   relieve     the 

only  get  to  the  city,  inquire  for  the.  terrible  loneliness  of  country  life! 

\  .  M.  C.  A.     They  will  give  you  a  (Curtain) 
bed   and   take   care   of     you.    '  Per- 


PIPES  OF  PAN 

By  Elizabeth  Hope  Gordon 

"Come  into   the   woods,"   call   the   pipes  of   Pan, 

"Come  into  the  fields  and  play." 
Shrill  and  sweet  on  the  wind  float  the  notes  to  me, 

"Come  into  the  woods,"  they  say. 

"Afar   by    the   brook    lies    your   childhood,    lost 

With  the  coming  of  care  and  of  pain; 
If  you   pass   through  green   cresses  and   over   the   moss, 

You  may  be  as  a  chd.d  again. 

"For  the  new  baby  leaves  are  unfolding  their  hands, 

With    wee    wrinkled   palms   outspread; 
The  arbutus  breath  is  astir  on  the  breeze; 

In   the  swamp   maple   torches   flame  red. 

"So  come  to  the  woods  with  the  soul  of  a  child, 

Come  into  the  woods  away. 
See.  the  soft  grasses  bow  to   Pan's  twinkling  feet — " 

Ah,  the  lure  of  the  pipes  that  play! 


GUY  RICHARDSON 


S?M<=> 


By  Fanny  Runnelh  Poole 


In  East  Haverhill.  New  Hamp- 
shire, is  a  thrifty  white  farmhouse 
within  view  of  the  picturesque 
Moosilaivke  where  Guy  Richardson 
was  born  about  forty-five  years  ago. 
After  a  few  years,  his  father,  George 
W.  Richardson,  who  had  served 
four  years  in  the  Civil  War,  moved 
to  the  village,  keeping  the  general 
store  thirty  years,  the  post  office 
sixteen  years,  and  twice  represent- 
ing Haverhill  in  the  State  Legisla- 
ture. 

His  mother,  Ellen  Ruddick  Rich- 
ardson, a  native  of  St.  John.  N.  B.. 
was  twenty  years  president  of  the 
W.  C.  T.  U.  of  New  Hampshire, 
ah  o  a  member  of  many  charitable, 
patriotic  and  religious  societies, 
much  sought  as  a  public  speaker, 
greatly  valued  as  a  friend.  It  is  an 
ideal  childhood  that  Mr.  Richard- 
son recalls,  when  his  love  of  liter- 
ature and  natural  history  was  en- 
couraged by  helpful  parents.  Mrs. 
Richardson  died  in  March.  1919. 
The  father,  active  in  the  G.  A.  R., 
lives  at  Concord,  N.  H.  "No  one 
could  have  chosen  his  parents  with 
greater  discretion,"  as  Miss  Betham- 
Edwards  loves  to  quote  in  her 
"Mid- Victorian  Memories." 

When  Guy  was  a  little  boy  he 
had  a  unique  library,  a  printing 
press  from  which  issued  a  family 
paper  replete  with  vivid  observation 
and    imagination. 

I  thought  of  those  early  years 
when  I  listened,  last  January  16th, 
to  his  lecture,  "The  Love  of  Ani- 
mals," in  the  crowded  hall  of  the 
Boston  Public  Library.  I  follow- 
ed the  student,  eager  to  improve 
his  time,  completing  the  college 
preparatory  course  at  Tilton  Semi- 
nary in  1892,  gaining  his  A.  B.  at 
the  College  of  Liberal  Arts,  Bos- 
ton University,  in  1897.  After  ex- 
perience on  the  staff  of  several  New 


England  newspapers,  it  was  the 
natural  outcome  that  George  T. 
Angel!  should  choose  him  his  as- 
sociate in  editing  Our  Dumb  Animals, 
also  secretary  both  of  The  Ameri- 
can Humane  Society  and  the  Mass- 
achusetts S.  P.  C.  A.  After  the 
death  of  Pres.  Angell  in  March, 
1909,  he  became  chief  editor  of 
Our  Dumb  Animals,  the  first  and 
largest-circulated  periodical  of  its 
kind  in  the  world.  Mr.  Richardson 
has  studied  the  treatment  of  ani- 
mals in  European  countries ;  has 
appeared  before  Chautauquan  as- 
semblies and  man}'  humane  socie- 
ties here  and  in  England.  Ever 
seeking  new  channels  for  his  tire- 
less researches,  he  is  concerned 
with  forces  that  construct  and  up- 
lift, as  shown  in  his  editorials.  His 
pet  hobby  is  the  success  of  the  Jack 
London  Club  which  now  numbers 
176,093  members. 

In  1915,  Mr.  Richardson  was  ap- 
pointed Division  Commander  of 
the  Sons  of  Veterans,  U.  S.  A.  of 
Massachusetts,  in  1917  chosen 
National  Patriotic  Instructor  of  the 
Order,  being  much  in  request  for 
Grand  Army  addresses.  This  year 
he  was  Memorial  Dav  speaker  in 
Leominster,  Mass.  He  is  editing 
many  books  for  the  Humane  So- 
ciety ;  is  one  of  the  promoters  of 
the'national  BE  KIND  TO  ANI- 
MALS WEEK,  observed  this  vear. 
April  11-16,  and  HUMANE  SUN- 
DAY, observed  April  17th  for  the 
seventh  time.  In  a  recent  week  he 
gave  five  lectures  in  Massachusetts 
schools.  A  thorough  worker,  Mr. 
Richardson  is  a  worthy  kinsman  of 
his  uncle,  William  Ruddick,  M.  D., 
late  of  South  Boston,  whose  liberal 
sympathies  and  active  charities  are 
so  well   remembered. 

In  reading  Our  Dumb  Animals 
one    is   glad    to   note   an   underlying 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


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Guv  Richardson 


GUY  RICHARDSON  251 

fondness   for   the   best   in   literature.  All   early   in   the   Maytime  when   daylight 

One  finds     few   editors,     emerging  comes  at  tour, 

from     the     incoming    tide    of    verse,  We    blessed    the    hawthorn    blossom    that 

who    have    the    courage    to    confess  welcomed  us  ashore. 

a    real    love    for   poetry;   hill    just    the  O   beautiful    in    this    living   that   passes   like 

ether    day      our    editor      introduced  the   foam 

me    to    these    delightful    lines    fr;  m  It   is    to   go    with    sorrow    yet   come    with 

"Enchanted''      by   John      Masefield,  beauty  home. 

one  of  his  favorite  modern  masters  This    love   for    nature   and    poetic 

of  verse:  values    is    entered      into      by      Mrs. 

O  beautiful   is  love  and   to   be   free  Richardson,  formerly    Miss   Nina    L. 

Is    beautiful,    and    beautiful    are    friends.  Jaynes    of     Everett,     whom    he    hist 

Love,      freedom,      comrades,    surely    make  met   in    the    Massachusetts   S.    P.    C. 

amends  A.  offices,  and  who  is  an  enthusias- 

For    all    those    thorns    through    which,    we  tic     companion      in      her   husband's 

walk  to  death.  travels  and  studies.     Their  home  is 

God    let    us    breathe   your   beauty    with   our  in      Robimvood      avenue,        Jamaica 

breath  !  Plain. 


MY  BABY 

By  George  A.  Faster 

I've  had  a  gift,  a  precious  boon. 
From   Heaven  it  came   to  me, 
As  fragrant  as   the  breath  of  June 
Beside  the  Summer  sea. 

She  brings   me    peace   and    vast   content 
.This  little  baby   girl. 
Before  she  came,  my  steps  were  bent 
Upon  a  giddy  whirl. 

Now  I'll  not  ask  for  greater  gifts 
Than  her  soft  hands  in  mine; 
And  when  her  gaze  to  me  she  lifts 
'Tis  like  a  look  divine. 

My  baby!     Ah.  what  magic  lies 
Within   those   words  concealed. 
'Tis  like  a  bit  of  Paradise 
That's  just  to  me  revealed. 

I've  had  a  gift,  a  precious  boon, 
From   Heaven  it  came  to  me, 
As  fragrant  as  the  breath  of  June 
Beside  the  Summer  sea. 


asvi 


"LOOKING  THE  FIRST  ONE  OVER" 


By   T.   Wise   Chi 


We   were      on    our     way      to   the 

World's  St  vies.  I  was  located  then 
in  the  East,  where  the  people  liter- 
ally lived  on  baseball: — morning, 
noon  and  night,  it  was  the  food  for 
conversation  at  every  meal.  Any 
of  the  Big  League  stars  could  have 
been  elected  mayor  oi  the  city  for 
life  if  one  decided  to  live   there. 

In  the  Sunset  League  .series  that 
year,  the  race  was  nip  and  tuck. 
'Winter  hung  on  and,  made  the 
opening  late,  but  after  they  once- 
got  going,  every  afternoon  found 
on  the  average  a  thousand  fans 
gathered  at  the  playground.  They 
were  great  family  gatherings  with 
bankers  brushing  against  stone-cut- 
ters, and  lawyers,  ministers,  doc- 
tors, merchants  and  shop-workers 
all  mingling  together,  shouting  as 
with  one  voice,  and  holding  their 
breath  when  old  Bill  Sullivan  slid 
into  second.  There's  nothing  like 
it  on  this  planet.  It  is  democracy 
at  its   best. 

There  were  six  teams  in  the  race 
that  year: — the  Green-Legs,  the 
Crescents;  the  Independents,  the 
All  Stars:  the  Walkovers;  the 
Wanderers.  At  the  middle  of  the 
season,  they  were  fighting  it  out 
with  only  four  games  separating  the 
Green-Legs  who  were  in  the  lead 
and  the  Wanderers  who  occupied 
the  cellar  position.  Then  sudden- 
ly things  began  to  stir.  Under 
the  guidance  of  a  new  comer  among 
us  the  Wanderers  climbed  up  the 
ladder  and  fought  like  Trojans  to 
go  into  the  lead.  This  new  leader 
was  a  lame,  but  well-built  fellow 
who  gave  his  services  to  the  Wan- 
derers as  coach.  His  name  was 
Bill  Randall.  The  team  fielded  like 
lightning;  the  members  played  like 
lads  who  were  born  on  a  diamond. 
Then  came  the  day  when  after  a 
hard   twelve   inning  game   with    the 


Green  Legs,  the  Wanderers  came 
through  and  won  the  pennant. 

Early  in  the  season,  I  ottered  to 
take  as  my  guest  to  the  World's 
Series,  the  captain  of  the  winning 
team.  The  Wanderers  insisted 
that  Randall  go,  so  that's  how  it 
came  about  that  we  were  bowling 
over  the  roads  to  the  Middle  West 
on  what  1  believe  will  remain  for- 
ever the  trip  of  my  life. 

We  planned  our  journey  so  that 
we  would  pass  through  Randall's 
home  town  up  in  the  shadows  of 
the  Adirondack  Mountains.  He 
told  me  that  he  wished  to  see  his 
mother.  But — I  did  most  of  the 
visiting  with  her  while  he  went 
walking  in  a  woody  place  with  a 
girl  he  adored.  His  mother  was  a 
white-haired  woman  who  loved  to 
tell  of  the  time  when  the  woods 
were  filled  with  deer,  and  the  bear 
and  her  cubs  came  often  into  the 
raspberry  patch ;  of  the  time  when 
Rill's  father  tramped  four  days 
and  three  nights  on  snowshoes 
over  the  crusted  snows  lost  in  the 
big  woods  on  the  other  side  of  the 
mountain.  She  told  me  of  the 
great-grandfather  of  Bill,  a  pioneer 
who,  with  his  young  bride,  plodded 
over  the  trail  from  Concord,  New- 
Hampshire  to  Fort  Dummer  now 
called  Brattleboro,  Vermont.  The 
trail  was  a  mere  bridle  path  then, 
and  every  now  and  then  the  pioneer 
was  compelled  to  stop  and  blaze 
the  trail  anew.  As  she  told  me  the 
story  I  could  see  that  ever-increas- 
ing procession  as  it  came  over  the 
snows  of  Winter  and  under  the 
blue  skies  of  Summer  forever 
journeying  on  toward  the  Land  of 
the  Sunset.  She  told  me  how  when 
they  reached  the  winding  Connecti- 
cut River,  they  learned  of  the  going 
North  of  Eleazer  Wheelock  with 
his    two    companions    and    laborers, 


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253 


who  were  pushing  their  way  ttp  in- 
to the  hills  to  lay  the  foundations 
of  Dartmouth  College.  When  the 
young  bride  of  sixteen  summers 
heard  the  wives  of  the  settlers  tell 
how  Madame  Wheelock  had  fol- 
lowed her  husband  a  few  weeks 
later  and  had  gone  on  toward  the 
North,  the  flame  of  the  pioneer 
spirit  was  kindled  anew  within  her 
and  she  was  ready  to  eross  over 
with  hei  husband  to  the  shore  of 
Lake    Champlain. 

"Do  von  know."  Bill's  mother 
said.  "William  gets  something  be- 
sides his  red  hair  from  his  great- 
grandmother.  From  her  he  in- 
herits that  persevering  spirit  that 
helped  the  college  win  last  spring." 

Perseverance — why.  that  must 
have  been  his  middle  name.  "Never 
say  die"  was  his  motto.  But  this. 
mention  of  winning  a  college  game 
was  news  to  me.  so  1  asked  for  the 
explanation. 

The  little  white-haired  lady  pok- 
ed the  logs  together  on  the  and- 
irons and  then  sat  with  hands  fold- 
ed on  her  little  lace  apron  while 
her  mind  went  back  over  the  old 
worn  trail  of  memory,  living  again 
in  the  days  that  had  gone.  At 
length,  she  turned  and  asked,  "Are 
you  tired?"  And  then,  after  I  re- 
plied in  the  negative,  her  face  shone 
as  she  said,  "I  love  to  let  my  mind 
go  wandering  in  the  green  pastures 
of  memory."  Her  heart  was  over- 
flowing with  ?  great  joy,  and  I — 
well,  I  just  couldn't  wait  tor  her 
to  go  on!  The  fire  sent  up  a  show- 
er of  sparks,  while  the  cat  arose, 
arched  its  back,  climbed  tip  on  the 
sofa  and  resumed  its  nap  that  it 
had  begun  on  the  braided  rug  in 
front  of  the  fireplace.  Then  out  of 
the  past,  Bill's  mother  told  me  this 

story . 

*  *  *  •  * 

It  was  in  the  Fall  of  1918.  about 
the  middle  of  November,  when  the 
lads  were   beginning  to   come   back 


from  France,  and  America  was  cele- 
brating the  signing  of  the  Armis- 
tice. Up  at  the  college  on  the 
hill.  Professor  Moore  entered  the 
office  of  Dr.  Rice,  the  genial  Presi- 
dent of  the  Grasse  University.  The 
white  haired  President.  whose 
troubles  were  legion,  glanced  up 
and  asked,  "What  is  it  now.  Pro- 
fessor? No  more  pacifists  on  the 
faculty ? 

"Worse  than  that,  doctor.  Here 
is  a  letter  from  the  State  College 
expressing  their  desire  not  to  ar- 
range any  more  baseball  games 
with  us.  Their  reason  is  that  of 
late  our  teams  have  failed  to  come 
up  to  the  standard." 

"But  our  boys  have  left  college 
to  go  to  France  !  How  can  we  have 
patriotic  students  and  athletic 
teams  at  the  same  time?  I  know 
there  has  been  an  ebb  in  our  activi- 
ties. Let  me  see.  This  makes  the 
fourth  college  to  drop  us.  does  it 
not?"  The  president  sighed  as  he 
thought  of  the  time  when  the  col- 
lege was  well  represented  on  the 
athletic  field  ;  of  the  time  when  the 
college  of  the  North  Country  sent 
its  basket  ball  team  on  a  trip  to 
the  big  cities  and  came  back  with 
a  clean  slate  and  a  record  of  nine 
games  won  and  none  lost ;  of  the 
time  when  the  football  team  went 
down  to  the  larger  colleges  and  by 
their  lightning  aerial  game  together 
with  pluck  and  fight  swept  the 
heavier  opponents  oil  their  feet. 
This  ebb  in  the  athletic  reputation 
of  the  college  came  as  a  heavy 
blow,  but  nevertheless,  he  met  it 
with  courage  and  hope. 

"You  still  have  that  game 
scheduled   with    Franklin?" 

"Yes,  but  we'll  never  beat  that 
team.  Why  they  were  the  best  in 
the  East  last  year.  They  are  play- 
ing us  only  for  practice." 

"I  hope  they  get  it,"  replied  the 
president,  as  he  stepped  one  side 
while    the    other    passed    out. 


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Those  were  hard  lean  years  at 
the  smaller  colleges — those  years 
during  the  World  War.  Pro-Ger- 
manism and  Bolshevism  stretched 
forth  their  poisonous  fangs.  Fac- 
ulty members  were  bitten  and  im- 
mediately they  forgot  their  fore- 
father.- and  the  ideals  of  America. 
The  students  listened  to  the  call  of 
their  country  and  straightway  left 
the  class-rooms  for  the  training 
camps  and  then  France  and  then — 
Well,  some  have  come  back,  but 
many  of  them  will  never  return  to 
tell  of  their  ventures  over  there. 
It  was  of  the  lads  who  had  gone 
over  that  Dr.  Rice  was  thinking  as 
he  walked  down  University  Avenue 
one  day  in  the  early  Spring  of  1919. 
There  was  a  touch  of  summer  in 
the  air;  the  sap  had  rushed  to  the 
tip  of  every  living  thing:  buds  were 
bursting  and  birds  were  singing, 
for  it  was  Spring.  And  what  is  so 
rare  as  a  spring  day  in  the  North 
Country?  Yonder  is  the  winding 
river,  up  which  you  may  paddle  ten 
miles  in  a  canoe  to  the  Falls,  and 
then  a  short  "carry" — and  then — 
trout ! — great.  leaping,  beautiful 
rainbow  trout !  Beyond  are  the 
mountains  now  purple  in  the  morn- 
ing sun  and  then  gray  before  the 
coming  rain,  with  patches  of  snow 
still  glistening  here  and  there. 

As  he  turned  the  corner  on  to 
Middle  Street,  the  president  came 
face  to  face  with  William  Randall, 
who  hobbled  along  with  the  aid  of 
a  cane.  Dr.  Rice  stopped,  put  his 
arm  around  the  veteran's  shoulder 
as  he  said.  "Pdess  you,  coach,  I  am 
glad  to  welcome  you  back.  When 
did  you  arrive?  We  didn't  know 
you  were  on  the  way  home,  or  we 
would  have  been  at  the  station  to 
give  you  the  royal  welcome  that  you 
deserve."  The  venerable  university 
president  was  not  ashamed  of  the 
tears  that  welled  up  in  his  eyes. 

Randall,  six  feet  two  in  his  stock- 
ings, in  the  olive-drab  uniform  of 
the   twentv-sixth    division    with    the 


immortal  YD  on  the  shoulder,  re- 
plied, "1  came  just  as  soon  as  I 
could.  I  had  enough  of  LaRelle 
France.  Thought  I  was  coming 
on  the  Mount  Vernon  which  is 
booked  to  sail  from  Brest  today, 
but  T  met  Dr.  Slocum  there  and  lie 
fixed  it  so  that  1  came  back  on  the 
President  Grant  and  landed  in  Bos- 
ton three  days  ago.  I  then  went 
to  Aver,  got  rid  of  the  cooties  and 
then  came  here  just  as  fast  as  that 
train   would   bring  me." 

A  moment's  silence.  Each  had 
his  own  thoughts.  It  was  Dr.  Rice 
who  spoke  first. 

"Tell  me  have  you  seen  any  of 
our  boys  over  there?" 

"I  saw  Miller  and  Joyce  at  Brest, 
ran  into  Cousins  at  St.  Mihiel. 
Was  with  Brigham  after  Chateau 
Thierry.  He  went  over  with  the 
first  bunch  as  a  private.  When 
they  found  out  he  was  a  theologue, 
they  gave  him  a  commission  and 
made  him  a  chaplain.  And,  believe 
me,  he  was  in  there  all  the  time. 
No  S.  O.  S.  for  him,  I'll  tell  the 
world !  He  buried  men  all  day 
long  after  that  fight  there  in  the 
wC'ods." 

"Ah,  we're  proud  of  you,  proud  of 
you  all.  You  have  lived  up  to  all 
of  the  finest  traditions  of  the  col- 
lege and  that  is  more  than  all  the 
athletic  victories  in  the  world. 
Even  though  we  have  been  dropped 
from  the  schedules  of  every  college 
but  Franklin,  we  have  the  great 
satisfaction  of  knowing  that  our 
boys  have  been  loyal  to  the  flag." 

"What's  that — — ?  Been  drop- 
ped  ?     You   don't  mean   they've 

cut  us  oft?" 

"Yes.  Our  former  rivals  refuse 
to  plav  us  because  our  teams  have 
fallen  below  the  standard  these  last 
two  years.  But  now  that  you  shall 
be  back  to  coach  us,  I  know  that 
our  teams  will   improve." 

The  two  walked  along  together 
in  silence.  When  they  arrived  at 
the     Administration     Building     Dr. 


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Rice  stopped.  "I  have  a  conference 
In  a  few  moments.  If  I  can  be  of 
any  service  to  yon  do  not  hesitate 
lo  call  upon  me.  Good  luck  to  yon 
and  God  bless  yon.  I  am  glad  that 
v..m  art*  home  again.  Your  coming 
nas  taken  a  heavy  load  off  my 
shoulders." 

Hilda  Newcombe  sat  idly  dream- 
ing- in  her  dormitory  window  when 
t'at  coach  hobbled  past  her  line  of 
vision.  She  jumped  up  and  ran 
out  into  the  hall  shouting.  "The 
coach's  come!  the  coach's  come!'' — 
The  result  of  which  was  that  a  few 
minutes  later,  five  hundred  boys 
and  girls  stood  shouting  outside 
the  door  of  the  gymnasium  de- 
manding a  sight  of  the  returned 
veteran. 

"Altogether,  now.  the  long  cheer 
for  the  coach !  Let  er  g;o — one, 
two,  three—- — !"  shouted  Curtis,  the 
cheer  leader.  The  response  was  be- 
yond   description. 

"Speech,  speech  !" 

Randall  knew  that  he  must  re- 
spond. So  he  ran  his  fingers 
nervously  through  his  red  hair  and 
said  in  his  characteristic  style, 
"What  do  you  mean,  speech?  I'm 
glad  to  get  back  to  this  man's 
town.  Glad  to  get  back  to  this 
gym.  Prexy  just  told  me  that 
we're  up  against  it  for  athletes. 
Now,  I  want  every  mother's  son  to 
get  the  spirit  of  this  college  into 
them  and  report  at  the  held  this 
afternoon  for  baseball.  We  have 
only  one  game  on  our  schedule  and 
we  must  win  it.  You  girls  see 
that  they  get  here.  Will  you? 
That's  all  for  now !  Glad  I'm 
hack!" 

Curtis  held  up  his  hand  for 
silence  and  then  said,  "That's  what 
we  want — the  old  spirit,  that  go- 
get-em  spirit.  We're  glad  you  are 
hack,  coach,  to  give  it  to  us."  Then 
turning,  he  said,  "All  together 
nof,  let's  sing — 'Oh  Rah  for  the 
Scarlet,  Rah  for  the  Brown  !'"  They 
did.     And  as  the  old  refrain  echoed 


and  re-echoed  across  the  campus, 
the  old  spirit  was  born  anew. 
Then  and  there  was  a  resurrection 
of  the  life  that  had  been  passing 
away.  It  was  the  dawning  of  a 
new  morning  for  the  college  on  the 
hill.  But  it  was  not  until  the  fifth 
day  of  June  that  the  sun  broke 
through  the  clouds  and  the  day 
stretched  into  noon. 

April  and  May  came  and  went. 
All  the  while  Coach  Randall  was 
endeavoring  to  hammer  into  shape 
a  team  that  would  win  that  one 
game  on  the  schedule,  the  game 
with  Franklin  on  June  fifth.  It  was 
to  be  one  of  the  events  of  Com- 
mencement Week.  The  one  desire 
of  the  coach  was  to  bring  joy  into 
the  life  of  the  President  of  the 
University  by  winning-  that  game. 
Chances  for  victory  looked  very 
slim  at  first.  After  the  first  few 
days  of  practice,  Turnbull,  who,  un- 
heralded and  unsung,  had  come 
over  from  Xew  Hampshire,  showed 
promise  of  developing  into  a  good 
pitcher.  Under  the  skilful  tutelage 
of  Randall,  "Turn,"  as  the  fellows 
called  him.  developed  into  a  phe- 
nomenal twirler,  so  much  so  that 
even  the  coach  found  difficulty  in 
getting  a  hit  oft  his  delivery.  His 
curve  was  a  beauty,  with  a  hook 
on  it  that  fooled  the  coach  nearly 
every  time;  his  fast  ball  came  down 
the  groove  like  a  marble ;  while  his 
slow  ball  was  the  most  tantalizing 
of  all  things.  Around  this  pitcher 
Randall  had  developed  a  team  with 
a  stonewall  defense — but  on  the  of- 
fense—well, the  team  wasn't  there 
— that's  all. 

On  the  night  before  the  game, 
after  the  fellows  had  retired  to 
their  rooms  after  the  smoke  talk  at 
which  Prexy  and  the  coach  and  the 
captain  had  endeavored  to  instill 
courage  and  confidence  into  the 
students.  Dick  Raird  and  George 
Griffin,  both  of  whom  played  on 
the  star  nine  of  '12  and  who  had 
come  back   to   help  out   in    the   last 


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week  of  practice,  were  sitting  in 
their  room  discussing  the  pros- 
pects. 

"I  hate  to  say  it,  Dick,  but  it  looks 
to  me  like  a  ten  to  one  shot  that 
we  lose  tomorrow.  We  won't  get 
beaten  by  a  large  score  for  1  don't 
believe  Franklin'll  be  able  to  hit 
TnrnhuH  but  we've  got  no  hitters 
on  our  team  and  you  can't  win 
baseball  games  without  hitters. 
Not  a  fellow  on  that  team  can  hit 
anything  but  a  straight  ball.  Oh. 
if  we  only  had  Jewell  and  Stone  and 
Calder  we'd  win  in  a  walk.  As  it  is 
I  can't  see  any  light.'' 

Baird  had  risen  during  Griffin's 
little  outburst  and  stood  gazing  at 
the  picture  of  Steve  Jewell  that 
hung  on  the  Avail  over  the  fireplace. 
But  Jewell  could  not  come  back, 
only  in  memory.  His  was  the  star 
that  had  turned  to  gold  on  the 
service  flag.  Turning  he  said, 
"Cheer  up,  old  fellow,  something 
may  happen  yet.  You  never  can 
tell.  Remember  that  time  we  al- 
most won  that  game  from  Franklin, 
when  Larry  Joyce  dropped  a  fly  in 
the  field  and  then  Bugbee  busted 
that  outshoot  of  mine  and  sent  it 
clear  over  the  wall?" 

"Do  I?  Well  I'll  say  I  do! 
Never'll  forget'  it !  Coach  kept 
.saying  'keep  em  close/  Then  in 
the  seventh  Bugbee  hit  one  of  those 
close  ones,  so  when  he  came  up 
with  Joyce  on  second,  I  called  for 
an  out  and  you  pitched  it  but  the 
ball  never  reached  me.  I  don't  be- 
lieve anyone  ever  found  it.  The 
last  I  saw  of  it,  it  was  going  south 
west  and  climbing  all  the  time! 
Ever  since  then  I've  been  keen  for 
obeying   orders." 

Baird  walked  over  to  the  win- 
dow and  looked  out  on  the  campus. 
Some  kind-hearted  fellow  had  ar- 
ranged things  so  that  Dick  could 
have  his  old  room  again.  There 
was  the  Phi  Sig  house  just  across 
the  way.  He  listened  and  he  heard 
the  old  familiar,  "Carrv  Me  Back  to 


Old  Virginia,"  as  some  impulsive 
under-grads  went  rolicking  by  be- 
neath his  window;  he  heard  th< 
old  calls  and  yells  and  cries  from 
the  lads  who  were  making  the  old 
campus  ring  with  their  laughtei  on 
this  last  night  before  vacation;  he 
heard  the  co-eds  away  off  in  tin- 
distance  at  the  Delta  House  sing- 
ing  that    rousing,   stimulating  song 

that  recalled  pleasant  memories 

"Oh  rah  for  the  scarlet,  rah  for  the  brown. 

Rah   for  old  Grasse   College,  rah! 

We'll     pour      forth     our    praise    for     dear 

Alma   Mater, 
Rah    for    old    Grasse     College,     Rah,    Rah, 

Rah  !n 

It  was  the  old,  familiar  night  be- 
fore, when  every  alumnus  and 
ever}-  undergraduate  could  think  of 
but  one  thing  and  that — victory 
over  Franklin.  What  though,  the 
prospects  were  not  bright  for  vic- 
tory, the  students  were  all  loyal  to 
the  last  degree. 

"Gee,  Dick,  the  old  spirit's  alive 
again — listen."  And  they  sat  there 
in  the  moonlight  far  into  the  night 
thinking  of  the  days  of  long  ago. 
They  both  travelled  that  night  over 
the  trail  of  memory  and  drank  deep 
at  the  bubbling  springs  on  the  way. 
At  length  they  tumbled  into  bed. 

June  fifth  dawned  bright  and 
fair.  A  cloudless  sky  and  a  large 
number  of  returned  alumni  served 
to  hearten  the  men. 

At  one  thirty,  the  Franklin  team 
trotted  on  to  the  field  and  limber- 
ed up  for  the  game.  In  a  joking, 
carefree  manner  they  expressed  by 
their  every  act  the  confidence  which 
they  felt.' 

At  one  forty-five,  the  college  team 
ran  on  to  the  field  and  at  once  began 
to  warm  up  for  the  contest.  Ran- 
dall was  everywhere,  speaking 
words  of  encouragement  to  his 
nervous  men.  "Steady  there, 
steady,  Blake — all  set  now,  get  this 
one — man  on  first — double  it  up — 
quick  f  And  then  he  drove  the 
ball  down  toward  third  base.     Blake 


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scooped  it  up  and  threw  to  Jones 
at  second,  who,  turning  as  he 
caught    the    ball,    threw      with    the 

same  motion  to.  Badger  at  first 

"All  right,  enough."  A  wave  of  ap- 
plause swept  over  the  held.  Ran- 
dall called  his  men  around  him  and 
spoke  words  of  encouragement. 
"Play  like  that  and  we  win!  They 
can't  score  on  us  and  we'll  find  a 
way  to  score  on  them.  Tire  that 
pitcher  out.  He  can't  last.  Make 
him  work.  Remember  now  every- 
one of  you — let  the  first  ball  go  by 
every  time.  Then  wait  'em  out. 
Go  to  it  and  the  best  of  luck.  Cher 
the  top!" 

The  grandstand  was  crowded 
full.  There  were  fathers  and 
mothers  and  uncles  and  aunts  and 
alumni  and  sweethearts — oh  yes, 
there  were  sweethearts,  who  had 
been  lazily  canoeing  all  morning; 
the}-  were  all  there,  massed  to- 
gether beneath  the  huge  scarlet  ban- 
ner on  which  the  name  of  the  col- 
lege was  written  in  letters  of 
brown.  The  college  paper  report- 
ing- the  events  later  referred  to  the 
stands  as  being  a  riot  of  color.  It 
was — a  riot  of  scarlet  and  brown. 

As  the  players  trotted  out  to 
their  positions  and  Turnbull  threw 
the  ball  a  couple  times  over  the 
plate  to  Curran,  whose  catching  had 
a  resemblance  to  that  of  Bill  Carri- 
gan,  there  was  a  silence  in  the 
stands.  Then  Curtis,  Fields  and 
Miller,  the  cheerleaders,  in  their 
scarlet  sweaters  and  white  trous- 
ers, flourished  their  brown  mega- 
phones and  shouted— "All  together 
now  the  long  yell  for  the  team — " 
and  then  with  arms  held  aloft,  they 
waited  until  all  had  filled  their 
lungs :— "What's  the  matter  with 
Grasse?"  Back  came  the  answer 
rolling    like      thunder,      "She's      all 

right!" "Who's        all  right?" 

"Grasse-she  is,  she  is,  she  is  all 
right!" 

President  Rice  leaned  over  and  re- 
marked to  Major  Conlon  "I  haven't 


seen  anything  like  it  for  three 
years.  Do  you  knew.  J  feci  that 
we  are  going  to  win.  1  feel  as 
though   it  were   our  game  now." 

The  umpire  adjusted  his  mask 
and  protector  and  then  from  his 
position  behind  Curran  called  out — 
"Play  ball!" 

And  the  game  was  on.  The  one 
game  of  the  year,  on  which  the 
future  of  the  college  rested.  With 
victory  the  president  knew  that  he 
would  be  able  to  go  to  the  alumni 
for  the  funds  to  build  what  the  war 
had  torn  down.  Defeat  meant 
waiting  and  struggling  against 
heavy  odds — perhaps  disaster! 
Victory  meant  life.  It  meant  in- 
creased revenue.  It  meant  a  well- 
paid  and  contented  faculty.  Defeat 
meant  death.  It  meant  decreased 
revenue.  It  meant  an  underpaid 
and  disgruntled  faculty. 

Mathews,  the  big  left  fielder  for 
the  Franklins,  swung  two  bats  back 
and  forth,  and  then,  after  tossing 
one  of  them  aside,  he  walked  up  to 
the  plate.  All  was  silence.  He  gave 
his  cap  a  nervous  pull  down  over 
hi.s  left  eye  and  then  waited.  Three 
times  he  swung  at  the  ball  and  miss- 
ed every  time. 

"Batter  out,"  said  the  umpire. 

The  Grasse  rooters  cheered. 
Coldini  stepped  up  to  the  plate  and 
knocked  the  first  ball  sizzling  down 
the  third  base  line.  Just  before  it 
reached  Blake,  the  ball  hit  a  stone 
and  caromed  off  to  the  outfield. 
McGinnis  could  not  reach  it  and 
before  Curtis  could  get  in  from  left 
field  and  throw  it  to  Jones,  Colidin 
had  reached  second  base.  The 
Franklin  rooters  roared.  "Nothing 
to  it,  nothing  to  it!"  That  cheer 
.swept  across  the  field  and  instead  of 
disconcerting  had  rather  the  effect 
of  steadying  young  Turnbull  who 
gave  Coldini  the  privilege  of  watch- 
ing the  next  two  batters  strike  out. 

"Nice  work.  Turn,"  said  the  coach 
as  the  team  came  running  in  while 
the  Grasse  rooters  went  wild.     The 


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coach  continued  to  talk.  ''Take  off 
your  hat  to  the  ladies,  Turn,  now 
then  Short,  stand  up  therer  and  wait 
them    cut.     Don't    swing  at    any   of 

them  and  remember  ad  of  you 
every  time — look  the  first  one  over — 
see  what  that  p-tcher's  got — tire 
him  oat — go  to  it  !" 

Short  obeyed  orders  and  was  re- 
warded by  a  base  on  bads. 

"Wild  as  a  hawk,"  shouted  an 
enthusiastic  Grasse  supporter. 

"Nothing  to  it/'  said  the  coach  to 
Curran  as  though  he  really  believ- 
ed it.  But  MacMahon,  the  Franklin 
pitcher,  was  apparently  due  for  a 
good  game  and  shov.-ed  that  he  de- 
served all  of  the  tine  things  that  the 
press  had  written  about  him.  For 
after  Jones  got  to  first  on  an  error. 
Curran  popped  up  a  little  fly,  Blake 
struck  out.  and  Jones  was  caught 
off  first  base. 

Neither  team  scored  in  the  sec- 
ond nor  again  in  the  third.  In  the 
fourth,  Franklin  got  a  man  around 
to  third,  with  only  one  man  out. 
Dr.  Rice,  sitting  on  the  edge  of  his 
seat,  expressed  by  his  rigid  pos- 
ture the  tension  of  the  whole  stand 
of  rooters.  Curran  ran  out  to  Turn- 
bull,  whispered  a  word  of  encour- 
agement and  then  went  back  to  his 
position  and  signalled  for  a  wide 
ball.  Turnbull  threw  it  and  Cur- 
ran snapped  it  in  time  to  third  to 
catch  Humphries  who  had  taken 
too  big  a  lead.  A  drop,  an  out  and 
a  fast  ball  caused  Xicol  to  fan  the 
air  three  times  and  the  side  was 
out  and  the  suspension  was  over. 
The  weight  was  lifted  from  the 
shoulders  of  President  Rice.  Un- 
der the  direction  of  the  cheer-lead- 
ers the  old  song  swept  across  the 
diamond,  while  Major  Conlon  pok- 
ed Dr.  Rice  with  his  cane  and  said, 
"If  the)'  win  this  game  I'll  build  a 
new  gymn  in  memory  of  Jewell." 
The  coach  in  a  surprisingly  gentle 
tone  gathered  the  players  around 
him  and  said,  "Boys,  I  want  to  win 
this   game   more    than    any    game    1 


ever  played  in  myself,  not  for  my 
sake  but  for  the  sake  of  Prexy  up 
there.  Look  at  him.  He's  been 
through  a  lot  and  he  deserves  a 
winning  team.  We've  got  to  give 
it  to  him.  Badger  up.  Remember 
Ut  the  first  ball  go  by." 

Up  in  the  stands,  Dick  Baird  and 
George  Griffin  sat  about  as  easily 
as  a  schoolboy  just  before  recess  or 
a  bridegroom  just  before  the  cru- 
cial moment.  Dick  looked  at  Grif- 
fin, whose  face  was  white  and 
still;  with  him  it  had  ceased  to  be 
a  game  between  eighteen  men  on 
the  diamond  but  a  struggle  for  a 
new  gymn.  He  had  overheard  the 
Major's  promise. 

"I  say,  Griff,  what's  the  idea  in 
Randall's  making  them  let  the  first 
ball  go  by?  That  pitcher's  wise  to 
the  fact  that  they  aren't  hitting  his 
first  one  and  he's  just  sending 
straight  ones  down  the  groove. 
See !  Strike  one.  Same  old  story."' 
Something"  inside  of  him  made 
Griffin  think  of  that  disastrous 
game  when  he  disobeyed  the 
coach's  instructions.  He  replied, 
"I  don't  know.  But  orders  are 
orders.  And  those  kids  will  follow 
him   through   to   the  end." 

Five,  six.  .seven,  eight  innings 
came  and  went  without  any  scor- 
ing by  either  team.  In  the  first 
half  of  the  ninth  inning,  the  Frank- 
lin team  made  a  desperate  effort 
but  the  scarlet  team  pulled  off  the 
cleverest  double  play  ever  seen  on 
the  field  and  stopped  the  rally  just 
as  it  began. 

As  the  players  came  in  to  the 
bench,  Turnbull  pulled  his  sweater 
over  his  pitching  arm,  took  another 
chew  of  slippery  elm  bark  and 
said,  "Looks  like  extra  innings, 
coach." 

"Extra  innings  nothing!  Here's 
where  we  win  the  old  ball  game. 
Head  of  the  order'.s  up.  Short, 
Jones.  Curran  come  here.  The 
players    named    ben!  and    the 

coach  whispered  to  each 


LOOKING  THE  FIRST  ONE  OVER 


259 


one  of  them  and  then  said  aloud, 
"Now  go  to  it.  We've  got  them 
just  where  we  want  them.  You've 
got    to    win!"    and    then    in    a    voice 

that  choked  a  bit  he  asked  quietly. 
"Can  you  do  it?"  The  three  men 
answered  with  one  voice, — "We'll 
do   our    best." 

Short  stepped  up  to  the  plate. 
The  first  ball  hit  him  in  the  side. 
lie  crumpled  up  in  a  heap  as  he 
fell  on  the  plate.  As  they  helped 
him  to  the  bench  he  muttered  some- 
thing about,  "Fooled  me — I'm  all 
right — got  to  win — ouch,"  as  he 
doubled   up   in   pain. 

'"Beaman,  run  for  Short,"  jcall- 
ed  out  Randall  as  he  helped  the 
fastest  runner  in  the  college  take 
off  his  sweater.  Twice  that  spring, 
Beaman  had  trotted  down  the  cen- 
tury in  ten  fiat  and  once  in  nine 
and  four-fifths. 

The  cheerers  had  forgotten  to 
yell  for  a  minute  or  two  but  sud- 
denly the  spell  was  broken,  the  ten- 
sion was  released  and  a  cheer  went 
up  for  Short  and  then  another  for 
Beaman;  and  then  one  fur  Jones 
rang  out   on    the   June   air. 

White  fleecy  clouds  were  floating 
lazily  in  the  sky.  Jones  did  not 
see  them.  The  whole  college  sec- 
tion arose  as  one  man  and  waved 
scarlet  and  brown  pennants  aloft. 
Jones  did  not  see  them.  All  he 
saw  was  the  pitcher  standing  be- 
fore him.  He  saw  him  raise  his 
arm  and  then  throw  the  ball.  For 
one  brief  instant,  he  saw  that  ball 
coming  down  the  groove.  Then 
he  swung  his  bat  to  meet  it.  Crack! 
The  sound  rang  out  like  a  pistol 
shot.  On.  on  the  ball  sped.  As  it 
went  over  second  base  it  was  about 
ten  feet  high  in  the  air,  but  as  it 
went  over  the  center  fielder's  head 
it  was  rising  higher  and  still  high- 
er. It  was  the  longest  hit  ever 
made  on  that  field.  As  the  ball 
left  the  pitcher's  hand,  Beaman 
was  off,  flashing  toward  second 
and  then  third  and  then  across  the 


plate  he  sped  and  then — pande- 
monium ! 

What's  the  use.  of  trying  to  des- 
cribe thai  riot  of  hilarious  joy.  It 
would  take  one  of  those  mob- 
psychology    fellows   to   do    it. 

Thai  evening,  between  dances  at 
tiie  Piuiu  in  the  gymn.  Griffin  and 
Baird  went  down  stairs  to  the 
coach's  room  and  found  him  there. 
"Some  strenuous  day  I'll  say. 
Some  game.  Some  little  head- 
work,  too,"  laughed  Baird  as  he 
slapped   the  coach   on   the   shoulder. 

Randall  looked  up  and  asked, 
'AY ere  you  wise?" 

"No,  it  never  dawned  on  us  un- 
til  after   it   happened." 

Idle  coach  arose  as  he  said,  "All 
spring  long,  I've  trained  those 
fellows  to  hit  a  straight  ball.  When 
they  started  they  couldn't  hit  any- 
thing. All  they  could  do  was  to 
field.  You  fellows  did  a  whole  lot 
towards  polishing  up  that  end  of 
it.  Never  .saw  anything  like  that 
exhibition  this  afternoon  for  fast 
fieldng.  But  they  couldn't  hit.  So 
I  took  them  one  by  one  and  trained 
them.  Just  like  you  trained  that 
youngster  of  yours  to  walk,  Dick. 
First  I  lobbed  slow  ones,  and  then 
as  they  learned  how  to  take  that 
horizontal  swing,  and  then  as  they 
got  so  they  could  see  the  ball,  I 
kept  increasing  the  speed  until  I 
got  them  so  they  could  spank  it 
right  on  the  nose.  Well,  they  im- 
proved. Not  a  curve-ball  did  I 
throw-  to  them,  not  a  hook,  not  a 
drop — just  straight  right  over  the 
middle  of  the  plate.  Guess  you 
fellows  thought  I  was  crazy.  But 
I  knew  that  MaeMahon's  strength 
lay  in  his  curve  ball.  I  also  knew 
that  he  usually  weakened  and 
would  take  every  opportunity  to 
rest  his  arm  by  throwing  straight 
ones  whenever  he  dared.  So  we 
gave  him  just  what  he  wanted. 
When  he  di.-covered  that  the  men 
were  passing  up  the  first  one  every 
time,    he    began    throwing    straight 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


ones  to  every  man  as  he  stepped 
up  to  bat.  The  rest  was  simple. 
Short's  misfortune  gave  us  Bea- 
man  on  first,  and  then  Jones 
smashed       that      first       bal 


MacMahon      hurled   at     him. 


that 
And 

then — well  you  know  the  rest." 
lie  rose  and  stood  by  the  desk. 
Suddenly  he  felt  a  hand  on  his 
shoidder,  and  turning  he  saw  Dr. 
Rice. 

"I  thought  that  perhaps  you 
might  be  alone,  and  I  want  so  to 
thank  you   for   the  victory.'' 

"If  you  are  pleased  then  I  have 
my   reward." 

"W  ill  you  please  draw  up  any 
plans  you  might  have  in  mind  for 
a  new  gymnasium,  Mr.  Randall, 
and  present  them  to  me  as  soon  as 
possible?"  The  president  smiled. 
The  coach  stared  as  he  exclaimed, 
"What !" 

"Yes,  Major  Conlon  is  going  to 
give    us   one   in    memory    of  Jewell. 


This  has  been  a  great  day  for 
Grasse  College.  It  seems  as  though 
it  were  the  dawn  of  a  new  and 
better  day." 

"Oh  boy,  just  watch  us  next 
year.  We're  going  after  curved 
balls  then." 

*  *  * 

The  fire  had  burned  low  in  the 
fireplace.  Mrs.  Randall  arose  and 
said — "That's  William  now.  Did 
you  hear  him  ?  Why  !  It's  half 
past  twelve.  I  hope  that  I  haven't 
bored  you." 

Well  I  wish  that  we  had  more 
mothers  in  the  world  like  Bill's.  It 
was  not  necessary  for  Randall  to 
inform  me  that  he  did  not  intend  to 
return  home  with  me.  And'  when 
I  did  return  after  that  wonderful 
World's  Series,  it  did  not  surprise 
mi-  to  learn  that  the  two  leading 
hitters  in  the  Sunset  League  had 
enrolled  as  .students  at  Grasse 
College. 


GUIDES 


Bx   Robert   Hallam 


When,   weary   with   long  miles,  alone    I   stand 
At    unknown    cross    roads    at    the    fall    of   night, 
Perhaps  the  gude-post  that  doth  meet  my  sight 
With   metalled   letters  and   directing  hand 
Precise,  impartial,  plain  to  understand, 
Cold,  pedagogic,  shows  which  path  is  right. 
Mechanical  I  plod  in  fading  light 
Yearning,  naught  else,  to  reach  the  goal  1  planned. 
Or,  ma\d_>e,  slumb'ring  in  the  mould's  caress 
Some  ancient  milestone's  moss-filmed  line  I  trace: 
Or  under  drooping  elm  the  white,  kind  face 
Of  time-dim  signboard  does  the  way  confess. 
Informed  and  cheered,   I,  as   from  warm   embrace 
And    parent's    counsel,    singing,    forward    press! 


A  FEW  PAGES  OF  POETRY 

Tfirough     the     kindness     of  Mr.  year   1921.       The  judges  are    Prof. 

irokes    More   a   prize   of   $:>0   is   of-  Katharine      Lee      Bates    Mr    W    S 

ered   tor  the  best   poem     published  Braithwaite   and    former     Governor 

n  the   Granite   Monthly  during   the  John  If.  Harriett. 

OPPORTUNITY 

By  Alihine  Scholes  Lear 

The  angel  Opportunity 

Knocked  at   my  door   one  day 
Put  f   knew  nut   that  it  was  he,' 
So  let  him  go  away. 

And  when  too  late  I  learned  his  name. 

My   grief   was   deep  and   sore, 
For  it  was  said  when  thus  he  came, 

That   he  would  come  no  more. 

I  sought  him  in  the  busy  street, 

And   quiet   country   lane, 
And  then  one  day  we  chanced  to  meet 

When   all  my  quest  seemed   vain. 

Me  kindly  looked  on  me  and  smiled, 

And  this  he  told  me  then: — 
"Fret  not  thyself  nor  grieve,  dear  child. 

For  lo,  I  come  again!'' 

'"Each  morning  when  the  golden  gate 

Of  day  swings  open  wide, 
I  stand  beside  thy  door  and  wait 

To  be  thy  help  and  guide. 

"Thy  future  is  at  thy  command, 

To  fate  thou  need'st  not  bow, 
J   offer   thee   in   outstretched   hand 

The  best  of  here  and  now. 

"Put   failures   and  mistakes  away, 

To  thine  own  self  be  true, 
And   with   the   dawn   of   each   new  day 

Begin   thy  life  anew." 

Me  spake,  and  now  no  more  forlorn 

I  sigh  for  what  might  be, 
Put  grateful   find   with  each  glad  morn 

My  opportunity. 


<2<o2. 


THE  IMMORTAL  SPARK 

By  M.  R.  Cole 

The    Express   swung  on   at    desperate   speed, 
Winged  by  our  fancied  modern  need; 
Past  hills,  fresh-tinted  by  the  hand  of  Spring, 
Through  radiant  vales  in  joy  out-blossoming, 
Where    to    the   bending    willows    little   brooks 
Sang  of  the  deep  ravines  and   forest  nooks. 
But  not  on  these  are  passengers  intent; 
Each   eye   is  on  the  mornng  paper  bent; 
Each  hat  displays  a  ticket  in  the  band, 
Planted  and  culled  by  deft  conductor's  hand, 
Lest,  through  a   side-long  glance,  or  friendly  sign, 
Readers  should  cheat  themselves  of  half  a  line. 

Sudden  a   whistle,  then  a   sickening  grind  ; 
A  jerk,  as  from  some  furious  pull  behind  ; 
Back,  back  the  panting  steed  of  steel  is  thrown 
Upon  his   haunches.     Instant  every  one 
Starts  up   from   grisly   war-news, — mimic   war 
Of  Stocks.     "What's  that?"  rings  through  the  quivering- 
ear. 
"No  danger!''     "Steady!"     "Something's  on  the  track!" 

What  was  it?     Brakeman  Jack, 

Riding   the   freight,   could   tell; 

And   Fireman  Bill  as  well, — 

He   blew    that    whistle.     Dumb    with    fright, 

He   watched    the    little   girl,    (a    sickening   sight,) 

S<\art  back, 

And,  stumbling,  fall  upon   the  outer  track, 

Across  the   rails,  vibrant   with  coming  death 

As  the  Express  dashed  forward. 

Bill  found  breath: 
"Brakes  on!" 

He  leaped,  and   struck  a  foot  away 
From    where   the    child,    screaming   in    terror,    lay. 
Biuised  and  half-dazed,  he  still   could  stretch  an  arm, 
And  drag  the  little  creature  safe  from  harm. 
Then  the  loud  thunder  dulled  upon  his  ear. 
He  sank  inert,  too  faint  to  know  or  care 
Whether  the  grim   steel  monster  grazed  a  limb, 
Or  ripped  his  coat  off,  or  quite  finished  him. 

"He's  dead?"  "No,  only  stunned-like !"  "And  the  child?" 
"Not  a  blame  scratch,  thank  God!"     The  Agent  smiled: 
"So  long,  old  man  !  a  plucky  chap,  I  say !" 
"O,  right  you  are!     So  long!" 

No   more   delay ; 
The   mad    Express    tears   on    its    headlong   way. 


QfcS 


O  not  to  light  thine  altar  sacrifice, 

Deucalion,  or  kir.dk-  Pyrra's  hearth, 

Did   the   great    Titan   bring-   the   fire  to  earth. 

He  -shrined  the  immortal  spark 

Within  the  dark 

Recesses  of  our  hearts,    removed    from   mortal    eyes. 

It  burns  forever,  there ;  yet  banked   so  deep 

In    -reed,    and    selfishness   and   slothful   sleep, 

That   oft 

We  deem   the  light  extinct.     Yet  will   it  leap, 

Sometimes,   with   dazzling-   flame  aloft 

In  simple,  kindly  soul,  like  Bill. 

Then  doubt  is  shamed,  and  cavil's  tongue  is  still. 


DAY-TIME 

By  Mary  E.   Hough 

Last   night   the   storm-god    gloated   in   his   power. 

And  emptied  out  the  vials  of  his  wrath. 

The   sulphurous  blast   smote   every   tree   and   flower 

That  en  me  within  the  vortex  of  his  path. 

But   now  at  last  the  great  war-host  has  gone 

And   weary   hearts   rejoice, — for   it   is  dawn. 

Yet  doubtfully   we  ask  the  cloud-banks  yonder 
What   dim.  anaemic   light   shines   in   the    East, 
Can  this  be  morning? — and   we  vaguely  wonder 
If  the  great  tempest  of  the  night  has  ceased. 
No  sunbeam  strikes  across  the  ashen  gray, 
And  yet  the  dawn  has  past,  and  it  is  day. 

What  though  a  presence  saturnine  and  drear, 

Still    lowers?     The   daylight   warns   us   to   be  wakingi 

What  though  the  day  itself  suggest  the  fear 

That  it  but  hides  another  night   in  making? 

A  lurking  evil  always  fears  the  light, 

The  day-time  makes   us   ready   for   the   night. 

And   if  there   comes  another  night  of  weeping, 
Because-  the  storm-god  gloated  in  his  power; 
And  all   his  horrid   brood,   their  venom  keeping 
For   a   black  night,  an   unexpected   hour, 
Rush  forth  to  harass  and  to  foully  slay — 
For  this  we  were  prepared,  while  it  was  day. 

Through  all  the  years  since  ages  first  began, 
The  clouds  have  always  kept  their  silver  lining; 
Past  loss  has  been  retrieved  by  work  of  man, 
Somewhere   the    sun    has   faithfully    kept   shining. 
New  days  will  come  as  they  have  come  before — 
New  light  will  break  upon  a  storm-wrecked  shore. 


=2<i=4 


THE  SECOND  PERMANENT 
NEW  ENGLAND  SETTLEMENT 


v  Ida  Charlotte  Rol 


We  are.  all  reviewing  our  his- 
tory during  this  three  hundredth 
anniversary  oi  the  landing  of  the 
Pilgrim  Fathers  and  while  reading 
the  numberless  volumes  of  the 
Plymouth 'colony,  we  should  not 
froget  that  three  years  later  the 
second  permanent  settlement  in 
New  England  was  made  in  Xew 
Hampshire  on  Dover  Neck,  oi 
which  there  is  scant  record.  One 
historian  has  said  that  "the  early 
history  of  Xew  Hampshire  is  be- 
set with  difficulties.  Happily  its 
importance  is  not  equal  to  its  in- 
tricacies." Most  people  will  differ 
with  him  and  agree  that  begin- 
nings are  always  significant,  es- 
pecially such  an  one  as  that  of 
Dover  Xeck  for  from  it  evolved 
man}-  a  thriving  settlement.  From 
the  pioneers  of  this  first  Xew 
Hampshire  colony  have  descended 
thousands  of  people.  From  one 
emigrant  and  his  wife  a  Boston  man 
has  collected  the  names  of  twenty 
thousand  descendants  and  he  claims 
to  have  only  an   incomplete   list. 

For  the  wisdom  of  the  Hilton 
brothers— William  and  Edward, 
and  their  associates.  Thomas  Rob- 
erts, David  Thompson  and  per- 
haps others.  who  chose  Dover 
Xeck  for  the  first  plantation  in 
what  is  now  Xew  Hampshire,  one 
has    only   admiration. 

A  narrow  strip  of  land  project- 
ing into  the  Piscataqua  river, 
washed  on  its  sides  by  the  Cocheco 
and  Bellamy  rivers  (called  in  early 
days  the  Fore  air'  Back  rivers)  in 
which  were  valuable  foods,  quanti- 
ties of  fish,  oysters,  clams  and  lob- 
sters at  their  very  back  doors. 
Wild  game  for  the  shooting  or  trap- 
ping, choke  cherries,  trailing  black- 
berries, raspberries,  and  other  wild 


fruits  for  the  gathering,  a  fertile 
soil    itching   to   be    tilled,    a   climate 

whose  rigor  is  modified  by  the  salt 
water,  wood  and  fresh  water  in 
abundance,  all  provided  a  welcome 
to  the  hardy  band  of  fishermen  who 
came  from  London  in  the  spring  of 
1623  and  took  up  their  dwelling 
place  on  what  is  now  Dover  Point. 
Doubtless  the  lure  of  the  fishing 
about  the  Isles  of  Shoals  which  be- 
gan to  be  regularl v  visited  nine 
years  before,  drew  this  little  com- 
pany to  the  wilds  of  America.  Xot 
for  religious  reasons  did  they  leave 
England,  though  they  were  men  of 
religion,  but  that  they  might  ;he 
more  advantageously  ply  their 
trade  of  fishing. 

Of  the  early  struggles  of  these 
emigrants  we  have  btit  scraps  of 
information.  Evidently  in  their 
humility  those  men  did  not  realize 
that  they  were  making  history  and 
that,  in  justice  to  their  posterity, 
the  school  children  in  particular, 
they  should  have  left  a  full  and 
painstaking  account  of  their  every 
act.  Some  of  them,  to  be  sure, 
made  wills  by  which  their  proper- 
ty might  be  disposed,  documents  of 
more  than  ordinary  interest  for 
they  give  us  an  insight  into  the 
makers  of  them.  These  wills  were 
vastly  different  from  the  brief  legal 
sounding  instruments  of  today, 
when  by  a  simple  hundred  words 
one  may  bequeath  millions  of  dol- 
la~s,  if  he  happen  to  have  the  mill- 
ions. Knowing  little  of  the  early 
settlers,  posterity  can  only  weave 
in  fancv  a  halo  about  the  heads  of 
the  Piscataqua  pioneers  whose 
blood  after  this  lapse  of  years  has 
become  a  deep  rich  blue  after  the 
manner   of   distant  mountains. 

Reinforced     in    1633    by  a   larger 


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band  of  emigrants  made  up  of  "a 
company  of  persons  of  good  estate 
and  some  account  for  religion"  and 
by  still  another  in  1639  the  com- 
munity developed  from  a  fishing 
station  into  a  center  where  busi- 
ness of  nian\-  needful  kinds  was 
carried  en,  with  homes  as  comfort- 
able as  might  be. 

With  the  addition  of  the  Captain 
Wiggins  company  in  1633,  a  church 
was  organized,  the  First  Parish 
Church  of  Dover,  with  the  Rever- 
end William  Leverich,  Puritan,  as 
minister.  Whether  because  of 
hardships,  or  because  he  lacked 
sympathy  with  the  members  who 
believed  that  all  whose  creeds  dif- 
fered from  their  own  should  be  ex- 
cluded, is  not  positively  known,  but 
for  some  reason  the  first  minister 
did  nut  long  remain  with  his 
charge.  In  1639  a  rude  church  was 
built  of  logs,  plastered  both  inside 
and  out.  The  church  had  two 
ruling  elders.  Edward  Starbuck 
and  Hatevil  Nutter,  each  of  whom 
was  styled  "elder"  in  every  day  life. 
Hie  latter  remained  in  office  until 
his  death  in  1675.  His  Christnn 
name  was  corrupted  into  Hatville 
and  Hat  well  by  some  of  his  des- 
cendants. Others  of  his  descend- 
ants have  borne  the  Christian  name 
Love,  to  prove  perhaps  that  the 
world   is   progressing. 

To  the  earlv  settlers  the  Indians 
were  most  friendly,  giving  the 
white  people  a  warm  welcome. 
1  he  two  races  were  favorable  to 
each  other  until  1675  when  trouble 
arose  resulting  in  several  massa- 
cres, in  one  of  which  twenty-three 
persons  were  killed  and  twenty-nine 
taken  captive.  It  is  a  fact  worth 
noting  that  in  all  the  Indian  mas- 
sacres in  that  region  members  of 
the  Friends  Meeting  were  never 
molested,  probably  because  the  red 
men  every  where  were  aware  of  the 
friendship  of  William  Penn  for 
the   people   of   their   race. 


This  brings  us  to  the  noteworthy 
advent  of  three  Quaker  women, 
Anne  Coleman,  Alice  Ambrose,  and 
Mary  Tompkins,  who  appeared  in 
the  Dover  country  in  December, 
1662,  for  the  purpose  of  propagating 
their  doctrines.  Tolerance  fur  the 
beliefs  of  others  had  not  yet  be- 
come either  an  individual  or  a  civic 
virtue,  and  for  that  reason  we 
should  not  stand  aghast  because 
Major  Waldron  issued  the  follow- 
ing edict : 

"To  the  constables  of  Dover, 
Hampton,  Salisbury.  Newbury, 
Rowley,  Ipswich,  Wenham,  Lynn, 
Boston,  Roxbury,  Dedham  and  un- 
til these  vagabond  Quakers  are 
carried  out  of  this  jurisdiction. 

You,  and  every  one  of  you,  are 
required,  in  the  King's  Majesty's 
name,  to  take  these  vagabond 
Quakers,  Anne  Coleman,  Mary 
Tompkins,  and  Alice  Ambrose,  and 
make  them  fast  to  the  cart's  tail, 
and  driving  the  cart  through  your 
several  towns,  to  whip  them  upon 
their  naked  backs  not  exceeding  ten 
stripes  apiece  on  each  of  them,  in 
each  town  ;  and  so  to  convey  them 
from  constable  to  constable  till 
they  are  out  of  this  jurisdiction,  as 
you  will  answer  it  at  your  peril ; 
and   this   shall   be   your   warrant. 

Dated  at  Dover,  December  22. 
1662.     Richard  Waldron." 

The  marshal  of  the  province  was 
John  Roberts  and  the  constable  was 
his  brother,  Thomas,  both  being 
sons  of  Thomas  Roberts,  emigrant, 
who  had  been  associated  with  the 
Hilton  brothers  in  making  the  set- 
tlement on  Dover  Xeck.  This 
emigrant  was  one  of  the  few  men 
in  the  region  entitled  to  be  called 
"Mr.";  he  was  a  former  president 
of  the  court  or  governor  of  the 
colony  and  was  a  member  in  good 
standing  of  the  First  Parish  Church. 
The  two  officers  were  truly  zealous 
in  their  love  of  duty,  not  to  say  of- 
fice, and   abetted  by   Elder   Hatevil 


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Nutter  they  carried  out  Major 
Waldron's  order  to  the  letter,  whip- 
mg  the  unfortunate  women  on  their 
bare   backs, -driving     them      in    the 

bitter  cold  of  December  to  the  next 
village,  Salisbury,  where  officers 
humanely  ahead  of  their  times 
greeted   the   women   and    refused    to 

obey    the    order. 

The  father  of  the  Dover  officers  is 
said  to  have  risen  in  his  place  In  the 
First  Parish  church  on  the  next 
Lord's  Day  and  asked  the  forgive? 
ness  of  his  fellow  members  "for 
being  the  father  o\  two  such  wick- 
ed sons."  That  he  should  adop.t 
the  faith  of  the  Friends  is  not 
strange,  perhaps,  but  for  his  sons  to 
become  Quakers  must  have  taken 
more  courage  than  .  they  showed 
when  they  executed  Major  Wal- 
dron's edict.  For  sever:;!  genera- 
tions the  descendants  \>i  these  men 
adhered  to  the  Quaker  belief  and 
there  are  some  who  are  Friends 
even   at   the   present  time. 

It  is  said  that  Hatevil  Nutter  be- 
lieved that  the  Quakers  were  wrong, 
that  the  doctrines  they  taught  were 
pernicious  and  he  reasoned  that 
they  (the  Quakers)  might  go  else- 
where to  introduce  their  teachings. 
He  thought  the  Dover  people  need 
not  have  such,  beliefs  thrust  upon 
them.  Strange  to  say  the  poet 
Whittier  who  wrote  "How  the 
Women  Went  From  Dover"  a  poem 
founded  on  this  bit  of  history,  did 
riot  know  that  he  deseseiMled  from 
Thomas  Roberts,  the  emigrant,  and 
his  son  John,  as  well  as  from  El- 
der Hatevil  Nutter. 

That  many  of  the  Dover  people 
became  Friends  showed  again  the 
usual  result  of  a  religious  persecu- 
tion. At  one  time  one-third  of  the 
population  of  Dover  held  to  that 
faith,  such  names  as  Yarney,  Pink- 
ham.  Sawyer,  Ham,  Carney,  Tut- 
tle,  Meader,  Cartland,  Hussey 
and  Hanson  (the  last  two  ances- 
tors of  Whittier)  being  well  known 
in  the  annals  of  the  Friends. 


Major  Waldron.  the  author  of 
the  cruel  order  for  dealing  with  the 
Quakeresses,  was  horribly  torturr 
ed  and  put  to  a  long  drawn  out 
death  by  the  Indians,  who  made  it 
plain  to  him  that  they  had  not  for- 
gotten their  friendship  for  the 
Quakers.  During  their  torture  of 
their  victim  the  Indians  are  said 
to  have  quoted  to  him  parts  of  his 
warrant. 

The  descendants  of  the  Dover 
pioneers  intermarried  from  genera- 
tion to  generation  so  that  for  many 
years  there  was  perhaps  no  more 
strictly  American  blood  in  our 
country  than  that  of  the  progeny 
of  the  Piscataqua  settlers.  Latter- 
ly, many  of  the  descendants  have 
left  the  haunts  of  their  ancestors 
and  have  sought  homes  in  newer 
parts  of  the  land  and  have  grafted 
themselves  on  the  stock  of  other 
genealogical         trees.  Wherever 

they  go  the\"  carry  along  the  sturdy 
virtues  of  New  England. 

Almost  every  family,  whether  of 
New  England  stock  or  no,  has  at 
least  one  member  who  is  interest- 
ed in  his  ancestors  for  eugenic,  or 
social  reasons,  or  more  often  just 
because  he  is  curious  and  wants  to 
know.  Old  family  Bibles,  town 
records,  and  the  ''oldest  inhabitant*' 
are  much  in  demand  these  days. 
The  incompleteness  of  records  is 
exasperating  and  the  fact  that  many 
a  set  of  records  has  been  carelessly 
allowed  to  burn  does  not  make  for 
peace  and  joy  in  the  minds  of  the 
delver  into   family   history. 

Outside  of  Plymouth,  Massa- 
chusetts, there  was  probably  no 
better  nursery  for  family  trees  in 
the  beginnings  of.  United  States 
life  than  old  Dover  of  the  Granite 
State.  The  fact  that  the  Friends 
kept  records,  fairly  accurate  ones, 
has  enabled  many  a  family  to  trace 
its  history.  That  a  large  part  of 
the  families  of  Dover  became 
Quakers  after  1660  many  a  genea- 
logist  or  would-be  genealogist  has 


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given  thanks,  whatever  his  own  re- 
ligious leaning's  max-  be. 
The        Piscataqua        descendants 

taken  as  a  whole  whether  of 
Quaker  blood  or  not,  are  marked  by 
a  plainness  of  speech  and  dress  and 
by  virtues  that  make  for  quiet  hap- 
piness rather  than  public  approba- 
tion. They  are  usually  able  to  keep 
afloat  financially  and  a  few  have  at- 
tained great  wealth.  They  are  in- 
telligent and  some  have  even  achiev- 
ed uncommon  learning  and  posi- 
tion. Were  one  content  to  come 
from  a  sturdy,  virtuous  people 
rather  than  from  one  which  scin- 
tillated brilliancy  without  under- 
lying homely  virtues  he  may  re- 
joice to  trace  his  ancestry  from  any 
one   of   the   Piscataqua   pioneers. 

A  drive  or  stroll  along  the  smooth 
state  road  that  runs  the  length  of 
Dover  Neck — from  Dover  to  Ports- 
mouth—fills  one  with  delight.  On 
every  side  are  entrancing  views  of 
land  and  water  in  fascinating  com- 
binations and  all  about  are  the 
scenes  looked  upon  by  generations 
of  true  Americans  ever  since  the 
first  sparse  settlement  in  1623. 
There  is  the  old  "Roberts  burying 
ground,"  the  oldest  in  Xew  Hamp- 
shire, with  but  one  or  two  older  in 
Xew  England.  There  is  the  site  of 
the  old  First  Parish  Church  en- 
closed with  a  stone  wall  and  iron 
fence  which  follow  the  line  of  the 
ancient  fortifications,  placed  there 
by  the  Margery  Sullivan  Chapter 
of  Daughters  of  the  American 
Revolution  of  Dover.  There  is  the 
point  on  which  the  Hilton  brothers 
and  their  companions  made  their 
first  home  on  Dover  Point  now  oc- 
cupied by  Hilton  Hall.  There  is 
the  white  oak  tree  called  the 
"bound"  or  Pilgrim  boundary  tree 
which  marked  the  line  of  division 
between  two  Roberts  estates  in  by- 
gone days.  Storm,  stress,  and  age 
have  left  their  marks  until  now  the 
oak   gives   but   a    suggestion   of   its 


former  grandeur.  By  tree  experts 
it  is  thought  to  be  near  nine  hun- 
dred years  old,  a  white  oak  requir- 
ing three  hundred  years  in  which  to 
make  its  growth,  three  hundred 
more  in  which  to  enjoy  itself,  and 
three  hundred  more  to  be  spent  in 
dignified  decay.  This  is  one  of  the 
few  white  oaks  permitted  to  run  so 
nearly   this  gamut. 

There  is  an  elm  tree  of  no  mean 
size  and  beauty  under  which  a 
tavern  thrived  in  the  eighteenth 
century,  a  tavern  that  stood  near 
the  long  since  abandoned  ferry  be- 
tween Kittery  and  Dover  Xeck. 
In  spite  of  our  modern  way  of 
shifting  homes  there  remains  still 
in  the  possession  of  his  descendants, 
Howard  and  Fred  Roberts,  land 
which  was  granted  to  Emigrant 
Thomas  Roberts  soon  after  1623,  or 
perhaps  in  that  very  year.  These 
descendants  own  the  land  on  which 
stand  the  boundary  oak  and  the 
ancient  elm,  both  within  a  stone's 
throw  of  their  house.  That  the 
present  owners  have  not  allowed 
their  land  to  deteriorate  is  shown 
by  their  bearing  orchard  of  three 
hundred  apple  trees,  three  hundred 
plum,  and  as  many  pear  trees,  be- 
sides large  hay  and  corn  fields. 
One  can  readily  believe  the  state- 
ment made  on  the  Neck  that  the 
descendants  of  Emigrant  Roberts 
have  ever  been  pioneers  in  agri- 
cultural  ventures. 

On  Dover  Xeck  it  is  easier  to 
visualize  the  homes  of  the  settlers 
than  it  is  to  do  so  at  Plymouth 
where  vast  stretches  of  the  imagina- 
tion are  necessary  because  of  the 
thickly  settled  town  with  all  mod- 
ern equipments.  On  Dover  Xeck 
one  may  gaze  on  scenes  little 
changed  since  early  days  and  in 
fancy,  people  the  stretch  of  coun- 
try with  the  rugged  pioneers  of 
old.  Then,  too,  one  may  take  a 
boat  at  the  Xeck  and  without  touch- 
ing  the  ocean,  visit  by   river  four- 


26S  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

'n'h  T*w    and  forg?  that  therc  i?  the  bus>'  m°dern   town.       An     an- 

The     &V  r"  ™'-     ,  •  c  dent    ~—    fi»ed   with   relics  of 

lhe    Dover,    New  Hampshire,   of  the  past  tells  the  youth  of  the  earh 

the  present  day  worked  its  way  in-  history    of    the      re-ion       and     the 

aKd/°tg,Ve um°re  rrfor  its  in"  Friends'   meeting  feSS     and 

habitants   who   number   now   nearly  First      Parish      church       both      out 

fifteen    thousand      It    i3    a    place    of  growths    of   the   earfy  ones  on   the 

c^tureand  Fine  hving  to  say  noth-  Xeck.    make    one    think    both  back 

mg   oi    its    wealth    oi    factortes    and  ward    and    forward.      \    Society    c  f 

buH?  .n't  mansions  descendants  of  those  worthy  people 

built,  some  of  them,  more  than  two  meet.,    each    year    and    attemots   to 

hundred    years      ago,    are      still    oc-  keep    green    the    memory    oi?thek 

cupied    and    give    a    colonial    air    to  ancestors.  ' 


ON  READING  THE  FIRST  CHAPTER  OF  MR.  WELLS' 
OUTLINE  OF  HISTORY 

By  K.  C.  Bald  erst  on 

I   read  about  the  vastv  emptiness 
In   which   this  little  world  of  ours  has  spun 
And  cooled  itself  since  time  was  first  begun 
And  all  my  mind  could  do  was  grope,  and  guess 
And^  lose    itself,   smitten    with    blank   distress 
lii  tne   cold,  lifeless   void.     The   very  sun 
I  he  stars,  and  time,  were  ghastly  thoughts  to  shun, 
And  space  a  horror  with  a  cloud  fringed  dress, 
then,  to  escape  the  unsearchable  mystery, 
I  walked  abroad  beneath   the  winter  "moon,' 
And   all   the  stars  were  shining  in   the  sky — 
Benign  and  beautiful  and  calm  they  were  :  ' 
And  the  great  depths  of  space  became  a  boon 
io  make  the  stars  mysterious  and  fair. 


ab<\ 


EDITORIAL 


Much  satisfaction  is  felt  through- 
out the  state  with  the  way  in  which 
Governor  Albert  O.   Brown  and  his 

executive  council  have  filled  the 
places  on  the  state  hoard  of  educa- 
tion made  vacant  by  the  resigna- 
tion of  the  chairman  and  three  of 
his  associates.  The  new  chairman 
is  Huntley  X.  Spaulding  of  Roches- 
ter, brother  and  business  associate 
of  former  Governor  Rolland  H. 
Spaulding;  a  graduate  of  Phillips 
Andover  Academy;  prominent  in 
public  service  during  recent  years, 
especially  as  state  food  adminstra- 
tor  during  the  World  War  under 
Herbert  Hoover.  For  the  first 
time  the  women  of  the  state  are 
given  recognition  on  the  board  un- 
der this  new  dispensation,  their 
worthy  representative  bqing  Mrs. 
Alice  S.  Harriman  of  Laconia.  past 
president  of  the  state  Federation  of 
Woman's  Clubs  and  the  state  as- 
sociation of  Parent-Teacher  clubs; 
a  graduate  of  the  state  normal 
school  at  Plymouth  :  and  the  choice 
for  this  position  of  practically  all 
the  women's  organizations  of  the 
state.  With  Mrs.  Harriman  on 
the  state  board  and  Miss  Harriet 
L.  Huntress  continuing  as  deputy 
commissioner  of  education,  the 
women  of  the  state  will  have  the 
share  which  is  their  due  in  the 
management  of  the  public  schools 
which  educate  their  children.  The 
representative  of  the  North  Coun- 
try upon  the  new  board  is  one  of 
that  section's  best  known  and  most 
successful  men.  Orton  B.  Brown, 
Berlin  manufacturer.  Mr.  Brown 
is  a  graduate  of  Williams  College, 
well  posted  upon  and  sincerely  in- 
terested in  the  educational  pro- 
blems of  the  day,  in  particular  those 
which  especially  concern  the  cos- 
mopolitan communities  of  which 
his  own  city  of  Berlin  is  a  type. 
On  the  other  hand,  the  small  towns 
and   the   agricultural      interests     of 


the  state  have  a  good  man  to  rep- 
resent them  on  the  new  board  in 
the  person  of  Merrill  Mason  of 
Marlborough,  educated  in  the 
town  schools  and  at  a  business 
college:  farmer,  legislator  and  dele- 
gate to  the  constitutional  conven- 
tion ;  member  of  the  advisory  board 
of  the  state  department  of  agricul- 
ture. No  appointment  by  Gover- 
nor Brown  for  the  fifth  place  on  the 
board  was  necessary,  because  Wil- 
fred J.  Lessard,  superintendent  of 
the.  parochial  schools  of  the  Roman 
Catholic  diocese  of  Manchester, 
named  on  the  orignal  board  by 
Governor  John  H.  Bartlett,  stayed 
on  the  job  for  which  he  had  proved 
himself  so  well'  fitted  and  did  not 
hand  in  his  resignation  with  those 
of  his  four  colleagues.  The  new 
board,  like  its  predecessor,  is  bi- 
partisan, three  of  its  members 
being  Republicans  and  two  Demo- 
crats. It  represents  all  sections  of 
the  state,  both  sexes,  the  profes- 
sions, business,  agriculture  and  the 
home.  It  is  intelligent,  interested 
and  impartial.  In  its  hands,  with 
the  present  efficient  make-up  of  the 
active  stall  of  the  department  of 
education,  the  future  of  the  schools 
of   the   state   is,   we  feel,   secure. 

The  "school  law  of  1919*'  now  has 
entered  upon  the  third  year  of  its 
control  over  our  state  educational 
system.  The  legislature  of  1921, 
the  first  one  to  have  an  opportunity 
to  revise  the  law,  took  advantage  of 
that  opportunity  to  some  extent, 
but  not  in  such  a  way,  it  seems 
to  us,  as  to  alter  the  fundamental 
principles  of  the  statute.  The 
majority  opinion  in  the  legislature 
seemed  to  be  that  the  idea  of  the 
law  is  a  good  one,  but  that  the 
scope  of  its  execution  should  be  con- 
tracted somewhat  in  order  to  place 
it  upon  a  basis  of  fair  relation  to 
the  resources  of  the  state  and  state 
expenditures   for     other     purposes. 


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This  belief  was  put  into  action  in 
the  way  of  reduced  appropriations 
for  the  educational  department. 
If  too  deep  a  cut  was  made  or  if 
other  changes  in  the  law  have  de- 
creased its  efficiency,  the  fact  will 
be  apparent  before  1923  and  the 
legislature  of  that  year  can  con- 
sider a  reined}".  One  thing  is  cer- 
tain ;  the  state  board  of  education 
as  now  constituted  will  not  waste 
any  of  the  state's  money  and  will 
maintain  amicable  relations  with 
the  governor  and  council  on  one 
hand  and  the  city  and  town  school 
authorities    on    the      other.       Good 


laws  alone  will  not  make  good 
schools.  Centralized  authority  at 
Concord,  however  aide,  intelligent, 
skilful  and  devoted,  cannot "  alone 
keep  the  state's  educational  level 
where  we  wish  it  to  be.  Co-op- 
operation  all  along  the  line  is  the 
one  great  necessity;  and  Chair- 
man Spaulding's  record  as  state 
food  administrator  seems  to  indi- 
cate that  no  man  in  the  state  is 
better  fitted  than  he  to  secure  that 
one  prime  requisite  of  success  for 
the  endeavor  he  now  is  chosen  to 
head. 


HOME  BUILDERS 

By  Barbara  Hollis 

Oh,  build!   Build  little  house  here  and  there; 
The  sky  will  seem  more  blue — the  grass  more  green 
From    little   homes   that   shelter  those   who   care: 
Place    candles   in    the    windows   to  be   seen. 

Then  plant!  Plant  tiny  seeds  and  watch  them  grow 
And  let  there  be  a  plenty  and  to  share 
With   those   who  were   not   wise   enough   to  sow — 
To  give  will  make  the  garden  bloom  more  fair. 


Yes.   build!    Build    little   homes  to    shelter   dreams; 
To  light  the  little  gardens  far  and  near. 
Let  hope  and  faith   shine  thru   each   candle's  beams 
And  plant   the   tiny   seeds  of  love  and   cheer; 


BOOKS  OF  NEW  HAMPSHIRE  INTEREST 


Charles  R.  Lingley,  professor  of 
history  in  Dartmouth  College,  is 
the  author  of  "Since  the  Civil 
War,"  the  thrd  volume  in  the  series 
'The'  United  States,"  which  Pro- 
fessor Farrand  of  Yale  is  editing  for 
the  Century  Company.  Professor 
Lingley*s  contribution  does  not 
suffer  by  comparison  with  its  pre- 
decessors in  the  series.  "Colonial 
Beginning's,"  by  Professor  Root  of 
the  University  of  Wisconsin,  and 
"Growth  of  a  Nation.''  by  Professor 
Farrand  himself.  Dealing  with  the 
past  half  century,  so  recent  a  period 
that  both  its  problems  and  the 
personality  of  its  leaders  are  still 
clouded  with  prejudice  and  parti- 
sanship, the  task  of  the  author  is 
more  difficult  than  that  of  him  who 
writes  of  eras  so  far  past  that  their 
events  and  opinion  in  regard  to 
them  have  had  time  to  shape  them- 
selves and  crystallize  in  the  public 
mind. 

Professor  Linglev  has  met  well 
the  especial  demands  of  the  situa- 
tion. Thorough  and  careful  in- 
vestigation has  made  him  sure  of 
his  facts;  and  he  has  reasoned  from 
them  wisely  and  impartially.  He 
has  accomplished  to  a  remarkable 
extent,  it  seems  to  us,  the  not  easv 
feat  of  carrying  along  side  by  side 
and  with  many  connecting  links 
the  political  and  economic  pro- 
gress of  events.  With  the  social 
history  of  the  period  he  has  not 
attempted  to  concern  himself  ex- 
cept in  so  far  as  it  reveals  itself 
in  connection  with  government  and 
industry  or  in  the  portraits  of 
great  leaders,  which  Professor 
Lingley  has  painted  vividly,  yet.  to 
our  mind,  justly.  The  fifty  years 
from  1870  to  1920  are  not  those 
in  the  history  of  the  United  States 
of  which  the  nation  has  most 
reason  to  be  proud ;  but  they  are 
full  of  interest  in  a  well  told'  nar- 


rative and  teem  with  lessons  for 
the  student  of  world  progress. 
Roth  the  reader  and  the  student 
will  find  Professor  Lingley 's  vol- 
ume suited  to  their  desires  and 
needs;  concise,  yet  clear;  illumi- 
native, yet   impartial. 


"Sister  Sue"  (Houghton  Mifflin 
Company)  would  in  any  event  at- 
tract much  attention  as  the  last 
published  work  of  the  late  Mrs. 
Eleanor  Hodgman  Porter,  native 
of  Littleton ;  but  apart  from  that 
sad  distinction  the  story  would 
have  attained  wide  circulation  be- 
cause it  contains  in  generous  meas- 
ure all  those  essentials  of  popularity 
which  have  given  the  author's 
books  the  title  of  the  best  sellers 
ever  written  by  a  New  Hampshire 
author.  "Sister  Sue*'  is  "Polly- 
anna"  over  again,  under  different 
conditions  and  in  another  setting, 
but  displaying  the  same  splendid 
qualities  -of  cheerful  courage  Knd 
quiet  optimism.  The  captious 
critic  complains  of  a  lack  of 
reality,  that  we  meet  no  Sister 
Sues  on  Main  Street.  Rut  we  are 
not  so  sure  of  that.  Perhaps  if  we 
1  new  the  life  story  of  our  fellow 
worker,  our  new  neighbor,  our 
chance  acquaintance,  we  should  find 
in  it  some  of  those  qualities  of 
every  day  heroism  which  the 
genius  of  Mrs.  Porter  transferred 
to  the  printed  page  with  a  charm 
and  a  pleasure  and  an  influence  for 
good  for  the  average  readers  which 
rarely   has   been    excelled. 


It  would  be  hard  to  imagine  two 
books  of  fiction  having  less  in  com- 
mon than  "Sister  Sue,"  just  men- 
tioned, and  the  volume  which  stands 
next  to  it  in  the  reviewer's  line, 
"The  Kingdom  Round  the  Corner," 


272  T HE  G R A X T'l  E  M  O X THLY 

by  Coning'sby  Dawson.  Each,  how-  shock  of  whole  peoples,  which  int- 
ever  is  a  "good  story."  in  easy  mediate!}'  followed  the  world  con- 
parlance,   and     thus   the     possessor  flict.     Tabs,  who  was   Lord  Tabor- 

of   popularity      in    measure      almost  ley:  his  valet,  who  was  his  general; 

unbounded.        Mr.      Dawson    is    an  the  three  women  who  wound  them- 

abundaut    writer,    hut    the    level    of  selves    .-so    tangle-wise    about    their 

his    output    is    high,    whatever    the  lives;    are    characters      vividly      im- 

chaunel    of    its    distribution.     "The  a-gined    and    skilfully    depicted.     It 

Kingdom    Round    the    Corner"    is    a  is  a  tale  well  told.     Another  gener- 

ju.st   after  the   war  story,  based  up-  ation,      perhaps,    will    find    in      it   a 

on   the   fcopsy     turviness     of     social  chapter    worth      studying      of      the 

conditions,         the      spiritual       shell  world's  social  history  after  the  war. 


BUTTERCUPS 

By  Claribcl  Weeks  Avery 

I  have  slipped  away  from  my  house  of  pain, 

From  my  life  of  frets  and  jars, 
To  a  held  as  full  of  golden  flowers 

As  the   Milky   Way  of  stars. 
My  cluttered   rooms  may  lie  unswept, 

My  fire  turn  dead  and  cold — 
I   am   setting   my    feet   on   yellow  gems 

And  filling  my  hands  with  gold! 


THE  PACIFIC 

B\<  Caroline  Fisher 


Dike  a  peacock,  proud,  the  sea 

Is   purple,  green,  and   blue 

And  the  kelp-weed,  in  the  lea 

Gives   a  brown   line,   passing   through. 

Me  spreads  his  tail  on  the  beach 
And  the  waves  are  dancing  light, 
With   a   sandy  goal   to  reach 
And  pebbles  sparkling  bright. 


NEW  HAMPSHIRE  NECROLOGY 


ARTHUR   L.   FOOTE 

Arthur  Lowell  Foote  was  born  in 
Lewiston,  Me..  Dec.  25,  1863,  the  son  of 
William  Lowell  and  EJizabeth  Ann 
(Meserve)  Foote,  and  died  at  the  hos- 
pital ii  Wolfeboru  April  27.  after'  a 
year's  illness.  Lie  attended  the  high  school 
at  Great  Falls  (now  Soniersworth)  studied 
lav  there  with  George  E.  Beacham  and 
was  admitted  to  the  bar  in  1S87.  Since 
thai  time  he  had  practiced  law  continu- 
ously at  Sabt  rnvihe  and  had  served  as 
county  solicitor,  member  of  tho  school 
board,  library  trustee,  and  delegate  to  the 
constitutional  convention  oi  1918-1921. 
He  was  an  Episcopalian,  Republican, 
Mason,  Red  Man  and  Elk,  and  was 
county  chairman  for  various  forms  of 
war  work.  He  is  survived  by  one  son. 
Lowell    Sanborn    Foote.    of    Denver,    Col. 


MARY    H.    WHEELER 

In  the  death  rf  Mary  H.  Wheeler  at' 
Pittsfield  on  April  26.  at  the  age  of  83 
years  and  9  months,  the  Granite  Monthly 
loses  one  of  its  early  and  frequent  con- 
tributors and  her  community  one  of  its 
best  known  and  thoroughly  esteemed 
residents. 

Mrs.  Wheeler  was  born  in  North  Barn- 
stead,  "July  15.  P'.^7.  the  daughter  of 
William  and  Mary  Hail  Garland.  In  her 
younger  days  she  taught  the  district 
school  where  she  became  acquainted  with 
Dr.  John  Wheeler,  then  the  '  school  com- 
mittee man"  and  later  married  him  in 
1856.  After  a  few  years  residence  there 
they  removed  to  Pittsfield  and  excent  for 
a  time  during  the  Civil  War  which  she 
spent  near  Washington.  D.  C,  where  the 
Doctor  was  stationed,  she  has  since  re- 
sided in  the  Suncook  Valley  town,  a  period 
of    more    than    half    a    century. 

The  Doctor,  who  was  one  of  the  best 
known  physicians  in  this  part  of  the  State, 
and  one  time  president  of  the  State  Medi- 
cal  Society,   passed   away  in   1900. 

Mrs.  Wheeler  was  a  woman  of  re- 
markably bright  intellect  and  lovable  per- 
sonality, a  lover  and  student  of -the  bird 
and  flower — in  fact  of  all  nature — 
and  an  extensive  and  broad  reader,  main- 
taining to  the  last  a  keen  interest  in  liter- 
ature   and    events    and    topics    of    the    day. 

Besides  the  many  contributions .  of  vers,e 
from  her  pen  in  the  Granite  Monthly,  she 
frequently  contributed  to  the  Boston 
Transcript,  and  other  publications  and  both 
she  and  her  sister,  Laura  Garland  Carr, 
who  at  the  age  of  nearly  86  survives  her, 


are  represented  by  many  poems  in  Chapin's 
"Poets  of  Xew  Hampshire."  Mrs.  Carr 
has  also  published  a  volume  ox  poems  in 
1891,  under  the  title  "Memories  and 
Fancies." 

Mrs.  Wheeler  was  a  member  of  the 
American  Microscopical  Society  and  a 
contributor  to  its  publications  ami  also 
supplied  many  translations  to  the  Trans- 
Atlantic  Magazine.  Mrs.  Wheeler  united 
with  the  Congregational  church  at  Barn- 
stead  Parade  in  1868,  and  though  so  long 
a  resident  of  Pittsfield  and  active  for 
many  years  in  its  local  church  and  othei; 
societies,  she  retained  her  membership  in 
the  Barnstead  church,  being  prior  to  her 
death    its   oldest   member. 

The  funeral  services  at  Pittsfield  on 
April  28  were  followed  by  burial  in  the 
eld    Llillside    cemeterv    at    Barnstead. 


CHARLES   S.   PRATT 

Charles  Stuart  Pratt,  author  and  edi- 
tor, died  at  his  home  in  Warner,  April 
3,  after  years  of  invalidism.  Lie  was 
born  in  South  Weymouth,  Mass.,  Feb.  10. 
1854,  the  sen  of  Lorin  and  Laura  (Vin- 
ing)  Pratt.  Nov.  11,  1877,  he  married 
Ella  Farman,  also  an  author,  who  died  in 
1907.  Together  they  edited  "Wide  Awake" 
from  1865  to  1892,  "Little  Men  and 
Women"  from  1S92  to  1897,  and  "'Little 
Folks"  from  1897  to  1909.  Mr.  Pratt 
published  several  books  for  young  people 
and  once  won  a  $1,000  prize  for  a  short 
story.  A  poem  contributed  to  The  Granite 
Monthly  in  1920  was  his  last  work.  He 
served  as  a  trustee  of  the  public  library 
at  Warner  and  was  much  interested  in  the 
town,  where  he  had  lived  for  30  years. 
One    son,    Ralph,     survives    him. 


JULIAN  .F.  TRASK 

Julian  F.  Trask,  one  of  the  most  de- 
lightful characters  in  New  Hampshire 
pi;1)  ic  life,  died  at  Haverhill,  Mass., 
March  31.  He  was  born  at  Beverly, 
Mass.,  Oct.  1,  1849,  but  had  been  a  citizen 
of  Laconia  since  1873.  Well  known  as  a 
newspaper  man,  he  drifted  into  politics, 
was  secretary  to  Governor  Charles  A. 
Busiel  and  in  1896  was  appointed  state 
labor  commissioner.  For  a  number  of 
years  he.  was  in  the  federal  government 
service  at  Manila,  P.  I.  Upon  his  return 
to  Laconia  he  was  made  city  clerk  and 
subsequently  was  postmaster  for  four 
years  from  1910.  He  is  survived  by  his 
widow,  one  son  and  two  daughters. 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


GEN.  JASON  E.  TOLLES 

Brigadier  General  Jason  E.  Tulles,  who, 
for  IS  years,  commanded  the  New  Hamp- 
shire National  Guard,  died  in  Nashua, 
March  19.  He  was  horn  in  that  city 
Jan.  5,  1852.  one  of  seven  brothers,  all  of 
whom  were  successful  and  prominent. 
He  was  14  years  in  the  clothing  business 
and  for  the  past  21  years  treasurer  of  the 
Citizens  Guaranty  Savings  Bank.  He  had 
been  a  member  of  both  branches  of  the 
Legislature,  mayor,  city  treasurer,  20 
years  a  member  oi  the  board  of  educa- 
tion, member  of  the  state  forestry  commis- 
sion, etc.  He  enlisted  as  a  private  in  the 
New  Hampshire  National  Guard  in  1877 
and  advanced  through  every  grade  until 
he  retired  in  1909  after  10  years'  service 
as  brigadier  general.  He  was  a  Demo- 
crat in  politics ;  attended  the  Congrega- 
tional church ;  and  was  prominent  in  the 
Odd  Fellows  and  other  secret  orders.  He 
is  survived  by  two  daughters,  Mrs.  E.  Ray 
Shaw   and    Mrs.   Alice   M.   Kimball. 


great  success  until  bis  death.  He  took 
an  active  interest  in  the  churches,  schools, 
hospitals  and  V.  M.  C.  A.  of  his  city. 
He  is  survived  by  his  widow,  who  was 
Miss   Charlotte   Cove  of   Livonia,   N.  Y. 


PROF.    S.   C.    DERBY 

Samuel  Carroll  Derby,  son  of  Dexter 
and  Tulia  (Piper)  Derbv.  was  born  in 
Dublin.  March  3,  1842,  'and  died  March 
2S,  at  Columbus,  Ohio,  where  he  had  been 
a  member  of  the  faculty  of  Ohio  State 
University  for  40  years.  He  grad- 
uated from  Harvard  in  1866  and  did  post- 
graduate work  there,  at  Johns  Hopkins 
and  in  Rome.  Before  going  to  Ohio 
State,  he  was  for  six  years  professor  of 
Latin,  and  for  four  years  president 
of  Antioch  College.  He  was  a  member 
of  Phi  Beta  Kappa  and  of  various  learn- 
ed  societies. 


MAJOR  SAMUEL  F.  MURRY 

Major  Samuel  Francis  Murry,  born  in 
Chester,  Sept.  6.  1841.  died  at  Manches- 
ter, March  20.  A  student  at  Dartmouth 
college  when  the  war  began,  he  enlisted  in 
Berdan's  Sharpsnooters  and  served  from 
November.  1861,  until  March,  1865.  when 
he  was  honorably  discharged  with  the 
brevet  of  major,  for  gallant  and  meri- 
torious services.  After  the  war  he  was 
one  of  the  charter  members  of  Louis  Bell 
post,  G,  A.  R.,  at  Manchester.  He  was 
for  many  years  a  railroad  conductor  with 
residence  at  Wilton  and  ser\ed  in  both 
branches  of  the  legislature.  A  niece, 
Mrs.  George  H.  Phinney  of  Manchester, 
with  whom  he  spent  his  last  years,  was 
his    nearest    surviving    relative. 


DR.  J.  M.  DUTTON 

Julius  M.  Dutton,  M.  D.,  son  of  Rev. 
and  Mrs.  John  M.  Dutton,  was  born  in 
Lebanon.  Sept.  14,  1877,  and  died  at  West- 
field,  Mass.,  January  -29.  He  graduated 
from  Dartmouth  College  in  1900  and  from 
its  medical  college  in  1904.  and  after  a 
year's  hospital  work  settled  at  Westfield 
where    he    practiced    his    profession      with 


LESTER  G.  FRENCH 

Lester  G.  French,  born  in  Keene  in 
1869,  the  son  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Olin  L. 
French,  died  in  New  York  City,  April  18. 
He  graduated  from  the  Massachusetts  In- 
stitute of  Technology  in  1891  and  was  the 
author  of  the  earliest  American  treatise 
on  the  steam  turbine.  He  was  the  editor 
of  the  Mechanical  Engineer  and  the  author 
of  a  number  of  works  on  that  line.  For 
13  years  he  was  assistant  secretary  of  the 
American  Society  of  Mechanical  En- 
gineers. 


WILLIAM   F.  LOW 

Commander  William  F.  Low,  U.  S.  N., 
died  at  Washington,  D.  C,  March  12.  He 
was  born  in  Concord,  son  of  the  late 
Franklin  Low  and  grandson  of  General 
Joseph  A.  Low,  and  attended  St.  Paul's 
School  before  being  appointed  to  _  the  U. 
S.  Naval  Academy  at  Annapolis  in  1865. 
He  was  graduated  in  the  class  of  1869  and 
in  his  active  career  had  varied  assign- 
ments in  the  North  Atlantic  and  Pacific 
squadrons.  He  was  one  of  the  officers  of 
the  Constellation  of  the  Irish  relief  ex- 
pedition. For  many  years  he  was  in 
charge  of  the  Massachusetts  State  Nautical 
Schoolship  Enterprise  and  later  the  Rang- 
er  and    the   Nantucket. 


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Vol;  Llll. 


JULY,  1921. 


No.  7. 


JOSIAH  L.  SEWARD 


APRIL  17,  1843 


JULY  14,  1917 


By    Rev.   Sullivan    II.   McCollester,   D.   D. 


Sixty-three  years  ago  I  tarried 
for  a  night  in  a  real  New  England 
home,  in  the  town  of  Sullivan,  in 
which  resided  a  brainy  farmer  and  a 
noble  wife  and  two  promising-  sons. 
It  was  an  ideal  dwelling-place, 
where  snow  drifted  deep  in  winter 
and  the  clover  blossomed  sweet  in 
summer. 

Here  I  saw  for  the  first  time  the 
son,  Josiah  Lafayette  Seward,  a  ro- 
bust boy  of  twelve  years  old.  I  was 
there  as  a  school  commissioner  of 
New  Hampshire  to  visit  on  the 
morrow  their  district  school,  in  the 
little  red  school  house. 

As  the  morning  came  I  went  into 
the  school  of  some  twenty  pupils 
and  here  I  really  saw  Josiah.  The 
next  fall  he  came  to  Westmoreland 
to  attend  the  Valley  Seminary, 
which  was  under  my  charge,  taking 
up  higher  English  branches  and 
ranking  well  in  them  all. 

He  was  born  in  Sullivan.  N.  H., 
April  17,  1845,  of  David  and  Arvilla 
(Matthews)  Seward,  of  English 
stock,  and  worthy  members  of  the 
sturdy  and  brave  yeomanry  of  New 
England.  The  emigrant  ancestor, 
Thomas  Seward,  come  to  Pepperell, 
Mass.,  about  twenty  years  before 
the  Revolutionary  War. 

Tn  the  paternal  line,  Josiah  L., 
was  a  lineal  descendant  of  Thomas 
Morse,  tine  first  permanent  settler 
of  Dublin,  N.  H.,  who  had  a  cap- 
tain's commission  sent  him  to  keep 
him  loyal.     The  doughty  Morse  in- 


dignantly spurned  this,  and  trained 
his  three  sons  to  volunteer  at  the 
first  call,  and  he  himself  did  all  he 
could   to  aid  the  patriot's  cause. 

Another  kinsman  of  Josiah  Sew- 
ard was  the  well  known  General 
James  Wilson  of  Keene.  There 
were  at  least  five  ancestors  who 
served  in  the  Revolutionary  War, 
a  record  of  which,  as  a  member  of 
the  Sons  of  the  American  Revolu- 
tion, Josiah  was  justifiably  proud. 

The  mother  of  Josiah  was  a  de- 
scendant of  Robert  Matthews,  the 
ancestor  of  the  Hancock,  N.  H. 
families  of   that  name. 

As  a  lad,  Josiah  remained  under 
my  tutelage  several  terms,  and  was 
highly  esteemed  by  both  teachers 
and  scholars.  Then  he  went  to 
Exeter  Academy,  where  he  ranked 
among  the  best  in  scholarship  and 
deportment  and  graduated  with 
honors.  In  1S71  he  graduated  from 
Harvard  Divinity  School  with  the 
degree  of  S.  T.  D.,  and  the  profes- 
sors spoke  of  him  as  a  learned 
preacher  and  a  wise  man. 

For  a  year  after  leaving  the 
Divinity  School  he  preached  most 
acceptably  to  a  church  in  Spring- 
field, Mass.,  when  he  was  called  to 
settle  over  the  First  Unitarian 
church  of  Lowell,  Mass.,  where  he 
remained  fourteen  years,  making 
himself  known  and  felt  as  an  elo- 
quent preacher,  a  good  pastor  and 
an  enterprising  citizen. 

From    Lowell    he    was    called    to 


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settle  in  the  college  town  of  Water- 
ville,  Me.  Here  he  remained  ten 
years,  became  popular  as  a  re- 
ligious teacher,  and,  as  he  mingled 

with  the  students  of  Colby  Univer- 
sity, was  often  asked  to  address 
them,  in  the  different  departments. 
on  various  subjects.  While  he  re- 
mained there  he  was  loved  and  hon- 
ored. 

From  November  26,  1893,  till 
October  8.  1899,  he  was  pastor  of 
Unity  Church,  Allston,  Mass.,  doing 
successful  work  in  and  out  of  the 
pulpit. 

But  his  hair  was  becoming  some- 
what silvered,  his  heart  waxed 
warm  for  his  native  state,  his  be- 
loved New  Hampshire,  and  this  in- 
duced him,  against  the  wishes  of  his 
church,  to  break  off  his  connection 
with  them  as  pastor  and  to  the 
Granite  State  turn  bis  steps  for  his 
last   settlement. 

Really  New  Hampshire  had  be- 
come somewhat  of  a  Holy  Land  to 
him.  Keene  seemed  his  New  Jeru- 
salem; Ashuelot  River  his  Jordan; 
Sullivan  his  Nazareth  ;  Dublin  his 
Mount  Zion,  and  Monadnock  his 
Mount  Sinai. 

He  had  scarcely  got  settled  in  his 
home  at  Keene  before  he  was  ur- 
gently requested  to  supply  the 
Unitarian  pulpit  in  Dublin,  which  he 
did  to  the  great  delight  of  the  people 
there,  and  fathfully  served  them  up 
to  the  time  of  his  illness — some. 
fourteen  years — preaching  to  them 
ma^iy  an  able  sermon  and  giving 
them  an  abundance  of  large  heart- 
ed  sympathy   in   their   sorrows. 

As  a  writer  and  contributor  to 
the  press  there  are  many  good 
things  that  might  well  and  truly  be 
said  of  him.  Suffice  it  to  say  that 
the  one     great     Memorial     to     his 


credit  is  a  most  glorious  one.  and 
that  is  the  Sullivan  Town  History. 
From  boyhood,  as  he  was  doing 
chores,  picking  flowers,  planting 
potatoes,  husking  corn,  mastering 
'history  in  school,  solving  in  his 
head  the  hardest  problems  in  Col- 
burn's  Arithmetic,  he  was  all  the 
while  storing  up  facts,  to  write 
out  the  history  of  his  native  town. 

No  other  person  could  have  dune 
the  immense  undertaking  so  well 
and  attractively  as  he,  for  he  was 
especially  fitted  by  inheritance, 
education  and  inclination  for  such 
work.  The  town  of  Sullivan  has 
cause  to  feel  greatly  honored  and 
most  devoutly  grateful  that  it  has 
produced  such  an  eminent  historian. 
His  name  will  long  be  remembered 
there,  and  will  abide  as  a  distin- 
guished man  and  a  famous  scholar. 

He  was  a  broad-minded,  conse- 
crated Christian,  wishing  to  help 
everybody.  Fie  built  upon  the  solid 
rock,  while  on  earth,  a  monument 
to  himself  out  of  kind  and  noble 
deeds,  which  remain  intact  when 
bronze  has  corroded  into  dust  and 
granite  dissolved  to  ashes.  Ff is 
character  must  be  beautiful  in  the 
mansions  above. 

He  believed  intensely  in  the 
Fatherhood  of  God,  the  Sonship  of 
Christ  and  the  Holy  Spirit.  As  he 
dropped  his  sickle,  72  years  old,  he 
was  still  an  intense  almoner  in 
blessing  others  religiously,  educa- 
tionally, and  socially.  He  was  a 
remarkably  wise  and  cultured  man. 
wishing  to  help  all  souls,  believing 
most  devoutly  that  one  is  to  reap 
just  what  lie  sows. 

So,   friends,  let  him  not  be  lifeless, 
But    more    alive    and    active    henceforth 
Than   ever   while  in   mortal  mold 
Doing    works    of    very    high    worth. 


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SEWARD'S  VILLAGE 


By    Mrs.    Fran, 

"A  fair,  sunny  valley  rests,  the 
placid   hills  among-." 

*'*Afar,    Monadnock,     'air    and    .u;"-i'id. 

Ot   ;  !!  our   hearts   the  pride 
Lifts  toward  the   sky   hi?   sun-kissed   cre-t. 
While  vale  and  lake,  in  beauty  dixst, 

Lie  slumbering   at  his   side." 

Here  the  actual  characters  of 
Seward's  Village  lived  ami  died; 
about  this  little  village  cluster 
memories  and  tales  that  will  al- 
ways delight  the  hearts  of  home 
loving  people  in  any  day  or  gene- 
ration. It  has  been  portrayed  in 
poetry;  the  verse  quoted  above  was 
by  erne  of  the  villagers.  Another 
lias  said  in  eloquent  every  day 
prose,  "We  shall  always  carry  some 
of  Sullivan  with  us.  Wherever  we 
go.  we  shall  have  Sullivan  blood  in 
our  veins ;  we  shall  have  Sullivan 
counsels  and  Sullivan  precepts  and 
Sullivan  virtues  in  our  memories; 
we  shall  dream  of  our  old  Sullivan 
homes  in  the  night  and  we  shall 
speak  of  her  to  onr  friends  by  day. 
We  cannot  forget  our   homes." 

Xo  town  historian  has  more 
faithfully,  lovingly  and  interesting- 
ly depicted  the  growth  of  a  town 
from  its  earliest  settlement  than  has 
been  done  in  the  Sullivan  town  his- 
tory ;  no  author  ha^  put  more  elo- 
quent feeling  and  real  heart  inter- 
est into  his  writing.  We  rightly 
think  of  this  little  Xew  England 
town  as  Seward's  Village,  and  yet 
he  has  only  described  in  wonder- 
ful language  what  all  Sullivan  sons 
and  daughters  have  felt,  but  could 
not  so  exptcssively  put  into  words. 

THE  FIRST  SETTLERS. 

"Through  summer's  heat  and  winter's  snow 

They   toiled   these  hills   among; 
They   laid   the   towering   forest  low, 
They   watehed  the  grain  and  grasses  grow, 
As   rolled   the  year?   along. 

*By  Mrs.   Ellen  S.   (Keith)    Edwards. 


B.    Kingsbury. 

Humble  their  homes,  hut  strong  and  bravx 
Each   heart   ami   toil-worn  hand  ; 

Cheery    their    s^ngs    that    rose   and    fell 
And  echoed  through  the  mossy  dell- 
Songs   of   their  native  land.'' 

From  Massachusetts  and  Con- 
necticut came  these  earliest  settlers. 
The  cart  wheel  that  brought  the 
goods  of  the  first  White  family  is 
still  kept.  This  family  came  from 
Uxbridge.  Mass.,  and  the  American 
emigrant  ancestor  was  none  other 
than  the  Peregrine  White  of  May- 
flower fame. 

The  Adams  family  had  the  same 
emigrant  ancestor  as  Presidents 
John  and  John  Quincy  Adams. 
The  Bradford  family  had  William 
Bradford,  the  Mayflower  passen- 
ger, and  second  Governor  of  Ply- 
mouth   Colony,   for   an   ancestor. 

Abraham  Browne,  from  Ilawke- 
don,  England,  was  one  of  the  first 
settlers  of  Watertown,  Mass.,  and 
the  first  recorded  birth  in  Water- 
town  was  of  his  daughter,  Lydia ; 
the  Brown  family  of  Sullivan  are 
his   descendants. 

The  Buckminster  ancestral  line 
goes  back  to  a  Wales  family.  Rev. 
Thomas  Carter,  born  in  England  in 
1610,  came  to  America  in  1635,  and 
was  ordained  in  Woburn,  Mass.,  in 
16+2 ;  his  descendants  were  among 
the   early  settlers  in   Sullivan. 

Hon.  Charles  Carter  Comstock,  a 
native  of  Seward's  Village,  was 
elected  to  Congress  from  Michigan. 
He  was  also  mavor  of  Grand  Rapids, 
Mich.,  in  1863  and  1864.  He  began 
his  business  life  as  a  farmer  on  the 
old  homestead,  removed  to  Grand 
Rapids,  grew  up  with  the  city  and 
inaugurated  the  first  wholesale 
furniture  establishment  in  that  city 
which  has  since  been  famous  for  the 
large  number  of  such  establish- 
ments.    He  was  an  eminently  sue- 


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Till-   GRANITE  MONTHLY 


eesslul  business  man    and  one   who  Germany,   he    learned    the    secret   of 

never   lost    interest      in      his    native  making  illuminating  gas  from  COa 

town       The  ancestors   of  th.   Com-  He  introduced  that  process  of  lieht 

stock  family  came  to  Snlhyan  from  ing  into  the  city  of  New   York    the 

Lyme.  Conn. :  farther  back  the  line  first  successful  plant  of  that  charac 

has  not  been  discovered,  ter   which   was  ever   establ  shed  on 


The   Deweys   were   a   remarkably  the    American    Continent,    his    own 

fine    family.      J  imothy    Dewey    be-  house    on    Grand   .street,    being    the 

mechanic"  U^T""^  ^^  firSt  buM'm^  s"^essfully  equipped 

mechanics.        While      studying      in  for  permanent  illumination   bv  gas 


SEWARD'S  VILLAGE 


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Dewey's  gas  works,  or  those  start- 
ed under  his  initiative,  were  the 
first  ever  devised  for  strictly  me- 
chanical uses.  This  distinguished 
honor  is  hardly  second  to  that  of  his 
distinguished  kinsman  of  later 
times,  who  won  the  great  naval  vic- 
tory in  the  harbor  of  Manila.  The 
Dewey  family  came  from  noble 
stock,  and  their  line  is  authentical- 
ly traced  to  the  Emperor  Charle- 
magne, and  includes  other  sover- 
eigns besides.  The  Dewey  family 
of  Sullivan  came  there  from  Con- 
necticut. 

The  Ellis  family  also  developed 
mechanical  tastes.  Austin  A.  Ellis, 
who  has  been  a  mayor  of  Keene, 
early  displayed  taste  in  the  use  of 
lathes  and  delicate  machinery. 
This  family  was  from  Dedham, 
Mass.,  originally,  and  the  descend- 
ants removed  to  Keene  and  then  to 
Sullivan. 

Joseph  Felt,  a  Revolutionary  sol- 
dier, was  father  of  the  Deacon 
Joseph  Felt  who  was  the  first  of  the 
name  in  Sullivan  ;  George  Felt,  the 
emigrant  ancestor,  is  said  to  have 
come   to   America   with    Endicott. 

John  Field  was  a  famous  astron- 
omer in  England  ;  Dr.  John  Field, 
the  aide  and  distinguished  physi- 
cian of  Sullivan,  was  a  descendant. 

John  Foster  came  from  New  Eng- 
land with  Roger  Conant.  Joseph 
Foster,  who,  lived  in  Sullivan,  de- 
serves to  rank  among  the  great  in- 
ventors of  the  world.  He  made  a 
telephone,  which  connected  his  shop 
at  Keene  with  trie  court  house  and 
the  town  hall,  iotig  before  the  fam- 
ous invention  was  announced  by 
those  who  are  credited  with  the 
discovery.  He  invented  a  machine 
to  spin  wool  from  the  mass,  without 
carding,  by  drawing  out  the  fibre 
ui  a  continuous  thread.  The  ma- 
chine was  in  his  shop  when  he 
died,  but  no  one  else  could  ever  put 
it  together.  He  was  experiment- 
ing with  electricity  at  the  same 
time   as   Morse,  and   along     similar 


lines.  In  the  old  Hememvay  shop 
in  Sullivan  he  built,  in  1829,  the 
first  cabinet  organ  ever  made  in  the 
world.  The  instrument  received 
the  various  names  of  melodeon, 
aeolian.  seraphine,  and  cabinet  or- 
gan, according  to  the  form  and 
fashion  of  the  case.  This  inven- 
tion has  now  become  one  of  the 
most  important  in  the  country.  He 
left  in  his  house,  at  his  death.,  an  in- 
strument combining  pipe  organ, 
reed  organ,  and  piano,  but  no  one 
else  could  ever  repair  it. 

Elder  Edmund  Frost  came  from 
New  Ipswich,  England;  a  descend- 
ant, Deacon  Benjamin  Frost  of 
Sullivan,  was  the  father  of  three 
sons  who  graduated  from  Dart- 
mouth College,  and.  of  a  daughter 
who  married  the  Rev.  Arthur  Little, 
D.  D.,  of  Boston.  Carlton  P.  Frost 
studied  medicine ;  was  in  the  ser- 
vice of  the  U.  S.  Government  during 
the  Civil  War,  and  later  was  at 
Hanover,  where  he  was  connected 
with  Dartmouth  College.  Fie  was 
the  Dean  of  the  Dartmouth  Medi- 
cal Department  over  twenty  years; 
was  president  of  both  Vermont  and 
New  Hampshire  Medical  Societies. 
In  1894  Dartmouth  conferred  on 
him  the  honorary  degree  of  EL.  D. 
Hi.s  two  sons  have  both  been  in- 
structors at  Dartmouth.  A  brother, 
who  also  studied  medicine,  was 
killed  in  the  battle  of  Cold  Harbor, 
Va.,  in  1864. 

Benjamin  and  Lydia  Kemp  had 
four  sons,  all  of  whom  followed 
some  profession.  Two  were  physi- 
cians, one  a  dentist,  one  a  clergy- 
man. The  birthplace  and  ancestral 
line  of  Benjamin  Kemp  have  not 
been   learned. 

Edmund  Goodnow  came  from 
England  and  settled  in  Sudbury, 
Mass.,  in  1638.  His  descendants 
who  have  lived  in  Sullivan  have 
been  noted  for  rare  mechanical  skill, 
as  well  as  for  exceptional  musical 
ability.  Daniel  Goodnow,  the  first 
of  the  family  to  settle  at  East  Sulli- 


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van,   was   a    skilful    carpenter.     His  tinction  of  being  the  first  settler  on 

son,  Caleb,  built  the  host  grist  mill  what   is  now   Sullivan   soil;  his  an- 

and  the  only  bolting  mill  ever  used  cestral  line  cannot  be  traced. 

in    his    native    town.       There      was  Ralph      Hememvay      came     from 

machinery   in   this     mill   which     re-  England  about   1632,  and  settled  in 

quired   much  skill  and  ingenuity  to  Roxbury,     Mass.;  Rev.     Luther,     a 

keep  it  in  repair.     Mr.  Caleb  Good-  descendant,  invented  an  awl  handle 


*i 


Masonian  Monument. 
Unveiled  Aug.  27,  1907.     This  point  was  the  northeast  corner  of  the.  original  Keenc  and 
the  southeast  corner  of  original   Gilsum. 


now  was  a  very  particular  man. 
He  would  never  operate  a  machine, 
any  more  than  he  would  play  a 
musical  instrument,  unless  it  were 
in  perfect  order.  It  was  his  good 
fortune  that  he  could  adjttst  his  ma- 
chinery, even  as  he  could  perfectly 
tune  an  instrument.  His  children 
inherited  his  mechanical  tastes. 
Stephen   Griswold   has     the     dis- 


in  his  little  shop  in  Sullivan.  A 
patent  was  procured  for  the  inven- 
tion, and  the  principle  involved  is 
still  in  use.  Pauline  Hememvay,  a 
granddaughter  of  Rev.  Luther,  mar- 
ried Domenico  Altrocchi,  and  her 
daughter  became  the  wife  of  the 
famous  painter,  Giacomo  Martin- 
netti,  of  Florence,  Italy. 

The  Holbrook  and   Holt  families 


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283 


both  came  from  England  and  set- 
tied  in  -Massachusetts,  and  their 
descendants  found  their  way  to 
Sullivan. 

The  ancestors  of  the  Hubbard 
family  were  first  in  Weathersfield, 
Conn.,  and  later  in  Massachusetts. 
Roswell  Hubbard.  Esq..  son  of  Rev. 
John  of  Northfrfcld,  Mass..  was  an 
uncle  of  Hon.  Henry  Hubbard, 
Governor  of  New  Hampshire  in 
1842  and   1843. 

Rev.  James  Keith  preached  his 
first  sermon  in  America  on  a  rock  in 
"Mill  Pasture."  Bridgewater,  Mass., 
at  the  age  of  18;  Ichabod  Keith  was 
in  Sullivan,  and  Ellen  S.  (Keith) 
Edwards  has  endeared  herself  to 
all  Sullivan,  people  by  her  poems 
for  the  Old  Home  Day  celebrations 
of  her  native  town. 

The  Kendalls  came  from  Kan- 
caster,  Mass.,  and  the  Kingsburys 
from  Dedham.  The  Locke  family 
was  from  England ;  James  Locke, 
born  Hopkinton.  Mass.,  Dec.  5. 
1728,  had  fourteen  children.  He 
was  a  prominent  man  of  affairs; 
was  in  the  Revolutionary  War ; 
was  also  in  the  Massachusetts  legis- 
lature. He  was  a  farmer  and  land 
surveyor;  he  moved  to  Sullivan  and 
many  of  his  descendants  have  lived 
here.  One  of  them.  Dr.  John 
Locke,  was  an  eminent  scientist, 
and  was  the  inventor  of  the  cele- 
brated "electro  chronograph"  clock, 
for  which  Congress  voted  him  $10.- 
000  in  1849  for  the  use  of  the  in- 
strument in  the  Naval  Observatory. 

Hugh  Mason,  a  tanner,  and  one 
of  the  first  settlers  of  Watertown, 
Mass.,  at  the  age  of  28,  with  his 
wife  Esther,  aged  22.  emigrated 
from  England  in  1634.  The  des- 
cendants of  the  first  Mason  family 
in  Sullivan  would  form  a  small 
township  all  by  itself.  Charles 
Mason  lived  many  years  upon  the 
homestead  in  Sullivan;  he  was  one. 
of  the  most  influential  men  of  the 
town;  was   a  justice  of     the  peace 


and    quorum    throughout   the   state, 

and  represented  the  town  in  the 
legislature.  His  brother.  Orlando, 
was  one  of  the  most  brilliant  busi- 
ness men  who  have  left  Sullivan. 
He  and  his  wife  visited  Europe  in 
1883.  He  was  active  in  forming 
the  Winchendon  Savings  Bank,  of 
which  he  was  the  president  for 
twenty-five  years.  He  was  also  a 
director  of  the  First  National  Bank 
of  Winchendon  ;  a  trustee  of  dish- 
ing Academy,  and  a  director  of  the 
Fitchburg  Mutual  Eire  Insurance 
Company.  He  was  a  prominent 
member  of  the  North  Congregation- 
al church  of  Winchendon,  and  for 
twenty-two  years  the  superintend- 
ent of  its  Sunday  school. 

lames  Matthew.s  belonged  to  a 
Scotch  Presbyterian  family,  and 
was  one  of  the  celebrated  Scotch- 
Irish  immigrants  who  came  from 
the  north  of  Ireland.  John  May- 
nard  came  from  England  nad  was 
in  Sudbury.  Mass.,  in  1638. 

The  ancestral  emigrant  of  the 
Miller  family  is  unknown. 

Samuel  Morse  of  Dedham.  Mass., 
was  born  in  England  in  1585.  emi- 
grated to  New  England  1635.  A 
descendant,  Thomas  Jr.,  was  one 
of  the   earliest   settlers    in   Sullivan. 

William  Munroe,  born  in  Scot- 
land, came  to  America  in  1652. 
William,  of  the  fourth  generation, 
was  a  proprietor  of  the  famous 
Munroe's  Tavern  in  Lexington, 
where  the  British  stopped  and  or- 
dered their  drinks,  when  marching 
into  that  town  on  the  memorable 
nineteenth  of  April,  1775.  His 
litlte  daughter.  Anna,  sat  on  the 
counter  and  passed  the  drinks. 
which  Mr.  Munroe.  predicting  that 
they  would  call  for  that  purpose, 
had'  requested  his  wife  to  mix, 
when  he  left  the  house  to  join  his 
townsmen,  to  assist  in  defending  the 
town.  The  daughter  Anna  after- 
wards became  the  wife  of  Rev. 
William   Muzzy,     the  first     settled 


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minister  of   the  gospel   in   Sullivan. 

William  M.  Muzzy,  son  of  Rev. 
William  and  Anna,  was  one  of  the 
three  or  four  richest  men  who  were 
natives  of  Sullivan.  lie  went  to 
Philadelphia  at  nineteen  years  of 
age  and  learned  the  business  con- 
nected with  the  importation  of  hue 
glass,  and  soon  began  business  for 
himself.  He  had  an  accurate  mem- 
ory of  faces  and  names,  which 
served  hi  n  well  in  business.  He 
was  a  gentleman  of  the  old  school 
and  a  man  greatly  honored  and  re- 
spected. At  his  death,  he  left  an 
estate  of  nearly  or  quite  a  million 
dollars. 

Benjamin  Olcott,  the  second  set- 
tier  in  Sullivan,  came  from  East 
Haddam,  Conn. ;  his  ancestral  line 
is  not  known.  John  Osgood,  born 
in  England,  July  23,  1595,  was  one 
of  the  founders  of  the  town  of  An- 
dover,  Mass.;  Joshua  of  the  sixth 
generation  came  to  Sullivan. 
Fred  Wheeler  Osgood,  a  native  of 
Sullivan,  was  a  graduate  of  Dart- 
mouth   College. 

Deacon  Thomas  Parker  came  to 
America  in  1635.  George  Park- 
hurst  emigrated  from  England  in 
the  same  year,  and  was  an  early  set- 
tler of  Watertown,  Mass.  Both 
families  had  descendants  in  Sulli- 
van. 

The  ancestor  of  James  Phillips 
came  from  Ireland,  and  Jonathan 
Powell  was  the  son  of  an  English- 
man who  came  to  America  before 
the   Revolution. 

James  Nash  was  an  early  settler 
in  Weymouth,  Mass. ;  his  descend- 
ants in  Sullivan  have  been  many  in 
number. 

Godfrey  Nims,  the  first  known  of 
the  name  in  this  country,  first  ap- 
pears as  a  lad  (Sept.  4,  1667) 
in  Northampton,  Mass..  wdiere  he 
was  punished  for  some  slight  youth- 
ful misdemeanor.  He  was  of 
French  origin,  and  is  understood  to 
have  been  of  a  Huguenot  family. 
He  married  twice;  two  of  the  first 


Avifc's  children  and  three  of  the 
second  were  captured  and  slain  by 
the  Indians,  February  29.  1704. 
Mrs.  Nims  was  taken  at  the  same 
time,  and  slain  on  the  way  to  Can- 
ada. Ebenezer,  another  child,  was 
carried  to  Canada  where  he  was 
adopted  by  a  squaw.  He  married 
Sarah  Hoyt,  who  was  also  a  cap. 
tiv'e  of  the  Indians,  and  their  first 
child  was  born  in  Canada.  They 
were  redeemed  in  1714,  and  return- 
ed to  Deerfield,  Mass.,  where  they 
had  born  a  son,  David,  March  30, 
1716.  This  son  came  to  Keene  in 
1740,  and  was  the  first  town  clerk 
and  town  treasurer  of  Keene.  He 
had  ten  children,  and  it  would  re- 
quire several  pages  to  merely  list 
the  names  of  their  descendants  con- 
nected with  the  town  of  Sullivan. 

The  Proctor  family  of  Sullivan  is 
descended  from  Robert  of  Concord, 
Mass.  Edward  Raw.son,  who  was 
state  secretary  of  the  Colony  of 
Massachusetts  Bay,  was  the  ances- 
tor of  the  Sullivan  family  of  that 
name;  his  mother  was  Margaret, 
sister  of  Rev.  John  Wilson,  the  first 
preacher  in  Boston. 

The  Spaulding  family  have  been 
justly  noted  for  mechanical  in- 
genuity. Thomas,  the  first  to  settle 
in  Sullivan,  built  the  Hancock  meet- 
inghouse, the  second  Sullivan  meet- 
inghouse, and  the  second  Dublin 
meetinghouse.  All  the  sons  of 
Thomas  Spaulding  were  remark- 
ably ingenious,  and  a  grandson, 
when  a  mere  lad,  made,  with  his 
own  hands,  a  wagon  which  was  in 
use  several  years. 

Hon.  Daniel  W .  Rugg,  son  of 
Harrison  and  Sophia  (Beverstock) 
Rugg,  is  the  only  person  who  has 
ever  been  elected  to  the  state  sen- 
ate while  a  resident  of  the  town. 
Mr.  Rugg  was  born  in  Sullivan,  at- 
tended its  schools,  and  has  been  a 
successful  farmer.  He  represented 
the  town  in  the  legislature  and  state 
senate,  and  has  held  the  most  im- 
portant town  offices  in  Sullivan, 


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285 


Hon.  Lockhart  Willard,  who  lived 
in  town  at  the  time  of  its  incorpo- 
ration, and  was  the  first  town 
treasurer,  soon  moved  to  Keene. 
lie  was  a  state  senator,  a  man  of 
energy,  and  a  person  of  much 
prominence   in   the   community. 

The  ancestr.il  line  of  the  Towne 
family  is  thought  to  go  hack  to 
Richard  Towne  of  Brace.lv,  Eng- 
land, before  1600. 

The  Seward  family  came  from 
England.  Hon.  Henry  W.  Seward 
has  been  several  times  elected  to 
the  General  Court  of  Massachusetts 
from  Watertown,  where  he  lived 
after  leaving  Sullivan.  Edgar  S., 
William  A.,  and  Erving  G.,  have 
all  been  remarkably  successful  in 
life  and  an  honor  to  the  town  in 
which  they  were  born. 

The  ancestor  of  the.  Wilson 
family  of  Sullivan  came  from  Ty- 
rone, Ireland,  in  1737,  with  the 
famous  Scotch  Irish  emigrants.  A 
descendant  was  Hon.  John  Wilson 
of  Belfast,  Me.  (in  the  U.  S.  Con- 
gress in  1813-14),  and  Sarah,  whose 
daughter  married  Hon.  John  Scott 
Harrison,  son  of  President  William 
Henry  Harrison.  Hon.  James  Wil- 
son of  Petcrboro  and  Keene  was 
the  father  of  Gen.  James  Wilson, 
the  well-known  lawyer  and  orator 
of  Keene  and  a  member  of  the  U. 
S.  Congress.  The  Sullivan  family 
of  Wilsons  were  closely  related  to 
these  Wilsons. 

Joel  Williston  Wright  was  born 
in  Sullivan,  and  became  an  able  in- 
structor and  a  very  learned  and 
skilful  physician.  There  'have 
been  several  families  of  the  Wright 
name  in  Sullivan,  but  it  has  been 
impossible  to  trace  their  ancestral 
line. 

Mothers  or  Sullivan 

One  of  the  toasts  at  the  Centen- 
nial  Anniversary  was: 

Our         Foreinothers — Their  spinning 

wheels    were      their    musical      instruments ; 
their    power    looms    were    moved    by    their 


own  muscles.  No  French  cooking  could 
have  made  more  appetizing  their  frugal, 
yet  excellent  meals. 

In  response  to  this  sentiment, 
Mrs.  Cynthia  (Locke)  Gerould, 
sent  the  following  poem,  written  in 
her    eighty-fourth    year. 

Don't  look  for  a  poem  from  otic  eighty- 
three, 

Fit  at  all  for  either  yourself  or   for  me. 

My  hair  is  as  white  as  the  snow  that  tiies, 

And  Em  older  than  most  who  have  gone 
to    the    skies ; 

But  well   I  remember  the  days  long  ago. 

When  over  the  hills  and  through  the  deep 
snow, 

Not  missing  a  day,  to  school  we  would  go. 

Our  mothers  then  used  the  loom  and  the 
wheel, 

And  around  would  fly  the  old  clock-reel ; 

They  bak'd  and  they  churu'd,  and  made 
the  good  cheese, 

No  new-fangl'd  notions  their  muscles  to 
ease. 

On  Sunday,  to  "meeting"  the  people  would 

go-     .         . 
And    sit    without    stove    when    flying    the 

snow ; 
A    little    foot-stove    might    warm    the    cold 

feet, 
And  be  handed    along  to    another  one's    seat. 
The  pews  they  were  square,  the  seats  they 

were   hard. 
And   children    would    squeak    where   panels 

were  bar'd. 
At  noon  they  would  gather  and  talk  of  the 

news, 
And,  afternoon,  come  again  to  their  pews. 
Great    changes    have   come,   and    the   years 

gone  by ; 
No  longer  the  wheel  and  home-shuttle  fly ; 
But — noble   is   life — and  noble  are  they 
Who've   gleaned   up   their   their   his'try   for 

Century  day. 
So   joy    do    1    give   you    from   one  of    old 

stock, 

Who,    living  among  you,   was 

Cynthia   Locke. 

Ankcdotes 

Every  village  has  "characters"  as 
well  as  its  famous  men,  and  there 
were  several  of  the  character  type  in 
Seward's  Village. 

"Maney"  Hibbard,  as  she  was 
called,  was  supported  many  years 
by  the  town.  She  had  a  temper 
that  was  simply  ferocious.  She 
would  get  so  angry  at  the  women 
at    whose    house   she   was    slopping 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


that   she   would   lash    herself   into  a 

fit  and  throw  herself  upon  the  floor 
and  foam  at  the  mouth. 

The  women  so  disliked  to  have 
old  "Maney"  around  that  they 
would  plead  with  their  husbands  on 
the  morning  of  town  meeting  not 
to  'bid  off"  this  unfortunate  pauper. 
When  the  bidding  began,  there 
would  be  profound  silence.  It 
could  rarely  get  under  way  with- 
out an  adjournment  to  a  store  or 
tavern,  where  a  treat  would  be  of- 
fered to  all  bidders.  This  tempta- 
tion would  unseal  the  silent  lips 
and  the  poor  creature  would  be  bid 
off  to  a  dozen  persons,  for  nobody 
would  dare  to  go  home  and  face 
his  wife  with  the  information  that 
he  had  dared  to  take  her  for  more 
than  a  month,  and  on  the  first  day 
of  each  month,  she  would  be 
promptly  taken  to  the  next  place, 
if  loads  had  to  be  specially  broken 
out  to  get  her  there. 

Mrs.  Pompey  Woodward,  a 
colo:ed  woman,  was  another  of  the 
"characters"  of  the  town.  In  her 
way  .she  was  of  a  proud  spirit.  On 
the  fust  Sunday  after  her  arrival 
in  town,  as  Pompey's  bride,  as  they 
approached  the  meetinghouse,  sit- 
ting .on  the  same  horse,  she  was 
ove.  heard  saying,  "Hold  up  your 
head,  Pomp,  they  will  all  look  at 
us,"  as  was  undoubtedly  the  case. 
When  the  pews  of  the  second 
meetinghouse  were  sold,  she  insist- 
ed on  Pompey's  buying  a  pew  on 
the  lower  floor  "where  the  respect- 
able people  s.-t."  She  wanted  a 
house  which  would  be  the  equal  of 
any  in  town.  She  prevailed  upon 
Pompey  to  take  down  an  old  house, 
and  erect  a  two-story  (or  "upright") 
house.  They  got  the  frame  raised 
and  there  the  work  ceased.  Final- 
ly they  boarded  off  a  little  room  in 
one  corner,  in  which  they  lived  as 
best  they  could.  While  living  in 
this  plight,  the  old  woman  entered 
a  store  in  Keene  to  do  some  shop- 
♦Verse   from  a   poem  written   by   Dauph 


ping,  and  said  to  the  trader.  "Only 
three  men  in  our  neighborhood 
have  upright  houses,  Deacon  Sew- 
ard, Captain  Seward  and  Mr.  Wood- 
ward." 

She  stammered  badly,  which  can- 
not here  be  imitated,  but  which 
added  to  the  grotesque  nature  of  her 
speech.  As  winter  approached, 
the  neighbors  clearly  saw  that  the 
Woodwards  could  never  go  through 
the  season  in  that  fashion  and  they 
clubbed  together  and  took  the  old 
frame  and  some  timber  which  they 
provided  and  built  them  a  little 
cottage;  but  the  old  lady  was  ex- 
ceedingly dissatisfied  because  it  was 
not  an  "upright"  house. 

Another  woman  of  eccentric 
character  was  a  town  charge  for  a 
long  time.  She  was  a  good  woman, 
but  very  sensitive  and  peculiar  in 
her  disposition.  Children  enjoyed 
calling  upon  her.  because  of  her 
very  quaint  observations.  On  one 
occasion  when  some  young  ladies 
called  at  her  cottage,  she  said:  "1 
never  drink  tea,  for  it  unravels  my 
nerves." 

THE  OLD  SCHOOLHOUSE* 

I  remember,  well  remember,  the  school- 
house   on    the    hill. 

And  the  band  of  youthful  schoolmates  I 
well    remember   still; 

That  band,  alas  !  is  broken — the  grave  has 
had   a    share. 

And  some  are  widely  scattered — they  are 
gone,  we  know  not  where. 

I   remember  the  old  bucket  that  then   hung 

in   the   well ; 
To   sink   it  in   the   crystal    fount   hew    from 

the   curb  it   fell ; 
When  we  had  dipped  the  bucket  deep,  and 

filled   it  to   the  brim. 
We    drew    it:   dripping    from    the    well    and 

drank    from   its   mossy    rim. 

I    remember    ail    the   teachers,    each   one   in 

their   turn, — 
Some  were  mild  and  cheerful,  others  were 

harsh   and   stern  ; 
Some    would    try     to   please     us    and     our 

weary    hours    beguile, 
Others      would    ofl'ner      greet    us    with      a 

frown    than    with    a    smile." 

in   W.    Wilson. 


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return  home.  I  knew  two  of  the 
boys — Ike  Kingsbury,  a  little 
rusty,  scrawny  chap  in  nankeen 
breeches  and  dirty  white  jacket, 
with  hare  feet  and  sore  toes,  and 
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me  I  was  not  old  enough  to  go  to 
school,  but  I  knew  better,  and  so 
like  Mary's  little  lamb,  I  followed 
my  sister  to  school  one  day,  and 
was  uncomfortably  seated  upon  the 
low  bench,  and  there  I  sat — the 
longest  hour  I  had  ever  known — 
feeling  like  the  disobedient  cock 
down  in  the  well,  who  'ne'er  had 
been  in  this  condition,  but  for  my 
mother's    prohibition !'      Before    the 


sembled  the  inside  of  mouldy  hem- 
lock bark  ;  and  these  two  I  tried  to 
persuade  to  run  away,  but  they 
were  loyal  and  would  not  go,  and 
when  the  raps  came  on  the  window- 
sash,  the  good  boys  went  in  and  I 
ran  for  home,  keeping  an  eye  over 
my  shoulder  to  see  if  I  was  not 
being  pursued  by  the  teacher — not 
being  able  to  understand  that  my 
room  would  be  better  than  my  com- 


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pany.  I  did  not  go  to  school  again 
for  two  years,  and   then     was  sent. 

I  walked  a  mile  and  a  half,  and 
stood  in  the  dignified  presence  of 
the  teacher,  Madame  Wood,  ma- 
triculated— that  is,  told  her  my 
name,  and  saw  her  write  it  down 
in  a  little  green-covered  book — and 
commenced  storing  my  mind  with 
the  lore  of  the  public  school,  and 
with  school-boy  tricks — especially 
the  latter.  Before  the  first  term 
ended  1  had  learned  to  read  in  the 
'Easy  Lessons,'  to  spell  words  of 
two  syllables,  to  chew  gum,  whis- 
per, throw  paper  wads,  spill  my  ink, 
tread  on  the  next  boy's  toes,  make 
the  girls  giggle  by  facial  contor- 
tions, 'sass'  the  teacher,  fight  with 
the  boys,  throw  stones  through  the 
window,  and  run  away  at  intermis- 
sion to  attend  'training'  at  Keene. 
I  had  been  kept  after  school,  had 
held  down  a  nail,  toed  the  mark  for 
an  hour  with  my  hands  behind  me, 
had  been  .sent  home  (though  I 
never  went  more  than  half  way), 
had  had  my  ears  boxed  and  pulled, 
had  been  gently  swayed  to  and  fro 
by  my  foretop  (which  undoubtedly 
caused  the  premature  barefooted- 
ness  on  top  of  my  head),  and  wal- 
loped with  a  birch  stick.  I  remem- 
ber the  evening  after  the  last  men-, 
tioned  performance  asking  my 
mother  if  our  school  was  a  publick 
school,  and  remarking  that  ]  had  no 
fault  to  find  with  the  pub  part  of  it, 
but  the  lick  was  not  agreeable." 

Jn   one   of    Mrs.    Edwards'    poem, 
she  .says : 

Once  again  I  tread  the  pathway 

Leading  to   the   school-room  door ; 
Once   again    I    li^t   to   voices 

We,  on  earth,  shall  hear  no  more : 
Once  again  as  when  the  shadows 

Of  those  autumn  evenings  fell, 
I   can   hear   the  clear  tones   ringing 

Of    the    dear    old    study    bell. 

How  all  fun  and  laughter  vanished 
When   we  heard   its  warning   sound ; 

No  rest  then,  until  the  values 
Of  x,  y,  and  z  were  found; 


H iiv.    we  strove   for   thoughts  deep   hidden 

M  ikon's   epic  linos  among, 
Or   stored  up    with   mem'ry's   treasures 

Some  loved  poet's  giad,  sweet  song. 

Meeting  House 

The  second  meetinghouse  built 
in  Seward's  Village  was  49  by  37 
feet  with  porches  at  the  east  and 
west  ends,  through  which  were 
reached  the  side,  or  end  entrance 
to  the  audience  room.  In  each 
porch  was  a  stairway  leading  to  the 
gallery.  The  front  door  opened  di- 
rectly into  the  broad  isle,  at  the  op- 
posite, or  northern,  end  of  which 
was  the  pulpit.  The  pulpit  was 
reached  by  a  long  flight  of  stairs. 
The  pulpit  front  and  the  stairs  and 
balustrade  and  gallery  fronts  and 
supporting  columns  were  painted  a 
light  blue.  There  was  a  thick 
cushion  upon  the  pulpit  to  support 
the   Bible. 

The  pews  were  of  the  prevailing 
"square  pew  type"  of  that  period. 
All  were  provided  with  doors. 
The  ends  and  doors  of  the  pews 
were  panelled.  There  was  a 
"spindle  balustrade,"  or  as  some- 
times expressed  "  a  row  of  little 
spindles,"  about  the  tops  of  the 
sides  of  the  pews,  each  "spindle" 
being  about  six  inches  or  more  long. 
Most  of  these  "spindles"  could  be 
turned  around,  which  often  fur- 
nished amusement  for  little  chil- 
dren  during  service. 

These  pews  were  unpainted  and 
as  time  went  on,  rude  boys  whit- 
tled them  very  badly.  Contrary  to 
custom,  there  was  no  sounding 
board  over  the  pulpit.  There  were 
two  services  on  each  Sunday,  at 
10:30  a.  m.  and  1  o'clock  p.  m.  with 
a  Sunday  School  between  the  two 
services.  The  sermon  was  often 
an  hour  in  length.  One  pastor  had 
sermons  which  it  took  two  hours 
to  deliver,  preaching  one  half  in  the 
forenoon  and  the  other  half  in  the 
afternoon.  The  choir  was  com- 
posed of  all  persons  who  were  will- 


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289 


tng  to  sing.  The  hymn  book  was  with  no  fire,  through  those  intermi- 
Watts'  and  Select  Hymns.  There  nably  long  sermons,  in  midwinter, 
was   no    musical    instrument    except      The   caretaker  used    to   be   required 


a  bass  viol.      Reuben  Morse  "pitch 
ed  the  tunes"  for  many  years. 

During    the    Ion'.1-    prayer    (which 
was   rarely   less   than      fifteen,     and 

often   twenty      minutes      in   length), 
the  audience  stood,  the  uncushioned 


to  wash  the  meetinghouse  twice  a 
year  and  sweep  it  six  times. 
Neither  of  the  first  two  meeting- 
houses had  a  spire  or  bell. 

In    spite    of    discomforts.'  the    old 
meetinghouse     endeared      itself      to 


seats  in  the  old  square  pews  being  the  people.  The  following  lines 
raised  on  hinges.  At  the  close  of.  written  on  the  day  of  the  last  church 
the   prayer,    these   seats   were   drop-      service      in      the      above      described 


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Sullivan   Meeting-House.     Dedicated  Dec.  7,    1848. 


ped  almost  simultaneously,  with  an 
uproarious  clash. 

The  outside  of  the  building  was 
painted  in  a  yellowish  tint  with 
white  trimmings. 

In  1826  a  stove  was  allowed  for 
the  first  time,  and  the  meetinghouse 
caretaker  was  required  "to  provide 
fuel  for  the  stove,  and  keep  a  fire 
when  necessary."  Previous  to  this, 
the  only  heat  was  furnished  by  foot 
stoves  carried  by  the  women  who 
usually  obtained  their  live  coals 
from  the  open  fireplace  of  Enoch 
Woods,  near  the  meetinghouse.  It 
required  strong  moral  courage  on 
the   part   of   our    forefathers   to    sit, 


building  are  from  a  poem  by 
Dauphin  Wilson,  one  of  the  faith- 
ful attendants  at     the  old     church. 

LEAVING  THE  OLD 
MEETINGHOUSE. 

Farewell,  these  old  gray   walls,   farewell; 

Farewell  each   foot-worn  aisle. 
How   many   score    the    friends   who    here 

Have  met   us   with   a    smile. 

Like    autumn    leaves    torn    from    the    trees, 
They're    scattered     far    and    wide. 

Some  rest  in  yonder  burying  ground, 
There  sleeping  side  by  side. 

Some  chose  a  home  still  further  north. 
Where    'neath    the    frosts    and    snows, 

F"ar  from  their  early  childhood's  home, 
'their  bodies  now  repose. 


290 


THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY* 


Some  made  the  distant   west  their  home, 

Nearer   thi    setting   sun, 
An  1  on  the  prairies  sank  to  rest. 

Their   earthly   work    well    done. 

Some,    too,    passed    through      the    "Golden 
Gale." 

A  fortune  there  tb  rain, 
\\  here   gold   is    found   in    shining   sands, 

On    California's    plain. 

Some  made  the  sunny  South  their  home, 

In   days   long  since  gone   by, 
And    sleep   their    last    long   dreamless    sleep 

Beneath    its    genial    sky. 

And  some  of  those  who  now  remain, 

Who  oft  have  met  us  here, 
Have   heads   all    silvered   o'er    with   age, 

With   frost   of   many  a  year. 

Their    life   lamps   burn    but  dimly   now; 

The   flickering  soon   will  cease; 
And    heavn'Iy    light   will  guide   their   steps. 

Where    all    is   rest   and   peace. 

These  old  walls,  too,  must  soon  come  down 

He    levelled    with   the   ground ; 
Like   those    who   once  did   worship    here, 

They'll   soon   be   scattered  round. 

Whene'er  a  fragment  I  shall  see, 

'  f  will    in   my   mind   renew 
The   thought  of   friends,  so  near   and   dear, 

Who    S3t    in   every   pew. 

The  Sullivan  minister  enjoys  the 
use  of  a  good  parsonage,  beautiful 
for  its  situation,  which  commands 
a  line  view  of  Monadnock  and  many 
hills  and  mountains  to  the  south 
and  south-east,  with  views  of  peaks 
in  Massachusetts  and  Vermont. 
This  parsonage  was  willed  to  the 
societv  by  Asa  Ellis  who  died  Feb. 
14,  1874. 

One  of  the  early  ministers  stipu- 
lated that  35  cords  of  wood  should 
be  annually  drawn  to  his  house  by 
the  parish.  Similar  arrangements 
were  made  with  some  of  the  later 
ministers.  The  provision  for  the 
pastor's  wood  was  finally  made 
permanent  by  the  will  of  James 
Comstock,  who  died  April  6,  1861, 
and  willed  to  the  society  a  valuable 
wood  lot. 

Cemeteries,  Funerals,  Etc. 

On  March  4,  1797,  a  committee 
of  six   men   was   chosen   to   lay   out 


the  buryi  tig-ground  in  form.  They 
proceeded  to  do  so,  and  a  chart  of 
the  ground  was  prepared  on  sheep- 
skin parchment,  which  was  then,  or 
later,  fastened  to  stout  cloth.  On 
this  chart,  the  lots  were  properly 
delineated  and  the  names  of  lot- 
takers  inserted  from  time  to  time, 
as  they  were  taken.  As  a  result  of 
this  extraordinary  foresight  on  the 
part  of  the  founders  of  this  town, 
it  has  been  possible  to  identify 
everv-  grave  in  the  old  cemetery, 
with  possibly  the  exception  of  those 
in  a  single,  lot  of  which  the  lot- 
taker's  name  had  become  illegible 
upon    the   old   chart. 

On  March  13,  1827,  the.  town  vot- 
ed to  purchase  a  hearse  and  build  a 
house  to  keep  it  in.  On  the  eighth 
day  of  the  preceding  December, 
Samuel  Osgood  died.  There  had 
been  a  heavy  fall  of  snow,  which 
had  been  melted  by  a  thaw,  and  the 
roads  were  exceedingly  muddy. 
It  was  decided  to  convey  his  body 
to  the  grave  upon  the  body  of  a 
wagon,  in  consequence  of  the  bad 
travelling.  This  was  the  first  corpse 
in  town  which  had  been  carried  to 
a  grave  upon  a  wheeled  vehicle. 
In  winter,  however,  when  the  snow 
was  deep  and  drifted,  a  few  bodies 
had  been  conveyed  to  the  cemetery 
upon  ox  sleds.  The  body  of 
Nathan  Bolster,  whose  funeral  oc- 
curred in  the  midst  of  a  howling 
snow  storm  in  February,  was  thus 
carried  to  the  grave. 

The  hearse  was  built  within  a 
month  from  the  day  the  town  had 
authorized  its  construction.  It  was 
hurriedly  finished  at  the  last,  that 
it  might  be  used  at  the  funeral  of 
Sparhawk  Kendall,  who  died  on 
April  4  of  the  same  year.  His  body 
was  the  first  which  was  borne  to  its 
grave  in  Sullivan  upon  a  regular 
hearse.  The  hearse-house  was  built 
the  same  year  exactly  where  the 
gate  of  the  cemetery  is  now  placed. 
Forty  dollars  was  paid  for  making 
the   hearse  and   hearse-house. 


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■291 


During  its  existence  that  hearse 
called  at  nearly  every  door  in  Sulli- 
van, li  was  a  clumsy  vehicle,  for 
one  lior.se.  with  heavy  black  cloth 
curtains  at  the  sides  and  rear  end. 
the  bottom  of  the  curtains  being 
edged  with  deep  black  fringe.  Dur- 
ing the  funeral  service,  the  coffin 
was  covered  with  the  heavy  black 
nail,  called  the  "burying-cloth." 
The  service,  anciently,  was  of  great 
length,  lite  sermon  alone  often  oc- 
cupying an  hour,  not  to  speak  of 
the  Bible  reading,  prayers  and 
hymns.  Few  flowers  were  used, 
only  simple  bouquets  or  wreaths  of 
common  garden  dowers  in  their 
season,  or  perhaps  a  few  wild 
flowers.  At  the  funeral  of  Mrs. 
Daniel  Wilson,  in  1825,  a  bunch  of 
tansy  in  blossom  was  laid  upon  the 
pall.  In  winter,  the  absence  of 
flowers,  the  chilly  air.  and  the 
dreary  services  rendered  such  an 
occasion  a  most  gloomy  procedure- 
All  the  citizens  of  the  town,  as  a 
rttle,  attended  funerals  in  olden 
times.  At  one  funeral,  a  town 
meeting  was  adjourned,  for  a  time. 
to  afford  all  an  opportunity  to  be 
present.  Mourners  were  seated, 
during  the  services,  with  a  math-. 
metical  precision,  beginning  with 
the  "head  mourner,"  (because  plac- 
ed at  the  head  of  the  coffin),  and 
proceeding  according  to  the  vary- 
ing grades  of  blood  relationship. 
Complaints  were  not  infrequently 
heard  of  those  who  were  "not  plac- 
ed as  near  the  corpse  as  they  should 
have  been."  Errors  on  the  part  of 
the  "conductor  of  the  funeral"  were 
likely  to  be  forcefully  brought  to 
his   notice. 

After  the  long  service  was  con- 
cluded, the  assembled  friends  "took 
leave  of  the  departed."  This  leave- 
taking  called  forth  a  certain  mor- 
bid curiosity  to  watch  the  chief 
mourners  as  they  took  their  leave, 
to  see  "how  they  took  it,"  to  quote 
the  current  expression.  After  all 
had   taken    their   last     look     at   the 


face  of  the  deceased,  a  white  cloth 
was  placed  over  the  face  of  the 
corpse,  and  the  coffin  was  then  clos- 
ed and  the  pall  wrapped  about  it. 
It  was  then  fastened  to  the  bier,  on 
the  ends  of  whose  legs  were  rude 
ca.stors.  This  bier,  surmounted  by 
the  coffin,  was  then  trundled  into 
the  body  of  the  hearse.  This  action 
produced  a  squeaking.  grating 
sound,  strikingly  noticeable  on  such 
an  occasion.  Children  were  some- 
times frightened  with  the  thought 
that    the   corpse    was   screaming. 

As  a  rule  there  was  no  committal 
.service,  nor  any  special  religious 
service  at  the  grave.  The  minister 
rarely  went  to  the  grave,  except 
upon  some  occasion  of  unusual  in- 
terest. After  the  coffin  had  been 
deposited  in  thq  grave,  the  con- 
ductor of  the  funeral  thanked  the 
bearers  and  all  who  had  assisted  in 
any  way  upon  the  solemn  occasion, 
and  usually  invited  all  to  return  to 
the  late  home  of  the  deceased, 
where  it  was  expected  that  a 
bountiful  dinner  would  be  served, 
often  largely  or  wholly  provided  by 
neighbors,  and  of  which  the  greater 
portion  would  partake. 

Until  1S27,  it  had  been  the  cus- 
tom to  serve  liquors  at  funerals. 
Sometimes  they  were  set  upon  a 
table,  where  anyone  could  help 
one's  self.  Sometimes  a  punch  was 
served.  The  "parson"  was  polite- 
ly served  first,  wdio  sometimes  al- 
lowed his  glass  to  be  replenished, 
and  who  rarely  refused  to  be  serv- 
ed. 

After  the  bell  was  placed  in  the 
church  belfry  in  1860  it  was  cus- 
tomary to  toll  for  the  death  of  any- 
one in  town.  The  bell  was  tolled 
for  a  quarter  of  an  hour  or  more, 
with  long  intervals  between  the 
strokes  of  nearly  a  minute  in 
length.  At  the  conclusion,  the  age 
was  struck,  by  giving  as  many 
strokes  as  there  were  completed 
years  in  the  deceased  person's  age. 
After  another  pause,  a  single  stroke 


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THK  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


was  given  if  the  person  were  a 
male,  and  two  strokes  if  a  female. 
It  was  not  customary  to  toll  for 
infants  tinder  three  years  of  age. 
On  the  day  of  the  burial,  if  the 
procession  passed  the  church,  the 
bell  was   tolled  while  it  passed. 

Tragedies,   Casualties,  Fires,  Etc. 

Grim  tragedy  entered  this  peace- 
ful village,  as  it  is  wont  to  do  in 
every  locality.  It  made  no  dis- 
tinction of  persons,  and  often  laid 
low  an  individuality  which  the  vil- 
lage least  desired  to  spare.  Roth 
old  and  young  were  victims.  On 
Nov.  2.  1897.  occurred  one  of  the 
saddest  and  most  shocking  trage- 
dies which  ever  occurred  in  Sew- 
ard's Village.  Leland  Ernest 
Ileald,  a  little  boy  two  years  of  age, 
was  fatally  shot,  while  sitting  on 
his  mother's  lap.  A  neighbor  was 
calling  upon  Mr.  Heald,  and  they 
were  looking  at  guns.  While  ex- 
amining a  gun.  the  man  happened 
to  discharge  it. 

The  muzzle  by  an  unlucky 
chance.  was  so  pointed  that  the 
bullet  pierced  the  little  boy's  heart 
and  he  soon  expired.  It  was,  an- 
other of  the  many  cases  of  "1  did 
not  know  it  was  loaded."  Nothing 
could  induce  the  mother  to  ever 
afterward  live  in  the  house  where 
the    accident    occurred. 

Insanity  was  the  cause  of  two 
murders  in  town,  and  carelessness 
was  responsible  for  several  casual- 
ties. 

In  May  1812,  James  Estey  lost  an 
eye.  He  had  been  suffering  from 
an  acute  pain  in  the  eye  for  some 
time.  It  was  thought,  at  first,  that 
he  had  scratched  it  with  the  thorn 
of  a  gooseberry  bush  near  which 
he  was  playing,  but  later  circum- 
stances disproved  this  view.  The 
eye  had  begun  to  obtrude  from  his 
head  when  the  surgeons  advised  its 
removal.  The  operation  was  per- 
*From  a  poem  by   Dauphin  YV.  Wilson, 


formed  by  Amos  Twitchell.  M.  D., 
one  of  the  best  and  ablest  surgeons 
^\  New  England.  It  was  before 
lie  days  of  ether.  The  poor  fellow 
was  fastened  into  a  chair  and  the 
operation  lasted  thirty-five  minutes. 
The  agony  of  the  boy  during  the 
operation  was  almost  indescribable. 
His  screams  were  heard  a  long 
distance.  On  removing  the  eye  it 
was  found  that  seven  tumors,  of 
varying  sizes,  had  begun  to  de- 
velop in  the  eye-socket,  and  had 
nearly  pushed  his  eye  out  of  his 
head.  Young  Estey  was  then 
eighteen  years  of  age.  He  surviv- 
ed   this   ordeal    many    vears. 

In  1809,  the  dwelling  of  Daniel 
Wilson  was  burned.  Two  daugh- 
ters, Sally  and  Betsey,  were  ''fix- 
ing" to  get  married.  The  flax 
wheels  were  humming  and  tow  and 
flax  were  much  in  evidence.  While 
they  were  busily  spinning,  a  dog 
chased  a  cat  through  the  room. 
His  tail  brushed  through  the  open 
fire  and  caught  afire.  He  switched 
it  into  the  flax,  of  which  there  was 
an  abundance  lying  around,  and  no 
human  power  could  save  the  house 
which  was  sC)on  in  flames.  Very 
httle  was  saved  from  the  wreck. 
The  household  goods,  including  a 
line  outfit  for  the  two  girls,  "went 
up  in  smoke."  Sally  expeditiously 
renewed  her  preparations  and  was 
married  "inside  the  frame  of  the 
house  being  erected  on  the  new- 
site,"  Jan.   1,   1810. 

WAR-TIME  LADS  OF 
SEWARD'S    VILLAGE.* 

"They    heard    their    country    calling 

Upon    her    sons    for    aid : 
With     patriotic     fervor, 

They   cheerfully   obeyed. 

They    left    their    friends   behind   them — 
Their    homes    where    they    were    born ; 

Where  passed   their   early   childhood, 
Their  youth's    bright,   happy    morn. 

Where  balls  flew  swift  and  thickest, 
'I  hey    stood   in    firm    array : 

Esq. 


SEWARD'S  VILLAGE 


2QJ 


Where  steel  met 
They    onward 


.•el  the  fiercest, 

irced    their     wav. 


They    fought    for    right  .and    freedom, 

And    not    lor   worldly    fame. 
No    sfairfs   on   their   escutcheon; 

Hach    left   an    honored    name." 

One  of  our  lads,  Asahel  Nims, 
marched  from  Keene,  on  that  event- 
ful Friday  morning,  April  21,  1775. 
under  Capt.  Isaac  Wyman.  After 
the  men  were  enlisted,  a  faint- 
hearted fellow  showed  cowardice, 
and  wished  to  be  excused.  There 
was  opposition  to  this,  but  young 
Xim.s,  overhearing"  the  argument, 
exclaimed,  "'Let  the  coward  go.  I 
will  take  his  place."  He  did  so. 
He  left  his  little  clearing  and  the 
young  woman  who  was  to  have  be- 
come his  wife,  and  marched  with 
Captain  Wyman,  and  was  made  a 
"sergeant"  in  his  company.  Cap- 
tain Stiles  commanded  the  company 
at  Hunker  Hill,  and  there  young 
Nims  offered  up  his  life,  the  first 
man,  from  that  soil  which  now  con- 
stitutes Sullivan,  to  lose  his  life  in 
battle.  His  name,  with  others  of 
the  slain,  is  on  a  bronze  tablet,  plac- 
ed upon  a  gate  of  the  Bunker  Hill 
enclosure. 

There  were  about  67  men,  who 
came  to  the  little  village  of  Sulli- 
van, arid  settled  farms  during  or 
soon  after  the  war,  who  had  seen 
service  in  the  Revolution. 

An  interesting  feature  in  the  his- 
tory of  any  town  was  its  military 
company  or  companies.  In  the  old 
colonial  days  and  until  the  Declara- 
tion of^  Independence,  the  militia 
consisted  practically  of  all  effective 
men.  During  the  Revolution,  and 
for  some  time  after,  the  militia  was 
divided  into  two  classes,  the  train- 
ing band  and  the  alarm  list.  The 
"training  days"  were  occasions  of 
much  merriment  for  the  boys.  It 
wa.s  the  custom  for  the  subordinate 
officers  of  the  company  to  rally  the 
men  at  some  convenient  point,  at 
a   very   early  hour  of  the   morning, 


and  march  to  the  captain's  house 
and  fire  a  salute  to  waken  him, 
which  was  regarded  in  reality  as  a 
complimentary  salute.  Sometimes 
the  fun  was  carried   too  far. 

When  Josiah  G.  White  was  the 
captain,  not  contented  with  firing 
the  salute  in  his  yard,  some  of  the 
"boys"  entered  the  house  (houses 
in  those  days  were  never,  or  rarely, 
fastened)  and  dischargeel  their 
firearms  up  the  chimney,  in  the  old 
fashioned  fireplace.  Mrs.  White 
had  her  "baking"  lying  upon  the 
hearth,  and  the  soot  which  was  dis- 
lodged utterly  ruined  all  her  pies, 
bread,  beans,  etc. 

The  regimental  muster  occurred 
in  September  or  October  of  each 
year  and  was  the  great  holiday  of 
the  season.  Venders  of  fruit, 
candy  and  gingerbread,  and  hawk- 
ers and  peddlers  of  all  descriptions 
frecjuented  the  field.  Men,  women, 
and  children  came  from  all  the 
towns  whose  militia  was  represent- 
ed. It  was  more  exciting  than  the 
modern  circus.  Cider  and  strong 
drinks  were  freely  sold  and  used. 
The  canteens  of  the  soldiers,  which 
held  a  epiart,  were  usually  well 
filled  in  the  morning,  and,  it  is  fair 
to  presume,  were  empty  before 
night,  in  some  cases  at  least. 

A  brigade  muster  was  an  unusual 
event.  There  were  several  thous- 
and men  in  line  and  thousands  of 
people  came  to  witness  the  spec- 
tacle. 

One  notable  occasion  of  that 
character  was  the  great  brigade 
muster  in  Swanzey  in  1810, 
when  Philemon  Whitcomb  of  that 
town  was  the  major  general  of  the 
3rd  Division.  Swanzey  was  Whit- 
comb's  home  and  he  took  the  great- 
est pride  in  making  this  one  of  the 
most  remarkable  events  of  his  life. 
There  were  as  many  as  4,000  sol- 
diers in  line  and  twice  as  many 
spectators  were  present.  The  last 
muster  of  the  old  time  militia  in 
this  vicinity   was  at  Keene,  October 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


2.  1850.  The  Companies  had  fine 
and  brilliant  uniforms,  but  the  rain 
poured    down    in    torrents   during   a 

large  part  of  the  time.  The  in- 
spection and  review  took  place,  but 
the  ceremonies  were  much  curtail- 
ed and  the  heavy  rain  spoiled  the 
appearance  of  everything. 

Of  the  men  and  lads  who  served 
in  the  Civil  War  from  Sullivan. 
nearly  half  lost  their  lives  in  battle 
or  by  disease  incidental  to  army 
life.  The  sacrifice  was  very  pre- 
cious and  costly  for  a  little  town 
of  this  size.  They  were  sincerely 
mourned,  but  no  relative  has  ever 
been  heard  to  wish  that  they  had 
remained  at  home  and  avoided  the 
danger. 

Silas  L.  Black,  an  "only  son  of  a 
widowed  mother,"  enlisted  Sept. 
6,  and  was  mustered  in  Sept.  17. 
1861.  He  died  of  disease  at  Budds 
Ferry,  Md..  Dec.  20,  1861,  and  his 
body  was  the  first  soldier  brought 
back  to  town  for  burial.  The  event 
occasioned  much  sympathy  and  in- 
terest. 

Of  Lieut.  Milan  D.  Spaulding  it 
i.s  said  "with  the  exception  of  chills. 
he  did  not  see  a  sick  day  in  the  ser- 
vice. He  was  in  every  engagement 
(and  the  list  is  an  exceedingly  long 
one)  in  which  his  company  was  en- 
gaged, except  First  Bull  Run  and 
Drury's  Bluff.  He  was  never  in 
the  hospital,  never  rode  a  step  on 
any  march,  and  came  home  without 
a  scratch."  Thi.s  regiment  was  in 
many  of  the  greatest  battles  of  the 
war.  No  Sullivan  man  ever  had  a 
finer  war  record. 

Ormond  F.  Nims  was  connected 
for  six  years,  as  lieutenant,  captain, 
and  major,  with  the  old  Boston 
Light  Artillery.  In  the  Civil  War 
he  served  three  years  and  five 
months  as  the  captain  of  the  fam- 
ous "Nims  Battery,"  and  "for  gal- 
lant and  meritorious  services  dur- 
ing the  war,"  he  received  the  three 
brevet   ranks   of   major,      lieutenant 


colonel  and  colonel.  He  attained 
the  most  distinguished  raid,  of  any 
native  of  the  town  during  the  Civil 
War.  His  battery  lias  an  honor- 
able place  in  the  history  of  that 
great  Conflict. 

There  were  in  the  Civil  War,  23 
men  who  belonged  to  the  town  of 
Sullivan,  33  who  were  natives  or 
former  residents,  and  19  more  who 
came  there  to  live  afterwards,  mak- 
ing a  ^grand  total  of  75,  connected 
with  Sullivan,  who  participated  in 
that  memorable  conflict. 

July  4,  1867,  a  soldier's  monu- 
ment, the  first  in  the  state  to  be 
dedicated,  was  appropriately  dedi- 
cated to  Sullivan's  "unreturning 
braves,"  ten  of  them,  who  gave 
their  lives  for  their  country. 

On  this  monument  are  inscribed 
the  names  and  records  of  those  ten 
men  ;  at  the  dedication  of  the  monu- 
ment an  address,  by  Captain  C.  F. 
Wilson,  closed  with  these  words: 
"So  long  as  that  granite  rests  on  its 
foundation,  so  long  as  those  inscrip- 
tions remain  in  the  marble,  so  long 
a.s  that  spire  rises  toward  heaven, 
long  after  our  bodies  have  gone 
back  to  dust,  and  our  spirits  return- 
ed unto  God  who  gave  them,  will 
generation  after  generation  rise  up 
and    call    you    blessed." 

Literary   "Lights"    of   Seward's 
Village. 

The  village  has  produced  a  few 
writers  who  were  endowed  by 
nature  with  a  natural  genius  for 
poetry  and  prose  composition. 

Captain  Eliakim  Nims  was  a 
born  humorist,  in  the  most  proper 
sense  of  that  term.  His  wit  was 
original  and  harmless,  yet  pointed 
and  entertaining.  He  was  a  readv 
versifier  and  could  produce  poetry 
on  the  spur  of  the  moment.  He 
was  a  natural  rhymester.  One  day, 
Benaiah  Cooke,' the  editor  of  the 
Cheshire  Republican,  meeting  him 
upon    the    street    in    Keene,   said    to 


SEWARD'S  YII.1  AGE 


29? 


him:  "Mr.  Nirns,  1  hear  that  you 
can  make  a  poem  on  the  spot,  as 
quickly  as  ever  Watts  did."  Mr. 
Nims  replied:  "I  can  sir."  Then 
said  Mr.  Cooke,  "Give  me  one  now." 
Immediately,  Capt.  Nims  began: 

"Oi   all  the  villains   whom   God    torsook, 
His    name. — it    v. as    Benaiah    Cook. 
The  earth   was  glad,  and   Heaven   v.illin', 
To   lei    the    Devil    have   the    villain."      - 

There  was  no  ill  feeling  between 

the  men  and  Mr.  Cooke  enjoyed  the 
joke  (for  it  was  only  intended  as 
such)  and  appreciated  the  readi- 
ness with  which  Mr.  Nims  reeled 
oil'  the   poetry. 


with  regard  to  courtship.  After 
meeting  with  a  refusal  from  that 
same  young  lady,  he  was  ashamed 
to  go  where  any  of  the  boys  would 
see  him  and  crawled  into  a  shed. 
Eventually  he  fell  asleep,  and  roll- 
ed into  the  hog-  pen.  He  was  then 
obliged  to  go  home  at  once,  in  that 
sorry  plight,  and.  on  the  way,  he 
encountered  some  of  the  boys  and 
was  obliged  to  confess  the  affair. 
Captain  Nims  immediately  compos- 
ed a  most  humorous  poem  upon  the 
subject. 

The   citizens   of   the      tow'n     long 
preserved     a    riddle      invented      by 


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Representatives  of   Sullivan   families   at   the  Golden   Wedding  of   Mr.  and   Mrs.   Dauphin 
W.  Wilson,  at  Keene,  November  3,  1886. 


If  anything  happened  that  was 
ridiculous,  he  was  quite  likely  to 
describe  the  subject  in  verse.  A 
certain  young  fellow  of  the  olden 
time  desired  to  pay  his  addresses  to 
a  proud-spirited  young  woman  who 
would  not  listen  to  him.  The  fel- 
low, not  doubting  that  his  company 
would  be  acceptable  to  any  lady, 
had  made  known  to  the  boys  that 
he  was  going  to  the  house  "to  stay 
with  the  young  lady,"  as  the  ex- 
pression   was    used    in    olden      time 


Captain  Nims.  A  black  boy.  nam- 
ed David,  went  to  Keene  one  day 
and  benight  a  kettle.  He  came 
home,  mounted  on  a  brown  horse, 
carrying  his  kettle  on  his  head,  with 
the  three  legs  up.  It  was  a  comical 
sight,  and  Mr.  Nims,  who  saw  it, 
immediately   composed    this   riddle: 

'"Black    upon    black, 
And    black   upon   brown  ; 
Three    legs   up 
•  And   six    legs   down." 

Cynthia   Locke  was  a  lyric  poet- 


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T1IK  GRAN 


MONTHLY 


ess  of  much  credit.  One  of  hei 
poems  appears   in   this  article. 

Dauphin  W.  Wilson  was  a  bal- 
ladist,  and  the  true  spirit  of  poetry 

was  in  his  nature.  He  was  par- 
ticularly attached  to  his  native 
town,  ;  nd  every  object  of  int.  rest 
which  ever  existed  in  the  town  was 
treasured  by  him  in  memory.  The 
old  meetinghouse,  the  schoolhouse, 
of  his  childhood,  the  old  cemetery, 
the  old  halls  and  stores,  all  re-ap- 
peared in  his  imagination  over  and 
over  again.  Extracts  from  several 
of  his  poems  have  already  been 
given. 

Rev.  Josiah  Peabody  was  a 
satirist  who  did  not  always  spare 
the  feelings  of  those  whom  has 
satire  hit.  He  was  a  graduate  of 
Dartmouth  College,  belonged  to  a 
family  of  great  distinction  in  New 
England,  and  had  inherited  a  fond- 
ness for  wit  and  sarcasm  which 
characterized  much  of  his  literary 
work,  lie  published  several  poems 
in  the  local  county  papers,  some  of 
which  were  deserving  of  a  place  in 
a  permanent   collection  of  literature. 

Marquis  DeLafayette  Collester, 
a  young  man  of  great  promise,  who 
died  before  he  had  fully  developed 
his  latent  powers,  early  evinced  a 
poetic  talent  of  a  high  order.  At 
his  graduation  at  Bernarston, 
Mass.,  he  read  an  original  poem, 
which  was  a  production  of  much 
excellence,  graceful  in  form,  and 
stately  in  movement.  He  graduat- 
ed from  Middlebury.  Yt..  College, 
became  a  lawyer,  also  the  principal 
of  a  .seminary  in  Minnesota,  and 
died  early  in  life.  He  was  a  bril- 
liant young  man  wdiose  light  was 
too  early  extinguished.  The  fol- 
lowing is  an  extract  from  his 
graduation  poem : 

HEROES  OF  PYMOUTH  ROCK 

':  here   is   n    spot   of    fair    ancestral   name, 
Rich    in    historic    narrative    and    fame. 
The      heme    of      purity, — New      England's 
pride, — 


The  place  where  exiled  heroes  lived  and 
died. 

Where  once  was  wilderness  and  gloom  and 
strife, 

See   villages   and   cities   spring   to   life; 

Where  once  was  ignorance  and  vice  and 
crime. 

Now  hear  the  merry  church  hells  weekly 
chime  ; 

Where  threats  of  savage  vengeance  fdled 
the  air, 

Now  list  the  sweet  persuasiveness  of 
prayer. 

Methinks    with    less    preliminary    talk 

You  would  anticipate  "Old  Plvmouth 
Rock," 

The  spot  where  truth  first  lit  her  heacon 
fires, 

And  with  a  dauntless  zeal  that  never  tires, 

Did   struggle  to   maintain   on   every  hand 

Religious   freedom  and  the  rights  of  man. 

Her  s:urdy  champions   left  upon  our  shore 

Impressions    that    will    live     forevermore. 

Undying  records  of   their  deeds   we   find 

Within  the  grateful  hearts  of  all  mankind. 

Man's  right  to  worship  God  as  he  might 
choose 

Was   once   a   theme    for   critical   reviews; 

But  when  the  Mavfiower's  weather-beaten 
keel 

Its  stormy  way  toward  Plvmouth  Rock- 
did    feel. 

When   first   upon   our  bleak,  deserted   soil, 

With    courage    rare,    and    persevering    toil, 

Undaunted    by    the   storm    or    billows'   toss, 

They  reared  the  standard  of  the  Chris- 
tian  cross, 

An  era  dawned  upon  the  sin-stained  earth, 

Surcharged  vi.h  blessing,  and  replete  with 
worth  ; 

"Freedom  to  worship  God"  did  then  en- 
gage 

The    rapt    attention    of    that    haughty   age; 

Along  the  brow  of  heaven,  wi.h  words  of 
fire, 

The  sacred  motto  mounted   higher,  higher. 

And,  like  the  star  of  Bethlehem,  stood  still, 

The  prophecy  of  ages  to  fulfil. 

By  far  the  best  writer  of  verse 
whom  Sullivan  has  yet  produced  is 
Mrs.  Edwards,  whose  maiden 
name  was  Ellen  .  Sophia  Ke'ith. 
Although  she  was  born  in  Keene, 
she  had  lived  in  Sullivan  from  her 
earliest  childhood  until  her  father's 
decease,  although  away  much  of  the 
time,   engaged    in'  teaching. 

She  was  well  educated,  and  was 
an  excellent  school  teacher  as  well 
as  a  poetess  of  especial  merit.  Her 
poems  have  been  one  of  the  features 
of  the  exercises  at  Old  Home   Day 


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gatherings   in      Sullivan.       Sullivan  And,  with    faith  serene,  urrwav'ring, 

has   its    Old    Home    Week   Associa-  .,£assed*0  tha1   immoftal  >h"rS    .... 

,    ■          ,     ,  ,                   •                  •  Where,     like    iruuraut    breath    oJ     lilies 

tion,  and   has  held  some  interesting:  Love   flows    round    them    evermore, 
and  happy  meetings,  and   welcomed 

hack  to  the  soil  of  the  old  home  the  We   still    linger    'mid    the    turmoil 

sons  and  daughters  that  have  made  D°f    :his    earth-    our    w.ork   not    don,e; 

' .     -      ,                  ■''•■!  "'tit     our    eves    are     turning     westward 

their   homes   in   other   towns.  Toward    the    setting  of   life's    sun. 

\\  e    can    iimaging    them    on    Old  But,  although  our  lucks  are  whitening. 

Home  Dav  as  they  bid  adieu  to  the  'though  joy  after  joy  departs. 

Old     home'  town,    'this    little    village  Let    us.   as    we    journey    homeward. 

,  .    ,      ,           ,                ,       •    .     ,             ~    °  Keep    sweet    summer   in   our    hearts. 
which    has    been    depicted    as    Sew- 
ard's    Village,     lovingly     saying,    »in  Let  us  on  to  heights  more  lofty 
the    words    of    their      own       poetess,  than  we  dreamed  of   in  our  youth; 
Mrs     Edwards'  Pause   not   in  our   earnest   striving 

,   '"               "       "'  After    knowledge,     wisdom,    trulh. 

Tenderly    we    dwell   and    fondly  Oxer    life's    rough,    stony    pathway, 

Upon   those  of   our  dear   hand  Let  us    walk   with   courage  true, 

"Who,   grown    weary    in    life's    struggle,  Till    for   us   Heaven's   gates   are   opened 

Clasped    death's    kind    and    gentle    hand,  And  we  hid   this   world  adieu. 

(.The  material    for  the   foregoing  article  has   been     aken    from   the    History   of    Sulli- 
van   (by   permission,   the   History    is   copyrighted),   and    much   has   been   copied  verbatim. 

It  would  be  impossible  to  improve  on  Dr.  Seward's  graphic  descriptions.  It  has  been 
attempted  rnejely  to  place  before  the  reader  some  few  of  the  many  interesting-  parts 
of   the   Sullivan   Town   History.) 


IN  THE  COUNTRY 

By  Ruth  Bassett  Eddy. 

In  June,  one  .song-filled,  golden  day, 

Where    nature    laughed    o'er    st.  etch    of   field. 
I  saw  a  lone  hill  far  away. 

Where   five   white   tomb-stones   stood   revealed. 
Resting  alone   upon   that  hill 
The  dead  lay  happily  and  still. 

The  peace  of  earth  and  wind  and  sky 
Sang  e'er  to  them  a  lullaby. 

Away  from   pain  and   fret  and   tears — ■ 
An  endless  sleep  thro'  endless  years. 

And   oft.   since  then,   mid   stormy   strife 

01  city  din   and  shrieking   life. 
Of  traffic's  roar  and  fickle  trade, 

Where  souls  are  lost  and  fortunes  made, 
I've  thought  of  that  far,  lonely  hill 

Where  stood  the  grave-stones  white  and  still ; 
And  wished,  when  death's  sleep  came  to  me, 

I  might  know  .such  serenity. 


AS* 


CONCORD  POST  OF  THE  AMERICAN  LEGION 


By  George 

"We  won't  come  back  till  it's 
over  over  there" — thus  they  sang  as 
they  confidently  left  our  shores,  the 
fnst  American  Army  to  cross  the 
Atlantic  to  participate  in  a  war 
waged  on  European  soil.  They 
made  good  their  promise  in  a  way 
that  won  highest  and  unstinted 
praise  from  commanding  officers 
of  other  countries  and  which  in- 
scribed their  names  in  letters  of 
gold  in  the  temple  of  world  peace 
and  freedom — the  memory  of  man- 
kind. 

If  the  task  .so  courageously  and 
throughly  accomplished  by  the 
boys  in  khaki  had  been  followed  by 
equal  energy  and  dispatch  in  recon- 
struction and  re-adjustment,  we 
would  not  now — two  and  a  half 
years  after  the  armistice  was  sign- 
ed— be  confronted  with  the  spec- 
tacle of  a  world  in  upheaval  and 
grave  domestic  problems  to  solve 
because  of  long-deferrod  world 
peace  and  general    instability. 

The  same  high  principles  of 
loyalty  to  truth  and  justice  that  led 
the  doughboys  to  spread  consterna- 
tion in  the  camp  of  the  Boche  and, 
Uke  the  chivalric  knights  of  old, 
succor  distressed  humanity  charac- 
terize them  today.  Though  dis- 
banded and  scattered  as  soldiers  of 
peace  in  various  industries,  they 
have  preserved  their  solidaritv  and 
the  same  purpose  actuates  their  ef- 
forts as  members  of  their  organiza- 
tion— The   American   Legion. 

Post  Number  21  of  Concord,  is 
the  local  branch  affiliated  with  the 
national  order  which  was  organized 
in  1919  with  posts  established  in 
every  part  of  the  country.  Any  ex- 
service  man  or  woman  is  eligible 
for  membership  and  every  branch 
of  service  is  represented  in  the 
roster  which  is  at  the  same  time  a 
list  of  the  World  War  veterans 
who,   like    the   Grand    Army   of   the 


IV.  Parker. 

Republic,  have  dedicated  their 
lives  on  the  altar  of  their  countrv's 
freedom. 

The  purpose  of  the  American  Le- 
gion is  well  set  forth  in  the  pre- 
amble of  the  National  Constitution 
adopted  at  Minneapolis,  Minn 
Nov.  10,  1919.  "For  God  and 
Country,     we     associate     ourselves 


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.      : 

Dr.  Ror.F-KT  O.  Blood. 

Three  times  elected  Commander  of 
Concord  Post.  No.  21.  Served  in  Medical 
Corps  with  the  26th  Division.  Promoted 
to  rank  of  Major  and  awarded  Distinguish- 
ed Service  Cross  and  Croix  de  Guerre. 

together  for  the  following  pur- 
poses: To  uphold  and  defend  the 
Constitution  of  the  United  States 
of  America;  to  maintain  law  and 
order;  to  foster  and  perpetuate  a 
one  hundred  per  cent  Americanism  ; 
to  preserve  the  memories  and  inci- 
dents of  our  association  in  the 
Great  War ;  to  inculcate  a  sense  of 
individual  obligation  to  the  com- 
munity, state  and  nation ;  to  com- 
bat the  autocracy  of  both  the 
classes  and  the  masses,  to  make 
Right  the  master  of  Might;  to  pro- 


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mote  peace  and  good  will  On  earth; 
to  safeguard  and  transmit  to  pos- 
terity the  principles  of  justice,  free- 
dom and  democracy  :  to  consecrate 
and  sanctity  our  comradeship  by 
our  devotion  to  mutual  helpful- 
ness." 

Post  Number  21  was  formed  at  a 
meeting  held  in  the  state  armory, 
July  14.  1919.  Nineteen  ex-service 
men  were  present  in  response  to  the 
invitations  sent  out.  After  the  ob- 
ject of  the  meeting-  had  been  stated, 
it  was  voted  to  organize,  and  the 
following  officers  were  elected  :  Dr. 
Robert  O.  Blood,  commander;  An- 
drew Saltmarsh,  vice-commander; 
Dion  C.  Wingate.  finance  officer; 
Clifton  A.  Smith,  adjutant ;  George 
W.    Morrill,    historian. 

The  membership  of  the  local  post 
has  grown  steadily  up  to  the  pres- 
ent. It  now  includes  610  World 
War  veterans,  the  largest  number 
enrolled  in  any  one  post  in  the 
state. 

The  roster  appended  is  an  honor 
roll  of  which  Concord  may  well  feel 
proud. 

The  first  state  convention  of  the 
New  Hampshire  posts.  American 
Legion,  was  held  at  The  Weirs. 
August  28.  1919.  Delegates  from  all 
over  the  state  were  present  and 
marked  enthusiasm  characterized 
the  proceedings.  An  able  board  of 
officers  was  elected  to  supervize  the 
affairs  of  the  state  organization. 
Concord  post  was  represented  by 
Robert  C.  Murchie  and  George  W. 
Morrill. 

A  delegation  from  the  Post  at- 
tended the  decoration  of  Sergeant 
Andrew  Jackson  of  Rochester  at  the 
state  house.  Governor  John  II. 
Bartlett.  representing  the  French 
government,  pinned  on  the  breast 
of  Sergt.  Jackson  the  Croix  de 
Guerre.  Lieut.  William  Burnett 
was  in  charge  of  the  guard  of  honor 
which  was  composed  of  Concord 
and  Rochester  ex-service  men.  The 
governor   was  accompanied  by  Ma- 


jor Robert  Johnston,  acting  chief 
of  staff,  and'  Major  Philip  Powers 
of  tlu  U.  S.  Army.  Governor 
Bartlett  read  the  citation  from  the 
headquarters  of  the  French  army 
which  stated  that  the  decoration 
was  being  conferred  on  Sergt. 
Jackson  for  brilliant  conduct  under 
fire  in  the  Chateau  Thierry  sector, 
July  2U,  1918,  when  he  was  wound- 
ed.' 

E.  E.  Sturtevant  Relief  Corps. 
No.  24,  presented  the  legion  post 
with  a  beautiful  silk  flag,  Nov.  7, 
1919.     Minnie    B.    Chase,  made   the 


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Leigh    S.    Hall, 

Vice-Commander. 

Ensign  in   U.   S.   X.   R.  F.      (Aviation) 

presentation  speech  and  Command- 
er Robeit  O.  Blood  accepted  the 
gift   in  behalf  of  the  post. 

The  first  memorial  exercises  for 
deceased  comrades  were  held  in  the 
Auditorium,  Sunday.  Nov.  9,  1919. 
Commander  Robert  O.  Blood  pre- 
siding. Music  was  furnished  by  the 
Capital  Male  Quartet  and  an  eight 
piece  orchestra  composed  of  ex- 
service  men. 

Rev.  II.  A.  Jump  of  Manchester, 


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the  speaker  on  this  occasion,  spoke 
on  "Following  the  Khaki."  He  had 
served  overseas  as  a  "Y"  man  and 
related  experiences  over  there.  He 
Felt  confident  that  their  experience 
in  the  World  War  would  make  the 
members  of  the  American  Legion 
better  citi/ens  here  and  their  influ- 
ence would  soon  control  the  coun- 
try. Prayer  was  offered  In  Rev. 
George    hi.   Reed.   D.   D. 

Rev.  S.  S.  Drury,  D.  IX.  rector  of 
St.  Paid  School,  in  a  forceful  ad- 
dress outlined  American  aims  and 
made  it  the  plain  duty  of  the  men 
who  had  donned  the  uniform  during 
the  great  conflict  to  see  to  it  that 
they  are  carried  out.  Lieut.  Peter 
Johnson  was  in  charge  of  the  ex- 
service  men  who  attended  in  a 
body. 

The  mast  impressive  part  of  the 
program  was  the  reading  of  Con- 
cord's honor  roll  by  Major  George 
\Y.  Morrill.  A  large  red,  white  and 
blue  illuminated  shield  was  the 
only  light  in  the  theatre  during  the 
reading  of  the  names.  As  each 
name  was  read,  a  gold  star  appear- 
ed in  the  center  of  the  shield,  forty- 
five  stars  telling  the  story  of  Con- 
cord's loss  in  the  war.  During  the 
roll  call  the  entire  audience  stood 
and  at  the  close.  Bugler  C.  A.  Smith 
sounded   taps. 

Armistice  Day.  1919.  will,  after 
Nov.  11,  1918.  be  long  remembered, 
for  this  was  the  first  anniversary  of 
that  epoch  -making  event.  The  cele- 
bration and  parade  that  day  was  on 
a  scale  fitting  the  Capital  City.  All 
local  civic  and  military  organiza- 
tions, fraternities,  schools,  etc.,  par- 
ticipated. The  line  of  march 
covered  the  main  part  of  the  city 
and  ended  at  the  armory.  The  ob- 
servance of  the  day  was  on  a  more 
general  scale  than  has  been  wit- 
nessed a.s  is  shown  by  the  following 
array  of   participating  orders: 

First    Division 
Major  C.   E.   Rexford  ;  aids,   Gen. 


George  Cook.  Major  Russell  W il- 
k-ins, David  E.  Murphy,  Capt.  Ed- 
ward D.  'Poland.  Miss  Germaine 
Scull\",  Capt.  Fred  A.  Sprague. 
Wesley    Andrews,    II.    E.    Besse. 

Platoon  of  Police.  Capt.  Thomas 
P.  Davis;  Rainey's  Cadet  Band  of 
Manchester.  Gen.  Joab  X.  Patter- 
son and  staff.  Major  Robert  O. 
Blood,  marshal;  Co.  M,  X.  II.  State 
Guards;  Concord  H.  S.  Cadets: 
Grand  Army  of  the  Republic;  City 
Government;  Spanish  War  Veter- 
ans, Women's  Relief  Corps;  G.  A. 
R.  Ladies;  J.  X.  Patterson  Camp. 
S.  of  V.;  Jessie  Gove  Killeen  Aux- 
iliary, Xo.  2;  Women's  Christian 
Temperance    Union. 

Second   Division 

Charles  G.  Xaughton,  marshal; 
Jones'  Military  Land  of  Manches- 
ter; Wm.  B.  Durgin  Co.  Employ- 
ees; Letter  Carriers:  Red  Men; 
Order  of  Moose;  Canton  Wildey, 
I.  O.  O.  F. ;  Canton  Ladies;  Sons 
of  St.  George;  Daughters  of  St. 
George;    Capital    Grange,    P.    of   11. 

Third    Division 

Capt.  John  G.  Win-ant,  marsh- 
al; American  Legion  Band;  stud- 
ents of  St.  Paul's  School ;  students 
of  Concord  schools. 

The  enthusiastic  response  by  citi- 
zens generally  and  the  large  num- 
ber of  participating  organizations 
made  the  Armistice  Day  parade  of 
1919  one  long  to  be  remembered. 

One  of  the  events  of  Armistice 
Week,  1919,  was  the  dedication  of  a 
tablet  at  the  court  house  yard  to 
Gen.  Charles  A.  Doyen,  a  Concord 
boy  who  rose  to  distinction  as  com- 
mander of  the  dashing,  daring 
marines.  He  led  the  first  marines 
across  to  participate  in  the  fighting 
in    conjunction   with    the   allies. 

Chaplain  .Lyman  Rollins,  a  Con- 
cord boy  who  served  with  distinc- 
tion in  the  World  War,  gave  an  in- 
spiring address  at  the  dedication  of 


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a  memorial  tablet  in  front  of  city 
hall.  A  large  number  of  citizens 
assembled  and  the  legion  members 
were -present  in  uniform.  The  band 
furnished  music  and  the  exercises 
were  impressive. 

The  bronze  tablet  bears  the  name 
of  Concord  men  and  women  who 
died  during  the  war  and  the  list  is 
as    follows  : 

Thomas  II.  Abbott,  Dante  J.  Bar- 
atelli.  Sidney  W.  Beauclerk  Jr., 
Robert  C.  Beckett,  Frank  Beggs, 
Herbert  Bell,  William  M.  Bour- 
deau.  Charles  Brooks,  David 
Buchan,  Richard  K.  Clarke,  Henry 
A.  Colt,  Richard  S.  Conover.  2nd.. 
Paul  E.  Corriveau,  John  E.  Davis. 
Charles  Doyen,  Herbert  C.  Drew. 
Walter  T.  Drew.  Irving  J.  Parley, 
Lucy  X.  Fletcher.  Joseph  X.  Guy- 
ette.  Clarence  A.  flanlon,  Rov  S. 
Holland,  Allen  Hollis  Jr.,  Henry 
F.  Hollis,  jr..  Harry  Lambrukos, 
Ernest  A.  Laplante,  Victor  W.  Le- 
may,  John  P.  Mannion,  John  T. 
Martin.  George  E.  Matson,  Ernest 
Matthews.  Charles  J!  McDonald. 
Harold  W.  McNeil.  "  Charles  H. 
Moberg,  Jr.,  Theresa  Murphy, 
Frank  Opie,  Harold  R.  Rogers, 
Joseph  Sanel,  Arthur  O.  Thomp- 
son, Raymond  W.  Thompson, 
Harry  H.  Turcotte,  Ralph  H. 
Turgeon,  Carl  V.  Whidden,  Leslie 
S.  Whitman. 

The  Armistice  Ball,  given  in  the 
armory  the  evening  of  Nov.  11. 
1919,  was  very  successful  and 
brought  to  a  fitting  close  a  memor- 
able day.  Dion  C.  W'ingate  was 
the  chairman  of  the  ball  commit- 
tee. The  affair  was  patronized  by 
about  twelve  hundred  people  and 
the  post  realized  a  profit  of  four 
hundred   dollars. 

The  election  of  officers  to  serve 
during  1920  took  place  Jan.  15,  and 
resulted  in  the  choice  of  Dr.  Rob- 
ert O.  Blood,  Commander;  James 
E.  Kiley,  vice-commander;  Clifton 
A.  Smith,  adjutant;  Dion  C.  Win- 
gate,    finance    officer ;    Richard   l\V. 


Brown,  historian;  Rev.  James  K. 
Romeyn.  chaplain.  At  the  end  of 
the  year  the  secretary's  list  of 
members    contained    452    names. 

During  the  winter  of  1919-1920, 
the  American  Legion  conducted 
several  moving  picture  benefits, 
its  chief  activity  was.  however,  in 
basketball,   in   which  department  of 


ClFton  A.  Smith. 

Post  Adjutant  since  its  organization. 
Served  in  A.  E.  F.  with  the  78th  Division 
as   Bugler  in   Co.   G,   309th   Infantry. 

sport  it  was  represented  by  a  fast 
quintette  that  met  many  outside 
teams  and  won  its  percentage  of 
victories.  Much  interest  centered 
in  these  games  and  the  season  was' 
successful.  The  basketball  com- 
mittee was  composed  of  William 
H.  Burnett,  chairman.  James  E. 
Kiley  and   Peter  Johnson. 

A  noteworthy  occasion  in  the 
history  of  the  post  was  the  pres- 
entation on  Sunday,  Feb.  22,  1920, 
of  certificates  from  the  French  gov- 
ernment to  the  surviving  relatives 
of  those  who  fell  in  action.  Judge 
James  W.  Remick  was  detained  by 


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illness  and  Judge  Charles  R.  Corn- 
ing gave  the  memorial  address. 
The  services  were  appropriate  to 
the  occasion.  A  feature  that  arous- 
ed favorable  comment  were  the  tab- 
leaux including  characters  repre- 
senting France  and  the  United 
State.-.,  French  and  American  sol- 
diers and   sailors  in  uniform. 

Probably  the  most  pretentious 
and  at  the  same  time  the  most  pro- 
fitable social  enterprise  undertaken 
by  the  local  post  was  the  four  day 
carnival  that  opened  May  19.  1920. 
The  whole  affair  was  under  the 
general  direction  of  Christopher  T. 
O'M  alley,  te)  whom  great  credit  is 
due  as  also  to  all  those  who  serv- 
ed   on    the    several    committers. 

The  carnival  opened  with  a 
parade  of  ex-service  men,  headed  by 
Xevers'  Band.  They  proceeded  to 
the  armory  which  had  been  elab- 
orately decorated  for  the  occasion. 
The  affair  was  the  biggest  thing  of 
the  kind  ever  held  in  Concord. 
Senator  George  H.  Closes  came 
from  Washington  to  be  present 
and  formally  open  the  festivities. 
Xevers'  Band  discoursed  lively 
music,  the  decorations  were  gorge- 
ous and  every  attention  was  given 
the  numerous  throng  by  the  sever- 
al committee  members.  Special 
invitations  had  been  extended  the 
G.  A.  R.,  many  of  whom  were 
present,  j  and  preeminent  people 
came  from  different  parts  of  the 
state.  There  were  all  the  charac- 
teristic features  of  a  big  carnival, 
booths  of  all  kinds,  fakirs,  guessing 
contests,  etc.  The  gross  receipts 
the  first  evening  amounted  to  $1400. 

The  music  for  the  second  night 
was  furnished  by  the  American  Le- 
gion orchestra,  assisted  by  the 
Musical  Cates,  two  of  whom  are 
members  of  this  post.  The  receipts 
this  evening  were  about  $1100.  "the 
third  evening,  or  Children's  Xight, 
yielded  the  biggest  and  noisiest 
crowd  and  $15(J0  was  taken  in.  The 
American      Legion    orchestra      also 


furnished  music  for  the  last  two 
days,  the  carnival  closing  with 
Saturday  evening's  dance.  While 
the  receipts  were  gratifying,  the 
amount  cleared,  owing  to  heavy 
expenses  incurred  in  carrying  out 
so  pretentious  a  carnival,  was  $1000 
for  the  post  and  $400  awarded  the 
auxiliary    as    their   share. 

Sunday,  May  23.  the  legion  at- 
tended memorial  services  at  the 
North  Congregational  Church,  to- 
gether with  the  G.  A.  R.  and  W.  R. 
C.  the  Sons  of  Veterans,  and  the 
United  Spanish  War  Veterans.  As 
May  30th,  came  on  Sunday,  Me- 
morial Day  was  observed  on  the 
31st.  The  post  participated  in  the 
usual  Decoration  Day  exercises, 
co-operating  with  the  Grand  Army. 
On  their  return  a  luncheon  was 
served  by  the  ladies. 

The  Fourth  of  July  celebration 
last  year  was  held  on  the  fifth. 
Sunday  evening  a  patriotic  meeting 
was  held  in  the  auditorium.  The 
legion  participated  in  the  parade 
of  the  5th.  ' 

The  annual  convention  of  the 
Department  of  New  Hampshire, 
American  Legion,  was  held  at  The 
Weirs.  Aug.  24,  25.  1920,  in  con- 
junction with  the  G.  A.  R.  Reunion. 
Concord  Post  No.  21,  was-  repre- 
sented by  six  delegates  as  follows: 
Dr.  Robert  O.  Blood,  Leigh  S. 
Hall,  Christopher  T.  O'Malley, 
Robert  C.  Murehie.  Andrew  F. 
Saltmarsh.  and  James  McDonald, 
who  had  a  prominent  part  in  the 
proceedings. 

As  there  was  no  special  obser- 
vance of  Armistice  Day  last  year, 
the  annual  Victory  Ball  constituted 
the  only  reminder.  This  was.  like- 
its  predecessor,  a  success  in  every- 
way, netting  the  post  nearly  $300. 
The  committee  in  charge  consisted 
of  Geo.  W.  Morrill.  Willis  D. 
Thompson  and  G.  Sttiart  Jacobs. 
Music  was  furnished  by  the  Ameri- 
can Legion  orchestra  under  the  di- 
rection of   Leon  C.   Stewartsou. 


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\  series  of  six  community  dances 
was  conducted  during  the  season  of 
1920-21.       Many   ladies     prominent 

in  social  circles  served  as  patron- 
esses and  these  functions  were 
much  enjoyed.  G.  Stuart  Jacobs 
was  chairman  of  the  committee  in 
charge,  the  other  members  being 
Leigh   S:   Hall  and   Murray    Rowe. 

Memorial  Sunday,  Nov.' 14.  1920. 
exercises  were  held  in  the  Audi- 
torium, the  post  attending  in  uni- 
form. Addresses  were  delivered 
by  Rev.  Robbins  Barstow  and  by 
the  pest  chaplain,  Rev.  James  K. 
Romeyn.  Commander  R.  O.  Blood 
acted  as  chairman.  Music  was 
furnished  by  the  Legion  Orchestra 
and  vocal  solos  were  rendered  by 
Mrs.    Ruth    Hall    George. 

During  the  winter  of  1920-21  the 
post  was  again  represented  by  a 
basketball  team,  which  under  com- 
petent management,  resulted  in  a 
profit  of  $500.  The  committee  hav- 
ing charge  of  the  past  season  in- 
cluded Frank  Wilson.  Harry  D. 
Challis  and  Edgar  A.  Tracy. 

The  annual  election  of  officers  to 
serve  throughout  the  present  year 
was  held  Dec.  10.  and  resulted  in 
the  choice  of  the  following  board: 
Dr.  Robert  O.  Blood,  commander ; 
Leigh  S.  Hall,  vice-commander; 
Harry  D.  Challis,  treasurer;  Clifton 
A.  Smith,  adjutant;  William  D. 
MacPherson,  sergeant-at-arms.  (re- 
placing the  office  of  historian)  ; 
Rev.  James  K.  Romeyn.  chaplain. 
Rev.  Mr.  Romeyn  having  resigned 
his  pastoral  e  <<;.  Penacook  and  ac- 
cepted the  call  of  the  Xew  London 
church.  Rev.  Robbins  Barstow  is 
the  present  chaplain. 

The  executive  committee  as 
elected  at  this  time  consisted  of 
Dr.  RoIm  rt  O.  Blood,  chairman  ex- 
officio ;  George  W.  Morrill,  Dr. 
Henry  H.  Amsden,  Leigh  S.  Hall 
and  J.  Richard  Jackman.  Mr. 
Jackman  has  since  resigned  and  his 
place  on  the  committee  tilled  by  the 
election   of  Andrew   E.   Saltmarsh. 


As  the  carnival  was  the  big  event 
in  the  public  social  life  of  the  post, 
so  the  banquet  and  inspection  of 
new  quarters,  Jan.  13.  1921,  was  the 
happiest  moment  to  ever}-  club 
member.  The  banquet  was  at  the 
cl  ise  of  a  membership  drive  by 
which  the  numbers  had  been  ma- 
terially increased.  An  elaborate 
menu  was  discussed  by  the  f casters, 
after  which  attention  was  turned  to 
the    postprandial    exercises.     Felici- 


. 


I  k        A 


Harry  D.  Challis, 

Treasurer. 

Formerly  Sergeant,  Q.   M.   C,    12th   Div. 

tations  upon  the  successful  drive 
and  the  new  quarters  were  in 
order.  The  members  were  very 
much  pleased  to  hear  the  announce- 
ment that  George  W.  Morrill  had 
been  elected  to  the  office  of  De- 
partment Adjutant,  to  till  the  va- 
cancy caused  by  the  resignation  of 
Frank   L.  Abbott. 

On  this  occasion  the  members 
had  an  opportunity  to  inspect  the 
newly  furnished  quarters  which 
comprise  the  entire  third  floor  of 
Chase  block,  including-  the  Knights 


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of  Malta  hall  and  ante  rooms.  Up 
to  this  time;  though  the  Legion  had 
good  rooms,  the  funds  had  not  war- 
ranted the  necessary  expense  of 
properly  furnishing  them.  A  three 
year  lease  was  secured  by  the  com- 
mittee, of  which  Leigh  S.  Hall  was 
chairman. 

Contracts  were  closed  with  the 
DeMoulpied  Lull  Co..  for  furniture, 
draperies,  pictures,  etc.,  which  to- 
gether with  two  pool  tables,  cost 
the  post  $2,000.  This  concern 
had  generously  offered  the  post  any 
rug  in  their  stock,  regardless  of 
price.  The  J.  G.  Derby  Co.,  fur- 
nished a  clock  of  office  size,  vari- 
ous other  gifts  were  received  from 
individuals.  Necessary  repairs  in- 
volved an  expenditure  of  from 
$1,500  to  $2,000. 

As  one  approaches  ,  the  Legion 
quarters  from  the  landing  at  the 
top  of  the  stairway,  one  passes 
through  the  office,  then  the  coat 
room  and  the  adjoining  card  room. 
A  very  cozy  and  well  furnished 
reading  and  lounging  room  over- 
looks Main  street  and  occupies  the 
southeast  corner.  The  large  hall 
that  has  been  occupied  by  the 
Wonolancet  Club,  the  V.  M.  C.  A. 
and  in  more  recent  years  by  various 
lodges,  has  been  thoroughly  re- 
modelled, painted  and  equipped. 
It  is  now  a  modern,  attractive  hall 
in  good  demand  for  entertainments. 
A  piano  has  been  purchased  and  a 
new  lighting  system  has  been  in- 
stalled, making  it  one  of  the  best 
lighted  &&U.5  in  the  city.  The 
toilets  have  been  made  over  and  a 
bath  room  put  in.  A  ladies'  rest 
room  is  a  wise  addition  that  is 
greatly  appreciated.  What  was 
formerly  the  dining  room  is  now 
used  as  a  pool  room  with  two  pool 
tables   in    constant   use. 

Meetings  of  the  Post  are  held  in 
Legion  Hall  on  the  second  and 
fourth  Fridays  of  each  month. 

The  Concord  post  is  a  member  of 
the   Chamber   of   Commerce   and    it 


has  co-operated  in  all  civic  affairs. 
So  far  as  finances  permitted,  it  has 
contributed  to  every  worthy  cause. 
Thus  far  the  activities  oi  the  organ- 
ization have  been  chiefly,  for  it* 
own  benefit.  This  has  been  neces- 
sary because  the  city  did  not  give  a 
building,  as  did  some,  towns  and 
municipalities,  nor  did  it  make  an 
appropriation  for  securing  and  fur- 
nishing quarters.  The  legion  has 
not  asked  for  outside  financial  as- 
sistance, and  it  has  always  been 
the  policy  of  the  Post  not  to  ask 
for  money  without  giving  value 
received. 

Upon  the  death  of  any  of  its 
members  or  upon  the  arrival  of  the 
remains  of  any  who  fell  in  France, 
the  post  has  assisted  in  the  burial 
of  the  same.  It  has  always  fur- 
nished a  firing  squad,  bearers,  chap- 
lain and  bugler  in  uniform  and 
thus  has  given  the  deceased  com- 
rade  fitting   military   honors. 

Appropriate  bronze  markers  with 
the  ofiicial  emblem  of  the  Legion 
have  been  placed  upon  the  graves 
of  ex-service  men  who  were  buried 
previous  to  the  organization  of  the 
American  Legion  and  upon  the 
graves  of  the  following  comrades  at 
whose  funeral  the  post  assisted: 
Thomas  H.  Abbott,  Robert  C. 
Beckett,  Carroll  Chesley.  Herbert 
C.  Drew,  Walter  T.  Drew,  Wood- 
bury Hagan,  Archie  Hoitt,  George 
S.  Houston,  Charles  J.  McDonald, 
John  Mannion,  Frank  Opie,  Sarkis 
Sarivagorian. 

The  post  has  lost  only  three 
members  by  death  since  its  organ- 
ization, these  being  Sarkis  Sari- 
vagorian, who  was  killed  in  an 
automobile  accident  on  Sept.  12. 
1920,  Harold  W.  Greene,  who  died 
Dec.  27,  1920,  and  Francis  F.  God- 
deau  wdio  died  at  Pembroke  Sana- 
torium on  May   11,  1921. 

Robert  C.  Murchie.  a  member  of 
this  post,  was  a  delegate  from  the 
N.  H.  Department  at  the  National 
Convention,    held    in      Minneapolis, 


AMERICAN   LEGION 


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Minn.,  in  November,  1919.  He  was 
also  elected  to  represent  Merrimack 
County  in  the  X.  II.  delegation 
which  went  to  the  National  Con- 
vention at  Cleveland.  Ohio,  Sept. 
27,  2S  and  29,  1920,  but  was  unable 
to  attend  and  his  alternate,  Leigh 
S.  Hall,  also  of  this  post,  went 'in 
his  place. 

Concord  Post  is  well  represented 
on  the  Executive  Committee  of  the 
N.  H.  Department,  by  Dr.  Robert 
O.  Blood,  who  is  Department  Vice 
Commander,  and  Leigh  S.  Hall, 
who  represents  Merrimack  County 
on   the   Committee. 

The  great  musical  comedy  suc- 
cess, "Oh,  Oh.  Cindy!"  was  pre- 
sented by  Concord  Post  Legion  in 
the  Auditorium  theatre  April  -land 
5,  1921.  This  amateur  production, 
like  it;;  predecessor.  "Katchy  Koo," 
was  staged  under  the  direction  of 
Sameu!  E.  Weimer  of  the  John  B. 
Rogers  Producing  Co..  with  whom 
the   proceeds   were    shared. 

That  the  play  was  a  financial  as 
well  as  dramatic  success  is  shown 
by  the  amount  netted  the  post,  six 
hundred  dollars.  The  large  cast 
were  so  well  drilled  that  everything 
passed  off  with  professional  "exact- 
itude Monday  evening  which  per- 
formance was  duplicated  Tuesday 
evening. 

The  committee  to  whose  untiring 
efforts  in  large  measure  the  success 
is  due  was  composed  of  Stuart 
Jacobs,  chairman;  George  Morrill, 
Albert  Blake,  Leigh  S.  Hah.  Mur- 
ray Rowe.  Ilar-dd  Gibson,  William 
MacPherson,  chairman  talent  com- 
mittee; publicity,  John  Piquet; 
tickets  and  finance,  Harlan  Besse; 
program,  Earl  Shields,  Dean  Fos- 
ter; orchestra  leader,  Carlyle  Blais- 
dell ;  head  usher,  William  Gale  ; 
patronesses.  Mrs.  Alice  Abbott, 
Mrs.  Henry  H.  Amsden,  Mrs. 
Elizabeth  Besse,  Mrs.  Minnie  O. 
Crowther,  Mrs.  Margaret  W.  Fraz- 
er.  Mrs.  Kate  E.  Fisher.  Mrs. 
Evelyn    Gardner,    Mrs.      May      K. 


Gibson.  Mrs.  Blanche  Jacobs.  Mrs 
J.  C.  McGilvray,  Mrs.  J.  S.  Morris, 
Mrs.  Mary  J.  Opie,  Mrs.  Ralph  M. 
Percy,  Mrs.  Maltie  Pellengill,  Mrs. 
Mary  R.  Saltmarsh.  Mrs.  Clifton 
A.    Smith.. 

Concord  Post  participated  in  the 
usual  observance  of  Memorial  Day 
this  year,  attending  the  Universal- 
ist  Church  with  the  G.  A.  R.  and 
affiliated  bodies  on  Sunday,  May 
29,    where      an    address      by      Rev. 


Rev.  Robbixs  W  Barstow, 

Chaplain. 

Formerly    Chaplain,    81st    Field    Artillery. 

Harold  H.  Xiles,  the  pastor,  was 
listened  to.  On  Monday,  May  30, 
the  Post  paraded  to  Blossom'  Hill 
Cemetery  with  their  own  music, 
having  hired  the  New  Hampshire 
State  Guard  Drum  Corps  of  thirty 
pieces,  which  was  paid,  for  by  con- 
tributions from  the  members. 
Lunch  was  .served  at  the  quarters 
of  the  Post  by  the  Women's 
Auxiliary  following  the  ceremonies. 
Much  valuable  assistance  and  en- 
couragement has  been  given  in  the 
past  and  more  is  promised  for  the 
future    by    the   Woman's   Auxiliary 


M)6 


the.  Granite  monthly 


to  the  American  Legion.  Tin's  is 
composed  of  the  mothers,  wives, 
daughters  and  sisters  of  members 
of  the  American  Leg-ion,  also  of 
those  relatives  of  men  who  died 
in  the  service.  The  local  unit  of 
the  Auxiliary  was  organized  on 
February  2,  1°20,  with  thirty-four 
members.  The  original  officers,  as 
elected  on  that  date,  were  Miss 
Mary  Saltmarshj  President;  Miss 
Hattie  S.  Wardner,  Vice-President ; 
Mrs.  E.  Bertha  Galfetti,  Secretary- 
Treasurer,  The  officers  for  1921 
were  elected  as  follows:  Mrs.  Ad- 
die  F.  Jackman.  President;  Mrs. 
Henry  11.  Amsd'en,  Vice-President; 
Miss  Margaret  Challis.  Secretary; 
Mrs.  Ethel  Morrill,  Treasurer; 
Mrs.  Pauline  S.  Blood,  Mrs.  E. 
Bertha  Galfetti  and  Miss  Mary 
Salt  marsh,  Executive  Committee. 
Mrs.  Amsden  has  since  resigned  as 
vice-president  and  Mrs.  Morrill  as 
Treasurer,  and  their  respective  of- 
fices have  been  filled  by  Mrs. 
Blanche  Jacobs  and  Miss  Clara 
Evans. 

The  Auxiliary  has  recently  con- 
ducted a  membership  drive  which 
resulted  in  bringing  their  present 
membership  up  to  almost  three 
hundred  and   fifty. 

Concord  Post  has  a  larger  mem- 
bership than  any  other  Post  in  the 
state,  by  a  large  margin,  and  the 
following  is  a  list  of  its  610  mem- 
bers ; 

Arthur  Abbott,  Emery  H.  Ab- 
bott, Edmund  C.  .Adams.  Harry  K. 
Adams,  Ernest  R.  Adell,  Benja- 
min F.  Ahem.  James  E.  Ahern, 
John  Ahern.  William  P.  Ahern, 
Anna  M.  Allen,  Pasquale  Alosa, 
Dr.  Henry '  H.  Amsden,  John  P. 
Amsden,  Joseph  Andelman,  Arthur 
P.  Anderson.  Ernest  E.  Anderson, 
Harry  C.  Anderson.  Oscar  \V.  An- 
derson, Redheld  A.  Anderson, 
Leslie  M.  Andrews.  William  J.  An- 
drews, Herman  L.  Annis,  Murray 
P.  Arris,  Ward  A.  Aseltine,  Willi's 
S.  Ash.   Paul   L.  Averill. 


Arthur  E.  Babineau.  Albert  S 
Baker,  Bradley  L.  Baker,  Harland 
E.  Baker,  Leland  V.  Baker,  Wil- 
liam T.  Ball,  R.  Forest  Band.  Per- 
ley  E.  Banfill,  Harold  L.  Barnard, 
John  E.  Barrett,  Rev.  R.  W.  Bar- 
stow.  Prank  T.  Bean,  Harold  W. 
Bean,  Emery  Beaudet,  Juliet  O. 
Bell  Gilbert  A.  .Berry,  William  D. 
Berryman,  Dr.  Harlasi  E.  Besse, 
Albert  W.  Blake,  Lloyd  O.  Blan- 
chard,  Leo  F.  Blodgett,  Philip  II. 
Blodgett.  Dr.  Robert  O.  Blood.  Al- 
pha W.  Boisvert,  John  H.  Boland, 
George  A.  Bourdeau.  John  H. 
Bourdeau,  Leroy  A.  Boutwell, 
Charles  F.  Bresnahan.  Joseph  M. 
Bresnahan  Harold  W.  Bridge,  Or- 
igene  J.  Brodeur,  Sylvester  Bro- 
deur,  Lieut.  Edward  H.  Brooks. 
Arthur  M.  Brown,  Lowell  C. 
Brown,  Frank  W.  Brown,  Nelson 
R.  Brown,  Richard  W.  Brown,  Rob- 
ert A.  Brown,  Louis  Brusa,  Stanley 
Buchanan,  Guy  R.  Buckley,  Mau- 
rice J.  Burney,  Ernest  P.  Burnham, 
Philip  H.  Butterfield,  Jame.s  F. 
Byrne,  Thomas  J.  Byrne. 

Albert  H.  Cadarette,  Eugene  M. 
Callahan,  Plenry  P.  Callahan.  John 
P.  Callahan,  William  J.  Callahan, 
Howell  P.  Campbell.  John  Cantin, 
Michael  Cappaiis,  Carl  R.  Carlson, 
Walter  S.  Carlson,  Eugene  E.  Car- 
roil,  Raymond  J.  Cassavaugh,  An- 
drew R.  Cate,  Charles  P.  Cate, 
Frank  B.  Cate,  Fred  O.  Cate,  Wil- 
liam F.  Cate,  Harry  D.  Challis, 
Harold  C.  Chamberlin,  Joseph  D. 
Champagne,  Allen  M.  Chaplin, 
Clarence  E.  Chapman,  Ernest  G. 
Chapman,  Howard  P.  Chapman, 
Edward  A.  Chase,  Gerald  Chitten- 
den, Leon  D.  Cilley,  Chester  W. 
Clark  Clarence  L.  Clark,  Daniel  H. 
Clark,  George  F.  Clark.  Herbert  J. 
Clark,  Lewis  H.  Clark,  Philip  D. 
Clark,  Philip  W.  Clark,  Shirley  C. 
Clark,  Stanley  L.  Clark,  Walter  J. 
Clark,  James  A.  Clattenburg, 
Jerome  11.  Clinton,  Harry  L. 
Clough,  Robert  M.  Coates,  Frank 
E.    Cochrane,    Jerry    E.      Cochrane, 


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George  E.  Colby,  Grace   M.  Colby 
Guy   O.   Colby,    Ralph      E.     Colby, 
William  11.  Colby,  George  M.  Cole,' 
Prank   A.   Collins,     Dr.   Harold      ].' 
Connor,   George    W.   Conway,     Al- 
fred  J.    Corriveau,    Arden    E'   Coul- 
ter, Levi  A.  Co  wen.  Henry  L.  Cow- 
per,    Arthur    A.    Crawford.     Joseph 
M.  Crofton,  Homer     L.     Crowther, 
Clifford  G.   Culver,   Clinton   S.   Cur- 
tis, Rex.  E.  Curtis,  lva  E.  Cushing. 
Howard    O.    Daige,       lames      H. 
Uame.  Walter  B.  Dame, 'Gordon  L. 
Datson,    Errol    A.    Davis.      Fred    C. 
Davis.  William  J.   Dean.  George   F. 
Dee,    Guv    II.     Deem.    Christopher 
Demas.    Clinton    H.    Derby,    Robert 
B.    Dickson.     Angelo      E."    Diversi. 
Daniel    L.      Doherty,      William      P. 
Doherty,  Joseph  C.   Donovan.   Paul 
R.    Donovan,    Percy    Downes.    Jesse 
G.  -  Downing.     Napoleon     Drapeau, 
Ceoige     T.     Driscoll,     Joseph     T. 
Driscoll,  Robert  E.  Drought,  Romeo 
J.    Drouin,    Ernest   C.   Dudley,   Dol- 
phice  W.   Dufraine.  William'  [.  Du- 
fraine,      Abel    J.    Dujay,      Wra.      S. 
Dunn,    Herman    A.    Durgin.      Isaac 
Duvarney,    George    I.    Dyer,    Pervis 
J.  Dyer.  Ray  A.  Dyment,   Willis  S. 
Dyment. 

Harold  L.  Eastman.  George  G. 
Eddy,  Alviu  B.  Edmunds.  Arthur 
Edmunds,  Homer  W.  Edson.  Er- 
nest A..  Ekholm,  George  S.  Elliot. 
Ernest  L.  Emerson,  Guy  T.  Emery, 
Gardner  G.  Emmons,  Richard  J. 
Evans,  Otis  G.  Fall.  Michael  A. 
Falvey.  Wilbur  L.  Fenton,  Earl  E. 
Fipphen,  Eastman  E.  Fisher, 
Nicholas  E.  Fisher.  Thomas  K.' 
Fisher,  Benjamin  X.  Fiske,  Tohn 
L.  Fitts,  Paul  B.  Flanders,  Ralph 
W.  Flanders.  Richard  S.  Fletcher, 
William  W.  Flint,  Jr.,  Robert  S. 
Fogg,  Andrew  J.  Folev,  Jeremiah 
B.  Foley,  William  T.  Foley,  Harold 
W.  Ford,  Joseph  D.  Ford,  Raney 
Fortier,  William  I.  Fortin,  Dean 
K.  Foster,  Charles  H.  Fournier, 
Roland  A.  Foy,  William  A.  Foy, 
Russell  M.  Frasier,  William  A. 
Frolley. 


^  \\  illiam  E.  Gailey.  William  M. 
(■ale.  Raymond  M.  Galfetti,  Rich- 
ard 1',.  Gallagher,  Ernest  F.  Gal- 
lant, Elmer  11.  Gardner.  Evelyn  R. 
C.  Gardner,  Hiram  J-;.  Gardner, 
Frank  K.  Gately,  Almon  I.  Gau- 
thicr,  Robert  A.  George.  Harold  C. 
Gibson,  Few  W.  Gilmore.  William 
F.  Gordon.  Everett  L.  Gould,  Wal- 
ter Gould,  I.  Reed  Gourlev,  Ross 
Gourley,    E.    Pearl      Graham'      l)r 


W:ix:am   D.   MacPherson, 

Sergeant  at  Arms. 
Served  in   A.   E.   F.  with    1st  Division  as 
Sergeant   in   Co.   B,   1st   Engineers. 

Robert  J.  Graves,  Roscoe  H.  Grav. 
Arthur  W.  Green.  Ernest  C.  Green, 
John  E.  Greenleaf.  Everett  E. 
(Justin. 

John  T.  Hackett,  Ernest  B.  Hale, 
Harry  Hall,  Leigh  S.  Hall,  John  R 
Flallinan,  Edward  ].  Halpin,  Aus- 
tin D.  Ham,  Herbert  G.  Hardy,  Ar- 
thur W.  Harrington,  Gardner  C. 
Harrington,  Harold  F.  Harris. 
Charles  W.  Harrison,  John  T.  Har- 
rison. Francis  F.  Hart.  Joseph  M. 
Hart,    Carroll   A.    Hastings,   Harold 


308 


THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


B.  Hatch.  Bradford  Hathaway, 
Lloyd  E.  Hays,  James  J.  Hayes, 
Robert  L.  Haynes,  J.  Proctor  Hay- 
ward.  Liny  N.  II rath.  James  M. 
Heath.  Henry  Hendrickson,  Ar- 
thur F.  Henry,  Montgomer}-  Her- 
bert, Leslie  \V.  Hilliard,  Leslie  P. 
Hinds.  Ralph  S.  Hobson,  Orrin  C. 
Hodgdou,  Edward  B.  Hodgman, 
Percy  E.  Holbrook,  Stuart  B.  Hol- 
brook,  Louis  D.  Holcombe,  Edgar 
I.  Houle,  Walter  E.  Houston.  Dr. 
Arthur  B.  Howard.  Harold  C. 
Howard,  JMyrna  S.  Howe,  Jerome 
\V.  Hoit,  Claude  H.  Hubbard.  Bert 
W.  Huckins,  Stark  L.  Huntley, 
Kenneth  B.  Hurd.  Philip  H.  Hut- 
chinson 

J.  Richard  Jackman,  George  S. 
Jacobs.  Frank  M.  Jacoby,  Dr. 
James  \Y.  Jameson,  Henry  V. 
Janes,  Charles  F.  Jenks,  John  H. 
Johnson.  LeRoy  F.  Johnson,  Peter 
Johnson.  William  E.  Johnson, 
George  W.  Jones,  Joseph  W.  Jones. 
Leslie  H.  Jones,  Robert  E.  Jones, 
James  H.  Jordan.  Robert  F.  Keane, 
Edward  J.  Kelley,  George  W.  Kel- 
lom,  Henry  C.  Kellom,  Clarence 
B.  Kenniston,  Patrick  F.  Kendrick, 
James  F.  Kenney,  Ralph  R.  Ken- 
ney,  John  J.  Kenny,  Victor  G.  Kers- 
lake,   George    C.   Ketchum,      Perley 

A.  Ketchum,  Victor  H.  Ketchum, 
Forrest  L.  Kibbee,  James  E.  Kiley, 
Rev.  Percy  A.  Kilmister,  Alfred 
King,  Edward  J.  King,  Ernest 
King,  Isaac  A.  King.  Paul  J.  King, 
Philip  L.  King.  Thomas  J.  King, 
Capt.    Richard    A.    Knight,    Henry 

B.  Knox. 

George  A.  Lacaillade,  David  F. 
LaDuke,  Raymond  Laird,  Frank 
Lamora.  Frederick  L.  Lancisi,  Ed- 
gar G.  Landry.  Chester  L.  Lane, 
Harold  E.  Langley,  Arthur  J.  Lang- 
lois,  Eli  Langlois.  Jr.,  William 
Langlois,  Alphonse  Lanoix,  Thomas 
Lanza,  Emery  1.  Lapierre,  Fred  J. 
Laplantc,  Arthur  Latouchc,  Victor 
T.  Lauze,  Arthur  J.  LaValley,  Ar- 
thur J.  Lavoie,  Leo  Lavoie,  Charles 


I7..    Lear.    Paul    C.    Leavitt.    Charles 

A.  LeBau,  William  O.  Leighton, 
Clarence  E.  Lemay,  Peter  J.  Les- 
sard.  Frank  Levingston,  Walter  D. 
Lewis,  Anna  D.  Liberty,  Andrew 
P.  Likos,  Clary  F.  Lindgren,  Glen- 
ward  E.  Little,  Seaman  L.  Locke. 
Ross  M.  Lovejoy.  Edward  R.  Love- 
ly. John  J.  Lugg,  Arthur  O.  Ly- 
ford,  Richard  T.  Lyford,  George  B. 
Lyna. 

'Donald  M.  McAulay,  Edward  P. 
McCann,  George  B.  McCarthy,  Ar- 
thur M.  McCaulcv,  Jamc's  F. 
McDonald,  Robert  J.  McDonald, 
William  A.  McDonald,  Franklin 
W.  McFarland,  George  R.  McGil- 
vray.  Guy  E.  McGilvray,  John  W. 
McGowan,  Patrick  W.  McGowan, 
Charles  F.  McGuire.  John  D. 
McGuire.  James  O.  Mclnnis,  Don- 
ald G.  Mclvor,  Stephen  J.  McKay, 
Theodore  P.  McLam,  John  M. 
McMahon.  Martin  F.  McMahon. 
Walter  L.  McMahon,  Ralph  J. 
McNeil,  Leon  N.  Magee,  Wil- 
liam D.  MacPherson,  Arthur 
E.  Madson,  Thomas  J.  Mahew, 
Everett  S.  Mahoney,  Harold 
L.  Mahoney,  Harry  P.  Mahoney, 
John  W.  Mahoney.  William  R.  Ma- 
honey,  James   M.    Maloney,   Joseph 

B.  Manning,  Frederick  T.  Marden, 
John  F.  Marshall,  William  H. 
Marston,  Arthur  J.  Martel,  John 
H.  Martin,  Faber  F.  Matott,  John 
W.  Maynard,  Walter  E.  Maynard, 
William  A.  Megrath,  John  H. 
Mercer.  Jr..  John  V.  Merrick, 
Frank  W.  Merrill,  Dr.  Carleton  R. 
Metcalf,  James  A.  Miller,  George 
V.  Milton,  Leo  Miner,  Wilfred  J. 
Miner.  Natale  Miniutti,  Pasquale 
Miniutti,  Clara  A.  Mitchell,  David 
G.  Moffatt,  Paul  H.  Moore,  James 
P.  Morgan,  Parker  G.  Morgan,  Ed- 
win A.  Morrill,  Franklin  Morrill, 
George  W.  Morrill,  Percy  E.  Mor- 
rill. William  B.  Morrill,  Frank  F. 
Moulton.  Jasper  E.  Mudgett.  Otto 
A.  Mueller.  Christy  E.  Mullavey, 
George      F.    Mulligan,      Robert      C. 


AMERICAN   LEGION 


309 


Mufchie,  George  P.  Murdoch,  Fred- 
erick I.  Murphy,  George  T.  Mur- 
phy, William   M.  Murray. 

Carl  E.  Nason,  Edward  M. 
Naughton,  Joseph  I*.  Naughton, 
Martin  F.  Nevins,  Douglas  R.  New- 
bold,  Charles  F.  Xc'wtou,  William 
Nicoll,  Ernest  W  Noonan,  Stephen 
F.  Xotter.  Homer  H, 
A.  Xylen. 

John      E.      O'Brien 
O'Connell,    Rosanna 


Nute,  Gustaf      I 


Harry       C. 
O'Donosrhue, 


A.  Pincence,  Herbert  F.  Piper. 
Milan  R.  Piper,  John  A.  Piquet. 
Clifford  L.  Plummer,  Cecil  Pollard. 
F.  Raymond  Potter,  Harry  W. 
Prescott.  Karl  A.  Proctor,  Peter  F. 
Proud. 

Aeel      L.      Quimby,      James      E. 
Ouimby,  John    E.   Quimby,    Martin 
Quimby,    Edward     J.      Quinlan, 
Ouinn. 


Dr.  Charles  H. 

Christopher      Rampapes,       Frank 
U.    Ramsey.    Edward    D.      Reardon, 


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Reading   Room,   Legion   Quarters,  Conxord   Post. 


Margaret  C.  O'Hara,  Christopher 
T.  O'Malley.  William  P.  O'Neil, 
Elmer    W.    Olson. 

Leon  T.  Parker,  Ralph  M.  Par- 
ker, Clarence  D.  Parkhurst,  Diego 
Parla,  William  F.  Parsons,  Eugene 
E.  Pearl,  Nathaniel  M.  Pease, 
Ralph  M.  Percy,  Harvey  E.  Per- 
reault,  Lawrence  B.  Perry,  Perley 
Perry,  John  Peters,  Jr.,  Clarke  E. 
Pettengill,  Ferdinand  J.  Phaneuf, 
Edward  A.  Pichette,  Louis  E. 
Pichette,  Joseph    W,    Pierce,    Isaac 


Edward  H.  Reed,  John  J.  Reed, 
Clarence  E.  Rexford,  Ralph  E. 
Reynolds,  Edward  E.  Riley,  Har- 
old W.  Riley,  Rev,-  James  K. 
Romeyn,  Marjorie  Rossiter,  Henry 
C.  Rouillard.  Murray  E.  Rowe, 
Frank  C.  Rowell,  Albert  J.  Roy, 
Harry  C.  Royce,  Copley  M.  Rund- 
lett,  Ellsworth  P.  Runnells,  Ernest 
P.  Runnells.  Fay  F.  Russell,  John 
X.   Rut  ledge. 

Andrew    E.   Saltmarsh,      Fred     J. 
Saltmarsh.     George     F.  Saltmarsh, 


310  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

Lawrence  T.   Saltmarsh,   Robert   L.  son,  Jr.,    Herbert     Tittemore,      Ed- 

Saltmarshj     Hubert       E.      Sargent,  ward    T.    Toland.    Frank      Tonkin. 

Amos    B.    Sawyer,   Harold    R.    Saw-  Raymond  Tonkin.   Robert  W.  Ton- 

yer.  Ernest  L,  Schofield,  Watson  F.  kin.   Amasa      S.    Tracy,    Edgar     A. 

Schofield,  Ralph     W.  Scott.     Frank  Tracy,  Hyman     Treisman,     Arthui 

T.  Sears,  Leon  E.  Sebra,  Robert  H.  A.   Tremblay,   Antoinette   Truchon, 

Sedgley,   Henry  C.   Severance,  Paul  Edmund    J.    Truchon,      Arthur      J. 

S.  Sexton,   Ralph  J.   Seymour, -Har-  Trudell,  Wilfred   True.     James     E. 

old   J.   Sheerer.   Ernest   R.   Shepard,  Twombly,  Arthur  Turcotte,  Darius 

R.  C.    Sherman.   Joseph.    E.    Shields,  J.   Turcotte. 

Anthony    Sieradski,    Frank   W.    Sil-  Joseph  11.  Vallier,  Orman  C.  Van 

ver,    Daniel    Silverman,      Ernest     J.  Demark,  Emile     J.   \"enne,     Gilbert 

Simoneau,     Eusibe     J.      Simoneau,  W.   Vermette.   Milton    R.   Yose. 

Joseph   L.   T.   Simoneau.   Clifton   A.  Joseph  T.  Walker,     Jr.,     Alexan- 

Smith,  Flovd  W.  Smith.  George  W.  der    Walters,    Charles    L.    Walters, 

Smith.  Richard   T.   Smith,  Basil   L.  Leland  R.  Watts,  Henry  R.  Welch. 

Sprague,  Dr.  Fred  A.  Sprague,  Earl  John   M.  Welch.   Ralph   S.  Weldon, 

N.    Staniels,      John      W.      Stanley,  Melvin    M.    Whitcomb,    Maurice   A. 

Tames  F.  Steele,  Ralph     S.     Steele,  Whittier,    Rohl    C.    Wiggin,    James 

Robert     W.      Steele.      William      A.  L.    Wilder.    Dr.      Russell      Wilkins, 

Stevens.  Robert  C.  Stevenson,  Leon  Frank   M.   Williams,   Harry  J.  Wil- 

C.    Stewartson,    George   A.    Stohrer,  mot,    Charles   H.   Wiiley,    Frank   P. 

Charles    F.    Strainge,      Carlton      M,  Wilson,   John    G.   Winant,   Dion   C. 

Strong,  F.  Roger  Strong.  Nelson  E.  Wingate,  Edwin  L.  Winslow,  Gil- 
Strong.  Daniel  Sullivan,  Denis  T. 
Sullivan,  Dr.  Denis  E.  Sullivan, 
Dr.  Edward  S.  Sullivan,  Ralph  T. 
Sweatt,  Eric  M.  Swenson,  Gu}"  A. 
Swenson,  Ernest  H.  Taylor.  Will- 
iam  W.  Taylor,   Willis   D.  Thorn])- 

A  GARDEN 

By  Maude  dboni 
Last  spring  we  watched  your  garden  bloom, 
Rejoicing,  as  the  buds  unfurled 
Their   crimson    banners,   dripping    perfume 
O'er  the  world. 

In   evening's   hush,   when   nothing  stirred, 
We  listened  to  the  love  song  trilled 
By    some    sweet   throated    joyous    bird, 
With  rapture  thrilled. 
Spring  conies   again   with   sunlight   soft, 
With  lilacs  waving  in  the  breeze  of  May; 
At   night  the  thrush   still   sings  aloft 
His  ardent  lay. 
,     Once  more  your  garden  blooms,  dear  love, 
Do  you  still  watch  it  from  above? 


bert    L 

Wolfe.      Mrs.      Gilbert 

J- 

Wolfe, 

Eugene      Wood,     Alvin 

A. 

Woodw 

ard. 

Mark 

G.    Yeadon,      George 

E. 

Young, 

Irving   C.   Young,   John 

E. 

Young. 

DESTINY 

By  Barbara  Hollis. 
In  youth  a   thousand  voices  stir  the  air, 
Vibrating  thru  vast   spaces  everywhere- 
Life  isa  haunting  echo  of  their  cry. 
\\  e  strive  to  answer  them—and  youth  slips  by 

But  peace  conns  with  beloved  maturity 
\\  hen  one  clear  voice  we  hear,  one  face  we  see; 
Our  souls,  responsive   to  the  mystic  call 
bind  in  one  note,  the  thousand  voices    all 


AT  PEACE  BENEATH  JUNE  SPUES 

(June  1921— Three  Years  After) 
By  Fanny  Runnel  Is  Poole. 

Three  weeks  of  God's  own  country  air! 

Such  is  the  prospect  of  ray  bliss, 
A  sapphire  way.  heaven- washed  each  day— 
Our   faery  lake   is   this! 

And  here   the  deep  sonorous  pines, 
^  Hoarding   dim  legends  of  long-  years, 
Bring    to   the  breeze    songs   of   heart-ease 
lo  loose  unguarded  tears. 

I'd  give  the  Junes  of  my  full  life, 

If  one  from  those  fled  "ranks  of  yore: 
One  careless,  glad  and  valiant  lad 

Could   roam   these   hills   once    more. 

My  bugler,   you   could    whistle   then. 
And  fish  like  music,  .so  they  say. 

For  you  they'd   bite  and  leap"  to  light 

1- ranee  guard  you,  leagues  away! 

Not  miles  of  poppies  bleeding  forth 

Could  show  the  blood  youth  shed  for  me! 
But  Junes  must  rise,  with  pleading  skies, 
Pure  from  that  Agony. 

Away,  vain  grief!     God  can  restore 

That  countless-hearted  sacrifice, 

Give  each  to  roam,  a  soul  at  home, 

The    blood-bathed    Earth    replies. 
Camp  Oahe,  Granite  Lake,  X.  H. 


?IA 


FROM  THE  TRAIL 

By   Fanny    Runnel  Is   Poole 

I    have   found   legends   in   far-off  lands; 
Have   threaded  rivers  and  paced  sea  sands; 
And  now    I    have  your  bine-eyes'   commands 
To  tell  you  the  fairest  haunt  of  man! 

Your  heart  will  show  you  the  fairest  land, 
Content's  the  chart  you  will  understand.  .  ' 
Thrill  to  the  trail,  high  of  heart  and  hand, 
While  I  fling  you  back  this  patteran : 

Face  the  whole  world  unknown  to  fear. 
Find  Beauty  and  Truth  today  and  here. 
Envy    no   man    his   wealth.    'Hold   dear 

The  tents  of  home  where  sweet  Love  began. 


THE   GARDENER 

By    Claribcl    Weeks   Avery. 

I  walk  be;-ide  my  garden  plot 

Of  lavender  and  rue, 
Blue    twinkles   of   forget-me-not, 

Long  sprays  of  feverfew. 

Outside  are   plumes  of  goldenrod, 

And   purple  aster  crowns. 
Sown  by  the  liberal  hand  of  God 

On    uplands,    dales,   and    downs. 

But    these    I    cannot    pri/.e   above 
The  plants  that  /  have  grown — 

Give  God  the  praise.     I   can  but  love 
This  garden  of  my  own. 


NEW  HAMPSHIRE 


Bv  Annie  S.  Hatton. 


Given  a  granite  foundation, 
Let  us  build  like  the  parable  old, 
A  house  of  glorious  beauty, 
Fur  all  the   world   to  behold. 

In   principle   firm    like  our  granite, 
In    aspiration    like    Mt.    Washington    high. 
In    sympathy    quick    and    far-reaching. 
As  our  rixers  swift  passing  by. 

In  politics,  life  and  religion. 

Lei  us  keep  our  heritage  great, 

lie  it   home  of  our  birth   or  adoption, 

Our  own.  our  Granite  State. 


UNBORN  STARS 

By  Lcighton  Rollins. 

Flowers  and  kisses  are  falling 

Like  little  tender  stars. 

Misty  and   fragrant   with  Springtime. 

The   timorous  new  moon, 
Smiles  shyly,  and  soon  vanishes. 

Innumerable    shadowy    faun    creatures 
Come  forth  from  the  woodland 
And   dance   mistily. 

The  crickets  croon 

In    incense   laden   chant. 

The  Stars  sing  to  the   Earth, 
And   the  Sea  answers  in  psalms. 

Behold   we    two 

Have    looked 

Into   each  other's  eyes 

And  known  only  our  own  beauty. 


^H 


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each  settler  came  to  Sullivan  and 
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THE  ANGEL  OF  THE  HIDDEN  FACE 


By  Helen  L.  Newman 

On  one  alone  of  all  the  angel  forms. 

That   linger   often   in    dim   paths    of   dreams, 

No  radiance  rests.     In   deep,   enshrouding  gloom 

That   angel    waits    whose   message   is   the   last 

For  life  to  hear,  whose  face  is  turned  away. 

From   those  for  whom   not  yet   has  summons  come 

To  the  fair  land.     Men  call  him  the  sad-faced — ■ 

With  question  quivering  on  our  lips  we  wait 

To  know,  since  they  on   whom  that  face  has  looked, 

Are  still — too  still  to  answer  when  we  ask. 

Perhaps  if  they  could  tell  us.  it  would  be 

Of  one  swift  moment  when  the  gloom  slipped  back 

And  on  the  great   Death-Angel's  face   they   saw 

TJndreamed-of  radiance   from   the   larger   life  to  be. 


^s 


EDITORIAL 


The  contents  of  ihis  number  of 
the  Granite  Monthly  are  Largely 
connected  in  one  way  and  another 
with  two  Cheshire  county  clergy- 
men, the  late  Josiah  L.  Seward,  D. 
IL.  and  the  late  Sullivan  H.  McCol- 
lester,  1).  1).  It  is  a  sad  coinci- 
dence that  this  issue  opens  with 
an  appreciative  trihute  by  Doctor 
McCollc^ter  to  Doctor  Seward  and 
ends  with  a  review,  in  the  New 
Hampshire  Necrology  department, 
of  the  long  and  recently  ended  life 
of  Doctor'  McCollestef.  Though 
their  religious  creeds  were  widely 
different,  the  many  mutual  friends 
of  both  men  are  agreed  that  they 
have  gone  to  the  same  heaven  and 
are  engaged  there  in  something 
more  useful  and  interesting  than 
playing  on  harps.  It  was  a  char- 
acteristic of  each  of  our  departed 
friends  to  be  sincerely  interested  in 
their  fellowmen ;  to  preach  a  true 
gospel  in  and  out  of  the  pulpit ;  to 
do  man}-  things  well ;  to  leave  their 
communities  and  a  wide  circle  be- 
yond the  better  for  their  having 
lived.  Both  Doctor  Seward  and 
Doctor  McCollester  were  number- 
ed, during  their  lives,  among  the 
valued  contributors  to  this  maga- 
zine. Their  many  good  works  in- 
clude a  considerable  contribution  to 
New  Hampshire  history,  biography 
and  general  literature.  Of  many 
similar  tastes,  yet  not  at  all  alike, 
each  was  a  fine  type  of  Christian 
manhood,  widely  respected,  loved 
and  mourned. 


The  Legislature  of  1921  author- 
ized the  appointment  by  the  gov- 
ernor and  council  of  a  number  of 
important  commissions  to  consider 
state  problems  and  report  upon 
them,  with  recommendations,  to 
the  next  General  Court.  The  con- 
servation and  development  of  New 
Hampshire  water  power,  co-opera- 
tion with  other  states  in  the  pro- 
motion of  foreign  and  domestic 
commerce,  the  improvement  of  our 
unsatisfactory  workmen's  com- 
pensation statute,  the  dangerous 
increase  in  the  ratio  of  divorces  to 
marriages,  the  freeing  of  the  Con- 
necticut river  toll  bridges,  the 
proper  celebration  of  the  300th  an- 
niversary, in  1923,  of  the  settlement 
of  New  Hampshire,  and  the  secur- 
ing of  favorable  and  profitable  pub- 
licity for  the  state  are  some  of  the 
subjects  thus  to  be  taken  up.  All 
of  the  members  of  these  commis- 
sions serve)  without  pay,  so  that 
acceptance  of  appointments  to 
them,  with  the  resultant  expendi- 
ture of  time  and  energy,  becomes 
a  patriotic  duty.  It  is  gratifying 
to  note  the  calibre  of  the  men  who 
have  taken  places  on  such  of  these 
commissions  as  have  been  named 
already,  it  being  expected  that  the 
same  high  standard  will  be  main- 
tained in  those  yet  to  be  chosen, 
arid  it  seems  almost  certain  that 
results  of  value  will  follow  their  in- 
vestigations   and    conclusions. 


NEW  HAMPSHIRE  NECROLOGY 


WALTER  E.  TOLLES. 

Walter    E.    Tolles,    born    in    Claremont, 
February    14,   1860,   the  son   of   Edwin   W. 

and  Harriet  E.  (Nason)  Tolles,  died  at 
Moline,  111.,  \prii  13.  He  was  educated 
at  Poughkeepsie,  N.  Y.,  and  since  1881 
had  pursued  a  highly  successful  business 
career  at  Moline,  having  been  the  presi- 
dent and  general  manager  of  the  Moline 
Heating  and  Construction  Company  since 
its  incorporation  in  1900.  He  was  an  in- 
corporator and  a  member  of  the  first 
board  of  directors  o:  the  Moline  Com- 
mercial Club  and  supported  his  faith  in 
the  city  bv  extensive  property  investments 
there.     Mr.    Tolles    married,    July    8,    1885, 


..U  .,    . 

The   latj    Walter    E.    Toitxs. 

Mary  E.  Chase  of  Moline.  She  survives 
him.  with  their  two  children,  W.  Edwin 
Tolles  of  Detroit,  Mich...  and  Mabel  E. 
Tolles.  of  Moline,  and  two  grandchildren, 
Walter  and  Margaret  Tolles.  He  is  also 
survived  by  two  sisters,  Mrs.  Evelyn 
Drury  and  Mrs.  Mabel  T.  Hare,  both  of 
Manchester.  His  business  ability,  active 
public  spirit,  genial  good  fellowship  and 
great  capacity  for  friendship  are  com- 
mented upon  by  the  press  of  Moline,  the 
Times  of  that  city  saying:  "He  was  a 
finished  gentleman  and  leaves  a  lasting 
impress  of  his  personality  on  the  com- 
munity." 


REV.  DR.  S.  H.  McCOLLESTER. 

Sullivan  H.  McCoiiester,  D.  D..  dis- 
tinguished as  clergyman,  educator  and 
author,  was  born  in  Marlboro,  Dec.  18.  1826, 
the  son  of  Silas  and  Achsah  (Holman) 
McCoiiester,-  and  died  at  the  Eliot  hospi- 
tal in  Keene  on  May  22.  He  was  educat- 
ed at  Norwich  University,  where  he  re- 
ceived the  degrees  of  A.  B.  in  1850  and 
A.  M.  in  1853,  and  later  studied  at  the 
Harvard  Divinity  School.  St.  Lawrence 
University  gave  him  the  honorary  degree 
of  D.  D.  and  Buchtel  College,  that  of 
Litt.  D.  In  youth  he  was  the  principal  of 
academies  at  Walpole,  Swanzey  and 
Westmoreland,  but  in  1853  was  ordained 
to  the  Universalist  ministry  and  after  that 
divided  his  time  between  pastorates  at 
Westmoreland.  West  Chesterfield,  Nashua, 
Bellows  Falls,  Vt.,  aYid  Dover,  and  served 
as  principal  of  Westbrook,  Me.,  Semi- 
nary and  as  president  of  Buchtel  College. 
Since  1885  he  had  given  his  time  to 
travel,  authorship,  missionary  labor  and 
school  supervision,  visiting  many  foreign 
countries  and  writing  numerous  books 
and  magazine  and  newspaper  articles. 
He  was  a  life  member  of  the  board  of 
trustees  of  the  Universalist  state  conven- 
tion and  for  several  years  its  president. 
A  Republican  in  politics,  he  represented 
the  town  of  Marlboro  in  the  Legislature 
of  1889.  Doctor  McCoiiester  is  survived 
by  one  son,  Lee  S.  McCoiiester,  D.  D., 
dean  of  the  Crane  Theological  school. 
One  who  knew  the  elder  Doctor  McCoiies- 
ter well  charaterizes  him  as  "an  able  man, 
strong  in  mind,  strong  in  will,  strong  in 
sympathy,  without  deceit  or  hypocrisy.  A 
strong  builder  in  mental  and  spiritual 
things." 


REV.    WILLIAM    B.    T.    SMITH 

Rev.  William  Benjamin  Tyng  Smith 
died  February  6  at  his  home  in  Charles- 
town.  The  son  of  Rev.  Henry  Sumner 
and  Mary  (Hilliard)  Smith,  he  was  born 
in  Claremont,  March  9,  1842,  and  prepar- 
ed at  Kimball  Union  academy  for  Dart- 
mouth College,  from  which  institution  he- 
was  graduated  with  Phi  Beta  Kappa  rank 
with  the  class  of  1866.  At  college  he  was 
a  member  of  Kappa  Kappa  Kappa.  He 
studied  theology  at  the  General  Seminary 
in  New  York  City  and  succeeded  his 
father  as  rector  of  Union  Church.  West 
Claremont,  in  June.  1872.  Subsequent 
parishes  were  Sanbornville,  Woodsville, 
Keene,  Tilton  and  Charlestown.  He  was 
a    director      and     vice-president      of       the 


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Connecticut  River  National  Bank  of 
Charlestown.  His  wife,  who  was  Nellie 
S.     Baker    of    Charlestowri,    survives    him. 


JOHN    B.    XASH 

John  Barzillia  Xash.  lorn  at  Windham, 
Me.,  May  17,  1848,  the  son  of  Barzillia 
and  Lovina  (Hick)  Xash.  d.ed  at  his 
rr:>rne  in  Conway  alter  a  brief  illness  on 
June  1-1.  lie  attended  Gorham,  Me.,  Acad- 
emy, studied  law,  was  admitted  to  the 
bcr   in    1878   and   since   that  date  has   prac- 


famous  as  a  vigorous  and  effective  stump 
speaker.  He  married  November,  1871, 
Susan  T.  Libbv.  Their  children  are 
Craig). 

CHARLES  R.  CLARK 
Charles  R.  Chirk,  born  in  Plymouth, 
December  28.  1842,  died  November  7,  1920, 
in  Montezuma,  Iowa,  where  he  had  prac- 
tised^  law  for  42  years.  He  was  educated 
at  New  Hampton  Institution  and  Kimball 
Union  Academy  and  in  early  life  was  a 
school   teacher   in    New   Hampshire,   Massa- 


T.HE    I. ATE    J 

ticed  in  Conway.  One  of  the  oldest  and 
best  known  Democrats  in  the  state.  Mr. 
Nash  was  a  delegate  to  the  costitutional 
convention  of  1889,  a  member  of  the 
House  of  Representatives  in  1891  and 
1893,  four  years  solicitor  of  Carroll  coun- 
ty, candidate  for  Congress  in  1894  and 
1896;  president  of  the  Democratic  state 
convention  in  the  latter  year;  delegate  to 
the  Democratic  national  conventions  of 
1900  and  1908;  United  States  naval  officer 
of  customs,  port  of  Boston  and  Charles- 
town  since  1913  and  at  the  time  of  his 
death.       Mr.     Nash    was      widely      known 


ohx  B.  Xash. 

chusetts,  Wisconsin  and  Iowa,  until  ad- 
mitted to  the  bar  of  the  last  named  state 
in  1878.  He  was  interested  in  real  estate, 
industrial,  electric  light  and  banking  pro- 
perties and  was  closely  identified  with  the 
progress  of  his  section.  For  52  consecu- 
tive years  he  was  superintendent  of  the 
Methodist  Sunday  school  at  Montezuma 
and  was  a  member  of  the  Masonic  lodge 
there.  He  leaves  a  widow,  who  was  Miss 
Marian  Hall;  a  son,  Charles  W.  Clark, 
who  was  associated  with  his  father  in 
practice;  and  a  brother,  M.  J.  Clark  of 
Ames,    la. 


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Vol.  L1II. 


AUGUST,  1921. 


No.  8 


OLD  HOME  WEEK 


Bv  Will  M.  Crcssy. 


I'll  bet  you  never  attended  an  Old 
Home  Week  Celebration  in  your  life 
did  you?  J  lew  could  you  citv  folks 
attend  an  Old  Home  Week?  Von 
haven't  got  an  Old  Home  to  have 
a  celebration  at.  And  then,  vou 
couldn't  bold  an  Old  Home  Week 
Celebration  in  a  flat  anyway;  there 
isn't   room. 

lint  up  there  in  New  Hampshire 
it  is  different.  Hemes  are  hard  to 
get  up  there;  and  harder  to  get  rid 
of.  So.  if  you  es~er  do  get  one,  the 
chances  are  that  you  will  always 
have  it:  and  then  your  children  will 
have  it;  or  if  you  haven't  an}'  child- 
ren, then  it  v.  ill  go  to  your  grand- 
children. And  so  the  old  home 
remains  in  the  family,  or  the  family 
remains  in  the  old  home,  forever. 

(due  hundred  and  thirty  two  years 
ago  my  great,  great  grandfather 
started  out  from  Warner,  New 
Hampshire,  to  make  a  home  for 
himself.  He,  like  his  descendants 
to  this  day.  had  no  money.  His 
entire  worldly  possessions  consisted 
of  a  wife,  a  daughter,  a  cow,  and  a 
few  tools.  The  three  female  mem- 
bers of  the  family  he  left  in  Warner 
and  in  debt. 

He  and  the  tools  started  north 
through  the  woods  to  "locate".  He 
did  not  know  where  he  should 
locate  and  didn't  care.  He  had  the 
whole  of  North  America  to  choose 
from.  But,  in  order  that  he  might 
find  his  way  back  again,  he  carried 
a  hatchet  in  his  hand  and  every 
hundred  feet  or  so  he  would  whack 
a  piece  of  bark  off  of  a  tree,  thus 
leaving  a  trail  to  be  followed  on  the 
return    trip. 


In  those  days  that  country  was 
full  ot  Indians;  not  the  kind  you  see 
with  Wild  West  Shows  nowadays, 
but  real  tough  guys;  tommyhawk- 
ers,  scalpers  and  burn-at-the-stakers. 
■lo  tnat,  in  building  a  home,  a  chap 
had  to  figure  on  ''the  opposition." 
And  in  order  to  strengthen  his 
chances  of  keeping  his  hair  on  for 
cold  weather,  he  would  not  build  his 
house  down  in  the  fertile  valleys, 
but  find  the  highest  hill  he  could, 
and  put  his  house  right  on  the  very 
pinnacle  of  it.  Then  he  would  cut 
down  every  tree  and  brush  within 
a  thousand  feet  of  it,  so  the  Indians 
could  not  ambush  him. 

As  a  result  these  old  New  Eng- 
land farm  houses  were  cheerful  af- 
fairs, especially  in  the  winter.  The 
wind  would  make  one  jump  right 
straight  from  the  Arctic  Ocean  for 
the  front  door.  And  in  the  summer 
the  sun  would  beat  down  on  them 
and  the  rains  would  come  across  the 
valley  and  hit  the  houses  crossways 
instead  of  coming  down  from  above. 
'Twas  a  jovial  life. 

Well  anyway,  the  G.  G.  Grandfath- 
er of  mine  went  twenty  miles  north- 
ward, and  finally  found  a  hill  high- 
er and  steeper  than  any  other,  and 
on  its  top  he  started  in  building  the 
new  home.  As  all  this  happened 
one  hundred  and  thirty  two  years 
ago,  I  do  not  remember  many  of 
the  particulars  regarding  the  erect- 
ing of  this  house;  but  sometime 
along  in  the  Fall  of  the  following 
vear  he  got  it  completed  and  start- 
ed back  along  his  blazed  trail  to  get 
the  family  and  come  back  and  move 
in. 


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Upon  arriving  back  in  Warner  he 
found  that  his  family  had  increased: 
he  now  had  a  wife,  a  daughter,  a 
cow  and  a  two  weeks  old  boy  calf. 
So  they  packed  all  their  belongings 
on  their  backs  and  started  for  the 
new  home,  driving  the  cow  and  calf 
along  with  them. 

The  first  night  the}'  slept  out  un- 
der a  big  pine  tree.  When  they 
woke  up  in  the  morning  there  was 


This  G.  G.  Grandfather  of  mine 
might  have  been  a  good  carpenter  and 
he  musl  have  been  a  good  farmer  to 
ever  have  dug  a  good  living  out  of 
that  rocky  hill,  hut  he  was  a  "bad  his- 
torian for  about  all  ]  have  ever  been 
able  to  find  out  about  the  next  few- 
years  was  that  he  traded  off  his 
wedding  suit  for  another  gentleman 
calf  and  thus  got  a  pair  of  oxen 
to  do  his  farm  work  with. 


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three  feet  of  snow  on  top  of  them. 
They  concluded  to  stay  there  and 
"picnic"  under  that  tree  until  the 
storm  abated  ;  and  it  was  three  days 
before  they  dared  to  start  out 
again.  Finally  they  arrived  at  the 
top  of  their  American  Alp,  and 
moved  in  and  started  in  house- 
keeping. 


Years  passed  by  ;  (they  must  have, 
for  they  are  not  there  now ;)  and  his 
family  grew  ;  it  grew  much  ;  twelve 
sons  and  daughters  came  to  bless 
(or  curse)  their  union.  And  as  the 
family  grew,  the  house  did  the 
same.  More  years  passed  ;  child- 
ren grew  up  and  married ;  I  think 
they  must  have  married  each  other 


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for  there  was  nobody  else  lived 
around  there.  Or  perhaps  they 
married  Indians.  But,  anyway. 
they  must  have  married  somebody, 
for  there  were  grandchildren;  and 
then  there  were  great  grandchild- 
ren; and  then  there  was  ME. 

And  then  along  about  1900  Gov- 
enor  Rollins  of  New  Hampshire  in- 
vented this  Old  Home  thing.  And 
as  our  family  had  about  as  old  an 
(  »ld  Home  as  anybody  we  determin- 
ed to  have  an  Old  Home  Celebra- 
tion of  our  own. 

ddie  date  was  set,  along-  in  August, 
and  week's  were  spent  in  digging  up 
the  names  and  addresses  of  the 
family;  letters  were  sent  out  asking 
them  all  to  gather  at  the  Old  Home- 
stead at  Sutton  Mills,  Xew  Hamp- 
shire, on  the  - — day  of  August; 

and  to  bring  all  the  information  and 
data  they  could  find  ahout  the 
family. 

And  then  the  great  day  arrived  ; 
and  then  the  family  began  to  arrive. 
They  came  in  every  conceivable 
conveyance.  They  came  from 
everywhere.  One  lived  just  at  the 
foot  of  this  same  old  hill  yet.  In  one 
hundred  and.  twenty  years  he  had 
got  nearly  half  a  mile  away  from 
the  old  homestead.  They  came  from 
Gloucester,  Maiden,  Boston,  Xew 
York,  Chicago,  and  from  all  over 
New  Hampshire.  Nobody  knew 
any  bod)-.  Every  new  arrival  had 
to  introduce  him  or  herself  and  tell 
just  how  he  or  she  rung  in  on  this 
celebration. 

The  chap  that  lived  at  the  foot  of 
the  hill  had  the  keys  to  the  house- 
arid  we  went  through  it.  One 
hundred  and  twenty  two  years  old 
at  the  time,  there  was  not  a  sign 
of  decay  anywhere.  The  timbers,  a 
foot  square,  hewn  out  by  hand, 
still  showed  the  marks  of  the  old 
pioneer's  broad  axe.  The  laths 
were  split  out  of  thin  strips  of 
wood,  by  hand.  Every  nail  in  the 
house  was  hammered  out  by  hand 
on  an  anvil.    The  heads  of  the  larger 


nails  were  as  large  as  silver  quarters. 
There  are  bricks  enough  in  the  chim- 
in",.- and  fireplaces  of  that  old 
homestead  to  build  a  good  size 
house.  Every  sleeping  room  had  a 
fireplace  in  it;  eight  fireplaces  in 
all.  and  most  of  them  big  enough  to 
rod  a  four  foot  log  into.  The 
kitchen  fireplace  and  chimney  was 
twelve  feet  wide.  There  were 
brick  ovens,  places  to  smoke  hams, 
and  a  lot  of  contrivances  that  1 
never  did  know  the  use  of.  And 
every  thing  in  as  perfect  condition 
as  upon  that  day  over  a  century 
ago  when  the  G.  G.  Grandfather 
moved  his  family  into  it. 

And  then  came  the  dinner; 
picnic  style,  out  under  the  shade 
of  two  big  elms  that  had  been 
planted  after  the  Indians  had  passed 
away.  And, Oh  say!  you  know  you 
never  can  eat  a  thing  out  on  those 
times. 

The  "City  Eolks"  had  all  sorts 
of  potted  hams  and  chicken  and 
olives  and  preserves  and,  well  I  don't 
know  what  they  were,  but  "all  there 
was  we  had."  And  "The  Country 
Folks"  brought  home-made  dough- 
nuts and  cake  and  pies  and  pots  of 
baked  beans  and  honey  and  apples 
and  berries.  And  there  we  sat  on 
the  grass  and  ate  and  drank  and 
grabbed  and  picked  ants  out  of  the 
beans  and  flies  out  of  the  butter 
and  had  the  best  time  that  was  ever 
had  since  the  Pilgrim  Fathers 
Crossed  the  Alps  in  1776. 

And  then  we  had  the  "Mectin'." 
"Jimmie"  Nelson  called  the  meeting 
to  order  and  told  what  it  was  all 
about  and  proposed  that  we,  the 
lineal  descendants  of  the  orginai  Asa 
Nelson  who  built  this  house,  should 
form  a  permanant  organization  to 
perpetuate  the  annual  reunion  at 
the  Old  Homestead.  Motion  put 
and  carried.  All  descendants  sign- 
ed the  constitution  and  by-laws 
(written  on  the  back  of  an  enve- 
lope.) Election  of  officers,  presi- 
dent   and    treasurer    and    secretary. 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


"Jimmie"  turned  in  his  expense  ac- 
count, one  dollar  and  thirteen  cents 
for  stationery  and  stamps.  Collec- 
tion taken  up  to  cover  said  account. 
Amount  of  collection,  one  dollar  and 
eight v    cents.     Amount    left    in    the 


treasury,  sixty  seven  cents. 
over  to   Treasurer     and     T 
bonded    to    insure    Society 
loss. 

Speeches,     ai 
wasn't  some  speaking;  a 
vers,  doctors,  merchants 


Turned 
'easurer 

against 


I  perhaps  there 
:  had  Iaw- 
l  minister, 


was  all  covered  with  hushes  so  1 
didn't  see  it.  and  couldn't  get  out  in 
lime  to  get  "home"  ahead  of  the  hall. 
1  pitched  for  my  team;  first 
time  in  over  twenty-five  years; 
and  I  couldn't  put  my  coat  on  with- 
<  Lit  help  for  three  weeks  afterwards. 
My  father  got  a  base  hit,  and  ran 
clown  to  first  so  hard  that  when 
he  got  there  he  couldn't  stop  until 
he  ran  into  a  stone  wall  and  barked 
his  shin  and  had  to  be  helped  back 
to   "the  bleachers"   where  he   "root- 


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At  the  Nelso 

Left  to  right — Frank  Nelson,  Tom 
Mrs.  Shepard,  Mrs.  Watts,  Fr; 
a  couple  of  actors,  half  a  dozen  writ- 
ers. And  then — then  came  THE 
event  of  the  day,  a  baseball  game, 
played  on  the  side  of  a  hill  so  steep 
that  we  had  to  knock  the  ball  up 
the  hill  in  order  to  ever  find  it 
again.  1  was  the  captain  of  one 
team  and  the  Minister  was  captain 
of  the  other.  My  oldest  player  was 
eighty  two  years  old  and  my  young- 
est five.  I  made  a  home  run  ;  that  is 
it  would  have  been  a  home  run,  only 
between  second  and  third  bases  I 
fell  into  an  old  deserted  cellar  that 


n  Reunion 

Pillsbury,  Eli   Shepard    (James   E.,) 
mlcCressy,  Mrs.  James  Nelson. 

ed"  for  the  rest  of  the  game.  The 
best  man  we  had  on  either  team  was 
a  manicure  girl  from  Concord. 
The  game  lasted  three  innings;  if 
it  had  gone  another  inning  there 
would  never  have  been  another  re- 
union ;  those  that  had  not  been  kill- 
ed would  have  laughed  themselves 
to  death.  The  score  was  twenty 
eight  to  two.  And  I  wouldn't  tell 
which  side  had   the  two  either. 

And  that  is  what  an  Old  Home 
Week  Celebration  is;  do  you  wonder 
that  the  idea  has  spread  all  -over  the 


OLD  HOME  WEEK  >?.: 


country 

? 

That 

and  vil'l 

a£ 

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week    o 

n 

which 

HI" 


its    ctulclrei 

tmm    far    and    near    to    renew 


every  little  town  rest  of  the  iboys  and  gir 
>:?.arlC:^aSldeQne  cousins.  uncles."  aunts,  sisters  '  an  . 
brothers  are  gathering,  there  every 
year  on  Old  Home  Week  and  having 
memory  and  meet  old  friends  and  the  best  time  that  ever  \  as  la 1  v 
relatives,    long   forgotten?  anybody.     Now    you    go    up    there 

the     old     luends!     .Somewhere     up      you  -hack  home." 


here   m   those   New   England  hills  In     the     words     of     Uncle     Tosh 

here   is  an  old   farm  house  standing  Whitcomb.  "Come  up  there  in  lime 

that   your   father,   your   grandfather  when    old    nature    is    at    her    best  ■' 

Sin/orr  otrSr^rY^r1"30!"6"  C?me  Up>  and  lct  the  scarlet  "inn     s 

r/ollnr  if        U     t=,    and  ,11        ChaSC  -V,,U   baCk  t0  Childhood." 

is    dollars    to    doughnuts    that    the 

organiza.tion   purchase  the  Ola  Honi5lte..d        1  comn.IU  f    T™*    mCe.ting    ,l    WaS    reposed    the 

K.  Shepard  of  New  London;  Harry  R  ?n«i  of  ?nn  ^  n  ■','''"  nas J:'ll,ose"  consisting  of  James 
with    the   owner   regarding    the    purchase"      In    ViK.    .,'/,.  ^eorge    Nelson   of   Sutton,    to    confer 

was  accepter!.  the  monev  subscribe  "l  an,  aL  1  ,'  '  n,*",""^  meet,r,sf'  the  owner's  proposition 
meeting     in     1020,     further    money    was     t      • -^  rented     the     same     year.        At     the     annual 

reunion  of  1920.  Word  I as  r assed  arof, ■  '", '  ,tr'  ,nake  needed  repairs  before  the  annua! 
be  held  and  to  repoTat  the  Old  Home  wulovf  "jf  ™emberS  tllat  a  "clean-up"  day  would 
Twenty  reported.  two  f re  m  Xc'  York Two  fro-!  N  \  T^'  rake5  and  °«ter  tools  for  work, 
rest  from  New   Hampshire,   and'  th^d  Xf  was^V^peTo^   SlTSKffi^    ""    "" 


MEMORY 

5i-  Corn  S".  £>a;y 
(Berlin,    New    Jersey) 
Dear  golden  day,  I   will  not  let  you  go 

Adown   the  years. 
Though  sombre  days  that  follow,  dark  with  rain, 
Bring  bitter  tears. 

Tn  memory's  heart   I'll   fold  you.     Safe  and   warm 

There  you   shall   stay 
To  brighten  all  the  years 'that  lie.  beyond 

My  golden   day. 

What  though  your  joy  is  but  a  heartache  now? 

I  would  not  give 
One  of  your  golden  hours  for  all  the  years 

That    I   may   live. 


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A   NOTABLE  OCCASION 

FESTIVAL  OF  THE  SONS  OF  NEW  HAMPSHIRE 
IN  BOSTON,  NOVEMBER  7,  1849 


By  H.  H.   Mctcalf 


As  the  Old  Home  Week  season 
approaches,  and  hundreds  of  the 
sons  and  daughters  of  the  old  Gran- 
ite State,  residing  outside  its  borders, 
are  planning  their  return,  for  a  brief, 
period  at  least,  to  the  scenes  of  child- 
hood and  youth,  and  a  renewal  of  old 
acquaintanceship ;  and  especially  in 
view  of  the  fact  that  plans  are  al- 
ready being  laid  for  the  formal  cele- 
bration of  the  300th  anniversary  of 
the  settlement  of  the  State  at  Dover 
and  Portsmouth,  when  there  will  be 
a  general  home  coming  of  New 
Hampshire  horn  people  from  all  over 
the  country,  some  account  of  the 
first  and  greatest  gathering  of  the 
sons  of  New  Hampshire,  ever  held 
outside  the  state,  and  probably  ex- 
ceeding in  magnitude  any  such 
gathering  yet  held  within  the  state. 
may  be  of  interest  to  Granite  Month- 
ly   readers. 

Such  account  is  contained  in  an 
octavo  volume  of  178  pages,  publish- 
ed by  James  French,  78  Washington 
St..  Boston,  and  embodying  the  pro-, 
ceedings  in  full  at  what  was  denomi- 
nated a  "Festival  of  the  Sons  of  New 
Hampshire."  with  the  speeches  de- 
livered and  letters  read  on  that  oc- 
casion, together  with  a  complete  list 
of  the  names  of  those  present,  said 
festival  having  been  held  in  Boston, 
November  9.  1849,  and  "phono- 
graphically"  reported  by  Dr.  James 
W.  Stone,  President  of  the  Boston 
Reporting  Association. 

The  idea  of  this  festival  and  re- 
union originated  with  Dr.  J.  V.  C". 
Smith,  a  Boston  physician,  native  of 
the  town  of  Conway,  who  invited 
several      New   Hampshire   natives    in 


the  city  to  meet  at  his  residence  on 
October  9.  when  the  subject  was 
considered  and  a  call  for  a  public 
meeting  issued,  at  which  meeting  an 
organization  was  effected  with  Hon. 
Daniel  Webster  as  President  and  a 
list  of  thirty  vice  presidents,  headed 
by  Marshal!  P.  Wilder,  and  numer- 
ous committees,  Fletcher  Webster 
being  chairman  of  the  Executive 
Committee.  Horace  G.  Hutchius  a 
Boston  lawyer,  native  of  Bath,  was 
named  as  Chief  Marshal,  with  Dr. 
Jabez  B.  Upham,  born  in  Claremont. 
and  Benjamin  P.  Cheney,  afterward 
the  noted  expressman,  native  of 
Hillsboro,  as  aids,  and  a  long  list  of 
assistants. 

Invitations  were  sent  out  to  New 
Plampshire  born  men  in  Boston  and 
vicinity  and  throughout  Massa- 
chusetts, and  many  prominent  resi- 
dents of  New  Hampshire  were  also 
invited  to  meet  with  them,  quite  a 
number  availing  themselves  of  the 
opportunity.  The  company  met  at 
the  State  House  in  Boston  on  the 
afternoon  of  November  7,  a  d,  at 
three  o'clock,  a  procession  was  form- 
ed, headed  by  Flagg's  Brass  Band 
and  Bond's  Cornet  Band,  which 
marched  through  Park,  Tremont, 
Court  and  State.  Streets,  Merchant's 
Row.  Ann,  Blackstone  and  Haver- 
hill Streets,  to  the  hall  of  the  Fitch- 
burg  Railroad  Depot,  then  the  most 
commodious  assembly  room  in  the 
city,  where  arrangements  had  been 
made  to  serve  a  dinner  to  1,500 
people,  tables  being  set  for  that  num- 
ber and  all  the  seats  occupied.  The 
hall  was  169  feet  long  by  76  wide, 
and  was  lighted  by  gas,  which,  as  the 


SON'S  OF  X.  H.  FESTIVAL 


327 


report  says,  was  "then  hi!  rod  need  for 
tin    first    time" 

Around  the  hall,  upon  the  walls, 
were  arranged  various  appropriate 
sketches  and  mottoes,  suggestive  of 
New  Hampshire  characteristics  and 
the  progress  of  her  sons.  On  the 
west  side  was  an  elevated  platform, 
occupied  hy  the  President  and  dis- 
tinguished guests,  while  an  orchestra 
wps  located  directly  opposite. 

The  guests  seated  upon  the  plat- 
form included.  Rev.  Dr.  Ephraim 
Peabodv.  Hon.  Salma  Hale.  Hon. 
Joel  Parker,  Hon.  Thomas  M.  Ed- 
wards. Col.  William  Schouler, 
Charles  W.  Cutter,  Gilman  Marston, 
Levi  Chamberlain,  Nathaniel  G.  Up- 
ham.  Rev.  Samuel  R.  Lothrop,  Rev. 
Charles  Mason,  son  of  Jeremiah 
Mason,  Rev.  Thomas  Worcester. 
Rev.  Dr.  Baron  Stowe.  Ho.i.  John 
P.  Hale,  U.  S.  Senator,  and  lions. 
James  Wilson  and  Amos  Tuck.  Rep- 
resentatives in  Congress  from  New- 
Hampshire,  William  Plummer,  Jr., 
son  of  Ex-Governor  "Plummer;  John 
Kellev  of  Exeter,  of  the  Governor's 
Council,  Phineas  Handerson.  William 
Dinsmoor ;  Ex-Governors  Anthony 
Colby  and  Henry  Hubbard;  Hon. 
Levi  Woodbury  of  the  I".  S.  Supreme 
Court;  Hon.  John  P.  Bigelow,  Ma- 
yor of  Boston;  Hon.  John  J.  Gil- 
christ of  the  N.  H.  Superior  Court. 
Edmund  Parker.  W.  W.  Stkkney, 
Hon.  Penning  W.  Jenness.  Rev.  L. 
J.    Livermorr   and   Col.    E.    E.    Miller. 

President  Webster  called  the  as- 
sembly to  order  at  5  o'clock"  and  the. 
Divine  blessing  was  asked  by  Rev. 
Ephraim  Peabodv,  I).  D..  rector  of 
King's  Chapel.  Boston,  native  of  the 
town  of    Milton. 

The   following  was   the 

BILL    OF   FARE 

Boiled 

Ham. 

Tongue, 

Saltpctred   Beef, 

Turkeys — Oyster    Sauce. 

Mutton — Caper   Sauce 


Entrees 

Fricando    Veal — Tomato    Sauce, 

Fricasee    Chicken, 

Esealloped   Oysters, 

Curried    Chickens, 

Oyster    Patties, 

Sweet    Breads — Larded, 

Chicken   Salad, 

Boned   Turkevs 


Roast 


Beer. 
Veal, 
Lamb, 

Turkeys, 


Chickens 

Ducks 

Mongrel    Geese 

Mountain    Geese 


Game 
Black  Ducks,  Partridges 

Wood    Ducks,  Quails 

Widgeons 

Vegetables 
Squash,  Turnips 

Potatoes,  Celery 

Pastry 

Washington    Pies.  Custards 

Mince    Pies,  Charlotte    Russe 

Apple    Pies,  Meringues 

Cranberry    Pies,  Cocoanut    Cakes 

Peach    T'ies,  Pound    Cakes 

Squash    Pies,  Fruit    Cakes 

Quince    Pies..  Charlotte   D'Orcey 

Desserts 

Ice    Cream,  Raisins 

Jellies.  Figs 

Apples.  Grapes 

Oranges,  Pears 

Nuts 

Lemonade  and  Coffee 

At  the  conclusion  of  the  repast,  at 
about  six  o'clock,  thanks  were  re- 
turned by  Rev.  Baron  Stow,  D.  D.. 
of  Boston,  eminent  Baptist  clergy- 
man, native  of  Croydon,  who,  by  the 
way,  delivered  the  oration  at  the 
Centennial  celebration  in  the  latter 
town   i;i    1866. 

Immediately  after  Mr.  Webster 
arose  and  delivered  the  opening 
speech,  in  the  nature  of  an  address 
of  welcome.  He  spoke  for  more  than 
half  an  hour     with     his     accustomed 


328 


THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


eloquence,   recounting,      to   some     ex- 


tent.   New    Hamp 


part    m    the 


history  of  the  nation,  and  the  record 
of  some  of  her  distinguished  sons. 

Following  Mr.  Webster,  many 
other  speakers  were  '  heard  in  res- 
ponse to  toasts  prepared  by  a  com- 
mittee appointed   for  the  purpose. 

The  first  of  these  was: 

New  Hampshire!  Our  common 
mother!  Home  of  our  brightest,  hap- 
piest hours!  Thy  hills  and  valleys,  thy 
woods  and  streams,  and  all  the  pleas- 
ant memories  are  ever  with  us. 
"Where'er    we    roam  ,    whatever      realms 

we    see. 
Our    hearts    untrammelled,    fondly    turn    to 

Thee." 

This  was  responded  to  by  Hon. 
Levi  Woodbury.  Associate  Justice  of 
the  U.  S.  Supreme  Court,  native  of 
Francestown,  who  but  for  his  un- 
timely death  would  undoubtedly  have 
been  New  Hampshire's  candidate  for 
the  Democratic  nomination  for  Presi- 
dent of  the  United  States  in  1852, 
which  honor  ultimately  went  to  Gen. 
Franklin    Pierce. 

The  second  toast  was  "The  Com- 
monwealth of  Massachusetts,"  res- 
ponded to  by  Hon.  Marshall  P.  Wild- 
er, of  the  Executive  Council  of  that 
State,  native  of  the  town  of  Rindge; 
while  the  third  was  "Boston  and  its 
Inhabitants,"  responded  to  by  the 
Mayor  of  that  city,  Hon.  John  B. 
Bigelow,  not  a  New  Hampshire 
native,  who  in  the  course  of  his  fe- 
licitous remarks  expressed  his  sur- 
prise at  seeing  so  many  men,  well 
known  to  him.  and  prominent  in  all 
the  walks  of  life  in  the  New  Eng- 
land metropolis,  who  claimed  New 
Hampshire  as  their  birthplace. 

The  fourth  toast — -"The  Govern- 
ment of  our  Native  State" — was  res- 
ponded to  by  Hon.  Joel  Parker. 
Royall  Professor  of  Law  in  the  Har- 
vard Law  School  at  Cambridge, 
formerly  of  Keene,  and  Chief  Justice 
of  the  Supreme  Court  of  New  Hamp- 
shire from  1838  to  1848, 


Other  speakers  called'out  included 
Gen.  Henry  A.  S.  Dearborn,  son  of 
Gen.  Henry  Dearborn  of  Revolution- 
ary  fame,   Ex-Governor  and      U.     S. 

Senator  Henry  Hubbard  of  Charles- 
town,  Senator  John  P.  Hale,  Gen. 
James  Wilson  of  Keene.  member  of 
Congress.  William  Plummer,  Jr.,  and 
Hun.  Lewi  Chamberlain  of  Keene. 

At  a  late  hour,  after  all  the  regu- 
lar toasts  had  been  responded  to, 
President  Webster,  again  addressed 
the  assembled  company  at  some 
length  and  called  the  first  vice  presi- 
dent, H6n.  Marshall  P.  Wilder,  to 
the  chair,  who  upon  assuming  the 
duties  of  his  position,  ottered  the 
following  sentiment,  which  was  re- 
ceived with  enthusiastic  applause : 

"The  President  of  the  Day!  It  re- 
quired the  united  wisdom  of  the  Con- 
federacy to  frame  the  Constitution.  It 
was  reserved  for  our  native  state  to  fur- 
nish its  ablest  expounder  and  defender.'' 

Several  other  speakers  were  heard 
before  the  gathering  separated  and 
many  letters  and  sentiments,  for- 
warded by  prominent  men  invited, 
but  unable  to  attend,  were  read. 

It  will  be  noted  that  only  men  were 
in  attendance,  it  being  characterized 
as  a  meeting  of  the  "Sons  of  New 
Hampshire,"  but  one  woman  con- 
tributed a  poem  for  the  occasion, 
Mrs.  Sarah  J.  Hale,  native  of  New- 
port, later  for  many  years  editor  of 
"Godey's  Lady's  Book,  "  the  first  im- 
portant woman's  magazine  in  the 
country.  The  poem  was  as  fol- 
lows : 

Our  Granite  Hills 

What    glowing    thoughts,    what    glowing 
theme 

To   mountain    tops  belong! 
The    law    from    Sinai's    summit    came, 

From   Sioii  sacred  song. 
And   Genius   on    Parnassian    height 

His    banner    first    unfurled, 
And  from  the  seven  hilled  city  waved 

The    sword   that   swayed   the   world. 
Then  let  us  raise  the  hymn  of  praise ; 

To  us   the   hills   were   given; 
And  mountain-tops  are  altars  set 

To   lift   the   soul   to   heaven! 


SONS  OF  X.  H.  FESTIVAL 


129 


Thougb    Europe's      plains      are      crushed 
with    chains. 

As    every    tyrant    wills, 
Yet    Freedom's   light   is  flashing  bright 

Along    Helvetia's    hills; 
And  should    our   eagle   stoop    his    wing 

O'er    prairie,    plain    or    sea, 
Mount    Washington    an    eyrie    holds 

Of   deathless    Liberty! 
Then   let   us   raise   the   song  of  praise; 

To    us    the    heights    are    given": 
Our   granite   hills  are  altars'  set 

To   lift   our    hopes    to    heaven. 

The  reading  of  tin's  poem  follow- 
ed the  presentation  of  the  following 
sentiment,  offered  by  the  Rev.  Dr. 
Stow : 

"Mrs.  Sarah  Joskpfia  Half.:  A  gem 
from  the  primitive  rock  of  our  native  state 
set  in  the  coronet  of  a  Nation's  literature." 

Among  the  writers  of  the  many 
letters  received,  some  of  which  were 
read,  while  all  were  printed  in  the 
volume  of  reported  proceedings,  were 
Hon.  Samuel  Appleton,  founder  of 
Lowell,  native  of  New  Ipswich.  Hon. 
Lewis  Cass.  Senator  from  .Michigan. 
native  of  Exeter,  Hon.  Moses  Nor- 
ris.  Jr..  Senator  from  New  Hamp- 
shire, Gen.  James  Miller  of  Temple, 
hero  of  Lundy's  Lane,  Hon.  William 
Plumer,  Ex-Governor  of  New 
Hampshire,  Hon.  Samuel  Dinsmoor 
of  Keene,  Governor;  Hon.  Arthur 
Livermore  of  Plymouth,  Ex-Chief 
Justice  New  Hampshire  Supreme 
Court;  Hon.  Charles  H.  Atherton  of 
Amherst,  ex-Congressman ;  Hon. 
Charles  G.  Atherton.  Ex-LTnited 
States  Senator;  Lion.  John  Sullivan 
of  Exeter,  Attorney  General;  Gen. 
Eranklin  Pierce.  Ex-Senator  and 
later  President  of  the  United  States; 
Hon.  Joseph  Healey  of  Washington, 
Ex-Congressman;  Hon.  Andrew  S. 
Woods  of  Path.  Justice  of  the  Sup- 
reme Court ;  Hon.  Matthew  LJarvey 
of  Hopkinton,  Ex-Governor;  Hon. 
Edmund  Purke  of  Newport,  Ex- 
Congressman  and  Ex-Commissioner 
of  Patents,  then  editor  of  the  Wash- 
ington   Union,   with   many   others. 

In  the  latter  part'  of 'the  volume 
in  which  the  account  of  this  festival 
is  published  is  a  list  of  the  names 
of  all   the     men  present,      with     the 


towns  of  their  birth,  their  occupa- 
tion, am!  the  years  in  which  they 
(the  most  of  them)  left  the  state  for 
Massachusetts,  the  same  occupying  28 
pages  of  fine  type. 

This  notable  gathering  of  the 
Sons  of  New  Hampshire,  in  Boston, 
nearly  72  years  ago,  the  first  of  the 
kind  of  which  there  is  any  record. 
and  the  like  of  which  has  never  since 
been  held  so  far  as  known,  though  it 
was  resolved  at  the  time  that  another 
he  held  in  three  years,  was  un- 
doubtedly the  precursor  of  the  "New 
Hampshire  Club."  so  called,  made  up 
mainly  of  New  Hampshire  men  in 
Boston  and  vicinity,  which  was  or- 
ganized some  years  later,  and  main- 
tained an  existence,  on  paper  at 
least,  up  to  the  beginning  of  the 
present  century,  with  regular  meet- 
ings in  some  years,  and  occasional 
ones  in  others,  at  which  the  mem- 
bers got  together  for  dinners  and  so- 
cial   intercourse. 

It  was  through  his  association  with 
this  club,  undoubtedly,  that  the  late 
Gov.  Frank  W.  Rollins,  conceived 
the  idea  of  "Old  Home  Week"  in 
New  Hampshire,  with  the  attendant 
reunion  of  the  sons  and  daughters 
of  the  several  towns  during  that 
festival  period,  and  which  led  him. 
soon  after  to  take  a  leading  part  in 
the  organization  of  the  New  Hamp- 
shire Exchange  Club,  made  up  of 
New  Hampshire  men  and  women, 
which  opened  headquarters  in  the  old 
Norwell  house  on  Walnut  Street  in 
Boston  in  1903.  and  attained  a  mem- 
bership of  several  hundred,  with  an 
interesting  career  for  several  years, 
but  has  for  some  time  past  been  in 
a  condition  of  "innocuous  desue- 
tude;" so  that  it  has  fallen  to  the 
women  alone  to  keep  New  Hamp- 
shire "on  the  map"  in  the  social  life 
of  the  metropolis,  which  is  done 
through  the  activities  of  the  Society 
of  "New  Hampshire's  Daughters." 
which  is  a  live  organization. 
thoroughly  inbued  with  the  spirit 
of  the  old  Granite  State. 


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HIGH  LAND 


Bv  Kenneth  /'.  Murdoch. 


When  the  Judge  began  to  build  his 
house  on  the  hill,  Simon  Murray 
.still  lived  or.  deep-eyed  and  silent,  in 
the  quaint  broad-roofed  farmhouse 
across  the  road  where  his  father's 
death  had  left  him  master  thirty 
years  before.  Beyond  his  stone 
walls  nothing  remained  of  old  Edge- 
ware  except  the  unkempt  pastures 
where  garden  roses  wantonly  strag- 
gled in  the  coarse  long  grass,  and  an 
occasional  gaping  cellar  hole  was 
decently  veiled  by  ragged  lilac 
bushes.  Progress  for  the  village  had 
been  downward ;  the  pastures  and 
sheep  pens  on  the  high  land  had  given 
way  to  the  freight  house  and  the 
spool  factor}-  in  the  valley.  From 
the  sturdily  built  square  houses  on 
the  hill  pastures,  the  village  had 
sought  first  the  stage  line  and  then 
the  railroad  beside  the  river,  until 
modern  Edgeware  came  to  be  clus- 
tered neatly  along  the  the  sandy  road 
beneath  the  electric  lights  strung 
from   their   unpainted   poles. 

Yet  old  Simon  still  clung  to  the 
hillside,  and  "the  people  from  down 
below."  led  by  the  Judge,  had  passed 
the  village  by,  to  build  their  summer 
houses  on  the  slopes  above.  Public 
opinion  in  Edgeware  for  once  found 
no  expression  for  its  feelings,  for 
the  Judge's  fame,  heralded  even 
there,  and  the  same  shrewd  kindli- 
ness that  had  won  him  success  in  the 
cities,  had:  achieved  for  him  in  the 
village  a  reticent  but  admiring  fol- 
lowing. He  became,  unconsciously, 
the  champion  of  the  "summer  folks," 
and  convictions  as  to  their  folly,  how- 
ever deeply  felt,  were  rarely  heard 
expressed.  More  important  still, 
and  even  less  to  be  spoken  of.  Simon 
Murray's  devotion  to  the  hill  farm 
made  criticism  of  the  new  comers  im- 
possible unless  some  injury  was  to  be 
done  to  local  pride.  The  village  was 
strongly   conscious   of   its   identity — a 


native  was  a  native -and  that  Simon 
was    Edgeware   through   and   through 

no  one  could  doubt.  The  Murra\ 
family  story  was  common  knowledge, 
and  their  pride  of  ancestty,  like  the 
social  supremacy  of  the  Congrega- 
tional Church,  was  a  fact  to  be  un- 
hesitatingly accepted.  So  "old  Mur- 
ray" and  the  Judge,  in  quite  different 
ways,  saved  some  prestige  for  the 
bill  in  Edgeware  eyes. 

Whatever  their  partnership  in  this, 
the  Judge  found  Simon  curiously  be- 
yond reach.  To  the  old  man.  as  his 
earl)  neighbors  had  been  deserters,  so 
the  newcomers  from  the  city  were 
invaders  without  right.  He  hotly 
refused  to  sell  the  Judge  an  inch  of 
his  land,  and  the  Eord  farm  that  lie 
had  bought  when  the  last  of  the  old 
hill  families  had  moved  down  into 
the  valley,  was  no  less  fiercely  cher- 
ished. Inclined  to  resent  his  attitude 
at  first,  with  more  knowledge  of  Si- 
mon the  Judge's  feeling  changed. 
There  were  times,  indeed,  when  the 
story  of  the  Murrays  and  this  last 
tenant  of  their  hill  farm  seemed  to 
him    profoundly   stirring. 

From  town  legend  and  printed  his- 
tory he  already  knew  of  the  days 
when  Edgeware  had  meant  the  hill, 
and  when  the  Murray  elms  had  been 
the  tallest,  their  lilacs  the  sweetest. 
and  their  roses  the  pride  of  the 
county.  The  migration  to  the  val- 
ley, the  coming  of  the  mill,  and  the 
yielding  of  the  old  houses  to  storms 
or  fire,  were  matters  of  common  re- 
cord. It  was  Ellen,  though,  who 
gave  the  Judge  most  of  what  he 
sought,  for  her  shy  speeches  outlin- 
ed vividly  for  him  the  picture  of 
Simon  Murray.  Through  her  eyes 
he  first  knew  the  stern  and  silent 
father  whose  loneliness  she  had 
shared  through  the  twelve  years  since 
her  mother's  death.  At  first  when 
he   used   to    find   her  picking   berries 


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331 


near  bis  wall,  she  had  been  too  timid 
to  speak,  but  Kttle  by  little  under  his 
gentle  eyes  she  had  found  soft  voic- 
ed  answers   to   his   greetings. 

Simply  as  she  spoke  he  thought  he 
could  see  behind  her  words  the  fear 
she  knew  in  the  lace  of  her  father's 
tense  devotion  to  his  land  and  the 
stony  hill,  and  he  fancied  that  at 
times  Ellen  must  have  found  Simon's 
words   harsh   in    her   ears. 

"lie  says  we're  in  mourning."  she 
told  him.  "Mourning  for  the  folks 
who  used  to  have  these  farms.  He 
says  they're  cowards  to  leave  the 
clean  hills  and  move  down  to  the 
valley.  When  he  talks  so,  and  points 
down  the  hill,  sometimes  he  fright- 
ens  me." 

The  Judge,  fearful  of  disturbing 
the  directness  of  her  revelation, 
never  knew  quite  what  to  say  to  bier. 

"Is  he  always  sad,"  he  asked 
once,  "Doesn't  he  ever  smile  or 
laugh   with   you  ?" 

She  smiled   at  the  thought. 

"No,  he  never  does.  Never  with 
me,  that  is.  But,"  her  voice  told  of 
her  patient  failure  to  understand, 
"when  he  looks  out  at  his  sheep  up 
in  the  top  pasture,  he  sometimes 
kind  of  smiles." 

And  one  day  while  she  was  tell- 
ing him  of  Simon's  years  of  strug- 
gling to  plough  the  Ford  fields  and 
to  save  the  dignity  of  the  old  farm- 
house from  decay,  there  came  the 
note  of  the  noon  whistle  at  the  fac- 
tory in  the  valley.  The  sound  was 
very  mellow  and  soft  in  the  clear 
west    breeze,    but    Ellen    shivered. 

"1  hate  to  hear  it,"  she  explained, 
"It  sets  him  off  so.  fie  can't  bear 
that  whistle.  When  it  blows  I'm 
afraid  to   look  at   him." 

However  much  these  scraps  of  her 
talk  revealed,  it  was  not  till  the  last 
bitter  drop  of  his  defeat  drove  Simon 
blindly," desperately,  to  the  new  neigh- 
bor he  scorned,  that  the  Judge  found 
the  story  taking  shape.  Suddenly  he 
found  that  what  he  knew,  and  what 
he    guessed   at,    wove    themselves    to- 


gether till  the  old  man's  strange  visit 
seemed  simply  their  inevitable  climax. 

Prom  the  valley  had  returned 
Clark  Ford,  son  of  the  last  Ford,  to 
live  in  the  old  hill  homestead.  He 
came  not  to  buy  back  the  farm  his 
father  had  sold  to  Simon,  but  to 
walk  the  grass  grown  hill  road  with 
Ellen.  Often  the  cold  moonlight 
showed  the  Judge  the  couple  under- 
neath the  boughs  of  the  gaunt  grey 
orchard,  and  the  tongues  of  gossip 
wagged  bravely  in  the  village,  until 
one  evening  beside  the  old  rose- 
bushes his  fathers  planted,  Clark  won 
from  Ellen  a  half  revealed  and  timid 
promise. 

To  Simon  the  news  had  brought 
one  wild  moment  when  hope  flamed 
high  in  his  heart.  Kindly  he  greet- 
ed the  young  .man,  stifling  the  mem- 
ory of  lu's  father's  desertion  of  the 
hill,  and  almost  tenderly  he  pat- 
ted Ellen's  hand  with  his  hard,  brown 
fingers.  Boldly  at  first,  then  tremu- 
lous with  the  power  of  his  dream, 
he  gave  voice  to  his  longing,  and  told 
Clarke  to  take  her  if  he  would  pro- 
mise to  maintain  the  hill    farm. 

"I'm  old  now,"  he  went  on,  while 
Clark  and  Ellen  both  paled  before  his 
eagerness,  "But  I've  fought  too  long 
to  give  in.  Take  her  and  the  farm, 
too.  Keep  it  up,  make  it  grow,  and 
with  young  blood  it  will  grow.  Give 
me  that  to  die  on.  Eet  me  know  I've 
left  my  job  in  strong  hands.  And 
Ellen'll  help  you.  She's  a  good  girl, 
and  she's  never  lived  anywhere  else — 
and,   by  Cod!   she  never  shall!" 

Shamefaced  at  his  own  heat,  he 
stopped.  What  Clark  said  the 
Judge  could  only  guess.  Somehow 
Simon's  amazed  perception  had 
seized  the  fact  that  a  man  dared  to 
dream  of  marrying  his  Ellen  only 
to  abandon  the  hill  and  the  faun,  and 
with  them,  as  he  would  have  sworn, 
life  and  honor.  Take  his  daughter 
down  to  the  village,  down  to  that 
swarm  of  traitors  to  the  soil— blind- 
ly he  left  the  house,  crossed  the  door- 
yard,   and    somehow    found      his   way 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


across  the  road,  in  bis  eyes  was  the 
vision  of  the  collapse  oi  his  world, 
and  in  his  passion  he  may  have  for- 
gotten the  bitter  changes  and  dream- 
ed that  the  light  on  the  knoll  still 
shone  from  a  loyal  farmer  neigh- 
bor's lamp.  Whatever  tl  e  reason, 
a  moment  later  he  burst  into  the 
softly  lighted  living  room  of  the 
Judge,  It  was  thus  he  paid  his  first 
visit  to  his  nearest  neighbor,  and  it 
was  here  in  this  quiet  room  beneath 
the  eyes  of  his  shrewd  but  puzzled 
host,  that   he  last   saw   Clark. 

Emotional  outbreaks  are  rare  in 
Edgeware,  and  persistence  a  common 
virtue.  Accordingly,  Clark,  mildly 
wondering,  but  shaken  far  more  by 
Ellen's  terror  than  by  her  father's 
outburst,  had  followed  patiently 
across  the  road,  knocked,  and  then 
walked  silently  in.  He  found  the 
old  man  ready  to  meet  him.  The 
sight  of  the  strange  room,  the  mem- 
ory of  it  when  it  had  served  a  fellow 
townsman,  brought  back  to  him  in  a 
hot  wave  of  shame  and  bitterness  the 
consciousness  of  where  he  was  and 
what  had  happened.  But  he  had 
dignity  enough  to  master  the  situa- 
tion and  to  face  Clark  before  this 
strange  fireside,  calmly,  and  with 
some  memory  of  what  was  due  his 
host.  Out  of  his  ancestry  shrewd 
thoughts  came  to  him.  and  with  them 
inspiration. 

"judge."  he  said,  "I've  got  some 
law  business  with  him.  Can  you 
draw  me  tip  a  paper?" 

With  the  instinct  born  of  the 
habit  of  generations,  he  sat  down  be- 
side the  judge's  littered  table,  for 
your  true  Edgeware  native  can  never 
bargain  till  he  is  seated.  Facing  him 
across  the  hearth  sat  Clark,  ill  at 
ease  in  strange  surroundings,  but  with 
his  puzzled  attitude  slpwly  harden- 
ing into  one  of  defiance. 

"Write  me  a  paper  where  1  can 
promise  him,"  said  Simon,  nodding 
across  the  hearth  toward  Clark,  "to 
give  him  without  payment  the  Ford 
house— his   family's  old  house  before 


his  father  left  the  hill— with  all  the 
laud.  Set  down  that  with  the  house 
1  give  him  Ellen  as  his  wife."  He 
stopped,  and  then,  gazing  steadfast- 
ly down  at  the  hearth,  went  on,  "But 
make  it  say  that  this  gift  is  only  on 
condition  that  he  agrees  to  live  either 
on  my  place  or  the  Fords',  and  that 
he  agrees  to  work  them  both,  for 
twenty  years.  If  he  don't  agree,  he 
gets  nothing,  house,  land,  or  Ellen." 
Simon   stood   up. 

"And  if  he  don't  agree  I  warn  him 
now  before  you  that  if  he  ever  sets 
foot  in  my  house  or  on  my  land 
again,  I'll  shoot  him.  And  one 
thing  more.  Fie  knows  if  he  don't 
agree  it's  because  he's  a  coward,  and 
because  his  blood's  too  thin  to  stick 
by  land  and  homes  that  are  worth 
more  than  any  clap-trap  mill  town 
that  ever  grew  out  of  mud  and  saw- 
dust. It's  because  he's  ashamed  to 
work  like  a  man  for  what  he  gets  and 
the  woman  he  loves.  It's  be- 
cause he's  content  to  see  his  town  and 
his  state  go  to  mill-men  and  shop 
girls  and  money  grubbers  without 
one  decent  man  who  knows  the  land 
and  loves  it.  You  hear  that.  Judge, 
and  when  lie  answers  let  him  answer 
me   before   you." 

He  was  standing  very  stiffly,  and 
his  face  was  hard,  but  the  Judge  al- 
ways said  that  his  eyes  were  sad,  and 
that    he    saw    him    tremble. 

Clark  was  plainly  uneasy,  but  af- 
ter the  manner  of  his  race,  he  knew 
how  to  hide  emotion  behind  a  mask 
of  indifferent  inattention.  Only  his 
tapping  fingers  on  the  arm  of  his  chair 
and  a  slow  flush  that  rose  to  his 
cheeks,  gave  warning  that  in  his  pla- 
cid nature  there  glowed  a  lingering 
spark  of  feeling.  He  spoke  dully, 
taking  refuge  in  a  worn  and  familiar 
phrase,  "I  don't  know's  I  care  to 
sign." 

The  Judge  confessed  afterward 
the  situation  was  beyond  him.  Not 
a  word  on  any  legal  aspect  of  the 
question  had  he  been  able  to  inter- 
ject, and     his  amazed     interest     had 


HKSto  I  ANT 

carried   him  far  beyond  ttw   ( :   ol  f;    ,    t       ,.,,   colder   ^  ,„ 

wishing  to  interrupt.    _   km    i        ,-.  ashw  on  the   lud^s  hearth 
fascinated  by  Simon-    .•                      ,.  .    e.ws  she  won't  come' with  nic 

the   rf      '"e!\su>'    •?'    Ih*    .      *      »«  ""less    you    sav.   and   that    1    ain't     o 

t»rned  on  Uark      Silence    it       .         -;  ,  .,,,    Slore  till  vou  do        Peril  ■ 

seemed  as.  though  the  httUvwateh     In  ain't    so    scared' of    vo«r     gun   *as 

,s|.faSe,T   thSi    mantf  !-'^-     "''  .°  miShl  !v-;-'   '  <*>"'«  think  I'll  hothei 

deliberately  and  more  toudh    than  I  ho  you  much  from  now  on    and  1  doubt 

"1QSt,    venerable  grandfather  s     ckvfc  if    HI   |K,   j,,,,k    ti„    v..u-„   |)e     ., 

that  had  ever  graced  the  oldest  house  have  me  ** 

0"  the  Jill.     Clark  crossed   his  knees  lie    fumbled     a     little     awkwardly 

nervously      Simon  still   stood   stnrmg  with    the    latch,    and    let    himself   ou't 

slowly  at  him       Hie  Judge  picked  up  mto   the  quiet   starlit  doorvard.     Kor 

a  pen  and  a  sheet  ot  paper.  -i  nmnuMti   ]■>,>  ct,-,,  .  >  1  ^.   i  '    -a    i    i 

L     ,     .,   ,  .         '  •  ,  ,     ,       „  a  In™"tnt  lie  stooped  and  sniffed  the 

1    dont  knows  you  11   need   that,  rosebush     bv   the     door        Then     he 

said    Uark   aga.m       "1    guess    I'll    be  walked   steadily  to  the  road,  and  the 

going    along        He    rose   and    turned  Judge    and    Simon    together    watched 

toward  the  door.  him  disappear  behind  the  apple  tree 

"Surer       asked     the     Judge.       "I  at  the  bend. 
can't"  advise  till   I   know   what    tins   is  How      the  storv     got  out     no  one 

all    about,   but      it   seems      as    though  knows    to-day.      It    was    not    till    the 

something   might    he   done,    and      Vm  postmaster  gave  him  a  distorted  ver- 

sure    Mr     Murray  s   threats    --.  sion  of   what  he  had   heard  and  seen 

Ue  felt   Simons  hand   on   his  arm,  three  days  before,  that  the   fudge  ad- 

and   Simons  voice  cheeked  his.    "Let  nutted   auv   knowledge   of   the  'affair 

him  go!  Clark  had  left  town  on  the  morning 

\  step  took  the  old  man  to  Uark  s  train   the  dav  after  his   strange    fare* 

Slde-  .  well  to  the  hill,  and  had  spoken  to  no 

"Let  him  go!     But  mind  me!    One  one    before    his    going,       Simon    was 

foot  on  my  place  and  youi    life's  not  chopping   fiercely  in  his  woodlot,  and 

worth  the  powder  it  11  cost  to  take  it.  did   not   come   near   the    village      Vet 

But    you     won't    come.        Not     you.  everyone  talked  of  it.     Ever*  woman 

Wire   like   all    the   rest.      \ou're    no  in  town  either  pitied  Ellen  or  blamed 

man.       You're  a  coward!        If      you  tier    for    "leading    Uark    a    rig."    and 

ever  turn  a  hand  for  good  to  the  land  every  man  commented  in  more  or  less 

that    made    this    town   and    this    stale,  characteristic   fashion  on  the  vagaries 

it'll  be  because  you're  seared   into   it.  of  "Old  Murray"  or  the  "foolheaded- 

And    until    you    do,    never   climb    this  riess"  of  youiv*  Lord 
lnl'   ar';lin!''              ,    ,.    ,     ,  My  the  time  Ellen' fell     sick,     the 

Clark  had  turned.  Ins  back  against  verdict  of  the  village  had  been  pro- 
the  door,  and  now  he  smiled,  a  faint,  nounced.  Old  Murray  once  re- 
dull  smile  garded  merdy  as  "queer/'  was  now 
Well.  Squire  Murray,  he  said,  confidently  summed  up  in  the 
."can't  say's  I  sec  your  point,  and  it  phrase,  "lie  ain't  right."  Clark  was 
don't  seem  to  me  as  if  your  way's  declared  to  have  done  wisely  in  re- 
the  best  way.  1  ain't  so  sure  your  fusing  to  bind  himself  for  the  sake 
town's  all  there  is  in  this  world,  or  0f  a  "little  slip  like  Ellen,"  but  to 
this  state,  and  1  am  t  so  sure  your  hill  have  erred  grievously  in  deserting 
is  all  there    js  to     Edgeware.       lint  Edgeware    to    disappear    suddenly    as 

fe1  7"    ,     .     ,.    ,  1|('   ,,rul     done.       Ellen's     pneumonia 

lhe    smile    had    died    out,    and    bis  gave  more  fuel  for  gossip  at  the  dull- 


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est  time  of  the  year  when  the  ice  has 
been  ent  and  the  roads  arc  still  too 
soft  for  travel.  For  three  days  in- 
terest in  the  case  ran  high,  but  the 
patient  old  village  doctor  was  as  un- 
communicative as  his  solemn  horse. 
Then  came  a  cold  spring  day  when 
the  Congregational  minister  went  up 
to  the  old  upland  cemetery  with  its 
crumbling  stones,  and  prayed  with  a 
tall,  gaunt,  white-haired  man  over 
the  plain  pine  box  which  served  as  a 
coffin  for  his  only  daughter.  So  El- 
len was  buried  on  the  hillside  and  so 
Edgeware  learned  of  her  death. 

Somewhere  out  of  the  more  tender 
recesses  of  the  village  heart  came  a 
great  and  abiding  pity  for  the  girl, 
and  a  shamefaced  recognition  that 
here  had  perished  romance,  and  that 
in  Edgeware  a  girl  had  died  of  a 
broken  heart.  Yet  gossip  was  still, 
for  no  one  who  saw  Simon  in  his  in- 
frequent visits  to  the  store  could  fail 
to  realize  that  tragedy  was  here,  but 
that  it  was  his,  and  that  it  was  in  the 
nature  of  profanation  for  other  lips 
than  his  to  speak  of  it  beyond  the 
old  home  near  the  little  gravevard  on 
the  hill. 

The  Judge,  alone,  could  not  settle 
things  as  easily  as  did  the  village. 
Xight  after  night  he  saw  again  the 
scene  by  his  hearth,  and  night  after 
night  he  thought  differently  of  it. 
Pity  for  Clark  and  admiration  for 
his  independence  took  possession  of 
him  at  times,  but  he  could  never  rid 
himself  of  an  unpleasant  undertone 
of  feeling  iov  the  lonely  man  across 
the  road  and  a  strange  cloud  of  re- 
gret for  the  daughter  he  remember- 
ed most  often  as  a  little,  pale  faced 
country  girl,  standing  in  her  grey 
dress  between  the  lilacs  and  rose- 
bushes of  the  dooryafd. 

Perhaps  it  was  this  jarring  of  ideas 
that  drove  him  'to  seek  light  from 
Simon  himself.  Surely  he  found 
little.  Evening  often  saw  the  Judge 
cross  the  road  and  enter  the  wide 
doorway  to  find  the  old  man  in  the 
little  rough-walled  back  room,  seated 


before  the  great  fireplace,  bowed 
over  a  book — usually  a  clingy  calf 
bound  copy  of  Belknap's  History 
that  successive  generations  of  Mur- 
rays  had  left  standing  in  the  chimney 
niche  beside  the  powder  horn  car- 
ried by  the  first  settler  of  them  all. 
Vet  Simon  never  seemed  to  read, 
and  even  the  Judge's  presence  was 
powerless  to  call  him  back  from  a 
dream  that  fled  beyond  walls  into  the 
hill  pastures  that  once  had  been  a 
country's  pride.  Left  to  himself  the 
Judge  could  note  the  new  touch  of 
disorder  and  almost  of  decay  in  the 
dark  house,  and  for  minutes  together 
he  used  to  look  out  at  the  dim  out- 
lines of  the  Ford  farm,  falling  fast- 
er and  faster  into  ruin.  Sometimes 
he  shook  his  head  as  the  last  glow  of 
the  western  sky  half  lighted  up  the 
old  door  with  two  wide  new  boards 
nailed  tightly  across  it,  remembering 
that  on  the  day  after  Clark's  going 
he  had  heard  the  sound  of  Simon's 
hatchet  echoing  through  the  empty 
pastures,  and  had  watched  him  fix 
the  barrier  between  the  rotting  door 
posts  and  with  swift  axe  strokes  cut 
bars  to  lay  across  the  gap  in  the  wall 
where  the  road  wound  in  toward 
what  was  once  the  spacious  Ford 
farmyard. 

Gradually,  however,  he  found  that 
Simon  came  to  regard  him  more  and 
his  own  thoughts  less,  and  often  he- 
turned  uneasily  to  find  the  old  man's 
eyes  raised  from  the  history  upon 
his  knees  and  fixed  steadily  upon  him. 
Sometimes  he  thought  he  saw  the 
same  look  of  sadness  that  had  mark- 
ed his  dismissal  of  Clark;  sometimes 
he  imagined  something  very  like  fear 
looked  out  from  beneath  the  white, 
eyebrows.  But  Simon  rarely  spoke, 
and  usually  his  attention  drifted 
again  to  his  book  or  to  the  ashes  in 
the  cold  fireplace.  It  was  not  until 
one  early  autumn  night  when  the 
moonlight  marked  neat  squares  upon 
the  floor  that  he  rose  hurriedly  and 
beckoned  the  Judge  to  the  window. 
Outside    the    tall    grass    under    the 


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moonlight  looked  almost  like  snow. 
and  the  old  orchard  took  fantastic 
shapes  weaving  strange  shadows  in  a' 
sea  of  silver.  The  old  man  did  not 
waver  in  his  glance  hut  pointed  far 
down  toward  the  bend  in  the  wall  by 
the  toad,  and  whispered,   "There  she 

The  Judge  saw  nothing  but  the 
barred  gate  to  the  Ford  house,  and 
yet  half  shivered  with  the  feeling  that 
silence  and  moonlight  in  empty  fields 
can  awake. 

"My  little  lady  in  grey."  Simon 
went  on  eagerly,  almost  breathlessly. 
"There  she  stands  waiting  for  him 
to  come  hack  to  his  father's  house." 

As  he  looked  the  Judge  half 
fancied  he  saw  a  girlish  figure  in 
grey  cape  and  hood,  standing  by  the 
a] 'pie  tree  on  the  old  grass  road  near 
til?  Ford  gate.  He  brushed  his  eyes 
impatiently,  end  turned  from  the 
window,  then  hack  again,  and  looked 
once  more.  Certainly  there  was  a 
fijure,  indistinct — but  moonlight  only 
half    reveals. 

"She  always  was  kind  of  fotid  of 
grey,"  said  the  old  man,  inconse- 
quent!}' it  seemed. 

"She  left  me  because  1  drove  him 
away,  but  she  won't  leave  the  place. 
She  thinks  he's  man  enough  to  come 
back."  His  voice  was  mild  and  full 
of  a  weary  sort  of  patience.  "She 
wakes  me  when  1  sleep,  and  when  1 
read  she  creeps  in  on  the  hearth  lie- 
fore  me,  but  mostly  she  stands  there. 
She  lifts  the  door  latch  when  she 
goes  in  and  otrt  but  she  never  smiles 
now.  Seems  to  me  she  used  to 
smile  a  lot." 

"Let's  go  out."  The  Judge's  voice 
sounded  curiously  distant  in  his  own 
ears,  and  he  felt  a  wave  of  anger  at 
his   weakness. 

"Let's  go  out  and  speak  to  her." 

The  old  man  shook  his  head. 

"You  go,"  he  said,  "but  she  won't 
stav  for  me.  She  only  comes  when 
I'm  not  looking  for  her,  and  when  1 
speak  she  goes.  She's  always  so  far 
away  from  me.     You  go  though,  you 


go,  and  tell  people  old  Murray's 
craze  and  seeing  ghosts!" 

So  the  Judge  went  out.  and  once 
outside  he  saw  nothing  but  fields  and 
moonlight  and  misty  grey  patches  on 
the  trunks  of  the  apple  tress.  Noth- 
ing but  the  silvered  grass,  the  old 
road,  and  the  boards  nailed  across  the 
Ford  doorway.  But  many  nights 
thereafter  he  came  back  to  see  the 
old  man.  Many  times  he  furtively 
looked  from  the  window,  and  half 
indignantly  he  found  that  many 
times  he  thought  he  saw  standing  by 
the  old  road  that  little  figure  in  the 
grey  cape  and  hood. 

Suddenly,  though,  existence  in 
Edgeware  grew  to  be  no  longer  ab- 
sorbing for  the  Judge,  for  new  sights 
and  sounds  intruded  and  new  activ- 
ities swept  the  once  self-sufficient 
little  place.  Before  he  hurried  off 
to  the  city  to  wrestle  with  the  affairs 
of  a  hundred  panic-stricken  clients, 
he  marvelled  at  the  sight  of  uniform- 
ed men  in  the  little  village  street  and 
heard  the  selectmen  speak  to  the  de- 
parting draft  men  from  the  platform 
beside  the  new  and  highly  varnished 
flagpole  in  the  "Square."  Vet  in  all 
Edgeware's  war  awakening  he  found 
time  to  wonder  how  the  old  man  on 
the  hill  faced  these  flying  clouds  be- 
fore the  storm. 

He  was  left  to  wonder,  for  war 
days  of  a  busy  man  in  a  busy  city  left 
no  time  for  rural  pilgrimages,  until 
one  day  two  letters  in  his  crowded 
mail  woke  him  to  new  visions  of 
Edgeware.  Once  again  were  stirred 
the  strange  haunting  memories  that 
throughout  his  preoccupation  had 
made  a  persistent  undertone  in  all  his 
thoughts  until  they  had  come  to  be 
for  him  the  very  keynote  of  his  in- 
terest in  the  village  and  its  brooding 
hillside.  The  papers  on  his  desk  be- 
came suddenly  unreal,  and  to  him 
came  scents  of  the  upland  pastures 
and  the  familiar  sounds  of  the  dusty 
village  street. 

The  first  of  his  leters  held  a  brief 
note    from    his    housekeeper      on    the 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


lull,   and   enclosed  a   tiny  clipping. 

"Killed  in  action."  it  read,  "Julv 
10.  1918,  Sergeant  Clark  Dan  forth 
Ford,  of  Edge  ware,  under  circum- 
stances of   peculiar  bravery.'' 

These  were  the  words  that  headed 
the  few  brief  lines.  He  read  on: 
"Sergeant  Ford,  on  the  outbreak  of 
the  war  a  traveller  and  prospector  in 
the  West,  hurried  hack  to  Boston  to 
enlist,  and  went  overseas  almost  at 
once,  lie  has  been  recommended  for 
posthumous    decoration.'' 

That  was  all.  and  yet,  as  so  many 
times  before,  the  Judge  saw  the  vivid 
picture  of  that  far-off  evening  in  his 
house  on  the  hill,  but  this  time  even 
more  brightly  there  dawned  lie  lore 
It's  eyes  a  queer  medley  of  moonlight 
and  grass  grown  roads,  and,  some- 
where in  the  midst,  a  strange  little 
figure  iii  grey  cape  and  hood. 

The  second  letter  was  from  the 
Edgeware  Public  Safety  Committee, 
with  an  invitation  to  be  present  and 
to  speak  at  a  memorial  service  to  be 
held  for  Sergeant  Clark  Dan  forth 
Ford,  late  of  Edgeware,  the  first  man 
from  the  town  to  die,  and  one  whom 
every  citken  must  be  proud  to 
honor. 

There  was  in  it  something  so  new 
to  Edgeware.  something  so  universal 
in  its  appeal,  and  yet  so  proudly 
local,  that  the  Judge  felt  it  as  a  cali 
not  to  be  denied.  And,  though  he 
would  hav;-  been  ashamed  to  admit 
it,  with  his  interest  in  the  village  and 
its  pride  in  the  first  son  it  had  sacri- 
ficed, there  were  mingled  memories 
of  an  old  and  haggard  white-haired 
man  and  an  elf-like  figure  hooded  in 
grey. 

The  little  church  was  full.  Three 
flags  stood  proudly  as  the  only 
decoration,  and  stirred  idly  in  the 
soft  breeze  that  drew  down  from  the 
hillside.  One  or  two  officers  who  had 
known  Clark  spoke  of  him,  simply, 
and  yet  with  an  unconscious  effect 
based  on  the  inevitable  power  of  the 
surroundings.  The  Judge,  too,  felt 
himself   making  his   words  count    for 


more  than  he  had  dared  to  hope,  as 
he  spoke  of  the  spirit  of  youth  gone 
forth  from  the  hills  that  reared  it,  to 
die  in  saving  the  hills  of  a  noble  sis- 
ter land.  In  the  faces  before  him  he 
saw  how  close  Edgeware  was  to  the 
battle  line  and  that  it  was  very  sud- 
denly made  part  of  a  distressed  and 
heroic  world.  Edgeware  folk  were 
proud,  and  the  very  sun  in  the  vi.lage 
street  seemed  to  shine  on  more  than 
the  mere  sand  and  shavings  of  a  tiny 
mill  town. 

Vet  the  Judge  was  not  quite  con- 
tent, and  afterward  he  was  not  sur- 
prised to  find  himself  suggesting  to 
the  officers  with  whom  he  talked  that 
the\-  should  see  Clark's  birthplace  on 
the  hill.  As  they  walked  a  queer  ex- 
pectancy seemed  to  tak;  possession 
of  him.  and  a  heated  discussion  be- 
tween his  comrades,  on  the  merits  of 
the  Browning  gun,  failed  quite  to 
drive  away  the  queer  little  vision  in 
grey  that  wavered  before  his  eyes. 

It  was  a  long  climb  up  the  o.d 
road,  yet  the  cool  breeze  that  greeted 
them  at  the  top  of  the  ridge  came  as 
a  surprise  to  the  Judge  in  waking 
him  to  realize  where  he  was.  To  the 
left  stood  his  own  house  on  the  knoll, 
to  the  right  was  Simon  Murray's 
dooryard,  but  it  was  before  the  road- 
way to  the  Ford  house  that  he  stop- 
ped in  amazement.  The  grass  was 
neatly  mowed.  The  bars  of  the  gate 
were"  down,  and  the  grassy  track 
stretched  on  into  the  yard.  There 
the  lilac  bushes  sheltering  the  path 
were  trimmed.  Behind  them  the 
boards  across  the  door  were  gone, 
and  the  door  itself  stood  open.  Be- 
side the  rosebushes  they  stopped 
again,  for  in  the  doorway  stood  a 
figure,  erect,  strong,  and  welcoming. 
Simon's  face  was  strangely  lighted, 
and  his  smile  was  proud.  The  stoop 
of  his  shoulders  was  gone,  and  the 
fear  in  his  eyes  had  given  place  to  a 
deep  contentment. 

He  stepped  across  the  threshold  to 
meet  them,  heedless  of  the  crumbling 
planks  he  trod  on. 


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337 


"You've  come  to  sec  him  now  he'? 
back,"  lie  said,  '"and  Ellen,  too. 
Both  back  after  so  long.  I'm  very 
proud  of  him." 

Then  with  his  hand  on  the  slant- 
ing doorpost,  and  without  a  glance 
toward  the  gaping  roof  where  the 
sun  streamed  through  the  rotten 
shiugles  and  fog  of  tiny  cobwebs: 
"Back  to  his  old  home  he  fought  for. 
Back  and.  proud  to  he  here.     Back  to 

the  finest  house  in  Edgeware" he 

half  motioned  toward  the  fallen  sheds 
and  out-buildings,  past  the  sagging 
walls  of  the  house  itself —  "and  the 
oldest,  next  to  mine." 

hie  looked  higher  up  the  pasture 
toward  his  own  silent  roof  between 
the  elms.  "And  now  he  has  Eilen  lie 
has  both   houses." 

The  Judge  took  the  old  man's  hand 
and  tried  to  say  something  to  hide  the 
frank  amazement  of  ins  companions. 
Simon  led  him  into  the  dusty  front 
room  where  the  fireplace  was  half 
choked  with  fallen  bricks  and  mor- 
tar, and  dry  leaves  rustled  fretfully 
in  the  breeze  that  wandered  in 
through    the    empty    window    frames. 


.The  old  man's  pride  and  triumph 
spared  the  Judge  the  necessity  of 
further  word.-,,  and  fortunately.  In 
the  doorway  he  shook  Simon's  hand 
again  for  the  last  time,  and  with  a 
last  look  at  his  tall  figure  proudly 
guarding  the  home  of  his  daughter 
and  his  new  found  son.  followed  his 
companions  toward  the  village. 

It  was  not  until  the  shrill  buzz  of 
the  saws  in  the  mill,  and  the  appear- 
ance of  the  evening  papers  thrown 
on  the  station  platform  from  the  late 
train,  had  awakened  him  to  a  realiza- 
tion of  up-to-date  Edgeware,  that  he 
dared  to  speculate  on  the  house  on 
the  hill.  As  it  was,  it  was  not  until 
he  was  half  way  home  that  he  dared 
ask  his  companions  of  the  afternoon 
the  question  that  had  been  shaping  it- 
itself  on  his  lips   for  hours. 

"Did  you  see  a  little  woman  in 
grey  beside  that  old  man  on  the  hill 
to-day?" 

The  'major  kept  on  dealing  his 
cards,  hut  the  young  lieutenant  found 
time  in  throwing  away  his  cigarette 
to  answer,  "No.     Did  you?" 

"1   thought   I  did,"  said  the  Judge. 


REVENGE 

By  Blanche  Finkle  Gilc. 
(Burlington,  Vermont) 

My  mind  is  proud,   resentful. 
And   sternly  through  the   day, 

It   drives   the    haunting    thoughts   of 
Determinedly  away. 


At  night  they  swoop  upon  me 
And  mad  possession  take, 
Eor  while  my  mind  is   fast  asleep 
My  heart  is  wide  awake. 


POEMS  FROM  37  STATES 


The  generous  offer  bv  Mr.  Brookes 
More  of  a  $50  prize'  for  the  best 
poem  published  in  the  Granite 
Monthly  during  the  year  1').?!  has 
evoki  d  a  degree  of  interest  through- 
out the  country  which  is  most  pleas- 
ing to  the  editor  of  the  magazine  and 
must  be  to  Air.  .More.  Looking  0ver 
the  entries  thus  far  made  in  the  eon- 
test  and  not  previously  printed,  we 
find  that  thirty -four  states,  two 
Canadian  provinces  and  France  are 
represented  in  the  competition  and  it 
occurs  to  us  that  an  interesting  idea 
of  sectional  taste  and  style  in  litera- 
ture   may   be   given    by   publishing    in 


this  number  one  poem  from  even 
one  (*i  the  geographical  divisions 
mentioned.  The  prize  winning  poen 
may  and  may  not  be  included  ii 

collection.  That  will  be  for 
judges.  Professor  Bates,  Mr.  B 
waite  and  ex-Governor  Bartlett 
say.  Some  excellent  verse  has 
printed  in  the  prior  issues  of 
Granite  .Monthly  for  this  year.  Some 
of  the  best  poems  we  have  received, 
especially  from  Massachusetts  and 
New  Hampshire,  are  still  held  in 
reserve  because  of  the  decision  to 
print  but  one  poem  from  each  state 
this  month. 


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of  winters,  end  on 


MT.  WASHINGTON 

By  D.  E.  Adams. 
(Farmington,   Maine) 

Mount   Washington!     Thy  hoary  head 
Hath  seen  the  passing  of  untold  generations 
Marching  down  the  endless   fdes  of  time! 
In  rugged  peace  thy  massive  head  reclining 
Hath  watched  the  slow  succession  of  the  onward  yea 
Mid  storm  and  sunshine,   'mid  the  gale's   wild    fury 
Through  drifting  snows  and  icy  blasts 

end. 

Thou  hast  beheld  the  little  race  of  men  pass  on. 
And  of  thy  massive  strength  thou  giv'st  to  each  as  ever 
That  boon  for  which  he  seeks  thy  lofty   fastness: 
To  youth— the  joy  of  contest,  and' the  meed  of  valor  won  — 
1<>  age— surcease  from  toil,  and  rest  for  wearied  heart  and 

brain — 
To   sorrow— consolation   in 

enduring  rocks  : 
To  joy — the    fuller   joy   of 

scenes. 
To  all  thy  sons  the  mighty  inspiration  of  thy  noble  self, 
The  glory  of  thy  flaming  dawns  and  glowing  sunsets — ' 
The  mystery  of  thy  flawing  veils  of  cloud— 
The  knowledge  that  thou  art,  and  ever  shalt  be  standing 
As  long  as   earth  endures,   eternal— the  pledge  and  handi 
work  of  God. 


the  kinship  of  thy  mighty  and 
racing  breezes,   and   of   distant 


poiais  from  37  states  339 

MORNING  PRAYER 

By  Claribcl  Weeks  Avery. 

(Kumney,  New  Hampshire) 

When   my   garden   fills   with   glory 

at  the  rising  of  the  sun. 
And   the  silver  dew   points  glisten 
cm  the  greenage  and  the  sod. 
Yellow  blooms  on  the  tomatoes, 
White  and  gold  of  the  potatoes, 
Lift  and  quiver  in  the  sunshine 
Like  a  morning  hymn   to  God. 
Not  in   hallowed   walls   will    1 
Raise  my   full  heart  to  the  sky. 
Or  go  blindly  to  my  closet  where 

the  day  has  not  begun; 
]    will  seek  my  Lord  in  places 
Where  the  glad  soil  sings  11  is  graces. 
And  my  garden  fills  with  glory 
at  the  rising  of  the  sun. 


TSCHAIKOWSKY'S  SYMPHONY 

NUMBER  4 

By  Janet  Elizabeth  Curtis. 
(Philadelphia,    Pennsylvania) 

Intimate  notes  of  reed  and  string. 
The  English  horn's  refrain. 
The  coursing  flight  of  buoyant  flute, 
Harmonic  storms  that  wane. 

The  clarinet's  clear  treble  voice, 
Deep,  solemn  sounds  of  brass, 
The  answering  call  of  rolling  drums 
And  cymbals  rousing  crash. 

So  is  life's  symphony  composed 

Of  strains  that  rise  and  swell 

With  one  bright  motive  through  its  cour.-e 

Like  the  note  of  a  philomel. 

May  my  own  end  as  the  symphony's 
Be  one  of  quiet  theme, 
A  burst  of  reverent  gratitude 
Then  silence  great,  supreme. 


3-W  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

THE  GOLDEN  HOUR 

By  Ethel  Hope. 
(Dayton,   Ohio) 

I    sometimes  wonder  if   von  once  were  mine. 
Bright  hour  that   stayed  with  me  so  brief  a  space 
Elusive  as  a  bird  whose  course  we  trace 
But   faintly;  Ihen  no  longer  can  divine 
Its  path.      To  me  you  ever  seem  a  shrine 
Where  naught  that's  aught  but  pure  can  know  a  place 
Where  life  is  purged   from  all  that  could  he  base, 
And  hi  ted  up  to  noble  things  and  fine. 

Through  all   my   life  your   subtle    fragrance  goes 
Like    some   enchanted    thing    dispelling   gloom — 
A   healing  halm    for   sorrow  and  deep   woes; 
As  in  old  gardens  where   fair  flowers  bloom, 
The  air  reflects  the  sweetness  of  the  rose. 
And  breathes  forth  all  its  wonderful  perfume. 


MOTHER'S  PART 

By  Lclah  M.  Austin. 
(English,    Indiana) 

I,  dear,  once  stood  at  the  apex  of  life, 

And   viewed   from  the  vantage  point  of  youth 

A  world  filled  with  labor  and  endless  strife 
'lis  true;  hut  purity,  love  and   truth 

Were  there,   would    I    faithfully  travel  on. 

Ambitions,  dear  son.  beyond  sex.  filled  my  heart. 
Clothed  in  glory,  made  easy  the  unseen  task.  ' 

Before  lay  success  in  a  finished  art 

Which,  once  attained,  would  let  .me  bask 

In  the  applause  and  approval  of  earth's  best. 

I.  my  boy,  turned  aside,  to  a  hand  outstretched. 

^  And   love   made   duties   some   deem   commonplace. 
Gone  were  dreams  of  honor,  and   far  out-reached 

Were   fame  and  glory,   for  in  their  place 
Lay  a  downy  head  close  against  my  breast. 

You.  Oh  son,  some  day,  as  I  stood,  will  stand 
At  that  vantage  point  and  find  all  things  fair. 

Must  you  then,  when  life's  duties  the  best  demand, 
Make  your  labor  a  setting   for  triumph  rare. 

A  gem  benefitting  two  lives,  vours and  mine. 


POKMS  FROM  37  STATES  341 

MY  LITTLE  KOOM 

By  Clara  Cox  Epperson. 

(Ccokeville,  Tennessee) 

1  have  a  little    room  high  up  beneath  the  root, 
A  little  room  all  white  and  clean  and  sweet 

Where  I  can  go  to  rest. 
And  as  1   lie  and  look  out  on  ths  sky 
.And  on  the  pale  moon  sailing  swift  and  high, 
1   hear  ths  birds  sing  in  the  summer  night, 
(dad  heralds  of  the  dawn's  first  shaft  of  light, 
And  my  soul  goes  wandering  up,  away  and   far 
Above    the   things    of   earth,    its   grief   and    gloom, 
And   but  there  with  thj   stars,    the  moon,    and   von,    Dear 

Heart, 
Sometimes  I   tain  would  not  come  hack  to  my  dear  room. 
My  little,  still,  white  room  beneath  the  roof. 


LIFT  UP  THINE  EYES 

By   Anne   Hamilton    Cordon. 
(Washington,    District    of    Columbia) 

They  are  so   fair,  the  mountains  that  I  love, 
And   wise  through  long  communion   with  space — 
Upon   their  quiet  brows   the   shadows  move 
Like  smiles  tuat  steal  across  a  well-loved   face. 

Beneath  their  gaze  comss  spring  with  soft  caress 
To   tip   with  bloom   the   meanest  wayside  thorn — 
Hold  autumn   dons   her    full   exotic   dress 
And  marshals  in  her  golden  ranks  of  corn. 

i  here  is  the  rich,  red  earth  ;  the  vivid  green 
Of  wheatfields,  set  like  jewels   in  the  land 

The  singing  streams;  the  little  hills  serene 

Still,  over  all,  immutable  they  stand. 

G  mountains  that  I  love,  I   feel  your  might, 
The  peace  that  dwells  within  your  spacious  breast; 
And   i    would  .steep  my  spirit  in  your  light. 
And  in  your  silence  lay  my  pain  to  rest 

But  ah.  your   fearful  beauty  is  too  great 
Too   infinitely   keen   to   bring  release— 
I  watch  you,  and  my  heart  stand;,  desolate 
Sensing  in  vain  its  own  vast  need  of  peace. 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

EVENTIDE 

By  Julie  Kon,in. 
(Uliers,  France) 
'^Eventide    -when  light  begins  to  haze 
And  showering  through  the  waving  foliar 
Reluctant  to  depart,  in  twilight  lin^g^av,. 


An  fEJlfnt,'cIeT-whrn  sharks  soaring  si„g 
And  an  creation  shouts  a  song  of  jo?  g' 
While  we  in  harmony  find  good  in  'everything 

Eacr:Vlf"tide~~When   l    VVOuld    fai"   caress 

T       ;,lllg  momem  «»der  God's  great  sky- 

rherec0mes  the  peace  of  all  that's  real*  in  restfulnes, 

THE  HEAL  WORLD 

By  Mary  Burke 
(Chippewa    Falls,    Wisconsin) 

iillllilitr 

Oh.  does  ,t  look  to  you  as  fir,t  it  looked  to  „"?' 

Ford!™1!,3*  a"d  Fm-  Tith  n°thin«  ™»  ^m  trust 

XeaH    }o°     evervtd™' are's,  Greedlf!C,S  thcre'  a"d  Lust? 
Oh   does  ,'t  loll-  J  ,m-v  P,tlalls  spread? 

un,  doe,  ,t  look  to  you  a  world  to  fear,  and  dread? 

teraTLfc  thCre  ^  S""  is  shioiaS  bravely  trough- 

oVun'I^r  °r  ,0Ve  f0r  a,!  -vour-  fell°w  men, 
Uf  understanding  too,  excusing  vet  aeaih 

^Sfe-^Er^-r^ 

^^^dX^r^*er-:,--inggold 


POEMS  FROil  37  STATES 

THE  ABANDONED  HOUSE 

By  Lilian  Sue  Kerch 
(Ealtimore,   Maryland) 

Upon  the  roof  the  slow   rain   falls, 

lo  seep  like  tears  between  the  mossy  caves. 

The  staring  windows  gape  in  walls 

\  ine  covered,  and  the  sad  wind  grieves 

In  gusty  sighs,  driving  the  rustling  leaves. 

The  creaking  shutters  chant  a  mournful  song 
Of  bygone  days,  and  in  the  window  pane 
The  buzzing  wasp  is  droning  all  day  long. 
A  sagging  door  bangs  in  the  wind  and  rain. 
Forlorn,   the  cock   twirls  on   the  weather  vane. 

Inside   the   hall,   the   spiders  weave   their  looms 
Bctore  the  yawning  fireplace,  and  the  hats 
Flit  swiftly  through   the  empty,   silent  rooms. 
The    chimney    swallow    whirs. 'and    through    the 

slats, 
Oi  broken  walls  creep  in  the  starving  rats. 


THE  MIRACLE  OF  NIGHT 

By  Laura  A.  Davies. 
(Nursery,    Texas) 

One  lingering  ray  of  pink  in  the  west 

Fades  out  of  sight, 
One  twinkling  star  in  a  dome  of  blue 

Calls    forth   the   night ; 
The  twittering  doves  send  from  the  eaves 

Their  good   night  call ; 
The  jonquils  sway  in  the  drowsy  breeze 

And  night  clews  fall; 
The  insects  drone  a  sleepy  song 

In  the  leafy  trees;' 
The  grasses   whisper  among  themselves 

Of  rest  and  ease ; 
The  brook  in  the  vale  sings  soft  and  low 

A  lullaby  j 
While  Baby's  eyelids  droop  and  close 

With   a   fluttering  sigh; 
The  soothing  cadence  of  the  hour 

Has  cast  its  spell  ; 
The  healing  miracle  of  night 

Brings  peace-— All's  well ! 


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344  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

IN  MEMORY 

By  Jay   Fitzgerald. 
(Center    Valley,    New    Mexico) 

J  Le  took  the  sunshine  with  him  when  he  went 

Beyond  the   far.   far  Western  hills. 

All  the  brave,  bright  hues  of  morning 

Flashed  across  his   fair   horizon.     Then 

Fell  the  dark 

E'er  yet  his  noon  liacl  shone, 

Leaving  but  the  sunset  flush  of  glory 

And  this  moon. 

This  little  crescent  moon 

( )f  memory. 

The   pathway   bloomed    with   flowers   as   he   passed. 

Sweet  flowers  of  spring-;  the  violet  and  the  primrose. 

Then  soft  the  asters  nodded  to  the  brook 

And  goldenrod   ran  o'er  hill  and  dale; 

But  his  bright  June  roses  blighted 

E'er  the  bloom, 

Leaving   but    the    thorns   of    withered    hope 

And   this   dower. 

This  only  crimson  flower. 

Of  love  and  memory. 


DAWN 

By  Frances  Avery  Banner. 
(Salem,   Massachusetts) 

1   cannot  tell   whether  the   sunrise  hue 

Spread  gold  or,  copper  on   the  cloudy   sheep. 
Huddled  in  morning  .-.paces  through  the  blue,— 

Pale  blue,  night-spent   with   guarding  mortal   sleep. 
J   cannot   think   how   morning  gathered  up 

Colors  so  infinite,  how  she  ga^e  birth 
To   saffron    tints,   not   known   to  buttercup. 

Or  gleaming  star,  or  precious  ore  of  earth. 
I   do  not  know  why  God  should   send  a  bird 

Sweeping  beneath  the  moon  with  silver  wings, 
Or  why  the  lapping  of  the  sea  was  heard. 

Speaking  the  marvel  of  diviner  tilings. 
The  way  of  dawn  1  need  not  comprehend. 
For  I  have  shared  the  wonder  with  a   friend. 


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POEMS  FROM   37  STATICS  345 

YOUR  VOICE 

By  .Uniabcl  Morris  Buchanan. 
(Marion,    Virginia) 

Before  you  came,  my  spirit  was  striving  vainly. 

As  a  caged  bird,  breaking-  its  wings  on   its  prison  bars; 

Now,  in  sudden  joyous  release,  upsoaring. 

Only  your  voice  shall  call  me  home   from  the  stars! 


MOON-MELODY 

By  Grace  Clementine  Howes. 
(Boise,  Idaho) 

My  windows  are  wide  open  to  the  night 
That   overflows   with   moonlight. 

It  is  so  still 

Just  a  mere  breath  touching  the  hushed  trees. 

The   earth   lies   like   a   mage's   glamorous   garden 

As   if    in   some   strange,    deep   enchantment. 

The  trees  have  hung  a  curtain  of  leaves 

Before  the  sky, 

Woven  in  patterns  of  fern 

And  feathery  plume. 

Thru  them   the  moon  spills  down 

Her  silent,  mystic  rain  of  gold  : 

Every  leaf  and  twig  drips  warm,  pale  gold, 

Over  the  window  ledge  streams  fluid  gold, 

A  pool  of  gold  lies  on  my  floor, 

Gold   splash.es  wash  across  my  bed, 

Until  I  am  drenched  in  beauty. 

Magic  leaf  traceries  play  over  me. 

Deepening  beyond  the  rifted  lace  of  the  leaves. 

The  moonlight   spreads  and  rises  like  a  tide, 

A  radiant  inundation  of  still  music. 

I  am  lifted  as  &n  waves  of  gold  that  move 

Soundlessly,  as  on  a  sea  at  its  flood. 

And  borne  out  upon  a  shorelessness  of  peace, 

Haunted  by  melody  down  the  still  ways  of  dream 

That  lulls  me  to  hushed  silence 

And  oblivion. 

I   sleep. 


346        '  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

A  SOUTHERN  RIVER  SONG 

By  Ahneda   Wight   Driscoll. 

■  (Manatee.    Florida) 

Dear  Manatee,  so  beautiful,  so  bright! 

Beneath  the  twinkling-  starlight's  lender  glow 
Thy  silvery-tinted  waters  gently  flow; 

And  murmur  softly  to  the  silent  night. 
From  thy  mysterious  depths,  as  poised  for  flight, 

A  finny  vagrant  deftly  springs,  to  go 
With  sudden  echoed  splash  far.  far  below, 

Till  in  thy  shining  waters  lost  to  sight. 
Dear  Manatee,  this  peaceful  scene,  may  lie 

A  prelude  calm,  ere  morning  dawns,  perchance 
Thy  mighty  wrath  may  rise,  as  thou  doth  see 

The  Northern  Storm-King  hurl  his  cruel  lance 
And  set  the  legions  of  Destruction   free; 

While  in  weird,  fiendish  glee  thv  billows  dance. 


CAPITULATION 

By  Cora  S.  Day. 
(Berlin,   New   Jersey) 

I  strayed  me  from  the  high  road,  the  long  road,  the  rough 
road, 
The  road  that  runs  so  dusty  and  sun-baked  to  the  town. 
I  hid  me  in  the  wildwood  deep,  where  care  and  sorrow  lie 
asleep. 
"Love   cannot   find   me   here."    1    said,   and   gaily   sat   me 
down. 

So  crowded   was  the  high   road,   the  long   road,   the   rough 
road, 
The  road  that  runs  so  sternly  forever  to  the  town. 
That  Love,  a- fainting,  turned  away,  before  the  mid-heat  of 
the  day. 
And  stole  into  my  wildwood  cool,  with  sob  and  moan  and 
frown. 

What  could    1    do?     I    soothed   him,   and   kissed    him.    and 
told  him : 
"We  two  will  dwell   forever   far   from  the  cruel  town. 
You  found  me  when  1  hid   from  you.— I'll   follow  at  a  bid. 
from  you, 
Yes— even  to  the   stern   high   road,   so   long,  and   rough, 
and  brown." 


POFMS  FROM  37  STATES  347 

INDECISION 

By  Lillian  Hall  Crowley. 

(Des   Moines,   Iowa) 
The  little,  white,   fleecy  clouds  on  high, 
Go  sailing  away  across  the  sky, 
With  never  a  rudder  to  steer  them  by, 
.Still   they  go  sailing  on! 

When  I   start  oil  on  life's  unknown  sea, 
I   wonder   if   it   would   better  be. 
To  steer  with  the  wheel  or  go  it  free, 
A-sailing.  sailing  on  ! 


TWILIGHT  IN  BABYLON 

By  Marie  Loscaho. 

(New   York    N.   Y.) 
High  o'er  the  streets  of  gaining. 
Sweet  mists  of  cleansing  fling, 
Above    the    city's    sadness. 
The   birds  of   Heaven   wing. 

Fast  to  the  peering  steeples, 
The  day's  pale  fingers  cling, 
A-peal  mid  din  of  Broadway, 
The  bells  of   Heaven    ring. 

Harlot  and  saint  and  sinner, 

A  golden,  loot  they  bring, 

And  yet  through  strife  of  sinning. 

High  hopes  of  Heaven  sing. 

HEARTACHES 

By   Caroline  Fisher. 
(New  Haven,  Connecticut) 
Oh  listen   to  the  roaring  billows  roll! 
I   hear  them  coming — surging  up   the  beach. 
The  sea  is  sobbing  out  her  tired  soul 
And  moaning  all  her  sorrows  into  each. 

Oh !    Would  that  I  could  ease  my  burdens  so ! 

My  heart  is  broken,  but  I  cannot  weep. 

I  long  to  end  my  weary  life  and  go 

To  rest,  at  last,  and  sleep — and  sleep — and  sleep. 

Oh  !    Listen  to  the  roaring  billows  roll ! 
I   hear  them  coming — foaming  on  the  sand. 
The  sea  is  sobbing  out  my  tired  sold ! 
Great  God  above !     You   understand. 


us 


THE  GRAX!  L'E  MONTHLY 

HOME 

By  IF.  B.  France. 

(Seattle,    Washington) 

\Vheq  night  has  drawn  the  curtain  on  the  drama  of  the 

And  thoughts  may  wander  where  they  will  in  fancy's  holds 
awa\\  '  ' 

I  span  the  years  and  once  again  I  live,  with  heart  aglow, 
J  he  gleamy,  dreamy  story  of  the  land  of  Long  Ago 

Skies  that  are  round  and  wide. 

Fringed  with  the  distant  trees; 

Attic   and   countryside 

Brimming   with   memories; 

Fields  where  the  daisies  came. 

Paths  that   1  loved  to  roam. 

Trees  where  1  carved  mv  name,— 

Home! 

The  wealth  of  men  and  nations,  nor  their  silver  nor  their 
goh  I, 

Could  buy  the  joy  of  living  that  my  childhood  used  to  hold' 
Nor  ever  pnncely  palace  with  its  glint  of  gilded  dome  ' 
Could  measure  half  the  treasure  of  my  olden,  golden  home. 

Fnends   that    1    used   to  know. 

Orchard    and    honey    bee, 

Jimmy  and  Uncle  Joe, 

Cherry  and  chestnut  tree ; 

Warmth  of  the  camping  'fire. 

Meadow  and   fallow  loam. 

Gold  of  the  heart's  dssire, 

Home ! 

Though  fickle   fortune   frown  or  smile,   though  life  be  sad 
or  gay. 

Through  years  may  speed  and  lead  mv  steps  to  distant 

scenes  away ; 
Still  lives  theiatent  longing  for  the  Land  of  Long  Ago 
And  still  my  heart  will  hunger  for  the  home  I  used  to  know 
Home  of  the  Long-  Ago, 
Life  that  was   full  and    free. 
Scenes  that   1   used   to  know, 
Hallowed  in  reverie; 
Bright   is  your   memory, 
Shining  amid  the  gloam, 
Bringing  you  near  to  me, — 
Home ! 

Oh!  Home  of  happy  childhood,  where  the  streams  of  good- 
ness start. 
Where  the  .sun  is  ever  shining  in  the  heavens  of  the  heart  ■ 


POEMS  FROM  37  STATES  349 

Though  days  he  filled  with  striving,  though  I  reach  or  fail 

my  goal, 
May  your  living,  loving  presence  ever  linger  in  my  soul! 
i  I nme  of   my  dawning  day, 
Friends  that  were  real  "and  true. 
How  mn\    I  hope  to  pay 
Half   that    1    owe  to  you) 
Deep  in  my  memorv, 
Far  though   I  chance  to  roam, 
Still  shall  you  beckon  me 
Home ! 


PHASES 

By  Bruce  Can  Sterrctt. 

(Pelican,   Loui-iaaa) 

(Superstition) 
All   learned  by   rote   from   what   the   councils   deemed 
hong  years  ago  as  safe,  selected  truth, 
Infusing  with  the  doctrine  of  love, 
Enough  of  fear,  that  just  percent  of  awe 
That    frightens   into  goodness.     Still   there's  joy 
To  say  again  the  words  so  often  said 
Their    meaning's    nearly    gone,    out- faded,    too, 
By  centuries  in  which  a  mental  flame 
Flares   brighter.     Yet   I    love,    where   the   soft   red 
And  purple  lights  stream  in  beneath  an  arch, 
Gothic  and  dusky,  and  beside  some  soul 
Who  never  thought  of  doubt,  to  hear  my  voice 
Repeating  words  I've  always  uttered  there 
In  the  old  church.     Oh,  I  do  still  helieve 
The  hopeless,  vague,   soul-warping,  thousand   things 
The  goodly  ancient  creeds  presenhe   for  me! 

(Transition) 

1  he  way  is  mysterious. — 
And  my  soul  cries  out, 
And  not  the  le.->s  cries  out  that  the  old, 
Surrounding  and  sufficient  belief  has  vanished! 
I  totter,— even  though  I  sometimes  feel  a  surer  tread 
Because   of    the   disappearance    of    the     intermediary:     the 
middle-man,  Orthodoxy. 

(Gloria) 
The  earth;  the  sea;  the  far-up  blue  of  the  skv ; 
The  patient,  suffering,  soft  look  in  the  eves  of  cattle  ; 
The  Mower  that  a  child's  hand  pulls,  or  leaves  unpulled;' 
The  child,  himself,  are  of  a  mighty  plan 
I  can  not  know ;  I  do  not  even  guess  ! 


350  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

IMPRISONED  EARTH 

By  Donna  /:.  Oollister. 

(Pasadena,  California) 

The  \r,ck  throws  up  the  long  imprisoned  earth; 
The  cool  air  bathes  its  sterile  clods. 
Ten  thousand  years  ago  it  may  have  given  birth 
To  pines  that  sheltered  goddesses  and  gods. 

A    child    runs    singing   down    the    smoke   grimed 

street 
And  flings  aside  a  crimson  rose; 
The  mother  earth  yearns  to  repeat 
The   flower   before   again   the   pavement   close. 


SURRENDER 

By  Hess  Xon  is. 
(Guthrie,    Oklahoma) 

Last  night  I  saw  the  stars  of  gold 

In  a  field  of  velvet  blue: 
Each   sparkling   star   was   a   precious   thought. 

That  recalled  my  hours  with  you. 

Last  night   I   heard  the  evening   wind 

Whisper  gently  to  the  trees: 
Each  whisper  was  a  message  sweet, 

You  wafted  on  the  breeze. 

Last  night  I  saw  the  fragrant  rose 

Jts  petals  gleanud  with  Heav'n-sown  dew: 

Each  petal  was  a  soft  caress, 
I   fain  would  give  to  you. 

Last  night  I   saw  the  sparkling  stars 

In  a  field  of  velvet  blue: 
Each  sparking   star  was  a  tender  call 

O  lave,  I  fly  to  you! 


THE  BLIND 

By  Edwin  Carlilc  Litsey. 

(Lebanon,  Kentucky) 

Oh,  how   I   pity  the  blind  of   earth! 

Not  those  of  the  sealed  eyes; 
Eor  theirs  is  a  kingdom   we  cannot  sense, 

With  its  leaden,  rayless  skies. 

But  the  blind  of  heart,  and  the  blind  of  brain. 

And  the  blind  of  soul,  alas! 
Who  travel  with   wide  eyes,  and  yet 

See  nothing  as  they  pass. 


POKMS  FROM  37  STATES 


I   pity  the   Mind   who  cannot    feel 

The  ache  in  a  crooked  spine ; 
Or  the  hurting  heart  of  the  underpaid, 

By   suffering  made  divine. 
Who  cannot  vision  the  basic  tact. 

Xo  one  should  bless  or  blame; 
For  a  bail   divides  a  wife's  high  place 

From   her   sister's   couch  of   shame. 

I  pity  the  blind  who  can  look  at  stars 

And  only  see  their  shine; 
"Who  can  stand  by  the  ocean's  mystic  marge 

And   only   know   its   brine. 
Who  can  walk  through  a   forest's  holy  heart 

And  think  it  lonely  there ; 
Who  can  lift  a  lily's  flawless  cup, 

And  cannot  feel  a  praver. 

Oh,  how  J  pity  the  blind  of  earth  ! 

And   Legion   is  their  name  ; 
Who   stumble,   grasping,   groping,    mad. 

In  the  whirl  of  the  money  game. 
Wide-eyed  they  fight   for  a  gilded  goal. 

Wide-eyed  they   fall  and  die ; 
While  the  dogwood  blooms  and  the  brook  sings 
on 

For  folk  like  vou  and  I. 


HOURS 

By  Hazel   Hall. 
(Portland,  Oregon) 

I  have  known  hours  built  like  cities. 
House  on  gray  house,  with  streets  between 
That  lead  to  straggling   roads  and  trail  off- 
Forgotten  in  a  field  of  green; 

Hours  made  like  mountains  lifting 
White  crests  out  of  the  fog  and  rain, 
And   woven  of    forbidden   music 
Hours  eternal  in  their  pain. 

Life  is  a  tapestry  of  hours 

Forever  mellowing  in  tone. 

Where  all  things  blend,  even  the  longing 

For   hours   I   have   never  known. 


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352  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

THE  STORM 

By  Freda   Krilum. 

(Syracuse,   Kansas) 

I  lark    to    the   beating    rain  ! 

Hark  to  the  rain  on  the  window  pane! 
i  [ark  10  the  hail  on  the  roof ! 

Beating"  like  horses  hoots. 
The  wind  is  blowing  rain  anil  hail 

O'er  every  hill  and  vale. 

Hark  to  the  thunder  as  it   clashes! 

Watch  the  lightning  as  it  flashes 
Through  the  dark  and  clouded  sky. 

Sometimes    low;   sometimes   high. 
In  tiie  morning,  when  the  storm  is  past, 

Idie  sun's  bright   rays  o'er  the  earth  are  cast. 


FORBIDDEN  THINGS 

(St.    Catherine's,    Ontario) 
By  Gertrude  Jcnckcs. 

Tell  me,  O  Wise  Man. 

How  does  one  remember. 

To    forget forbidden    things? 

How  learn   to  chase  away 
The   purple-tinted    thoughts 
That  come  dancing  thru  the  brain 
When  quietness  enfolds  the  night 
And  dark  creeps  up  the  hill 
and    you    remember. 

Time   does   not   bring   relief. 
You  all  lie,  who  told  me  so. 
The  weary  months  creep  slowly  by 
And  wrap  me  in  their  grevness 

Until  I  cry 

"Dear  God 

Let  me   forget."- 

In  every  pla.ee.  in  every  street 
I  seem  to  feel  you  there. 
To  hear  your  buoyant  steps  again 
And  see  your  sudden  smile. 

Tel!  me.  0  Wise  Man. 

How  does  one   remember 

To  forget forbidden  things? 


POLMS  FROM  37  STATES 

HEART  OF  MINE 

By  Kathleen  Nutter, 

(Delta,    Colorado) 
'Gainst  velvet  sky  the  moon  hung  low 
Breezes  wandered  to  and   fro 
Bearing  breath  of  mignonette — 

Heart   of  mine,  can  you   forgot? 

Youth  and   Spring  and   comrad   Love 
Danced  with  us,  and  stars  above 
Seemed  to  sing  when  onr  lips  met — 
Heart  of  mine,  can  you   forget? 

Silent  stars  are  dimmed  with  tears 
And   oh   the   dark   and   dreary  years 
That  he  beyond!     Ah  even  yet 
Heart  of  mine,  von  do  forget! 


ANDANTE,  SYMPHONY 
PATHETIQUE,   TSHAIKOWSKI 


353 


By  Waiter  B.  Wolfe. 
(St.    Louis,    Missouri) 

Strong   grey    pinions 
Beat  ceaselessly 
Thru  the  twilight: 
The  grey  brant  wings 
Past  the  wide  purple  ridges 
To  the  southland 

O  the  longing. 

The  wide  vast  loneliness 

Of  autumn   north   woods! 

Mournfully  the  brown  dry  leaves 

Are    falling,    whispering 

Threnodies   for  earth, 

Earth    that    grows    cold 

And  lonely 

Strong  grey  pinions 

Beat  ceaselessly 

In  dark  wedges 

The  grey-flecked   brant 

Wings  to  the  south 

My  heart  lias    followed 

The   grey    flying   arrows 

My  heart  is  torn 

With  his  wild  cry 

And   only  anguish 
Anguish  and   loneliness 
Are  left  to  me 


354  TITF.  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

WHITE  MOUNTAINS—SPRING 

By  Robot  E.  Barclay 
(Grand   Rapids,   Michigan) 

White  washed  orchards 

So  neat 

Cherry   Blossoms 

So  sweet. 

White   houses 

On    stone-walled   hills; 
Bubbling   springs, 

And  seeping  rills: 

Violets  blue 

On  mountain  side 
Under  the  leaves 

Try  to  hide: 

Pasture   lands. 

Winding    roads, 
Fresh" plowed  fields 

Newly  sowed. 


"JOYS  OF  A  TIE-MAKER" 

By  Mrs.  Cecil  Ritchey. 
(Center    Point,    Arkansas) 
Tie-hack,  slap-jack, 
Be  glad  when  we  put  the  last  tie 

On  the  track. 
Mother  stays  home  with  the  little  ones 

Three, 
While   father  splits  up  the  tough,  splintery  tree. 

Tie-hack,    slap-jack, 
Either  kills  the  man.  or  breaks  his  back. 
It's  rough  on  the  man  and  tough  on  his  team 
And  not  as   much  in  it  as  it  might  seem. 

Slap-jacks,  .slap-jacks, 
This  is  the  food   for  all  tie-hacks, 
If  slap-jacks  won't  kill,  then  nothing  else  can. 
But  a  mess  of  tough  slap-jacks  is   tough  on  a  man. 

Tie-hack,   tie-hack, 

How  I  wish  we  could  travel  the  old  home  track 

With  our  tools  on  our  shoulders,  and  slap-jacks 

in  our  pails, 
Let's   strike   through   the   woods, 
Down  the  old  home  trails. 


POEMS  FROM  3?  STATES  355 


HELGAR  TORTENSON 

By  Ralph  T.  Nordhmd. 

(Wagner.    South    Dakota) 

I. 

Oh.  it  was  I  i  cljjrir  Tortenson, 

An  aged   man,  and  gray; 
With  faltering  step  beside  the  sea 

He  wandered   day  by  day. 

True  son  of  Harold's  Viking  race. 

No  land-born  joys  loved  he, 
But  seaward  turned  and   fondly  yearned 

For  life  again  at  sea. 

His  childhood  days,  and  manhood  ways, 

His  Viking  fathers  boar. 
A  thousand  voices  called  to  him 

And  lured  him    from  the  shore. 

A   boat  of  two-and-twenty   feet 

Was  anchored  in  a  cave  ; 
Pacific  winds,  enticing,  cried  : 

"Come  take,  and  with  us  rove." 

With  water,   fresh,  and  victual  stored, 
He   spread   the   snowy   sail  ; 

"Oh.  sail  not  so,"  his  good  wife  cried, — •- 
He  tacked  to  catch  the  gale. 

"Oh  father,  hear,"  his  children  pled, 

"The  seas  are  rough  to-day ; 
Your  arms  are   weak,  your  back   is  bent' 

He  quietly  sailed  away. 

The  winds  in  allegretto  played 

Glad  music  in  tbe  sails 
And  swiftly  bore  him  from  the  shore, 

Away   from   woeful   wails. 

He  gaily  flew  o'er  waters  blue 

Past  inlet,  cove,  and  bay; 
And  Puget  Sound,  in  sunset  crowned, 

He  left  at  close  of   day. 

In  every  crested  wave,  that  came 

From  open  sea  to  cast 
A   salty  spray  around   bis  bark, 

Spake  Vikings  of  the  past. 


356  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

Into  the  shades  of  moonless  night 

The   luring  billows  call 
He  followed  like  an  eager  child. 

Nor  thought  what  might  befall. 

In  mid-night  gloom  a  pilot  cried: 

'■Ahoy  !     A  boat  adrift !" 
Ten  sailors  hurried  to  the  scene 

And    Helgar   up   did   lift. 

They  took   him   hack   to   Aberdeen; 

The  storni-winds  raged  and  Howled; 
And    Helgar    Tortensoa.   the   while, 

Sat  silent  by  and  scowled. 

II. 

A  week  dragged  out  its  weary  length  ; 

The   Viking   sat   and    fumed ; 
Till  wearied  thus  to  sit  and  mourn 

His  walking  he  resinned. 

He  strolled  again  beside  the  sea. 
And  tempting  waves  enthralled ; 

The  breezes  gently  .whispered,  "Come ;" 
His  Viking  fathers  called. 

He  raised  the  anchor,  spread  the  sail. 

And  rode  again  to  sea; 
The  evening  breezes  bore  him  on. 

The  wavelets  danced    in   glee. 

A  darkling,  placid  sea  above 
With  beacon  lights  aglare ; 

A  mid-night  calm,  he  looked  below 

The  stars  were  shining  there. 

A  morning  wind  awoke  at  last 
And  swept  the  boat  along ; 

The  dawn  Hushed  red.  the  bright  stars  fled, 
And  Helgar  sang  a  song: 

"O  billows   roll,   and   storm-winds  blow, 
My  fathers  love  your  anger; 

On  fierce  Atlantic,  to  and    fro. 
They  sped  in  quest  of  danger. 

"Lift  high,  lift  high  my  fragile  bark; 

Lief    Eric,    Viking   hoary, 
In  harder  seas,  unknown  and  dark. 

Sailed  on  to  fame  and  glory." 


POEMS  FROM  37  STATES  357 

The  north  wind  blew,  and  on  lie  flew. 

The  sun  rose  on  high  ; 
And   still   he  sang,   his   wild   voice   rang 
Re-echoed   in   the   sky. 

The  sun   in   measured   trend   went  down; 

l*p   rose  a  ghastly   cloud; 
The  storm-winds   blew,  and  darkness  grew 

And  settled  like  a  shroud. 

A  louder  song  the  whole  night  long 

Resounded   o'er  the   deep; 
The  storm-wind's  mournful  dirge  it  was, 

A    funeral   to   keep. 

Oh,   t'was   for   llelgar   Tortenson 

The  weeping  wind  did.   roar; 
In  peace  he  sleeps   in   silent  deeps 

With  sailor  men  of   vore. 


HONORED  BY  SERVICE 

By  Marion  Saflcy. 
(Gothenburg,   Nebraska) 

If  at  times  I  do  feel  lonely 
And  my  steps  would  homeward  fly. 
To  be  kind,  and  good,  and  gentle, 
'Tis  for  this  I  always  try. 

Then  the  sadness  seems  to  leave  me. 
In  a  brighter,  better  mood. 
Then   is  silence  not   so  dreadful; 
Then   the   hardness   not   so   rude. 

Do  we  always  find   it  pleasant, 
When   our   hearts  are  sad   and   sore, 
To  be  kind,  and  good,  and  gentle. 
Tell  me.  dear  one,  tell  once  more? 

We  should  always  find  it  pleasant, 
To  do  what  we  know  is  right ; 
And   with   all   our    fervent   spirit. 
Think  and  do  with  all  our  might. 

Is  there  use  to  be  of  service, 
In  this  world  of  saddest  .strife? 
Yes  there  is  a  use  in  striving. 
To  be  honored  in  this  life. 

We  should  strive  to  make  life's  moments, 
All  that  we  would  have  life  be; 
Let  us  strive  then  to  be  kinder; 
Joy  comes  then  to  you  and  me. 


358  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

But  if  in  this  life  we've  striven, 
To  do  what  we  know  is  right, 
VV-e  shall  find  it  very  easy, 
To   reach    heaven's   holy   light. 

In  that  place  of  endless  sunshine, 
Where  there  is  no  earth  decay; 
We  will  rest   from  honored  labors, 

In  that  new  eternal  daw 


SMILES 

By  Kathleen  Heath  Graves 
(Granite    City,    Illinois) 

In  my  heart 

There's  a  hook  of  smiles 

You've  given  me ; 

Alone,   in  the  velvet   darkness 

Of  the  summer  night 

I   turn  each  page. 

Made   luminous   by   the   light 

Of  stars  —  and  love. 

Page   one 

The  smile  that  made  me  yours; 
Its  light  dimmed 
By  other  smiles, 
That  kept  me  yours. 

One   smile 

1  see  more  oft  than  others; 

'Tis  just  a  little  half   smile, 

Through   a   window. 

Surprised,  glad, 

With  a  gleam  of  mischief 

In  your  eyes; 

1  love  that  smile. 

And  then  there  are 

A  score  of  pages. 

Each   rife   with  memories. 

The  last  page 

I  cherish  more  than  all ; 

For  on  it  is  the  smile 

That  told  me  1  was  deai   to  you ; 

And  on  that  page 

Is  our  "Good-bye," 

Made  luminous  by  the  light 

Of  stars and  love. 


POOrS  FROM  37  STATES 

MY  DEN-FIRE 

By  Clifford  Rose. 
(New   Glnscow,    Nova    Scotia) 

The  summer's  sun  melts  down  the  bars  of  Winter 

1  he  biting  eastern  wind  lias  ceased  to  blow 

J  he  homely   hardwood-pile   has   downward   dwindled 

And  so  den-fire  you  too  shall  have  to  go. 

And  with  your  going,  downward  comes  the  curtain 

As  fate  writes  "Finis"  to  another  scene 

Of   imagination's   whirling  riot   of    fancy, 

Of  rambles  to  the  land  of  might-have-been. 

Outside  the  winter's  wind  has  roared  and   rustled 
As  o'er  the  ice  soughed  sheets  of  blinding  snow 
Perchance  a  glancing  moonbeam  through  our  window  Win- 
tered b 
Made  lifelike  by  your  wood-fire's  ruddy  glow. 
'Tis  then   we  dream  of   sparkling  dancing  waters. 
Lagoons  set  down  in  isles  of  gorgeous  green, 
Of  beechcombers,  pirates,  and  hula-hula  maidens 
All  smiling  from  their  land  of  Might-have-been.  ' 
Then  wafted  onward  by  your  capricious  magic. 
Your  flickering  firelight  swiftly  bears  us   far 
With  Arctic  Argonauts  in  their  primal  passions. 
Fighting  and  toiling  'neath  the  Northern  Star. 
As  floated  backward  o'er  the  span  of  time 
Like   Pisa's  tower  our  judgment  seems  to  lean. 
Gazing  at    fallen   kings   and   prelates     with      their      scarlet 

women, 
At   knights   and    witches   and    fiery    revolution's    guillotine. 

Thus,  Den-fire,  have  you  borne  us  graveward ; 

And  life's  pageant  is  taught  if  one"  but  learns, 

You've  driven  home  the  meteoric  sweep  of  Byron 

You've  made  us  love  the  manly  song  of  Burns' 

You've  pointed  us  toward  a  watch-tower, 

Instead  of  always  "mucking"  in  the  sod, 

You'v--  taught  that  man  has  got  a  road  to  glory. 

That  straightly  leads  us  to  the  Great  White  Throne  of  God. 


3i>o 


EDITORIAL 


By  a  joint  resolution  of  the  Legis- 
lature of  1921.  the  Governor  was 
"authorized  to  appoint,  with  the  ad- 
vice and  consent  of  the  council,  a 
board  of  three  members  who  shall 
serve  as  a  hoard  of  publicity.  Said 
board  shall  have  authority  to  confer 
with  the  officials  of  the  Boston  and 
Maine.  Maine  Central  and  Grand 
Trunk  railroads  and  other  persons  in- 
terested for  the  purpose  of  devising 
means  to  advertise  the  attractions 
and  resources  of  the  state,  in  co-oper- 
ation with  the  advertising  bureaus  of 
the  railroads  and  others.  Members 
of  the  board  shall  serve  without  pay."' 
For  this  board.  Governor  Brown 
and  his  council  have  marie  the  ex- 
cellent selections  of  Frank  Knox  of 
Manchester,  Wardon  Allan  Curtis  of 
Ashland  and  Karl  P.  Abbott  of 
Franconia. 

1 1  is  a  good  deal  less  than  half  a 
century  since  advertising  was  recog- 
nized as  an  art.  a  science  and  a  pro- 
fession ;  but  during  that  time  not  a 
few  more  or  less  ambitious  schemes 
for  attracting  public  attention  to  the 
"attractions  and  resources"  of  New 
Hampshire  have  budded,  bloomed 
and  quickly  faded. 

Publicity  worth  having  is  not  the 
kind  it  is  easiest  to  get. 

And  yet  there  have  been  successful 
official  attempts  to  advertise  New 
Hampshire  and  there  is  no  insuper- 
able obstacle  in  the  way  of  adding 
others  to  the   short  list. 

The  two  accomplishments  on  this 
line  which  stand  out  above  all  others 
are  the  institution  of  Old  Home 
Week  by  Governor  Frank  W.  Rollins 
and  the  summer  homes  campaign  of 
Governor  Xahnm  J.  Bachelder.  The 
latter  added  millions  of  dollars  to  the 
taxable  valuation  of  the  state  and 
caused  the  annual  expenditure  of 
other  millions  within  New  Hamp- 
shire by  visitors  from  beyond  our 
limits.  We  have  not  made  the  most 
of    the   magnificent      marketing      and 


trade  possibilities  thus  created,  but 
they  are  with  us  still  and  in  increas- 
ing measure.  The  prosperity  and 
progress  of  New  Hampshire  a<  ;>. 
manufacturing  state  and  as  an  agri- 
cultural state  are  vital  to  her  exist- 
ence and  must  always  be  our  main 
endeavors.  But  as  a  side-line,  in 
which  Nature  becomes  our  partner 
and  for  once  favors,  rather  than 
handicaps  us.  New  Hampshire  as  a 
vacation  state  should  be  a  wonderful 
winner. 

"New  Hampshire  is  called  the 
Granite  State"  say  all  the  books  of 
reference,  and  the  Congressional 
Library  at  Washington  and  other 
buildings  and  monuments  the  coun- 
try over,  bear  testimony  to  the  value 
of  this  advertising.  But  "New 
Hampshire,  the  Old  Home  State,"  is 
a  better  known  slogan  to-day ;  one 
that  catches  the  eye.  quickens  the 
brain,  inspires  the  imagination.  We 
have  in  it  an  asset  upon  which  we 
scarcely  have  begun  to  realize  and 
which  in  the  hands  of  a  really  skill- 
ful publicity  board  would  immediate- 
ly show  its  value  and  indicate  its 
possibilities. 

A  well-stocked  store  is  one  half  of 
the  combination  which  spells  mer- 
cantile success.  Idie  other  half  is 
getting  people  into  the  store  to  look 
at  the  stock.  New  Hampshire  has 
.some  fertile  acres,  some  good  water 
power,  some  unsurpassed  scenerv, 
some  splendid  traditions  of  heroic 
history  and  happy  homes.  They  all 
can  be  sold  to  the  kind  of  people 
with  whom  we  wish  to  do  business 
and  the  right  sort  of  publicity  will 
help  along  the   trade. 

If  the  new  commissioners  can 
carry  out  the  resolution  of  the 
legislature  of  1921  in  such  a  way  as  to 
assure  the  state's  getting  that  kind 
of  publicity  they  will  deserve  and 
receive  the  appreciative  thanks  of 
all    the  people. 


i  nn or iai.  361 

Through     her     distinguished     son.  too  good    to  damn    them;    the    LTni- 

Secretary   of   War.   John   \V.    Weeks,  tar  kins    believe    that     they     arc   too 

New  Hampshire    has.  had    the    honor  good  to  he  damned.'     But  arc  their 

and  the  pleasure  of  entertaining,  this  creeds    widely    different?" 

month,  the   President    of    the  United  

States.  His  few  days  upon  the  sum-  Accompanying  checks  for  subscrip- 
mit  of  an  outpost  mountain  of  the  tions  are  these  heartening  little  notes ': 
Presidential  Range  were  for  him  a  time  «with  iivclv  appreciati6n  of  the  in- 
oi  peace  and  rest  and  quiet;  during  terest  and  excellence  of  the  Monthly, 
which  the  lulls  gave  to  him  ot  their  May  k  prosper  mUch!  C.  A.  Brack- 
strength  and  Nature  ot  her  benison.  ctt  '  Xewport,  R.  I."  "I  not  only 
In  the  hearts  01  all  the  people  was  a  enjov  the  Granite  Monthly,  hut  as  a 
sincere  welcome  which  must  have  ein-7Cn  of  Xew  Hampshire  feel  it 
conveyed  itself  to  the  President's  per-  should  be  supported.  John  McCril- 
ceptions.  Us,    Newport,   N.   H."     Now,   we  are 

waiting    for    some   one      in    Newport, 

A  curious  error  in  the  July  Gran-  Vermont,    to   make   it    unanimous. 

ite  Monthly  brings  us  tin's  letter  from 

a  long-time  valued  reader  and   friend: 

"In   your   editorial    on    Mr.      Seward  Erratum:   The   seventh   line  of   the 

and  'Mr.     McCollester      you     say:  poem.   "The   Angel      of   the     Hidden 

'Though  their  religious  beliefs  were  Face."  published   in  the  July  number 

widely  different,'  etc.     Is  this  state-  of   the   Granite   Monthly   should   read 

ment  correct?     No  doubt  you  have  as    follows: 

heard  the    facetious     remark.     'The  "To    the    far    kind.      Men   call    him 

Universalists    believe    that     God     is  the   .-ad- faced." 


?■&*? 


BOOKS  OF  NEW  HAMPSHIRE  INTEREST 


''I  begin  at  Nashur 


jeorge,  the  r.r 


ires  W.  L. 


irlisl 


essavist.  novelist 


and  critic,  in  his  book  about  Ameri- 
ca which  he  calls  the  "random  im- 
pressions of  a  conservative  English 
Radical"  and  which.  Harper  and 
Brothers  have  published  under  the 
title,  "Hail,  Columbia!*'  in  a  hand- 
some volume  with  attractive  illus- 
trations by  George  Wright.  The 
possible  pride  of  Nashuans  at  having 
the  Gate  City  of  New  Hampshire 
chosen  as  the  starting  point  for  a 
study  of  the  nation  is  dashed  almost 
immediately,  however  when  the  writer 
refers  to  the  "painted  wooden  cot- 
tages of  the  little  New  Hampshire 
town."  And  what  rather  rubs  it  in 
is  the  further  fact  that  the  only  other 
allusion  to  the  Granite  State  des- 
cribes "the  more  massive  houses 
(such  as  those  of  Newport,  New 
Hampshire)  comfortable,  boxlike 
edifices  of  brick,  with  a  palladian 
magnificence  of  column  and  a  cool 
purity  of  colonial  style."  The  "re- 
mote village"  where  Mr.  George  at- 
tended an  auction,  saw  Uncle  Sam  in 
the  flesh  and  got  acquainted  with 
Hiram  Jebbison  may  well  have  been 
in  New  Hampshire,  but  the  author 
does  not  say  that   it  was. 

Some  of  Mr.  Wright's  best  pic- 
tures illustrate  this  first  chapter  on 
Boston  and  New  England,  of  which 
the  heading  is  "In  Old  America." 
Thence  the  author  goes  through  the 
Middle  West  to  see  "America  in  the 
Making;"  describes  New  York  un- 
der the  title,  " Megapolis ;"  devotes 
much  space  and  thought  to  "The 
American  Woman ;"  paints  "The 
American  Scene,"  as  he  sees  it;  and 
fires  some  parting  "Parthian  Shots" 
at  "the  struggling  ferocity,  the  haste, 
the  careless  collection  of  wealth 
which  make  up  American  life." 

Mr.  George  always  is  readable. 
He  evidently  desires  to  be  friendly 
and  fair.  And  if  we  are  not  entire- 
ly satisfied  with  our  reflection  in  his 


mirror  we  still  cannot  deny  the  pos 
sibilities    for    improvement    suggested 

bv   seeing  ourselves   as  he   sees  us. 


Whatever  criticisms  one  may  make 
of  the  stories  written  by  our  summer 
resident  of  old  New  Hampshire  an- 
cestry, Eleanor  Hallowed  Abbott, 
lack  of  interest  and  novelty  is  not  one 
of  them.  Her  latest  hook,  "Rainv 
Week,"  published  by  E.  P.  Dutton  & 
Company,  New  York,  brings  within 
its  covers  for  seven  days  and  six 
chapters,  A  Bride  and  Groom,  One 
Very  Celibate  Person,  Someone 
with  a  Past,  Someone  with  a  Future. 
A  Singing  Voice,  A  May  Girl  and  a 
Bore.  Such  a  combination  of  "ro- 
mantic passion,  psychic  austerity, 
tragedy,  ambition,  poignancy,  inno- 
cence and  irritation"  is  sure,  as  the 
author  says,  to  produce  drama  of 
some  kind.  '  In  this  particular  in- 
stance it  produced  an  up-to-date  mys- 
tery play,  sufficiently  hard  to  soke 
and  with  the  required  happy  ending. 
The  story  is  told  in  Mrs.  Coburn's 
characteristic,  sprightly  style  and  the 
events  of  its  "Rainy  Week"  furnish 
good  entertainment  for  a  reader's 
rainy  day  or  night. 


Mr.  Brewer  Corcoran  is  one  of 
the  considerable  number  of  gradu- 
ates of  St.  Paul's  School,  Concord, 
who  have  distinguished  themselves  as 
writers.  His  first  success  was  with 
books  for  boys,  but  in  "The  Road  to 
Ea  Reve"  he  created  a  romance  of 
charm  which  he  has  provided  with 
a  worthy  successor  on  the  same  line, 
this  year,  in  "The  Princess  Naida." 
The  theme  of  a  young  American  hero 
winning  the  love  of  a  beautiful 
European  princess  is  not  absolutely 
new,  but  Mr.  Corcoran  has  dressed  it 
up  to  date  with  Bolshevism  and  other 
twentieth  century  frills.  His  char- 
acters are  lifelike,   the  action   sweeps 


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along  with  a  rush  and  the  element  of 
humor  is  not.  as  too  often  happens  in 
this  class  of  story,  conspicuous  by  its 
absence.  Readable  and  sincere,  clean 
and  diverting".  The  Page  Company, 
Boston,   are   the   publishers. 


From  the  same  publishing  house 
conies  another  romance  that  is  good 
summer  reading,  "A  Flower  of 
Monterey,"  by  Mrs.  Ivatherine  B. 
llamill,    with      illustrations      in    color 


from  paintings  by  Jessie  Gillespie 
and  Edmund  II.  Garrett.  The  scene 
sh.it ts  from  Mr.  Corcoran's  Switzer- 
land oi  the  present  to  the  California 
of  Spanish  mission  days  and  the 
colorful  atmosphere  of  that  time  and 
place  is  reproduced  with  fidelity  and 
charm.  The  author's  name  is  new  to 
us,  but  if  her  hook  is  a  first  one.  it 
is  worthy  of  mention  for  the  crafts- 
manship displayed  in  the  correct 
historical  setting  and  the  smooth  un- 
folding of  the  storv. 


A  PSALM  OF  THE  BIG  ROCK 

By  F.  R.  Rogers 


(Overlooking  the  Connecticut  val- 
ley in  the  village  of  Haverhill,  there 
rests  an  isolated  boulder  familiarly 
known  as  "The  Big  Rock.'  Here 
children  gather  to  play,  lads  and 
lassies  make  their  trysting  place, 
and  the  old  folks  wander  to  dream 
of  days  gone  by.  In  "A  Psalm  of 
the  Big  Rock"  I  have  endeavored  to 
embody  some  of  the  impressions  it 
has  made  upon  me.) 

O  Lord.  Cod,  Thou  art  of  old.  In 
the  great  dawn  of  all  the  ages,  Thou 
didst  gave  me  birth.  Thou  didst  form 
me  and  shape  me  by  Thy  mighty  plan, 
fiery  blast,  pressure  of  untold  masses 
through  eons  of  time,  the  grinding  of 
stupendous  avalanches  of  snow  and 
ice,  all  these  have  made  me,  and  all 
to  Thy  great  end. 


Centuries  have  come  and  gone, 
forests  have  covered  the  naked  hills. 
flowers  have  crimsoned  the  desolate 
valleys,  brooks  have  swollen  to 
mighty  rivers,  and  Thine  hand  wast 
there. 

Nations  have  risen  up  and  disap- 
peared. The  war  cry  and  song  of 
the  chase  are  silenced.  Men  have 
come,  and  loved,  and  gone,  and 
through   it  all Thee. 

And  so  through  ages  yet  unborn 
Thine  hand  shall  shape  the  passing 
to  Thy  glory,  giving  it  new  life,  new 
hope,  new  power  and  after  all  for- 
ever, and  ever,  and  ever,  throughout 
eternitv,  Thou  Shalt  Be. 


NEW  HAMPSHIRE  NECROLOGY 


HARRY  BROOKS  DAY. 
Harry  Brooks  Day  was  born  in  New- 
market, Sept.  5.  185S.  the  son  of  War- 
ren k.  and  Martha  (Brooks)  Dav,  and 
d" ■■!  at  his  summer  homi  in  Peter- 
borough, July  3.  Moving  to  Concord 
in  childhood,  lie  graduated  from  the 
high  school  there  in  1878  and  subse- 
quently  studied     music   in    this     country 


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The  Late  EL  B.  Day. 

England  and  Germany.  He  was  organist 
and  choirmaster.  in  succession,  at 
Lowell,  Mass.,  Newton,  Mass.,  Cam- 
bridge Mass.,  and,  since  1900,  at  Brook- 
lyn, N.  Y.,  for  the  last  12  years  organ- 
ist of  St.  Luke's  church.  He  was  a 
member  of  many  musical  organizations 
and  of  the  Episcopal  church.  He  was 
the  composer  of  much  church  and  other 
music.  He  married  Oct.  18,  19U0 
Roselk  M.  Barker,  !>y  whom  he  is  sur- 
vived, and  by  a  brother,  Arthur  K.  Day 
M.  1)..  of  Concord. 


SAM  I'LL    S.    WEBBER 

Samuel    Storrow    Webber    was    born    in 
Springfield,    Mass.,    March    31,    1854.    the 

son  of  Samuel  and  Ellen  (Oliver;  Web- 
ber, and  the  grandson  of  Dr.  Samuel 
Webber  of  Charlestown,  where  he  died 
April  27.  His  profession  was  that  of 
mechanical  engineer,  in  which  his  long- 
est connection  was  of  25  years  with  the 
Trenton,    N.    J.,     Iron    Works.     He    was 


well  known  as  an  inventor,  especially  in 
connection  with  the  Webber  Crip  used 
on  aerial  tramways  in  mountain  mines 
Since       retiring     in  1914       he       had 

ma  le  his  home  with  his  sister  Miss 
-Anna-  Louise  Webber,  at  Charlestowii 
and  ha  i  indulged  his  passion  for  on  - 
door  photography  and  the  growing  ot 
'■"o  •;:■■.  :-s:Cs  tikic  an  interest  ,u  |--; 
public   affairs    of    the    town. 


HEX  BY   K.    PORTER. 

Henry    Kirke     Porter     was      born      in 
Concord,   November  24.   1840,  the  son  of 

George  and  Clara  (Aver)  Porter,  and 
died  in  Washington,  D.  C,  April  10 
He  graduated  from  Brown  University 
in  I860  and  was  a  stti  lent  at  the  New- 
ton, Mass..  Theological  Institution  when 
he  enlisted  in  the  Fifth  Massachusetts 
Regiment  in  3862.  In  18r>6  he  began 
business,  life  in  Pittsburg,  Pa.,  as"  a 
manufacturer  of  liVht  locomotives  and 
was  very  successful.  He  was  a  Re- 
publican in  politics  and  a  member  of  the 
58th  Congress  from  the  31st  Pennsyl- 
vania district.  He  was  prominently 
identified  with  the  Baptist  religious  de- 
nomination and  with  Y.  M.  C.  A.  work, 
and  was  a  trustee  of  Carnegie  Institute'. 
His  will  distributed  a  large  amount  in 
philanthropic  bequests.  His  wife  and 
one    daughter,    Anne,    are    his    survivors. 


JOSEPH  W.  PITMAN. 
Joseph  W.  Pitman,  the  last  of  three 
brothers  prominently  identified  with  the 
industrial  and  business  interests  of  La- 
conia,  died  at  his  home  there  April  22. 
He  was  born  in  Laconia,  December  16, 
1853,  the  son  of  Joseph  P.  and  Charlotte 
(Parker)  Pitman,  and  succeeded  his 
father  as  the  head  of  the  Pitman  Manu- 
facturing Company,  a  leading  hosiery 
industry.  He  was  a  director  of  the  La- 
conia National  bank  and  a  trustee  of  the 
City  Savings  Bank  and  was  a  member 
ot  the  \arious  Masonic  bodies  of  the 
city  and  of  the  Congregational  church. 
He  is  survived  by  his  wife  and  five 
<  aughters. 


DR.  M.  C.  SPAULDING. 
Melville  Cox  Spaulding,  M.  D.,  was 
born  in  Chelsea,  Vt.,  May  4.  1842,  the 
son  of  Rev.  Russell  II.  and  Lucinda 
(Leavitt)  Spaulding,  and  died  at  his 
home  in  Ashland,   .May   14.       He     served 


NEW  HAMPSHIRE  NECROLOGY  365 

in    the    Civil      War   and    after      its    close  the    New    Hampshin     Soldiers'    Home    in 
graduated    in    medicine      ivow.    the      L:ni-  Tilton,     died      at      Portsmouth,     May     12. 
versity  of   Vermont.       He   was    in   active  He    was   horn   in.   Kittery,    Ml-..   April    11. 
practice    for  half  a   century,   of  which   he  lS-!-i,  th<    son   of   Meshach  and   Sarah    M. 
on-iit    35    years    in    Ashland.     He    was    a  Bell,    and     served    in    the     Civil     war    in 
member  of  the  G.  A.  R..  the  Masons  and  Company    G.    Tenth      New      Hampshire 
the   Odd    Fellows,  and   was   distinguished  Volunteers.    He    was    at    one    time    judge 
for  his   preat   love  oi  music.     He   is   sur-  advocate  of  the   state  department  of    the 
vived   i'V   a    daughter,    Mrs.  .F.    E.   t>oori-  G.  A.  K.  and  was  a  member  of  the   1.  O. 
hue   of  "Wilmot.   and    two    sons.    Roy    H .,  O.    F..        U.   O.     P.    F.     and      Rebekahs. 
of  Plymouth,  and   Harry   R.,  of  Ashland.  Since    the    war    he    had    been    engaged    in 
business    in     Portsmouth.        He      is    sur- 
vived   by    his    wi.e    and    three    daughters. 
AUSTIN   A.   ELLIS. 

Austin     A.     Ellis,     elected       mayor      of 
Keene  in    1900.  died   there    March  8.     He  MAJOR   DAVID   URCH. 

was  horn  in.   Sullivan.  June   14,    1848.  and 

engaged  in  the  lumber  manufacturing  Maior  David  Urch,  who  died  in 
industry  there  until  18')]  when  he  re-  Portsmouth.  April  23,  was  horn  in  New- 
moved  to  keene  and  began  the  making  port,  Wales.  April  14.  1S44,  and  came 
ol  brush  handles.  Previous  to  his  to  tni5  COUntrv  when  tour  years  of  age 
election  as  mayor  he  served  as  council-  He  was  a  veteran  of  the  Civil  War  and 
man  and  alacrman.  He  was  a  deacon  since  1876  had  owned  the  toll  bridge 
of  the  First  Congregational  church  and  between  Portsmouth  and  Newcastle, 
tor    three    years    president     ot     the     city  He    had    serve!    on    the    board    of    alder- 


Y.    M.    C.   A.     His    wife,    who    was    Mis 


men   and   in    both    branches    of   the    state 


Julia    Ellen    Tyler    of    Marlow.    and    one  Legislature    and     was    prominent     in     the 

daughter,    Mrs.      George      B.    Robertson,  state   militia,    holding   eight   commission 

or   Keene.   survive   him.  frorn    first    lieutenant   to  inspector   genei 

. al.    He   was   a   charter   member  of  Stori 


MESHACH    H.    BELL. 


Post,    G.    A.    R.,    and    a    member    oi"    the 
Odd    Fellows    and    Rebekahs.     He    mar- 


Mcshach    H.    Bell,    for    many    years    a        ried    Ida    A    .Rogers     of     Eliot,     Ale.,     whe 
member    of    the    board    of    governors    of        survives    him. 


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Vol.  LIII. 


SEPTEMBER,  1921. 


No.  9 


THE  WONOLANCET  CLUB 

CONCORD,  N.  11. 
By  George  U\  Parker 


Community  welfare  as  purposeful, 
united  effort  to  promote  the  well-be- 
ing of  all  members  of  a  social  group 
is  a  modern  movement  that  is  most 
significant.  Cities  and  towns  have 
existed  ever  since  the  gregarious  in- 
stinct led  men  to  congregate  for  pro- 
tection and  mutual  interests,  but  the 
world  has  awaited  liberty  and  frater- 
nity to  pave  the  way  for  such  a  mani- 
festation of  friendship  as  we  today- 
see  in  the  great  brotherhoods.  It  is 
but  a  broadening  of  the  scope  and 
horizon  of  the  latter  that  we  see  in 
the  numerous  clubs,  societies  and  or- 
ganisations of  various  kinds  and  pur- 
pose which  characterize  our  present 
day    life. 

Of  the  numerous  organizations 
outside  the  fraternities,  which  have 
contributed  to  the  worth  and  renown 
of  the  city  of  Concord,  none  enjoy 
higher  esteen  than  the  Wonolancet 
Club — named  after  the  Indian  chief 
who  was  friendly  to  the  early  settlers 
of  the  town.  Ever  since  its  organi- 
zation twenty  years  ago- -June  6. 
1891 — this  club  has  been  identified 
with  the  varied  activities  of  the  Capi- 
tal City,  for  many  years  represented 
by  a  creditable  baseball  nine,  besides 
participating  in  golf,  tennis  and  other 
out-of-door  sports ;  conducting  an- 
nually a  course  of  concerts  and  other 
entertainments ;  doing  its  share  in 
national  and  municipal  "drives" ;  and 
is  today  a  sustaining  member  of  the 
Chamber  of  Commerce. 

While  it  is  the  prime  purpose  of 
any    organization    to    develop    the    ca- 


pacities or  talents  and  minister  to 
the  happiness  of  its  members,  it  is 
clear  from  the  foregoing  statement 
that  the  interest  of  the  Wonolancet 
Club  has  not  been  selfish  or  confined 
but  thru  its  benefits  have  been  shared 
by  the  community.  The  club  that  in- 
creases the  efficiency  and  social  val- 
ue of  its  members  makes  a  definite 
contribution  to  good  citizenship  and 
the  commonwealth. 

Probably  no  plan  has  yet  been  de- 
vised by  which  national  ideals  or  so- 
cial projects  can  be  realized  better 
than  through  the  group  or  club  plan. 
Ancient  Sparta  tried  nationalizing 
home  and  social  life  but  individual 
development  and  communal  welfare 
was  not  so  great,  except  for  military 
purposes,  as  in  Athens.  In  England 
the  guilds  and  coffee  houses  were  so- 
cial centres;  the  former  for  crafts- 
men, the  latter  for  the  literary  set. 
In  modern  times  these  have  been  suc- 
ceeded by  fraternal  orders,  labor 
unions  and  social  clubs,  all  of  which 
have  made  a  definite  contribution  to 
civic  institutions  besides  promoting 
the  mutual  welfare  of  their  members. 

The  Wonolancet  Club  was  first  or- 
ganized, June  6,  1891,  when  a  group 
of  representative  men  united  for 
social  and  athletic  purposes.  Chase 
Hall,  now  known  as  the  American 
Region  Hall,  was  secured  and  fitted 
up  with  an  extensive  outfit  of  gym- 
nastic apparatus.  Here  was  the  home 
of  the  organization  until  the  present 
club  house  was  occupied,  July  1,  1901. 
The   club   was    fortunate   in     its     first 


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board  of  officers,  which  included  the      well  equipped  gymnasium  on  the  top 

floor  of  Chase  Block,  members  found 
ample  opportunity  for  physical  ex- 
ercise  of   a   varied    nature.     Gvmnas- 


late  ex-Governor   Frank    West     Rol- 
lins,     president;     Marry    11.    Dudley, 


treasurer,  and  Arthur  II.  Chase,  sec- 
retary. These  were  men  of  marked 
ability  and  successful  business  ex- 
perience. The  presidents  who  have 
guided  the  destines  of  the  Wonolan- 
cet  Club  since  its  founding  are: 
Frank  West  Rollins.  lohn  F.  Web- 
ster, Harry  H.  Dudley.  Harry  G. 
Sargent  and  Frank  S.  Streeter,  the 
last  named    having    tilled   the  position 


iumj  classes  were  conducted  and  in  ad- 
dition to  squad  work  on  chest 
weights,  dumb  hells.  Indian  cluhs, 
etc..  indoor  base  hall  proved  verv 
popular.  Competent  instructors  were 
in  charge  and  the  members  availed 
themselves  generally  of  these  priv- 
ileges. 

ddie  most  prominent  athletic   inter- 


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Frank  \V.  Rollins.  Fiist    President. 


with  marked  success  for  sixteen 
years.  These  men  were  men  of 
broad  vision  and  insight,  understand- 
ing well  •;':>:-  possibilities  and  methods 
best  suite  I  to  realize  desired  ends. 
Otis  G.  Hammond,  now  librarian  of 
the  New  Hampshire  Historical  Soc- 
iety, succeeded  Mr.  Chase  as  secre- 
tary, serving  in  that  capacity  four 
years,  and  was  in  turn  succeeded  by 
Frederick  A.  Colton,  who  rendered 
valuable  service  to  the  club  as  its  sec- 
reary  for  fourteen  years. 

The   athletic    feature   of    club      life 
was  stressed  in  the  earlv  90's.     In  the 


est  of  the  days,  though  not  con- 
ducted strictly  by  the  officers  of  the 
organization,  was  baseball.  The  Won- 
olancet  nine  will  go  down  in  the  an- 
nals of  baseball  as  one  of  the  best 
teams  the  Capital  City  has  known. 

The  most  exciting  series  of  base- 
ball games  ever  played  in  Concord 
was  that  of  1893  for  the  city  champ- 
ionship between  the  Wonolancet  Club 
nine,  managed  by  J.  Clare  Derby,  and 
the  V.  M.  C.  A.,  managed  by  W.  J. 
Chadbourne. 

ddie  latter  team  was  led  by  John  P. 
Fifield,  afterwards  for  several  years  a 


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National   League  pitcher,  and   includ-  Dartmouth  battery  of  the  earlv  nine- 

ed  a  number  of  college  stars  as  well  tics  pitched  and  'caught,   respectively, 

.-is  some  of   the  best   local   players  oi  for  the  Wonolancets  in   these  game's. 

the  time.      But  it  won  only  one  game  Both    are    now    dead.     John    Abbott, 

in  the  series,  the  opener,  by  a  -cure  of  svho    had    the    unique    distinction    of 


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Gen.  Frank   S.   Streeter,   President,   1905-1920. 

6  to  3.  The  Wonolancets  took  the  playing  on  both  Dartmouth  and  Har- 
next  four  and  the  championship  by  vard  varsity  teams,  was  another 
scores  of  3  to  2  in  15  innings;  of  7  member  of  the  nine,  which  also  in- 
to 3 ;  of  5  to  4  in  11  innings ;  and  1  eluded  Henry  F.  Hollis,  afterwards 
to  0.  United  States  Senator,  Judge  Harry 
Dinsmore    and    Abbott,    a    famous  J.   Brown,  of  the.  Concord  municipal 


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court.  Captain  Frank  W.  Brown  of 
the  state  highway  department,  Cash- 
ier Isaac  Hill  of  the  National  State 
Capital  hank,  the  famous  "Stick" 
Aldrich,  now  of  Laconia,  Fred  Rich- 
ardson. Frank  Abbott,  Charley 
Schoonmaker  and  Charley  Green  of 
Concord,  Fred  Weston  of  Manches- 
ter, the  Gordon  brothers  and  Clark  of 
Worcester,    Mass.,    summer    residents 


constitution  and  a  more  constructive 
program  can  hardly  be  imagined. 
First,  to  minister  to  the  three- fold 
nature  of  its  members;  secondly,  to 
contribute  its  influence  and  resources 
to  the  civic  welfare  of  the  city  in 
which  it  is  located.  That  it  has  lived 
up  to  this  creed  is  seen  in  the  record 
of  achievement  of  every  department. 
Social  recreation  is  found  in  the  daily 


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.  , 


Getn.   Harry    H.    Dudley,    President. 


of   Henniker,   and   Farrell  of    Boston. 

It  was.  without  doubt,  one  of  the 
best  amateur  nines  that  ever  played 
in  the  state,  and  its  picture  occupies 
a    place    of    honor    in    the    clubhouse. 

"The  object  of  this  club  shall  be 
to  promote  social  recreation,  physi- 
cal culture  and  mental  improvement 
among  its  members,  and  the  general 
welfare  and  business  interests  of  the 
city  of    Concord."     Thus    reads     the 


gatherings  of  friends  and  business  as- 
sociates at  the  clubhouse,  the  smoke 
talks,  the  dances,  card  parties,  etc.. 
that  are  occasionally  held. 

Physical  culture  was  prominent  in 
the  earlier  history  of  the  organiza- 
tion, but  since  the  occupancy  of  the 
new  and  splendidly  equipped  quar- 
ters this  feature  has  occupied  a  sub- 
ordinate place.  In  the  basement  is  a 
well  equipped  billiard  and  pool  room, 


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where  three  tables  for  each  game  af- 
ford   opportunity    to    indulge    in    this 

ever  popular  diversion.  Bowling 
tournaments  are  conducted  and  great- 
ly enjoyed  by  all.  Mental  improve- 
ment is  made  possible  through  a  fine- 
ly equipped  Kb  ran  of  over  two  thou- 
sand carefully  selected  and  hand- 
somely bound  hooks,  the  numerous 
magazines  and  other  reading  matter. 
the  entertainment  course  provided 
each  winter,  addresses  delivered  from 
time  to  time  by  such  eminent  men  as 
William    Jewett   Tucker    and      Ernest 


Mayor  Henry  E.  Chamberlin, 
First  Vice-President. 
Martin  Hopkins,  presidents  of  Dart- 
mouth College,  former  President 
Charles  S.  Mellen  of  the  New  Haven 
railway  system,  the  late  Gen.  Charles 
II.  Taylor  of  the  Boston  Glohe, 
Samuel  L.  Powers,  and  numerous 
others  of  like  ability. 

The  Wonolancet  Club  rendered  val- 
uable service  to  the  nation  in  the  re- 
cent World  War,  through  the  men 
who  enlisted  or  who  served  on  exemp- 
tion boards,  Liberty  Loan  and  Red 
Cross  drives,  and  in  the  purchase  of 
two  thousand  dollars'  worth  of  Liber- 
ty Bonds,  which  the  club  holds.     On 


more  than  one  occasion  has  the  Club 
demonstrated  its  loyally  to  Concord 
by  participating  in  everv  civic  move- 
ment that  increased  the  already  envi- 
able lame  of  the  Capital  City. 

Its  members  have  been  prominent 
in  patriotic  celebrations  and  humani- 
tarian or  relief  work.  When  the  local 
Board  of  Trade  was  re-organized  as 
the  Chamber  of  Commerce,  the  club 
immediately  became  a  sustaining 
member  at  one  hundred  dollars  a 
year,  and  this  membership  has  been 
renewed. 

Since  the  organization  of  the  Won- 
olancet Club  in  1891,  the  progress 
has  been  rapid.  It  was  incorporated 
March  14.  1898.  The  elegant  club 
house,  made  necessary  by  the  in- 
creased size  and  activities  of  the  or- 
ganization, was  occupied  July  1,  1901, 
the  gymnastic  paraphernalia  and. 
Chase  Hall  being  turned  over  to  the 
Y.  M.  C.  A.,  which  took  up  the  quar- 
ters long  occupied  by  the  club.  The 
club  house  was  enlarged  by  the  addi- 
tion of  the  west  wing,  in  1906.  The 
Library  was  installed  in  December, 
1912.  ' 

Parallel  with  this  material  develop- 
ment was  the  enlarged  activity  of  the 
club  until  to-day  it  has  developed  ful- 
ly all  features  of  its  constructive 
work. 

Tuesday,  January  27,  1920,  was  a 
red  letter  day  for  the  Wonolancets, 
for  then  the  mortgage  was  burned 
and  thereby  the  club  indebtedness  was 
wiped  out.  This  was  the  crowning 
achievement  carried  out  after  the  an- 
nual business  meeting  and  banquet  at 
the  Eagle  Hotel,  when  Frank  S. 
Streeter,  Esq.,  president  of  the  club 
for  sixteen  years,  gave  his  annual  re- 
port and  called  on  George  A.  Foster 
to  burn  the  mortgage.  In  his  report 
General  Streeter  reviewed  the  rec- 
ord thus  far  made,  showed  that  in 
fifteen   years   time,    from   membership 

id 
rtgs 
$,i,000    for   enlargements   and   perma- 


dues  of  $24  a  year,  the  club  had  pak 
SIS. 350  of  mortgage  indebtedness  and 


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nent  improvements,  in  -addition  to  or- 
dinary running  expenses.  This  he  at- 
tributed to  the  policy  of  rigid  econo- 
my adhered  to  b\  the  officers  and  the 
cheerful  co-operation  of  all.  He  paid 
tribute  to  the  common-sense  manage- 
ment of  Jim  Thompson,  the  steward. 
earnestly  besought  the  members  to 
make  the  next  fifteen  years  as  fruit- 
ful as  the  period  just  ended  had  been 
and  quoted  President  Hopkins,  who 
had  said,  "Let  up  keep  the  chili's  soul 
with  us  and  not  let  it  drag  too  far  he- 
hind."     To-dar    the   club    is   self-sus- 


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Kimball    Photo 

Fred    A.    Coi.tox,     Secretary,    1896-1913. 

taining  from  membership  dues  alone, 
it  is  free  from  debt  with  a  balance  in 
th~   treasury. 

Any  citizen  of  Concord  of  good 
moral  character  is  eligible  to  become  a 
member.  Membership  is  not  restrict- 
ed by  political  or  religious  belief  nor 
financial  or  social  standing.  The 
number  of  resident  members  is  limit- 
ed to  325  and  the  club  now  has  its 
maximum  number  with  a  waiting  list. 
There  are  also  seventy  non-resident 
members.        In    proof    of    the    demo- 


cratic nature  of  the  club,  it  may  be 
said  that  bank  presidents  here  meel 
clerks  on  an  equal  footing.  clergym< 
and  non-church  goers  fraternize  and 
all  grades  of  social  life  are  lure  found 
with  the  gradations  effaced.  To  men- 
tion the  names  of  the  club  members 
would  be  to  enumerate  the  leading 
citizens  of  Concord. 

The  entertainment  course  provided 
by  the  committee,  of  which  Dr.  Louis 
1.  Moulton  is  chairman,  is  of  the  best 
Ladies'  nights  give  the  members  an 
opportunity  to  bring  their  wives  or 
lady  friends.  The  course  mapped 
out  for  next  year  has  just  been  closed 
and  may  be  made  public  as  follows : 

1.  White's  Con  ert  Party,  consist- 
ing of  Ruth  Collingbourne,  violinist. 
Alma  La  Palme,  'cellist,  Leona  Ke- 
nelly,  soprano,  and  Harold  Logan, 
pianist. 

2.  Burnell  R.  Ford,  entertainer- 
scientist-inventor. 

3.  The  Helen  Andrews  Concert 
Company  in  Venetian  songs,  southern 
songs,  and  stories  and  songs  of  long 
ago. 

A.  The  Scottish  Musical  Comedy 
Company,  in  The  Cotter's  Saturday 
Night  and  Tom  O'  Shanter. 

The  entertainment  course  for  1920- 
1921,  proved  highly  enjoyable  and 
consisted  of   the   following: 

October  21 — All  American  Day. 
Dr.  and  Mrs.  George  Lawrence 
Parker   and    four   musicians. 

November  9 — Daddy  Grobecker 
and  His  Swiss  Yodlers. 

December  17 — Crawford  Adams 
Company.  Crawford  Adams,  "The 
Wizard  of  the  Violin."  Miss  Ethel 
Hinton,  Reader,  "The  Girl  of  Many 
Dialects."  Miss  Nan  Synott,  Solo 
Pianist   and    Accompanist. 

February  28 —  The  Rainbow  Girls. 
Bertha  Mc  Donough.  Entertainer ; 
Olga  Cappuccio,  Violinist;  Marion 
Chase,   Pianist. 

March  7 — The  Bostonia  Sextette 
Club.  C.  L.  Staats,  Director;  Miss 
Louise  Reynolds,  Soprano. 


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375 


The  home  of  the  Wonolancet  Club 
i.  on  the  northwest  corner  of  Stale 
and  Pleasant  streets,  a  spacious,  at- 
tractive brick  building  of  Colonial 
style,  two  and  a  half  stories  high  and 
adorned  in  front  with  imposing  Cor- 
inthian columns.  It  appeals  to  the  pas- 
ser-by as  an  ideal  club  house  and  this 
impression  is  borne  out  by  every  da- 
tail  of  its  consti'uction  and  arrange- 
ment of  the  rooms. 

-As  one  enters  from  State  street,  a 
spacious   lounging   room   invites,    with 


Herbert  W.  Odlix,  Secretary. 
comfortable  leather  chairs,  rich  art 
sruares  and  oil  paintings  on  the  walls. 
1  .•  ~he  right  is  the  card  room  and  just 
beyond,  the  beautifully  appointed  li- 
E  lary,  bespeaking  quiet  and  culture. 
C^pening  out  of  the  lounge  are  the 
o^ke.  the  parlor,  the  music  and  coat 
r  toms.  The  well  lighted,  spacious 
boliiard  and  pool  rooms  are  in  the 
"'.^.sement. 

On  the  second  floor  are  the  assem- 
Vy  hall,  dining  hall  and  ladies'  room 
^-rj  j  on  the  third  floor  is  the  kitchen. 
"With  these  facilities  and  its  central 
•location,   the  club  is   in  a  position   to 


carry  out  a  comprehensive  and  con- 
structive work  that  will  mean  much 
to  Concord  as  the  years  come  and  go. 

The  club  has  been  exceedingly  for- 
tunate from  the  start  in  the  able  and 
conscientious  officers  who  have  guid- 
ed   its    affairs. 

At  the  first  meeting.  May  12,  1891, 
Frank  W.  Rollins  served  as  chairman 
and   Arthur   If.   Chase  was  secretary. 

June  6,  1891,  the  organization  was 
effected  with  the  election  of  the  fol- 
lowing  officers : 

Officers 

President,  F.  \Y.  Rollins ;  Secre- 
tary, A.  H.  Chase;  treasurer,  II.  H. 
Dudley;  -1st.  vice  president,  Francis 
L.  Abbott;  2nd;  vice  president,  Henry 
W.  Stevens;  directors,  J.  F.  Webster, 
Wm.  F.  Thayer,  F.  J.  Hill,  J.  Francis 
Bothheld,  C.  H.  Day,  George  L. 
Sargent. 

1892— President,  F.  W.  Rollins; 
1st  vice  president.  Ik  C.  White;  2nd. 
vice  president.  H.  W.  Stevens;  sec- 
retary, A.  H.  Chase;  treasurer,  H.  H. 
Dudley. 

1893  and  1894— President.  John  F. 
Webster;  1st.  vice  president,  II.  W. 
Stevens;  2nd.  vice  president,  B.  C. 
White;  secretary,  O.  G.  Hammond; 
treasurer,    Frank    P.   Ouimbv. 

1895— President,  John  F.  Web- 
ster; 1st.  vice  president,  H.  W. 
Stevens;  2nd  vice  president,  J.  Clare 
Derby ;  secretary,  O.  G.  Hammond ; 
treasurer,   F.    P.   Quimby. 

1896 — The  same  officers  except 
Fred  A.  Colton  became  secretary. 

1897,  1808  and  1S99— President,  J. 
F.  Webster;  1st.  vice  president,  J. 
Clare  Derby;  2nd.  vice  president.  II. 
H.  Dudley;  secretary,  F.  A.  Colton; 
treasurer,    John   H.   Couch. 

1900— President,  II.  H.  Dudley; 
1st.  vice  president,  George  D.  Wal- 
don ;  2nd.  vice  president,  Henry  W. 
Stevens;,  secretary.  F.  A.  Colton; 
treasurer.   John  H.  Couch. 

1901  and  1902— President,  H.  H. 
Dudley;  1st.  vice  president.  Charles 
L.    Gilmore;   2nd.    vice   president,   A. 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


Byron    Batchekler;    secretary,    F.    A. 

Colton;    treasurer,    I.    H.    Couch. 

1903— President  *ll.  G.  Sargent; 
1st.  vice  president,  A.  B.  Batchelder; 
2nd  .vice  president,   Frank  E.  Brown; 

secretary,  F.  A.  Colton;  treasurer  J. 
II.    Couch. 

1904— President.  Harry  G.  Sar- 
gent ;  1st.  vice  president.  F.  P. 
Qtiimby;  2nd.  vice  president.  Howard 
F.  Hill;  secretary.  F.  A.  Colton; 
treasurer,    Frank   E.    Shepherd. 

1905—  President.    Frank    S.    Street- 


Harold  E.   Hilton,   Treasurer. 

er ;  1st.  vice  president,  A.  H.  Britton; 
2nd.  vice  president,  David  D.  Taylor; 
secretary,  F.  A.  Colton;  treasurer,  F. 
F.   Shepherd. 

1906—  Presi. lent.  F.  S.  Streeter; 
1st.  vice  president,  D.  F.  Sullivan; 
2nd.  vice  president.  Solon  A.  Carter; 
secretary.  F.  A.  Colton;  treasurer, 
Fred  L.  Dole. 


1907—  Presiden 


1st.  vice  president.  E. 
2nd.  vice  president, 
secretary,  F.  A.  Colton 
L.    Dole. 

190S    and  1909— President,     I 


S.  Streeter; 
N.  Pearson ; 
Isaac  Hill ; 
treasurer,  F. 


Streeter;  l>t.  vice  president,  Josiah 
E.  Fernald;  2nd.  vice  president,  Wm. 
Rav;  secretary,  F.  A.  Colton;  treas- 
urer.   H.    H.   Dudley. 

1910  and  1911— President,  F.  S. 
Streeter;  1st.  vice  president,  Ferdi- 
nand A.  S-tillings;  2nd.  vice  president. 
Willis  IX  Thompson;  secretary,  F.  A. 
Colton;  treasurer,  II.  H.  Dudley. 

1912— President,  F.  S.  Streeter; 
1st.  vice  president.  F.  M.  Willis;  2nd. 
vice  president,  Wm.  J.  Ahern ;  secre- 
tary. F.  A.  Colton;  treasurer,  Ft.  H. 
Dudley. 

1913—  President,  F.  S.  Streeter; 
1st.  vice  president,  John  M.  Mitchell; 
2nd.  vice  president,  Henry  W.  Stev- 
ens ;  secretary.  F.  A.  Colton ;  treas- 
urer. H.  H.  Dudley. 

1914— President,  F.  S.  Streeter; 
1st.  vice  president,  Bennett  Batch- 
der ;  2nd.  vice  president,  A.  B.  Cross; 
secretary,  Arthur  L.  Willis;  treasur- 
er. H.  H.   Dudley. 

1915— President.  F.  S.  Streeter; 
1st.  vice  president,  R.  E.  Walker; 
2nd.  vice  president.  B.  C.  White; 
secretary,  A.  L.  Willis;  treasurer,  H. 
II.  Dudley. 

1916— President,  F.  S.  Streeter; 
1st.  vice  president,  B.  C.  White;  2nd. 
vice  president,  Charles  A. Wing;  sec- 
retary, A.  L.  Willis;  treasurer,  H.  H. 
Dudley. 

1917— President,  F.  S.  Streeter; 
1st.  vice  president.  Charles  A.  Wing; 
2nd.  vice  president,  Irving  A.  Watson 
secretary,  II.  W.  Odlin ;  treasurer, 
II.   H.   Dudley. 

1918— President,  F.  S.  Streeter; 
1st.  vice  preident,  Irving  A.  Watson; 
2nd.  vice  president,  Harold  H.  Blake; 
secretary,  H.  W.  Odlin;  treasurer, 
H.  H.  Dudley. 

1919—  President,  F.  S.  Streeter; 
1st.  vice  president,  H.  H.  Blake;  2nd. 
vice  president,  E.  P.  Roberts;  secre- 
tary, H.  W.  Odlin;  treasurer,  H.  H. 
Dudley. 

1920— President,  F.  S.  Streeter; 
1st.  vice  president,  E.  N.  Pearson; 
2nd.  vice  president,  Henry  E.  Cham- 


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berlain;     secretary,     H.  \V.     Odlm;  Wadleigh,  Wm.  T.  Bell  and  Paul  Du- 

treasurer,  H.  II.  Dudley.  Bois. 

1921  —  President,   Harry  H.  Dudley  The     admission      committee     com- 

1st.   vice  president,   Henry   E.    Cham-  prises  Isaac     Hill,     Henry     \Y.     Mc- 

berlain ;    2nd.     vice  president,   Arthur  Farland,  Fred  E.  Everett.  Edward  S. 

H.   Britton;  secretary,   H.   \V.  Odlin;  Wells,    George    W.    Griffin,    Win.    A. 

treasurer,    Harold    E.    Hilton.  Stone,  Albert  ]'.  Brown,  Ira  L.  Evans, 

Geo.  D.  Waldron  was  House  Man-  Roy  W.   Fraser. 
ager    from    1901    until   his   death    and  The  nominating  committee  is  Hen- 
Harry  G.  Emmons  succeeded  him.  ry   j.    Putnam,    Harry    L.   Alexander, 

The  directors  for  the  ensuing  year  John    P.   George,    Thomas    G.    Xorris 

are;  Patrick  J.  Bolger,  ('tis  G.  Ham-  and  Fred  A.  Colton. 
moiid,    George    H.    Rolfe,    Frank    E. 


SEPTEMBER 

By  Perley  R.  Bugbee 

(Hanover) 

Crisp  and  shorter  are  the  days 

While  the  nights  are  growing  long 

O'er  earth  there's  a  smoky  haze 

Birds  have  flown  south  with  their  song. 

Sunny  days  with  yellow  light 
When  hills  are  veiled  in  a  mist. 
Autumn's  harvest  moon  shines  bright 
While  flowers  by  the  frosts  are  kissed. 

Acorns  from  the  oaks  are  falling 
The  leaves  are  yellow  and  red. 
Chipmunks  to  chipmunks  are  calling 
Joyful  thanks   for  their  winter's  bread. 

By  the  wood's  edge  are  asters  blue 
Around   the   elm,    the    woodbine's    red. 
The  grapes  are  of  a  purplish  hue. 
Green  summer  is  almost  dead. 


37S> 


MORE  QUILLS  THAN  NOSES 
OR  MOUNTAINEERING  UNDER  DIFFICULTIES. 


B\   Gilbert   Henry   Knoides, 


For  more  than  a  month,  I. em  and 
I  had  had  our  minds  .set  on  climbing 
Mt.  Moosilauke.  The  idea  of  doing 
this  little  stunt,  once  inside  of  our 
heads,  behaved  as  a  seed  .sown  in  a 
fertile  field.  As  the  seed  develops 
into  a  plant,  so  the  little  idea  of 
climbing  a  mountain  for  the  first 
time  grew  into  a  living  passion. 
Finally  there  came  a  day  when  we 
could  wait  no  longer. 

"We'll  go  to-night,"  exclaimed 
Lem  with  decision. 

"To-night !"    I    rejoined. 

We  were  working  as  guides  at 
Lost  River  that  summer,  and  could 
not  get  away  until  five  o'clock.  All 
through  the  day  the  sky  remained 
clear  and  blue.  About  four  o'clock 
light  clouds  began  to  gather  in  the 
west  and  while  it  did  not  grow  hazy, 
the  clouds  had,  before  we  started 
away,  formed  themselves  into  what 
is  termed  a  "mackerel  sky."  We 
were  advised  not  to  go  that  day. 
The  weather  was  not  favorable,  they 
told  us. 

The  sign  of  bad  weather  is  usually 
enough  to  "queer"  a  mountain  trip 
for  me  now-a-days,  but  then  it  was 
different.  We  were  going  to  stay 
over  night  on  the  mountain  and  it 
was  the  sunrise  that  we  wanted 
most;  there  was  plenty  of  time  for 
the  sky  to  clear  before  morning ;  and 
we  were  simply  bound  not  to  give 
up,  any  how,  when  our  plans  were  so 
well  made. 

Now  this  was  our  first  climb  and 
possibly  some  of  my  readers  will  be 
interested  to  know  how  we  fitted  our- 
selves nut  with  food,  clothing,  etc. 
We  had  plenty  of  advice  (Oh!  yes!) 
but  we  weighed  it  all  and  took  it  at 
its  true  value,  together  with  a  little 
common  sense  of  our  own.  We  were 
going  to  be  gone  only  one  night,  re- 


turning quite  early  the  next  morn- 
ing. Of  course  the  main  thing  was 
blankets,  of  which  we  took  two.  each. 
They  were  made  into  long  rolls  and 
the  rolls  were  doubled,  and  the  ends 
tied  together,  so  that  they  could  be 
carried  quite  easily  over  one  shoul- 
der. We  each,  as  I  remember,  had 
some  sort  of  rain  coat  wrapped  up  in 
our  blankets,  and  we  had  sweaters. 
Lem  wore  woolen  socks  and  medium 
weight,  pliable  work  shoes.  1  wore 
woolen  socks  and  heavy,  rubber  soled 
canvas  shoes.  Lem's  shoes  were  the 
best.  We  had  two  cakes  of  whole- 
some sweet  chocolate  in  each  of  our 
lunch  bags,  together  with  sandwiches, 
doughnuts,  etc.,  given  us  by  the  very 
kind  lady  who  was  cook.  To  all 
this  equipment  was  added  a  drinking 
cup. 

Of   all   things,    don't    forget    the   little   tin 

cup,    my    friend; 
And   then    when    high   on   the   mountain's 

breast, 
At    the    bubbling-  spring    you    pause    to 

rest. 
Nature's    magic    drink,    your    weary    soul 

will   mend. 

We  finally  started  away,  with  our 
friends  waving  and  laughing  at  us, 
and  assuring  us  there  would  be  no 
views.  But  that  didn't  worry  us;  we 
were  very  happy.  Actually,  we  were 
going  to  the  very  top  of  Alt.  Moosi- 
lauke. 

I  feel  quite  sure  that  at  the  time  at 
which  1  write,  only  a  comparatively 
small  number  of  hikers  in  the  White 
Mountains  had  ascended  Moosilauke 
by  the  Reaver  Brook  trail.  The  trail 
starts  at  a  point  about  half  a  mile 
above  the  Reservation  buildings  on 
the  Lost  River  road  which  connects 
North  Woodstock  and  Easton.  It  is 
not  an  easy  trail,  but  is  a  most  inter- 


MOKE  QUILLS   1  HAN   NOSES 


ejtiiig  one.  It  is  the  one  by  which 
Lem  and  I  climbed  Moosilauke  for 
the  first  time. 

Leaving  the  road,  the  trail  rambles 

over  comparatively-  level  ground  for 
about  a  quarter"  of  a  mile,  then  it 
begins  to  ascend  quite  abruptly.  The 
woods  were  very  still  on  the  night 
Lena  and  I  started  our  trip,  save  for 
the  glad  notes  of  the  White  Throat 
and  now  and  then  the  snapping  of 
breaking  twigs. 

We  had  not  gone  far  when  we 
heard  running  water.  Conjing  to  a 
place  where  an  abandoned  logging- 
road  leads  off  to  the  left  and  the  trail 
goes  to  the  right,  we  stopped,  for 
both  of  us  were  breathing  hard.  We 
listened;  the  sound  of  running  water 
was  everywhere  around  us.  From 
the  right  came  the  roar  of  the  Beaver 
Brook  Cascades,  loud  yet  sweet  and 
appealing.  From  the  left,  not  quite 
as  distinctly,  could  be  heard  the 
rumble  of  the  falls  on  Moosilauke 
brook.  We  were  between  two  dis- 
tinct yet  neighborly  streams,  pouring 
violently  down  over  the  foot-hills  of 
the  mountain.  The  waters  from 
Beaver  brook,  which  becomes  the 
Wild  Ammonoosuc  river,  flow  toward 
Wildwood  and  finally  empty  into  the 
larger  Ammonoosuc,  thence  to  the 
Connecticut.  The  waters  of  Moosi- 
lauke brook  play  hide  and  seek  among 
the  Lost  River  caverns,  empty  into 
the  Pemigewa.-set  at  North  Wood- 
stock, thence  to  the  Merrimack. 

Indeed,  this  was  very  interesting. 
Two  friendly  little  mountain  streams, 
leading  out  in  opposite  directions  and 
soon  to  be  miles  and  miles  part,  but 
ultimately  both  would  enter  the  great 
Atlantic.  It  was  like  Lem  and  me; 
there  we  were  together  having  the 
time  of  our  lives,  and  in  only  a  few 
months  we  would  be  separated  by  the 
distance  that  stretches  between  the 
White  Mountains  and  the  Great 
Lakes.  Still  in  the  far  future,  per- 
haps we,  like  the  waters  of  the  two 
streams,  would  meet  again.  It  is  one 
of  the  ways  of  the  world. 


Soon  we.  reached  Beavei  brool 
beheld     the  beautiful     (  as< 

side      which      we      were      to 
The  most   difficult   part   of  tin     • 
up   the   Cascades,   but   tin-   also   >-    ■ ,  .. 
most   picturesque  part.      For  ne; 
mile   the  trail    follows   this   won       lul 
series  ot'   water   falls.      There  is   home- 
thing   very    friendly   about   little 
falls,  and  if  one  has  time,  he  can  ;>;;.; 
in    Beaver    brook    Cascades    some    of 
the     profoundest      secrets     of      life. 
There  are  the  broad  places,  the  nar- 
row,     perpendicular     plunges,      little 
fountains    caused    by    curious    water- 
carving  in  the  ledge,  which  forms  the 
stream  bed;   the  white,    foamy   places 
and  darker  places  over  which  shadows 
are  cast. 

"This  is  worth  the  whole  trip."  said 
Lem,  "I'm  glad  we  didn't  give  up." 

And  just  then  we  reached  out  and 
let  our  tin  cups  be  filled  with  the 
purest  of  beverages,  mountain  spring 
water.  The  cups  were  emptied  at 
our  lips  and  instantly  we  were  filled 
with  rapture;  imagination  was  in  our 
minds,  our  eyes  saw  as  they  had 
never  seen  before.  In  the  ripple  of 
the  water  and  in  the  notes  of  the 
White  Throat  our  ears  heard  the 
story  of  the  limberlost,  our  hearts 
were  whispering  in  friendship,  and  as 
it  seemed,  the  spirit  of  the  heavens 
had  d.escended  upon  our  souls. 
Truly,  there  is  one  thing  of  which  I 
am  certain;  the  inspiration  which 
came  to  me  as  we  stood  beside  the 
Cascades  that  night  kindled  within 
the  fire  which  would  send  me  hiking 
over  many  a  mountain  in  the  days  to 
come;  it  linked  me  forever  with  that 
group  of  sight-seeing  people  known 
by  the  simple  title,  pedestrians. 

Now  we  were  clutching  the 
branches,  one  after  another,  to  aid  us 
in  creeping  up  a  ledge.  Next  we 
were  cautiously  feeling  our  way  along 
a  decaying  ladder.  Soon  we  came  to 
the  old  log  bridge  that  spans  the 
stream.  We  shifted  our  blankets 
from  one  shoulder  to  the  other  and 
looked    back    across    the    notch    from 


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Ti-iK  granite  monthly 


whence  \vc  had  come.  It  was  grow- 
ing cloudy.  l)iu  we  could  sec  the  Fran- 
conia  peaks  with  Mt.  Lafayette  ris- 
ing in  its  grandeur  abovs  all  the 
others.  Then  there  was  Kinsman 
and  Wolf  and  in  another  direction, 
Mt.  Osceola  and  the  Waterville 
Range.  We  were  the  monarchs  of 
all  we  surveyed. 

Resuming  our  journey  we  shortly 
passed  Camp  14.  long  abandoned, 
and  the  trail  became  much  easier. 
After  it  leaves  the  brook  the  path 
follows  a  series  of  logging  roads  to 
within  a  possible  mile  and  a  half  of 
the  Summit.  Up  we  went,  stopping 
now  and  then  to  enjoy  backward 
views ;  but  we  climbed  very  rapidly 
considering  that  we  were  beginners. 
Lem  and  1  desired  to  reach  the  Sum- 
mit before  dark. 

Almost  before  we  knew  it  we  bad 
moved  around  the  cone  of  Mt.  Blue, 
and  could  no  lunger  get  views  toward 
the  Franconia  region.  The  trail  took 
us  through  a  grove  of  spruce  and  fir. 
Shadows  were  playing  among  the 
trees  and  the  clouds  were  getting 
thicker  and  thicker  over  head.  On 
we  went ;  the  trees  getting  smaller 
and  smaller  at  everv  turn,  and  then 
we  got  into  scrub  fir  and  knew  that 
we  were  near  the  top.  We  could 
have  seen  the  Tip-Top  House  some 
time  before  we  reached  it.  if  the  sky 
had  been  clear. 

Clouds  were  settling  all  about,  and 
we  hurried  as  fast  as  we  could.  Com- 
ing to  a  barren  place,  I  told  Lem 
that  I  could  see  the  house  just 
ahead  through  the  fog  and  coming 
darkness.  We  made  for  it,  but  it 
was  only  the  barn.  The  bouse  was 
near  by  but  could  not  be  seen  until 
one  was  right  on  to  it,  because  the 
cloud  hung  so  heavily  over  the  moun- 
tain. The  wind  was  blowing  hard 
and  we  heard  the  rattling  of  the  irons 
which  helped  to  hold  the  house  to 
the  rocks. 

Now  the  Tip-Top  House  was  clos- 
ed that  season,  which  means  that  no 
one    stayed    there    to    look    after    the 


public.  The  public  looked  after  it- 
self. There  was  a  single  window 
from  which  the  shutter  had  been  re- 
moved and  the  window  itself  was 
sadly  broken.' 

"Shall  we  go  in?"  said  I. 

"Wail,"  was  the  answer. 

We  walked  all  around  the  build- 
ing. We  found  the  front  door 
(boarded  up)  and  frowned  when  we 
saw  the  many  initials  carved  on  the 
boarding  by  thoughtless  imps.  It 
was  getting  to  be  cold.  The  wind 
howled  and  the  chains  went,  "rack-er- 
rakcr-er-rack."  Lem  and  I  were 
happy  though.  On  reaching  the  sum- 
mit and  taking  good  deep  breaths  we 
both  woke  up  to  the  fact  that  we 
had  never  felt  so  "peppy"  in  our 
lives.  Finally  it  was  decided  to  go 
into  the  house  by  way  of  the  broken 
window.  We  did  not  wish  to  break 
in,  but  it  did  not  seem  altogether 
wrong  to  stoop  and  pass  through  an 
opening  which  someone  else  had 
made.  Lem  hesitated  longer  than  I 
did,  but  he  came  "around"  after  a 
fashion  and  we  entered  by  the  broken 
window.  Any  way  we  couldn't  sleep 
in  that  cloud  without  some  shelter, 
and    it   was   getting   pretty   dark. 

Did  I  mention  candles?  Well,  you 
know  boys  have  a  lot  of  room  in  theii 
pockets  and  candles  was  one  of  the 
many  things  we  had  stuffed  in  ours. 
So  once  inside  the  house  we  turned  on 
the  lights.  We  were  in  what  bad 
been  the  big  dining  room.  It  was 
pitiful  to  see;  the  floor  was  warped 
and  covered  with  broken  glass  and 
dishes,  the  walls  were  stained  either 
by  water  that  had  leaked  in,  or  by  the 
melting  of  snow  which  had  blown  in 
during  the  colder  seasons.  There 
were  several  mattresses  on  the  floor, 
probably  dragged  down  stairs  by  pre- 
vious callers.  The  chairs  and  tables 
were  weather-worn  and  everything 
was  "topsy-turvy."  There  was  the 
remains  of  a  croquet  set  here  and 
there  upon  the  floor.  Also,  Lem  call- 
ed my  attention  to  several  hundreds 
of  hedge-hog  quills. 


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We  explored  the  interior  of  the 
house  from  kitchen  to  garret,  and 
finally  decided  that  the  beautiful  din- 
ing room  was  the  best  place  to  sleep. 
Indeed  there  were  good  beds  and 
mattresses  in  many  of  the  iip-stairs 
chambers,  but  the  windows  were 
hoarded  up  and  we  might  not  wake 
up  in  time  in  the  morning.  Il  was 
musty  too,  and  Letn  said  the  air  was 
"rotten"  to  breathe  and  that  we  bet- 
ter be  down  where  the  window  was 
out.  I  agreed.  ( i  haven't  told  Lem 
how  I  slept  in  one  of  the  chambers 
the  next  year  under  similiar  condi- 
tions) and  we  went  back  to  our 
beautiful  dining  room.  We  got  out 
our  sandwiches  and  chocolate  and, 
believe  me,  there  was  a  real  feast  in 
the  old  bouse   for  once! 

After  supper  the  beds  must  be 
made  up.  (It  was  now  pitch  dark 
everywhere  except  from  the  glow 
from  our  candles.)  We  selected  the 
dryest  mattress  and  spread  our  rain 
coats  upon  it.  Next,  Lem  and  I, 
made  sleeping  bags  out  of  two  of  our 
blankets  by  ingeniously  folding  them 
and  by  fastening  with  large  safety 
pins.  The  bags  were  placed  close  to- 
gether on  the  mattress  and  the  other 
blankets  were  put  over  the  top.  The 
next  thing  was  to  retire. 

"The  children  were  all  nestled 
snug  in  their  beds,  while  visions  of 
sugar  plums  danced  in  their  heads." 
In  hurrying  about  in  a  busy  town 
doing  just  what  someone  else  higher 
up  is  directing  us  to  do,  we  are,  I 
think,  often  lead  away  from  that 
truth  which  the  great  book  reminds 
us  of  when  it  says,  "Thou  art  born  to 
freedom."  If  Lem  and  I  had  ever 
doubted  this,  all  doubt  was  swept 
away  on  that  first  night  in  the  clouds. 
We  were  sleeping,  mind  you,  four 
thousand,  eight  hundred  and  eleven 
feet  above  the  level  of  the  sea!  The 
world  was  at  our  feet ;  we  were  the 
masters  while  we  were  in  posses- 
sion. Nature  had  sent  us  a  won- 
derful orchestra  under  the  direction 
of    Professor    Wind ;    other   members 


were.-- Irons  and  Chains,  Warped 
Floors,  arid   Poor   LTp-Stairs. 

"Whoo-  -u-oo— oooo—oo-o,"  went 
the  wind;  "rack^er-rack— rack,"  went 
the  Irons  and  Chains;  "cree— ak— 
crea— k— ere— eek."  went  the  Warped 
Floors,  and  "slam-bang!"  the  Door 
Up-Stairs.  I  have  heard  of  a  fanner 
who,  when  asked  what  instrument  of 
the  band  he  liked  to  hear 
best,  quickly  reponded,  "the  bass 
drum."  1  would  not  question 
the  musical  powers  of  the  bass 
drum,  but  to  me  there  is  much 
more  variety  in  the  orchestra  of  Pro- 
fessor Wind.  1  am  sure  many  would 
not  have  been  affected  in  the  same 
way  as  Lem  and  I,  but  (o  us  the  music 
was  sweet,  appealing,  and  restful;  we 
entered  dreamland  with  broad  satis- 
fied smiles  upon  our  faces. 

It  was  past  midnight  when  we  were 
next  awakened.  The  orchestra  was 
yet  playing;  but  what  new  musician 
had  joined  it?  He  made  at  least 
three  new  sounds;  first  would  come 
the  noise  like  what  the  horse  makes 
when  he  gnaws  his  crib,  next  a  sound 
as  if  one  were  chatting  his  teeth  to- 
gether very  rapidly,  the  third  sound 
heard  less  frequently  was  like  what 
would  be  made  by  the  whisks  of  a 
broom  if  the  whisks  were  pushed 
slowly  over  a  rough  floor.  We  lis- 
tened ;  the  new  musician  seemed  to  be 
stationed  nearer  to  us  than  any  of  the 
others.  Lem  said  he  was  coming  in 
the  window.  I  raised  myself  up  and 
sure  enough,  there  was  a  round,  dark 
form  on  the  broad  sill.  The  house 
was  so  built  that  the  sill  was  even 
with  the  earth  on  the  outside  and 
about  a  foot  above  the  floor  on  the  in- 
side. 

"Let's  light  our  candles,"  I  whis- 
pered. 

"All    right,"   Lem   answered. 

Von  will  remember  that  we  had 
made  some  of  our  blankets  into  sleep- 
ing bags,  which  bags  fitted  us  rather 
closely.  We  struggled  to  free  our- 
selves  from  the  "tight  jackets."  . 

"Darn  !"  said   I. 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


"Raspberries!"    rejoiced    Lem. 

Naturally  by  the  time  we  wore 
free  and  ttie  ran. lies  were  going,  Mr. 
Musician  had  disappeared     into     the 

darkness.  I  think  it  was  mighty 
mean  on  us  after  we  had  gone  to  the 
trouble  of  getting  out  of  those  hags; 
am  way,  we  made  up  our  minds  then 
and  there,  that  this  new  musician  was 
not  the  sort  of  character  we  wanted 
in  the  orchestra.  We  got  into  our 
sleeping  harnesses  again  and  were 
just  beginning  to  dose  off  when  the 
stranger  came  back. 

"We  must  hustle !"  I  was  saying 
under  my   breath. 

"Raspberries!"  said  Lem,  "keep 
still;  he  may  come  nearer." 

So  there  we  lay,  listening  to  the 
new  notes.  Wailing  is  hard  work, 
but  cold  revenge  had  taken  posses- 
sion of  our  hearts.  The  dark  thing 
on  the  sill  dropped  to  the  floor  with 
a  thump.  It  came  nearer  and  nearer 
playing  its  instrument  all  the  while. 
Now  it  was  making  the  noise  like  a 
horse  gnawing  its  crib,  and  it  was 
using  a  bureau  near  Lem's  head  for  a 
crib. 

Arise!  Ye  conspirators !  We  were 
not  as  long  getting  out  this  time. 
The  candles  were  lighted  and  we  had 
slipped  on  our  shoes  to  prevent  the 
broken  glass  from  cutting  our  feet. 
The  musician  had  retired  to  the  farth- 
'  est  corner ;  he  was  huddled  in  a  single 
dark,  round,  prickly  ball. 

"A  hedge-hog !"  How  we  laugh- 
ed, that  instant  remembering  that  the 
authorities  in  the  northern  towns 
were  buying  hedgehog  noses  at  twenty 
cents  a  piece.  Lem  commenced  fir- 
ing croquet  balls  at  the  thing,  while 
I  held  the  candle ;  and  my  breath,  for 
I  expected  the  air  would  be  instantly 
permeated  with  quills.  Imagine  my 
surprise  when  not  a  one  came' 
I  was  glad  though,  because  we  were 
clad  only  in  our  Summer  un- 
dergarments and  were  not  par- 
ticular about  being  used  for  pin 
cushions.  The  animal  died  hard. 
Lem   finished   him  with  a   mallet.     It 


was  a  shame  to  kill  him.  hut  twenty 
cents  doesn't  grow  on  every  brush. 
Lem  said  we  mast  next  cut  off  his 
nose. 

"1  leaven  sakes !"  1  exclaimed, 
"get  hack  to  bed  !  can't  you  see  that 
both  of  us  are  shaking  so  we're  mak- 
ing the  same  noise  the  hedge-hog  made 
with  his  teeth  !  Ik-sides,  1  guess  that 
nose  will  keep  'till  morning." 

"Raspberries."  said  Lem,  but  he 
came  to  bed. 

Next  morning  the  clouds  were  still 
there  and  it  was  raining  slightly.  We 
couldn't  hope  for  any  views,  but  then 
that  didn't  worry  us  much.  The  next 
thing  was  to  pack  up  and  "get  down  to 
camp  in  time  to  go  to  work.  Lem 
spent  about  half  an  hour  sawing  that 
hedge-hog's  nose  off  with  a  jack- 
knife.  1  said  I  didn't  see  why  the 
authorities  couldn't  take  a  quill  just  as 
well  and  save  us  all  that  work.  Lem 
agreed  that  it  would  be  much  easier 
for  us,  but  a  bit  hard  on  the  authori- 
ties, for  in  this  case  they  would  be 
paying  us  about  nine  million  twenty- 
cent  pieces. 

We  got  down  the  mountain  at  eight 
o'clock.  It  had  not  rained  much  as  we 
descended  but  the  bushes  were  very 
wet,  and  so  was  the  tall  meadow  grass 
near  the  lower  end  of  the  trail,  which 
we  had  waded  through.  We  were 
pretty  well  soaked  from  our  necks 
down,  but  it  didn't  bother  us  one  bit. 
and  we  had  really  had  a  great  trip. 
We  had  finished  our  chocolate  coming 
down  and  had  drank  again  at  the  Cas- 
cades and  at  Lorgilancet  Spring. 

We  must  have  looked  like  two 
drowned  rats  as  we  came  into  camp. 
Everyone  was  laughing  at  us  and 
wanted  to  know  if  we  weren't  sorry 
we  had  gone.  Think  of  that!  They 
found  out  pretty  quick,  I  can  tell  you. 
We  wouldn't  have  missed  that  trip  for 

for well,    for  all  the  girls  we 

guided  that  day.  and  there  were  one 
hundred  and  six  of  them. 

As  for  the  ducking,  concerning  my- 
self, I  told  Lem  it  was  no  more  than 
what  he  would  have  given  me  if  we 


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383 


had  stayed  at  camp.  And  he  said  may- 
be I  was  right.  Le.m  had  the  habit  of 
concealing  some  very  cold  water  in  our 
"shack"  each  night ;  in  the  morning 
he  would  turn  the  li  juid  in  my  face 
(if  I  were  not  awake),  or  he  would 
give  me  a  shower  as  1  was  beginning 
to  dress.  (  >ne  morning  1  got  shower- 
ed with  what  water  was  contained  in 
one  of  mv  own  rubbers.  The  rubber 
had  bsen  filled  the  night  before  and 
hidden  under  hem's  bed.  Anyhow,  I 
was  glad  to  know  it  was  a  non-leak- 
able  rubber. 

The  hedge-hog  nose  brought  its 
twenty  cents.  I  told  Lem  he  had 
earned  the  most  of  it.  but  he  made  me 
take  half  because  I  had  held  the  candle 
and  had  also  borne  my  part  of  the 
aninlil's  distasteful   music. 

We  surely  had  a  wonderful  trip,  and 
if  we  didn't  get  much  in  the  way  of 
views,  we  had  seen  a  lot  of  nature  and 
had  had  a  most  interesting  adventure. 

In  concluding,  friends,  let  me  assure 
you  that  this  information  is  not  given 
for  the  purpose  of  leading  the  public 
to  climb  mountains  when  weather  con- 


ditions are  unfavorable.  I  give  you 
the  facts  as  they  occurred;  there  has 
been  no  attempt  at  exaggeration.  The 
trip  Lem  am!  1  had  up  Mt.  Moosi- 
lauke  turned  out  to  be  more  exciting 
in  one  respect,  if  less  interesting  in 
so  far  as  views  are  concerned,  than  it 
could  have  been  even  had  the  weather 
been  perfect,  in  this  1  feel  certain, 
you  will  agree  with  me.  A  more  un- 
usual feat,  although  without  adventure 
with  hedgehogs  or  other  animals,  was 
my  ascent  of  Mt.  Moosilauke  at  mid- 
night in  late  September,  accompanied 
by  another  companion  with  a 
climbing  disposition. 

Editor's  Note — Since  Mr.  Knowles 
spent  the  night  lie  lias  described  on  the 
summit  of  Mount  Moosilauke.  the  Tip 
Top  House  has  been  presented  to  the 
Dartmouth  OutiiiK  Club  by  Edward  K. 
Woodworth,  Dartmouth  '(J7,  and  Charles 
P.  Woodworth,  Dartmouth  '07,  and  now 
forms  a  part  of  the  chain  of  camps 
which  that  famous  organization  main- 
tains. The  climb  taken  by  Mr.  Knowles 
and  his  companion  is  now  one  of  a  series 
of  regular  trips  taken  from  Lost  River 
under  the  auspices  of  the  management 
there,  guides  taking  up  parties  every 
Monday  and  Thursday  during  the  season. 


THE  MUSIC  OF  THE  FOREST. 

By  Amy  J.  Doll  off 

(Ashland) 
There  is  music  in  the  forest 

That  the  waiting  soul  can  hear 
When  attuned  to  God  and  heaven 

And  no  mortal  voice  is  near. 

Sweeter  than  the  liquid  fluting 

Of  the  silver  throated  bells; 
Purer  than  the  sparkling  waters 

Flowing  through   fern  bordered  dells: 


As  holy  as  a  Mother's  pleading 
For  the  children  of  her  care, 

Is  the  music  of  the  forest 

To  those  who  God's  spirit  share. 


-^H 


JOHN  SADLER'S  RETURN 


Bv  Charles  Nevers  Holmes 


The  clock  in  the  tower  of  the  old 
chinch  at  the  village  center,  half-a- 
mile  distant,  was  striking  the  hour  of 
two.  when.  John  Sadler  descended 
from  the  dingy  local  train  to  the  plat- 
form of  the  little  station  at  Holton. 
For  six  years  John  Sadler  had  been 
far  away  from  Holton.  He  had  left 
his  native  town  to  take  a  business 
position  in  a  great  city,  and  he  had 
prospered  far  beyond  his  expecta- 
tions. Now  he  was  hack  again  for  a 
short  visit.  Indeed,  it  was  really  his 
first  opportunity  to  return  to  Holton, 
for  the  business  position  he  had  taken 
confined  him  closely  to  his  office;  but 
after  six  years  of  incessant  hard  work, 
he  decided  to  have  a  vacation, — a  very 
brief  one,- -and  he  had  come  to  spend 
a  part  of  this  vacation  at  Holton. 

John  Sadler  glanced  about  him. 
The  station-agent  was  a  stranger,  and 
he  remembered  that  Mildred  had 
written  that  old  Mr.  Sanborn  had  re- 
signed. He  did  not  loiter,  but  took 
at  once  the  familiar  "short-cut  path" 
leading  to  the  nai  row  road  which 
passed  Mildred  Martin's  house.  He 
was  going  to  call  upon  her,  first  of  all, 
and  then  he  would  visit  other  former 
schoolmates  and  friends.  Some  of 
these  schoolmates  and  friends  had, 
like  himself,  departed  from  this  quiet 
town  to  seek  their  fortunes  elsewhere, 
but.  somehow,  he  felt  very  sure  that 
Mildred  was  ^.t ill  living  in  Holton. 

John  Sadler  had  not  seen  Mildred 
since  his  departure  from  Holton.  On 
the  afternoon  of  his  departure,  she 
and  he  had  strolled  together  down  the 
shady  lane  at  the  back  of  her  mother's 
house.  It  had  been  a  glorious  morn- 
ing, the  afternoon  was  just  as  pleas- 
ant, and  John  remembered,  as  though 
it  were  only  yesterday,  how  blithely 
the  birds  were  singing  all  around 
them.  When  they  reached  the  sha- 
dow of  the  old  oak  tree  on  the  right 
of    the    lane,    John    suddenly    stopped 


walking,  as  though  he  had  made  up  his 
mind  to  say  something  very  important. 
And.  at  this  moment,  Mildred  abrupt- 
ly looked  away,  as  if  she  saw  some 
object  in  the  lane  which  was  far  more 
interesting  than  the  young  man  beside 
her.  However,  John  Sadler  uttered 
not  one  word,  he  remained  absolutely 
silent.  Although  he  had  been  presi- 
dent of  the  Holton  Debating  Society 
for  several  years,  he  acted  as  if  his 
tongue  had  suddenly  and  completely 
lost  its  power  of  speech. 

As  he  stood  thus  in  embarrassed  si- 
lence, Mildred  seemed  to  lose  interest 
in  other  objects  in  the  lane,  and  she 
turned  her  attention  to  the  young  man 
beside  her.  "Isn't  this  a  most  roman- 
tic spot,  John  ?"  remarked  she.  "Do 
you  know  that  mother  always  calls  it 
the  'lovers'  lane?'  " 

For  a  while,  John  remained  as 
speechless  as  before,  then,  at  length, 
some  words  crossed  his  lips.  "Isn't 
it  a  pity,  Mildred,  that  you  are  going 
to  move  away  from  this  beautiful 
place,  and  live  in  your  mother's  old 
home?" 

Mildred  did  not  reply  at  once.  At 
last  she  said,  rather  slowly,  "I  am  not 
quite  sure  what  mother  will  do.  It 
may  be  that  we  shall  stay  here  after 
all." 

Then,  suddenly,  John  looked  at  his 
watch.  "Gracious! — I  must  be  go- 
ing! It  will  never  do  for  me  to 
miss  my  train.  1  guess  we  had  better 
return  to  your  house  at  once.  I  have 
just  about  time  to  say  good-bye  to 
your  nether." 

Mildred  made  no  reply,  and  they 
hastened  back  to  her  home  where  John 
bade  both  herself  and  her  mother  a 
rather  hasty  farewell.  He  had  not 
seen  Mildred  since  that  pleasant  after- 
noon when  she  stood  at  her  front 
gate,  waving  him  a  very  mournful 
good-bye.  They  had  exchanged  let- 
ters, less  and  less  frequently,  for  two 


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385 


or  three  years,  but  for  a  long  lime 
John  hud  heard  nothing  whatsoever 
from  or  abou(  her. 

John  Sadler  walked  briskly  along 
the  familiar  "short-cut  path,"  ami 
presently  reached  the  narrow  road 
which  passes  Mildred  Martin's  house. 
A  few  minutes  later,  he  came  in  sight 
of  it.  a  large,  old-fashioned  farm 
house,  and  it  seemed  to  him  as  though 
lie  saw  a  dainty,  youthful  figure  stand- 
ing at  its  front  gate,  waving  him  a 
very  joy  fid  welcome.  But  John  found 
more  than  one  person  standing  at  that 
front  gate.  and.  all  over  the  farm 
honse  grounds,  indeed  within  the  farm 
house  itself,  there  was  gathered  a 
large  and  deeply  interested  crowd.  It 
took  scarcely  a  glance  to  perceive  that 
an  auction  was  in  progress,  and  John 
recogni/.ed  the  auctioneer,  a  short,  en- 
ergetic man.  as  one  of  his  former 
schoolmates. 

John  Sadler  mingled  with  the 
crowd,  and,  presently,  he  was  asking 
questions  about  this  auction,  of  an  old 
gentleman  who  stood  beside  him.  The 
old  gentleman  looked  him  over,  in  • 
quisitively,  and  replied,  "I  guess  you 
are  a  stranger  hereabouts.  This 
property  belonged  to  Mildred  Mar- 
tin—  she  died  last  March — and  her 
heirs  decided  to  sell  it  at  auction."  He 
said  something  further  but  John  did 
not  hear  it.  The  surrounding  crowd 
faded  entirely  from  his  sight,  and  he 
was  standing  speechless,  once  more, 
within  a  "lovers*  lane,"  beside  a  pretty 
girl  with  golden  hair  and  blue  eyes, 
who  was  remarking  in  a  low  and  ^weet 
voice,  "Isn't  this  a  most  romantic  spot, 
John  ?" 

gentleman  if  be  knew  what  had  be- 
come of  Mrs.  Mary  Martin,  Mildred's 

Presently,  he  turned  to  ask  the  old 
mother,  but  the  elderly  man  had  dis- 
appeared in  the  crowd.  "Probably," 
muttered  John  to  himself,  "both  moth- 
er and  daughter  are  lying  side  by  side 
under  the  tall  pine  in  the  old  grave- 
yard." At  that  moment  the  clear 
voice  of  the  auctioneer  broke  in  sharp- 
ly upon  his  sad  thoughts, — "Five  dol- 


lars 1  am  offered  for  this  valuable 
heirloom  — five  dollars !  —  Ah!  -  five 
dollars  and  a  half!" — Whereupon, 
John,  not  knowing  for  what  he  was 
bidding,  almost  without  thinking,  ex- 
claimed. "Six  dollars!" 

When  John  Sadler  made  his  fust 
bid.  the  auction  bad  scarcely  begun, 
and  it  lasted  more  than  two  hours. 
During  that  time  he  bought  article  af- 
ter article,  scarcely  seeing  what  he 
purchased,  and  not  caring  what  price 
he  bid.  lie  also  bought  the  farm 
house  and  land,  including  the  "lovers' 
lane,"  paying  for  the  property  a  hun- 
dred dollars  more  than  his  nearest 
competitor.  Of  course  it  was  not 
long  before  everybody  at  the  auction 
knew  the  name  and  full  biography  of 
the  gentleman  who  was  buying  so 
recklessly.  "It's  John  Sadler,"  re- 
marked Deacon  Brown  to  the  new 
minister,  "but  I  can't  for  the  life  of 
me  understand  where  John  has  got  so 
much  money.  None  of  the  Sadlers  in 
this  town  was  ever  wealthy." 

As  soon  as  the  auction  was  over, 
John  Sadler  pushed  his  way  quickly 
through  the  crowd,  and  exchanged  a 
few  words  with  the  happy  auctioneer. 
Then,  without  speaking  to  anyone 
else,  he  passed  hastily  through  the  cur- 
ious throng,  and  walked  off  in  the 
direction  of  the  shady  lane  at  the 
back  of  the  farmhouse.  This  lane  led 
toward  the  old  grave  yard  wherein 
was  the  family  lot  belonging  to  the 
Martins,  and  after  he  had  entered  the 
lane,  John  walked  along  very   slowly. 

When  we  reached  the  shadow  of 
the  old  oak  tree  on  the  right  of  the 
lane,  he  stopped,  and  looked  pensively 
around  him.  The  oak  tree,  the  "spot," 
was  absolutely  unchanged,  indeed  the 
shady  lane  looked  exactly  as  it  did  upon 
that  pleasant  afternoon,  six  years  ago. 
John  Sadler  gazed  about  him,  mourn- 
fully, and  then  he  heard  a  voice  be- 
hind him  calling.  "Do  wait  a  bit, 
John!"  The  voice  sounded  very 
familiar,  and  a  he  turned  quickly 
around,  he  found  himself  looking  into 
the  pretty  and    smiling  face    of    Mil- 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


dred  Martin,  who  was  holding  out  her 
hand  most  cordially  to  greet  him. 

John  Sadler  gasped,  then  lie  shrank 
hack  as  though  he  saw  an  apparition. 

"Why,  what's  the  matter?"  in- 
quired the  "apparition,"  a  look  of 
surprise  commencing  to  bedim  the 
smile  of  welcome  beaming  in  those 
bright  blue  eyes.  "Aren't  you  glad 
to  see  me?  Of  course  I  "haven't  writ- 
ten you  for  several  years  hut  then  you 
haven't  written  me.  1  heard  that  you 
bought  almost  everything  at  the  auc- 
tion--! wasn't  there— and  when  1  ar- 
rived 1  caught  a  glimpse  of  you 
walking  toward  this  lane.  1  called 
out  to  you  several  times  hut  you  didn't 
hear  me." 

John  gasped  again.  Then  he 
asked,  rather  hesitatinglv,  "Is  it  reallv 
you,  Mildred?" 

"Certainly  it  is  I  !"  exclaimed  the 
young  woman.  "Who  do  you  think 
it  is, — a  ghost  ?" 

John  reached  out  his  hand  and 
grasped  the  small  one.  which  was  just 
being  withdrawn.  "Why — I  was  told 
you  were  dead  !"  exclaimed  he. 

"Dead?"  —  Then  her  laugh,  happy 
and  musical  as  of  old.  rang  out  in  the 
shady  lane — "Dead?  I  don't  believe 
so,  John.     Who   told   you   that?" 

"An  old  gentleman  at  the  auction. 
lie  said  that  Mildred  Martin  died  last 
March " 

"M  ildred  Martin  ?  —  O  —  I  under- 
stand—Aunt Millie  died  last  March, 
— Don't  you  remember  that  1  was 
named  for  her,  John?  And  two 
years  ago  mother  and  I  left  this  farm- 
house, to  live  in  mother's  old  home. 
Then  Aunt  Millie  moved  in  here.  I 
guess  you  and  I  stopped  writing  to 
each  other  before  that  time." 

John  Sadler  drew  a  long  breath 
and  smiied  rather  faintly.  He  had 
wholly  forgotten  that  he  was  still 
holding  Mildred's  hand.  "Well- 
honestly,"  said  he.  slowly,  "I  thought 
you  were  dead." 

Again  he  gazed  pensivelv  around 
him:.  Mildred  and  he  were  in  the 
same  shady  lane,  and  there  was  the  old 


oak  tree  on  their  right,  exactly  as  it 
had  been  six  years  ago.  Elowever, 
Mildred  was  not  looking  away  from 
him,  as  though  she  saw  some  object 
in  the  lane  whidi  was  far  more  inter- 
esting than  the  young  man  beside  her. 
Indeed,  her  \rxc  was  turned  towards 
him,  and  even  a  chance  observer 
would  have  detected  a  smile  lurking 
about  her  lips.  Once  more  the  birds 
were  singing  blithely  all  around  them, 
and  the  short  lane  seemed  less  shad- 
owy and  much  brighter  than  usual, 
as  the  gorgeous  afternoon  sun  shone 
through  the  pine  trees  upon  their 
pathway.  It  was  certainly  a  cheerful 
and  beautiful  moment.  Evidently  it 
appeared  so  to  Mildred  Martin.  Isn't 
this  a  most  romantic  spot,  John?"  re- 
marked she.  "Do  you  know  that 
mother  always  called  it  the  'lovers' 
lane?" 

For  a  rrjoment,  John  made  no  re- 
ply. Presently  he  spoke  in  a  firm,  af- 
fectionate tone,  "Mildred,  I  want  to 
tell  you   something, — " 

But  his  companion  interrupted  him 
(prickly.  "John,  I  have  something 
to  tell  you.  It  is  very  important. 
I'm  —  i'm  not  Mildred  Martin  at 
all!" 

"You  are  not  Mildred  Martin?"  ex- 
claimed John  Sadler,  in  amazement. 
"Of  course  you  are  Mildred  Martin, — 
that  is,  if  you  are  not  dead,  and  you 
have  assured  me  that  you  are  alive." 

'Acs.  1  am  .Mildred,  but  not  Mar- 
tin. You  see,  John,  1  was  married, 
two  years  ago,  to  Arthur  Jordan, — so 
— I'm   Mrs.  Jordan — now." 

The  birds  were  still  singing  blith- 
ely all  around  the  oak  tree,  but  John 
'Sadler  did  not  hear  them.  The  gor- 
geous afternoon  sun  was  still  shining 
brightly  through  the  tall  pine  trees, 
but  John  did  not  see  it.  Gently  he 
released  the  small  hand  he  was  hold- 
ing. "Mildred,."  said  he,  "let  me 
congratulate  you!"  Then,  with  a 
smile,  he  continued,  "I  shall  miss  my 
train  this  time  — I  must  see  Arthur, 
and   congratulate   him   also." 

A   peculiar   expression   passed   over 


JOHN   SADLER'S  RETURN  .    337 

Mildred's        features.       "John/'      re-  a   mighty     good    fellow!  -When,     do 

marked    she.    "you    can't    see    Arthur  von  expect  him  back?" 

—he  has  gone  away."  '    "No,   John,    you   don't    understand. 

"He    has    -one    away?"    exclaimed  Arthur     has  gone   away      for     good. 

John   Sadler.     "Well,   that's   too  had.  lie  died  two  years  ago!" 
1   should   like  to   see   him..     Arthur   is 


THE  WILL  OF  MILES  STANDISH. 

(1655) 

By  J.  II.  Bowman 

(New  Ipswich) 

The  Captain's  battles  all  were  done; 
His  fights  in   Flanders   far  away; 
His  victories  "gainst  "the  savage"  won 
By  Massachusetts  Bay. 

The  Captain  looked  into  the  face 
Of  his  last   foe;  no  trace  of   fear 
Tn  his;  and  then,  in  briefest  space. 
Disposed  of  earthly  gear. 

Near  graves  of  those  who  cheered  his  life. 
With  tender  love,  his  grave  should  be 
In  Duxbury  fields;   for  child  and  wife. 
He  made  his  fond  decree. 

Moreover,  to  his  eldest  son. 
He  gave  his  lands,  the  schedule  ran, 
"At  Ormstick,  Borsonge,  Wrightington 
And  in  the  Isle  of  Man." 

The  lands  to  which  he  might  have  claim 
By  virtue  of   his  true  descent, 
In  share  of  wealth  that  with  the  name 
"Standish  of  Standish"  went. 

Stout  Captain  of  the  pioneers, 
Like  his  their  memorv  mav  last 
Who.  with  a   Faith  in  coming  years 
Claim  treasure,  in  the  Past. 


A  COLLECTION  OF 
OLD  NEW  ENGLAND  RUGS 


D\  Ella  Shannon  Bowles, 


On  the  floors  of  the  inn  known 
as  Pecketts-on--Sugar-Hi.ll  in  New 
Hampshire  lie  the  rag  rugs  of  various 
kinds  and  designs  representing  the 
collection  made  by  Robert  P.  Peckett. 
While  roaming  around  the  country- 
side and  visiting  the  outlying  farm- 
houses and  village  homes  during  his 
boyhood,  Mr.  Peckett  became  inter- 
ested in  the  rugs  which  the  women  of 
the  vicinity  had  been  making  for 
generations,  and  when  he  remodelled 
an  old  farmhouse  into  the  present 
hotel  with  its  antique  furnishings,  he 
began  the  nucleus  of  a  collection 
which  is  among  the  best  in  the 
"Granite   State." 

The  hooked-in  or  as  they  are 
sometimes  called  drawn-in  and  pulled- 
in  rugs  are  the  most  valuable  of  the 
collection,  for  the  supply  is  running 
low  and  comparative!}"  few  workers 
make  them  now.  Buyers  for  antique 
shops,  summer  guests  desiring  them 
for  country  homes,  and  collectors 
have  scorned  the  country  for  them, 
and  the  finding  of  a  well  colored. 
Carefully  made  product  of  by-gone 
days  is  now  quite  a  rarity. 

During  the  long  winters,  the 
women  of  Xew  England  and  the 
Provinces  passed  away  many  hours 
in  designing  and  executing  these 
rugs.  The  designs  most  commonly 
seen  are  divided  roughly  into  three 
kinds,  florai.  conventional  and  ani- 
mal. The  floral  patterns  are  varied 
and  when  mellowed  by  the  passing  of 
years  the  colors  are  exceedingly  soft 
and  beautiful.  One  particular  rug 
which  is  considered  the  gem  of  the 
collection  has  a  depth  of  coloring,  a 
unity  of  design,  and  a  fineness  of  tex- 
ture rivaling  that  of  an  Oriental  pro- 
duct, and  inspires  the  feeling  that  the 
woman   who  made   it   in   the   days  of 


long  ago  was  a  true  artist.  Three 
particularly  popular  patterns  among 
tiie  conventional  patterns  are  the 
diamond,  the  shell,  and  the  small 
circle  described  by  the  wife  of  a  noted 
French  artist  as  being  especially 
Puritanical  in  effect.  The  animal 
patterns  are  very  unique  and  all 
kinds  varying  from  horses  to  par- 
rots are  seen.  One  rug,  belonging  to 
Mr.  Peckett.  shows  a  frisky  puppy 
advancing  toward  a  bowl  which  one 
imagines  contains  his  supper. 

In  making  a  rug  the  worker  care- 
fully sewed  a  piece  of  burlap  into 
frames  made  for  the  purpose,  drew 
on  the  selected  design  with  ink  or 
dye,  and  pulled  the  bits  of  colored 
cloth  through  the  burlap  with  a  hook- 
resembling  a  crochet-needle.  The 
work  was  hard  and  tedious,  as  the 
position  at  the  frames  was  tiring,  the 
motion  of  pulling  the  cloth  tbrough 
laborious,  and  the  amount  of  work 
accomplished  in  a  day,  small. 

The  braided  rugs  in  the  collection 
are  artistic  and  well-made,  but  with 
the  exception  of  a  few  remarkably 
old  ones  are  not  nearly  as  rare  as  the 
hooked-in  variety.  Xew  England 
women  have  made  these  braided  rugs 
since  early  Puritan  days,  and  in  vari- 
ous parts  of  the  country  they  are 
.-till  produced  in  considerable  quan- 
tities. The  shapes  most  commonly 
seen  are  the  round,  the  oval,  the  rec- 
tangular and  the  clover-leaf,  and  Mr. 
Peckett  has  splendid  examples  of 
them  all.  The  real  old-time  braided 
rugs  were  made  in  stripes  "three  and 
dire/'  as  the  workers  called  them,  and 
these  were  followed  by  the  shaded 
kinds. 

Collecting  Xew  England  rugs  is  a 
fascinating  pursuit.  It  takes  one  to 
quaint    out-of-the-way    spots      among 


A  COLLECTION  OF  RUCi 


.':■> 


the   hills  and   valleys,   and   oftentimes  the  hobby  of  a   man  who  hv   various 

amusing  as  well  as  pathetic   incidents  devices  is  trying  to  keep  alive  an  in- 

are   revealed.     The  collection   belong-  terest   in  an  American   handicraft  of 

ing   to    Mr.    Peckett   represents   many  the  days  of  long  ago. 
fascinating  experiences    and      reveals 


WHERE  THE  HOME  LIGHT  GLEAMS. 

By  Ruth  Ward  Temple. 
(Hillsborough) 

You  may  roam  the  wide  world  over. 

You  may  seek  a  distant  strand, 
And  see  wondrous  things  of  beauty 

That  are  shown  at  every  hand. 
But  no  matter  where  you  wander, 

Or  how  wonderful  it  seems, 
Your  thoughts  just  leave  it  all  and  fly 

To  where  the  home  light  gleams. 

You  may  tire  of  the  country. 

To  the  city  take  your  flight. 
And  mingle  with  the  happy  throng 

Where  lights  are  grand  and  bright ; 
But  oft  times  when  you  grow  weary 

Of  style  and  brilliant  scenes, 
Your  heart  just  yearns  and  longs  to  be 

Where  the  home  light  gleams ! 

When  the  shades  of  night  draw  closer, 

And  each  busy  day  is  through, 
What  a  joy  to  know  that  loved  ones 

Are  fondly  waiting  you! 
And  you  thank  God  for  your  blessings, 

Much  more  than  wealth  it  means 
To  turn  your  steps  and  find  your  own, 

Where   the  home  light  gleams ! 

And  if  our  happy  fireside 

With  one,  homeless,  we  can  share, 
Who  knows  but  it  saves  that  mortal 

From  hunger  and  despair? 
It  often  proves  the  life  line, 

Helps  come  true,  one's  fondest  dreams 
Of  a  smile  that  ever  greets  you. 

Where  the  home  light  gleams. 


V 


NEW  HAMPSHIRE  POETRY 


In  its  August  issue  the  Granite 
Monthly  printed  contributions,  in 
competition  for  the  Brookes  More 
prize  of  $50,    from   poets   resident   in 

37  states.  Since  its  publication  oth- 
ers have  been  received  from  some  of 
the  states  of  the  Union  not  there 
represented  and  from  British  Colum- 
bia. We  are  confident  that  before 
the  close  of  the  year  every  one  of  the 
Uniied  States  will  have  made  an  entry 
in  this  contest.  The  quality  of  the 
verse  which  comes  to  us  in  this  com- 
petition is  quite  as  remarkable  as  its 
quantity  and  is  the  subject  of  com- 
ment from  many  of  our  readers  as 
well  as  by  the  press. 

We  are  limiting  our  selections  of 
poems  to  be  printed  this  month  to 
those  submitted  by  New  Hampshire 
writers  and  believe  that  they  will  he 
found  to  be  a    credit     to    the    literary 


ability  of  the  Granite  State.  None 
of  them  is  by  a  professional  writer, 
the  interesting  collection  of  authors 
including,  instead,  bankers,  business 
men.  housewives,  school  teachers. 
newspaper  workers,  fanners,  clergy- 
men, commercial  travelers,  govern- 
ment officials,  students,  etc. 

Interest  in  the  contest  has  spread 
so  widely  and  Xew  Hampshire  poems 
will  be  so  largely  outnumbered  in 
the  collection  upon  which  the  judges, 
Professor  Bates,  Mr.  Braithwaite  and 
Governor  Bartlett,  finally  will  pass, 
that  it  will  be  something  of  a  surprise 
if  the  prize  comes  to  the  home  state 
of  the  Granite  Monthly;  but  in  this 
issue  and  in  some  previous  ones  of 
the  magazine  we  have  printed  verse 
by  Xew  Hampshire  writers  worthy 
of  consideration  in  any  company. 


AFTERMATH. 

By  Alice  D.  O.   Greenwood 
(Hillsborough) 

A  beautiful  dawn  so  soft  and  tender, 
A  golden   haze  in  the  Autumn  air. 

O'er  all  the  hills  in  his  mistv  splendor 
The  sun  has  smiled  and  the  world 


fair. 


A  tiny  barque  with  white  sails  flowing 

Put  out  on  the  blue  from  a  sunlit  bay, 

And  we  from  the  shore  watch  it  dimmer  growing, 
Until   in  the  distance   it   fades  away. 

The  air  grows  chill,  the  sun  is  hidden. 

The  wind  from  tbe  sea  hath  an  ominous  tone, 

Tho  bravely  the  barque  the  waves  hath  ridden, 
At  eve  a  wreck  drifts  in  alone. 


And  thus  tho  we  walk  thru  life  together. 

Your  path  tbe  same  that  my  feet  hath  known. 

It  is  Fate's  decree  "All  ties  must  sever." 
And  into  the  harbor  each  drift  alone. 


NEW  HAMPSHIRE  POETRY 

STORM  WARNINGS. 

By  M.  /•.  Nclla 

(Portsmouth) 

Somber  and  gray  the  storm  clouds  go  scudding 
Across  the  dark  water  and  rooks  flecked  with   foam; 
Plaintive  the  sea  gulls,  call  to  each  other 
As  inland  they  fly  from  their  wild  ocean  home. 

Past  jagged,  black  ledges  the  mad  waves  come  dashing, 
Striking  the  beach  with  a  low  sullen  moan. 
While  high  on  the  wave  crest  kelp  streamers  arc  floating 
Dragged  by  its  force  from  the  depths  where  they've  grown. 

Tall  wire  grass  crackles,  sways  in  the  cold  wind. 
Coated  with  ice  like  the  low.  scrubby  tree ; 
But  my  light,  that's  revolving,  throws  far  through  the  dark- 
ness, 
A  message  of  cheer  to  the  sailors  at  sea. 


SEPTEMBER  IN  THE  MOUNTAINS. 

By  Katharine  Sazvin  Oakcs 
(Lancaster) 

Cool  mists  of  the  morning,  drifting  thro  the  drowsy  green; 
Vague   color   in   the  garden,   gleaming,   hiding,   graying 
dim ; 
On  the  soft,  chill  grass,    aglisten,    patterned    threads    flash 
dew-drenched  sheen  ; 
And  the  air  crowds  cold  and  vivid  from  the  night's  en- 
circling rim. 

Sentient  heat  from  unspaced  heights    of    burning  sapphire 
shimmers  down ; 
Far  above  earth's  muted  trees  the    winds    of    Heaven 
drive  spotless  sail ; 
Crouching  to  the  maternal  soil,  a  million  tiny  voices  drown 
Hot  silences  of  noonday  in  their  intermittent  flail. 

Glorious  clo:ds  of  tropic  splendor  trail  across  the  western 
sky, 
And  the  eastern  hills,  opposing,  glow  God's  jewels,  in 
that  light- 
Huge  and  tender,  cooling  slowly  as  the  fires  of  Heaven  die. 
Quenched    by    dew   and    dusk, —     *     *     *     *     Earth 
drowses  toward  the  deeper  sleep  of  night. 


392  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

MOOSILAUKE 

By  Grace  Stuart   Orcutt. 

(Plymouth) 

I  >f ten  I've  watched  thee  with  a  wond'ring  eye. 
Scanning  thy  heights  upraised  to  the  sky. 
Watching  thy  moods,  now   playful,  now  sublime, 
Pond'ring  thy  story  from  the  birth  of  lime. 
O'er  the  deep  valley  and  the  eastern  slope, 
Ever  1  see  thee  like  a  ray  of  hope 
Rising  majestic,  silent  and  severe, 
Dwarfing  all  else  by  thy  great  image  clear. 

Shrouded  in  snow  and  storm  bedecked  thy  head, 
Slid  in  thy  shadow  littleness  has  fled: 
Still  on  thy  heights  when  close  the  winter  days. 
Lingers  the  purple  in  the  violet  haze. 
Sometimes  art  lost.  thou,  in  the  blinding  storm; 
Sometimes  in  vain  we  look  to  catch  thy  form; 
Still  it  is  there ;  unchanging,  deathless  stone, 
Like  God's  great  majesty,  it  stands  alone. 

In  happier  moods  when  sunshine  floods  the  sky 
At  day's  dawn,  and  the  clouds  come  drifting  by, 
Some  errant  ones  may  linger  near  thy  head 
And  catch  the  deep  tinge  of  the  morning's  red 
Grown  ever  deeper.     From  thy  massive  height 
Stream  all  the  colors  of  a  rainbow  bright. 
The  sky  a  palette  and  a  brush  thou  art. 
Painting  the  Heavens  with  an  infinite  art. 

( )nce  in  the  moonlight  and  the  starlight  too, 
Came  in  the  Heavens  something  strange  and  new; 
Game  without  cause  or  so  it  seemed  to  be, 
Straight  through  the  clouds  from  Moosilauke  to  me. 
Clouds  were  its  substance ;  it  was  fashioned  there, 
Poised  o'er  the  mountain,  floating  in  mid  air, 
A  large  white  bird  with  pinions   far  outspread, 
And  toward  the  mountain  dipped  its  graceful  head. 

What  was  its  message  in  this  age  and  day 
When  all  the  nations  on  each  other  prey? 
Gould  it  be  mockery  that  placed  it  there, 
A  bird  of  peace  above  the  surcharged  air? 
Was  it  a  vision  conjured  up  to  show 
The  heights  and  depth?     Sublimity  and  woe? 
No.     T'was  a  starlit  messenger  of  hope 
Unto  my  eyes  above  that  eastern  slope. 


NEW  HAMPSHIRE  POETRY  393 

NEW  HAMPSHIRE  GEMS 

By   Martha    E,    Brewster 

(Concord) 

In  hand  we  hold  a  wonder  lamp: 
Its  magic  gleams   may   show 

Thy  wealth  and  beauty,   fairest  state, 
Thy  gems  we  wish  to  know. 

Upon  thy  ledges  scarred  and  worn, 

We  and  in  letters  bold. 
The  history  of  ages  past 

Still  waiting  to  be  told. 

Xo  idle  fancy  of  a  maid 

Imagines  gems  more  fair 
Than ,  sparkling  on  thy  golden  sands 

The  tiny  wavelets  wear. 

Across  the   farmer's  rolling  lands. 

Rich  grains  and   fruits  we  sec. 
In  woodland,  hides  the  sunshine  gold; 

Bird  songs  ring  clear  and   free. 

Like  crystal   lockets,   lovely   lakes 

Upon  thy  bosom  lie. 
Reflecting  as  they  sparkle  there 

The  colors  of  the  sky. 

Lofty,  with  beauty  mjost  sublime. 

Thy  granite  hills  ascend, 
Encircled  with  life-giving  woods. 

From  which  clear  streams  descend. 

Above  the  forests  green  and  vast, 

Behold,    the    great    stone    face, 
Loved  as  a  friend  by  those  now  gone, 

The  brave  old   Indian   race. 

See !  ye  who  hold  the  magic  lamp 

And  view  the  wondrous  wealth, 
Most  precious  are  the  girls  and  boys 

Aglow  with  perfect  health. 

Protect  the  bit  of  precious  shore. 

Keep  pure  the  lakes  so  bright, 
Guard  well  the  camp,   for  happy  play, 

That  youth  may  have  its  right. 

Look  to  the  mountains,  old  and  grand, 

And  there  the  lesson  find, 
That  God  has  blessed  His  children  all, 

That  thev  mav  serve  mankind. 


394 


H1K  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

THE  STARS 

By  Stetvart   Everett  Rour 

(Exeter) 

In  (}:•.-<  now  gone  I   watched  the  stars  sail  by  — 
...     y,s;  watched  them  dance  and  glitter  in  the  blue- 
Watclied  them  just  as  so  many  school-bovs  do 

\\  ho  from  their  hooks  spell  out  the  dare  to  try 
But  years  have  flown,  as  years  are  hound  to  fly     ' 

And  now  the  dare  seems  just  too  big  for  me,— 
J  hough  still  1   watch  the  stars  and  dream  to  he 

All  ready  when  it  comes  my  time  to  die. 

I  dreamed  about   the   famous  and  the  great 

While  all  the  time  the  paths  through  which  I  trod 

Were  choked  with  thorns  that  gave  me  cuts  and  sears; 
ic>.  thus  I  fought  because  it  was  my  fate 

Ordamed   for  me  by  no  one  else  than  God — 
So.— I  am  glad  1  learned  to  watch  the  stars  I 


more 


O  TEMPORA,  0  MORES 

By  Florence  Hutchins  McLain. 
(Manchester) 
Alas,  the  "heroine  of  yore  defuncta  est    she  is  no 

ci      rnC  ,m°Urn  her  '"SSl  we  miss  her  ver>'  sadly 
She  filled  ten  chapters  or  a  score,  or  fifty,  or  perhaps  still 
more, 

And  what  she  did  she  didn't  do  so  badly 
And  yet  the  novel-maid  to  flay  makes  Her-of-Yore  appear 
passe —  l  [ 

In  versatility  seem  sadly  lacking- 
For.  when  she  spoke,  she'd  simply  say,  ask  or  reply    vous 
comprenez  ?  '  '  ' 

And  so  the  Six  Best  Sellers  sent  her  packing. 
New.  when  she  talks,  she  docs  such  stunts  as  would  have 
taxed   fair  maidens  once; 
Instead  of    speaking    words,    perchance    she    "flushes" 
em — 

She  doesn't  say  'em,  a    dunce,    hut    after    newer    methods 
hunts — 
She  twinkles,  quivers,  rallies,  pouts  or  blushes  'em' 


NEW  HAMPSHIRE  POETRY 


NOTHING  COMMON  OR  UNCLEAN. 

By  Cfaribel   JVceks  Avery 

(Rurriney) 

I  said  to  Beauty,  "Stand  outside  my  door; 
Let  nothing  that  is  common  enter  in. 
Shut  out  the  dreariness  that  makes  men  poor; 
Shut  out  the  ugliness  than  makes  men  sin." 

I  could  not  live  forever  in  a  house, 
Fair  though  it  was  and  sweet. 
I  went  abroad  beneath  the  midnight  stars 
■To  see  what  I  would  meet. 

I  saw  until  [  wished  to  see  no  more. 

I  hurried  home  as  stars  grew  pale  and  thin. 
Rut  Beauty  stood  on  guard  he  fore  my  door 

And  would  not  let  me  in. 


THE  CAMPER'S  RAIN  SIGNS. 

By   Eleanor    W.    Vinton 
(Concord) 

There's  a  weird,  uncanny  whisper   from  the  nodding  pines 
and  hemlocks. 
While  the  oaks  are  sobbing    softly    in    the    spell   the 
night  winds  weave. 
For  the  trees  are  telling  stories  of  unfathomable  mystery 
And  the  rain  will  fall  tomorrow,  without  ceasing, 
1  believe. 

Do  they  tell  of  warring  Red  .Men  they  have  sheltered  'neath 
their  branches, 
Or  of  comrades  crashing  earthward  in  mad  storms  of 

by-gone  days?- 

Round  their   feet  the  pygmy  campers  gather  kindlings   for 
the  fire-place 
And  prepare  for  rainy  weather  in  a  hundred  little  ways. 

Tis  a  sign  among  the  campers  by  the  beautiful  Contoocook 
When   the   trees  are  reminiscent    as    they    hold     their 
heads  aloof, 
That  before  the   morn's  gray   dawning   they   will  hear   the 
sound  of  raindrops 
With  a  dull,  incessant  rhythm,    like    a    drum-beat    on 
the  roof. 


396  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

"0  LITTLE  BREEZE!" 

"The  breeze  that  runs  before  the  dawn." — Kipling 

By  George  I.  Putnam 

(Charlestown) 

O  little  breeze,  O  HtiTe  breeze  that  runs  before  the  dawn. 
That  ruffles  up  the  sleepy  trees  and  brushes  down  the  lawn. 
Thy  step  is  light,   thy   face    is    bright    thy    wingless    flight 

brings  healing 
From   spaces    far   where   morning's   star   its   ageless   are   is 

wheeling. 

O  little  breeze,  O  little  breeze  that  ushers  in  the  sun. 
While  half  the   world   is  yet  asleep  thy  heralding  is  done. 
Ere  half  the  earth  awakes  to  mirth  thy  feet  its  girth  have 

taken. 
And  speed  along  thy  path    of    song    still    other    worlds    to 

waken. 


OLD  MEMORIES. 

By  Jennie  E.  Hussey 

(Henniker) 

Grandmother  sits  on  the  attic  floor 

By  an  olden  trunk  with  a  treasured  hoard ; 
Each  trinket  her  fond  gaze  wanders  o'er 

Has  its  own  sweet  tale  in  her  memory  stored. 

A  packet  of  letters,  a  bit  of  lace, 

A   faded  flow'r.  and  a  wedding  ring; 

And  each  alike   from  its  hiding-place 

Comes  forth  its  dream  of  the  past  to  bring. 

A  plighted  troth,  and  a  kiss  at  the  gate. 

The  song  at  dusk  of  the  whip-poor-will; 
The  perfume  of  roses  blooming  late 

That  clambered  up  to  her  window-sill. 

There  are  pictured  faces  that  look  once  more 
Out  of  the  case  in  her  reverent  hands: 

Dear  faces  of  those  who  have  gone  before 
To  wait  for  our  coming  in  fairer  lands. 

The  trunk  itself  is  of  little  worth, 

But  its  contents  cannot  be  bought  with  gold ; 
For  among  the  sweetest  of  things  of  earth 

Are  dreams  of  the  past  and  memories  old. 


NEW  HAMPSHIRE  POETRY  397 

MEMORY  PICTURES. 

By   Lucy   H.    Heath 

(Franklin) 

Unbidden  they  co\wc,  before  me  they  pass, 
Memory  pictures  of  that  long  ago. 
They  linger  a  n^oment,  then   fade  away  slowly, 
Return  again  more  vivid  and  boldly 

Parade  themselves  to  and  fro. 
Faces   I   see  still  glowing   with  lovelight, 
Words  of  endearment   I   hear   spoken   low. 
Faces  and  voices  witli  love  are  commingled 
In  memory  pictures  of  that  long  ago. 


NIGHT   AT   OSSIPEE 

By  Alger  S.  Beane 

(Manchester) 

Bright  the  Northern  Lights  are  shining. 

Streaming  up  into  the  sky ; 
Rising  slowly  toward  the  zenith, 

There  to  culminate,  and  die. 

In  the  West,  a  glow  empyreal 

Lttminates  the  heavenly  arch ; 

Twinkling  stars  appear  in  myriads. 
Rushing  onward  in  their  march. 

Stars  that  glow. with  piercing  brilliance, 
Stars  so  faint  they  scarce  are  seen. 

Fill  the  evening  sky  in  winter. 

When  no  moonlight  dims  their  sheen. 

Looking  out  across  the  hill-tops 

Of  that  still  New  Hampshire  town, 

Toward  the  lofty  peaks  beyond  them, 
Glistening  with  a  snowy  crown, 

One  could  ask  no  greater  favor 

Than  that  life  should  onward  glide 

Always  with  the  calm  and  stillness 
Of  that  peaceful  countryside, 

Where  forgotten  are  the  discords 
Of  the  world  that  surges  by. 

Just  beyond  the  zone  of  stillness 
Underneath  the  star-lit  sky. 


308  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

SUNSET  ON  SHERWIN  HILL. 

By   Albert   Annctt 
(Jaffrey) 

Monadnock's  altar,  lifted  up, 
Burns  with  a  flame  divine; 

And  in  Contoocook's  crystal  cup 
Is  water  turned  to  wine. 

A  laud  aglow,  like  a  golden  page 

Ere  the  evil  days  befall; 
-And,  oh  like  a  voice  from  an  olden  age. 

The  hermit  thrush's  call ! 


TATERS. 

By  Edward  H .  Richards 
(Exeter) 

I  planted  me  a  tater-patch 

With  labor  I'll  he  hound. 
Some  blew  out  fine  and  some  were  duds 

In   witch-grass  all   around. 
And  soon  there  was  a  battle  on 

Twixt  taters  and  the  grass, 
But,  like  the  French  at  old  Verdun, 

I  cried.  "They  shall  not  pass  !" 
At  once  I  wielded  well  the  hoe, 

While  nabob  friends  drew  nigh 
And  cracked  a  silly  lot  of  jokes 

On  poor  benighted  I. 
Just  when   1   thought  the  fight  was  won. 

Ten   thousand   million   bugs 
Descended  on  my  verdant  plants, 

Like  cruel  city  thugs. 
Away  I  flew  to  find  a  giiy 

That  didn't  profiteer 
But  it  cost  me,  for  "pizen  stuff", 

My  savings   for  a  year. 
But,  after  all.  I  saved  my  patch 

And  gloried  in  the  fight 
Until  at  last,  1  met  my  match 

In  what  is  known  as  "blight". 
Then  hastily  I  dug  the  spuds 

And   found  some  big  and   fair 
But  lots  of  'urn  were  rough  and  mean 

And  spotted  here  and  there. 
But  as  I  turned  'ern  from  the  sod 

I  turned  a  thought  or  two : 
Most  human   lives  are  like  my  patch, 

A  fight,  twixt  me  and  you. 


HEW  HAMPSHIRE  POETRY  MO 

THE  SINGING  HEART 

Fy  Lucy   IV.  Perkins 
(Londonderry) 

What  is  it  sends  my  heart 
A-soaring  and  a-singing? 
Perhaps  when   skies  are  gray, 
And  little  cares  are  stinging. 
There's   something  calls.     "Away ! 
Leave  all  the  fret  and  sadness, 
Like  lark  at  break  of  day 
Mount  up  on  wings  of  gladness. 
What   if  the  way  is  dark. 
And    chilly   winds   are    blowing? 
The  heart  that  sings  can  rise 
Where  sunlit  heights  are  glowing." 

O  singing  heart  of  mine, 
What  flights  we  have  together 
Out  of  earth's  mist  and  pain 
Into  joy's  magic  weather. 
The  years  may  buffet  me. 
Defeat  and  sorrow  bringing. 
But  praise  God   for  the  gift 
That  keeps  my  heart  still  singing. 


STEEPLE -BUSH. 

By  Sara  R.  Abbott  and  Alice  M.  She  pare? 
(Franklin) 
Spiraea  tomentosa.  rose-flushed  as  the  early  dawn 
Growing  not  in  formal  garden 
But  o'er  Nature's  spacious  lawn. 
Pointing  upward   from  the  meadow. 
Accenting  the  common  clod. 
As  the  church  spires  of   Xew   England 
From  each  hamlet,  point  to  God. 

Steeple-bush!  thy  name  enkindles 

Burning  thoughts  of  other  days 

Of  Pilgrim  sires  whose  piercing  vision 

On  the  wilderness  could  gaze 

And  could  see  it  cleared  and  builded 

Into  meeting  house  and  school, 

Where  man's  conscience  was  the  teacher 

And  the  word,  sufficient  rule. 

Steeple-bush,  whose  slender  spike 
Blushes  as  it  still  aspires. 
Real  and  ideal  truth  alike 
Light  thy  modest  altar  fires! 


400  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

THE  DANCE 

By  Emily  W.  Matthews. 

(Concord) 

Your  arms  about  mc  in  the  dance, 

1  gave  m\  body  to  your  mood 

To  sway,  to  turn,  whate'er  you  would 

And  once,  when  1  had  met  your  glance. 

So  near,  so  full  of  quiet  fire, 

I  knew  that,  wonderingly,  we  loved  : 

And  afterward,  where'er  you  moved, 

To  follow  was  a  sweet  desire; 

A  happiness  that  brought  strange  tears — 

A  quick  contraction  of   the  throat — 

A  knowledge,  sudden  and  remote. 

Of  women's  hands  through  all  the  years 

Reaching  to  mine  in   fellowship. 

Then,  when  your  cheek  just  brushed  my  liji 

In  your  soft  touch  there  came  a  sense. 

Of  pain,  that  yet  was  recompense. 


GODDESS-MOON. 

By  Louise  Patterson  Gityol 
(Concord) 
The  gold-haired  Evening  waits  upon  the  Moon! 
She  fills  the  air  with  peace  and  calm  delight. 
Fit  for  the  coming  of  the  holy  Night; 
She  dims  the  dazzling  sky  of  afternoon. 
And  calls  the  thrush  to  sing  his  hymnal  tune. 
And  sorrow  slumbers  in  its  own  despite. 
The  fair-haired  Evening  waits  upon  the  Moon! 

The  black-browed   Night  is  priestess  to  the  Moon 
The  silent  world  is  altar  for  her  rite. 
The  million  stars  as  tapers  doth  she  light. 
For  choir  the  little  winds  that  tend  her  croon. 
The  perfume  of  the  garden  sweet  with  June 
Rises  like  incense  from  the  censers  white 
Swung  by  the  flowers  that  glimmer  softly  bright. 
The  dark-browed  Night  is  priestess  to  the  Moon! 

'The  grey-robed  Dawn  is  vestal  of  the  Moon! 
She  veils  the  flickering  stars  from  human  sight, 
Hiding  their  radiance  in  the  far  dim  height 
Whence  blue-eyed  Day  steals  upon  silver  shoon, 
Reading  the  Sungod  through  the  gates  rose-hewn 
Of  massive  cloud— the  god  before  whose  might 
The  startled  goddess  hurries  as  in  fright — 
The  pale-robed  Dawn  is  vestal  of  the  Moon! 


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EDITORIALS 


There  was  in  evidence,  last  month. 
a  revival  of  iterest  in  the  Old  Home 
Week  festival  which  augurs  well  for 
the  success  of  the  celebration  of  the 
300th  anniversary,  in  1923,  of  the 
hrst  settlement  of  New  Hampshire. 
The  Legislature  of  1921  decreed  that 
this  observance  should  take  place  dur- 
ing Old  Home  Week  of  1923,  and 
Governor  Brown  has  named  a  compe- 
tent commission  to  arrange  the  details 
of  the  celebration.  This  commission 
has  organized  and  arranged  t<>  begin 
the  work  of  arousing  public  interest 
in  the  event,  with  such  success  that 
already  there  i>  considerable  discus- 
sion of  the  form  the  celebration 
should  take,  some  proposing  a  pageant 
at  Portsmouth,  written  hy  Percy  Mac- 
kaye.  of  Cornish  or  Prof.  Geo.  P.  Bak- 
er of  Madison,  with  exercises  on  the 
following  day  at  Dover  to  include  an 
oration,  poem,  etc.,  in  the  usual  man- 
ner. However,  there  need  he  no  haste 
in  deciding  as  to  these  details.  The 
important  thing  at  present  is  to  get 
the  state  in  a  celebrating  mood,  and  for 
this  result  the  Old  Home  Week  record 
of  1921  was,  as  has  been  said,  very 
promising.  The  wonderful  weather, 
unprecedented  in  its  unbroken-  series 
of  lovely  early  autumn  days  in  Au- 
gust, helped  a  great  deal  in  the  enjoy- 
ment of  tins  year's  festival,  and  more 
different  towns  celebrated,  in  one  way 
or*  another,  than  for  a  decade  past. 
In  Pittsfield  and  some  other  places 
there  were  elaborate  ohservances  with 
parades,  etc..  but  the  general  tendency 
is  towards  a  simple  reunion  picnic  with 
good  speakers  and  music  and  base- 
ball and   sports    for   the  young   folks. 


The   state   Old    Home   Week   as ia 

ti> m.  a  smoothly  working  organization, 
with  adequate  machinery  for  its  pur- 
poses, will  see  to- it  that  the  interesl 
manifested  this  year  increases  further 
in  1922  and  reaches  a  pitch  in  1923 
worthy  of  the  occasion  then  to  he 
commemorated. 


E.  Y.  Wilson  writes  us  from  Athol, 
Mass..  in  reference  to  the  article  in 
the  June  number  of  the  Granite 
Monthly  about  the  New  Hampshire 
Orphans'  Home  at  Franklin,  that  his 
uncle,  the  founder  of  the  home,  was 
Daniel  Alvah  Mack,  not  Daniel  Au- 
gustus Mack,  as  given  in  our  pages 
and  in  other  prints;  he  receiving  this 
middle  name  for  his  mother's  brother, 
Alvah  Avers. 


A  paragraph  from  a  letter  in  to- 
day's mail:  "1  thought  I  could  not 
afford  the  Granite  Monthly  again,  hut 
the  August  number  was  so  good  I 
must.  This  is  likely  to  he  my  last. 
as  I  am  very  old  (83)  and  my  sight 
is  failing." 

Friends  of  the  Granite  Monthly  can 
confer  a  favor  upon  the  editor  and  pub- 
lisher by  sending  him  names  of  their 
friends  within  or  without  the  state 
who  might  be  interested  in  our  pub- 
lication, to  whom  we  will  be  glad 
to  send  sample  copies  with  the  hope 
of  lengthening  our  subscription  list. 
The  quality  of  this  list  is  of  the  finest, 
but  its  quantity  is  not  all  that  might 
be  desired. ' 


BOOKS  OF  NEW  HAMPSHIRE  INTEREST 


AMY  LOWELL'S  "LEGENDS" 


When  Miss  Lowell  first  appeared 
in  print  she  was  thought  of  primarily 
as  a  disciple  of  free  verse,  and  as 
such  she  was  accepted.  Dilletanti  in 
verse  made  what  they  considered  witty 
remarks  concerning  "Miss  Lowell's 
shredded  prose".  The  reading  public 
hid  their  amazement  in  a  wonder  of 
silence.  It  was  with  the  publication 
in  quick  succession  of  "Sword  Blades 
and  Poppy  Seeds."  "Men.  Women 
and  Ghosts",  "Con  Grandes  Castle", 
and  "Pictures  of  the  Floating  World", 
that  .Miss  Lowell  was  acknowledged 
a  powerful  and  unique  personality. 
a  poet  in  verity.  Her  last  hook  has 
confirmed  her  position  as  one  of  the 
few  great  poets  of  the  age. 

Miss  Lowell  has  in  her  amazing 
love  of  peoples  stretched  out  and  gath- 
ered together  between  the  same  cov- 
ers the  quaint  and  poignant  folk 
stories  of  many  countries.  She  inter- 
prets with  the  same  keen  perception. 
tales  of  China  and  New  England. 
So  deep  is  her  insight,  so  true  her  vis- 
ion, that  these  tales  heat  with  the 
heart  of  their  time.  The  first  poem, 
"Memorandum  Confided  by  a  Yucca 
to  a  Passionvinc",  abounds  in  variety 
and  richness  of  detail  with  here  and 
there  flashes  of  an  inimitable  humour. 

The  next  poem  takes  us  to  China 
and  there  by  the  "great  wall"  "the 
crawling  river",  and  the  "ceaseless 
seas"  we  are  told  the  "Legend  of 
Porcelain",  the  weird  story  of  Chou- 
Kiou  who  forgets  to  hang  the  spears 
of  sweet-flag  on  the  door.  This  poem 
especially  reveals  the  grace  and  deli- 
cacy of  Miss  Lowell's  poetic  brush. 
We  are  ravished  by  the  exotic  beauty 
of  the  Chinese  life  which  she  reveals 
to  us  in  breathlesss  and  taut  gusts  of 
wind,  now  cold  as  ice.  now  hot  as  fire. 
We   find   ourselves  reflecting  the  love- 


Miss    Lowell    feels    for    the    exquisite 
porcelains : 

"The   leopard   spotted   yellows, 

The   blues,    powdered    and    infinite    as    a 
mei  plum! 
Glubular  bodies    with  bulbous    mouths; 

Slim,    long   porcelains,   pale   as   the   morn- 
ing  sky 

Fluttered    with   purple   wings  of   finches!" 

Small    wonder    the    color    has    caught 

and  held  us. 

In  "Many  Swans"  Miss  Lowell  re- 
verts to  the  use  of  polyphonic  prose 
as  in  "Con  Grandes  Castle",  but  one 
here  finds  the  repetition  of  rhyme  less 
frequent.  "Many  Swans"  is  woven 
around  a  North  American  sun  legend 
and  we  are  seared  by  the  splendor 
and  horror  of  fire.  The  poem  pro- 
gresses with  a  surprising  up-rush  of 
color    and    movement    like    a    wave — 

until    it     breaks    gray     and     spent — 
****** j  tr-ecj  tQ  jQve  yQU.     |  trje(j  tQ 

be    kind    to    your    people;    why    do 
you  cry?"***** 

"The  Witch  Woman"  throbs  with 
a  dark  inbent  passion.  "****  sne  was 
sweeter  than  red  figs."  Sharp  sil- 
houettes glance  off  from  the  page,  the 
moon  shudders  and  pulses  with  color 
—  "rose"  —  "lily"  —  "purple  orchid." 
The  Witch  Woman  dances  naked — 
the  sea  foam  alive  and  cruel — she 
dances — "  *****  A  skeleton  mounts 
like  a  great  grey  ape"  —  the  sea 
moans !  Seven  pages  are  hardly 
done.  It  is  the  end — the  end  of  a 
brilliant,  extraordinary  poem,  one  of 
the  best  in  the  book,  one  of  the  finest 
written  by  any  modern. 

We  have  slipped  by  the  "The  Fu- 
neral Song  For  An  Indian  Chief." 
It  undoubtedly  is  a  true  picture  of  an 
ancient  custom,  but  this  poem  does 
not  measure  up  to  the  beauty  and  to 


BOOKS  OF  NEW  HAMSHIRE  INTEREST 


the   reality  of   the  other   poems      Bui 

on  to   "The    Ring    and    the    Castle." 
Here    is    a    ballad  liltingly  haunting, 

human  to  the  linger  tips. 

"Gavotte  In'  O  Minor**  whispers 
eerily  into  ones*  eonseiousness.  chimes 
dimly — its  perfume  now  warm,  now 
cold,  holding  one  breathless  an  en- 
tranced. 

"The  Statue  in  the  Garden"  in- 
terprets Julius,  its  hero,  in  a  psycho- 
analytical fashion.  It  progresses  now 
directly  to  a  sharp  etched  emotion, 
now  stealthily  to  the  foot  of  the  statue 
hut  always  the  choking  voire  of  In- 
sanity calls  and  calls  until  at  the  last 
Julius  hreaks  his  bonds  and.  forever 
escapes  the  mad  Voice. 

"Dried  Marjoram"  tells  the  same 
story  as  Rizpah.  It  is  sad  and  human. 
When  it  appeared  in  the  Atlantic 
Monthly  it  was  praised  and  re-prais- 
ed, loved  for  its  intense  human  qual- 
ity. We  sometimes  wish  Miss  Low- 
ell would  write  more  often  with  her 
heart  rather  than  with  her  eyes. 

The  last  two  poems  are  about  Xew 
England.  The  first  —  "Before  the 
Storm,"  Miss  Lowell  says  "***  was, 
an  abiding  fear  of  my  childhood." 
And  well  it  might  be.  We  find  our- 
selves all  of  a  tremble  as  we  read. 
our  ears  strained  to  hear  the  fury  of 
the  storm  and  the  pathetic  ghost-like 
voice  of  the  old  man.  The  second 
poem,  "Four  Sides  to  a  House,"  shows 
great  technical  dexterity  ;  it  carries  us 
forward  with  a  rush  and  a  sickening 
plunge  of  horror  to  the  last  line. 

Looking  hack  on  the  hook  as  a 
whole  we  are  consumed  with  admira- 
tion. Miss  Lowell  lias  flung  a  girdle 
of  words  about  the  earth,  China  **** 

Europe    **** AmerLa.     And    the 

wonder  of  it  is  that  she  has  inter- 
preted each  legend  with  the  particular 
fineness  that  each  country  offers  to 
the  legends  of  the  World. 

— Leighton   Rollins 


sued  by  the  State  Street  Ti      • 
pany  of   Boston,  to  commemorate  '*-• 
tercentenan    of    the    landing    oi     tin 
Pilgrims,  under  the  title  of  T< 
New     England     and     Old     Engl 
Ireland  and  Scotland,  Parts  1  and   II. 
are  to  he  published  on  a  comn 
basis  by  G.    I'..  Putnam's   Sons,    New 
York,     and     thus     become     gei 
available  to  many   who  are   iuten     ■ 
in  their  attractively  presented  subjeel 
matter. 

Mr.  Allan  Forbes,  the  president  of 
the  Trust  Company,  is  responsible 
for  the  good  taste  and  good  sense  dis- 
played in  the  suh.>tance  and  form  of 
these  publications,  the  latest  and  inost 
ambitious  issues  in  a  series  which, 
forms  an  important  addition  to  the 
bibliography  oi  Xew  England  history. 
and  in  these  two  brochures  links  us 
with  the.  old  country  in  bonds  of  in- 
creased mutual  knowledge  and  appre- 
ciation. Exeter.  Portsmouth,  New- 
castle, Rye.  Dublin,  Londonderry  and 
Manchester  are  Xew  Hampshire  places 
to  receive  the  most  attention  in  the 
handsome  pictures  and  text  of  the  two 
volumes  and  the  selection  must  be  con- 
sidered excellent,  though  of  the  towns 
chosen  from  other  Xew  England 
states  to  be  linked  with  old  English 
companions  Andover,  Lath.  Bedford, 
Bridgewater,  Bristol,  Chatham.  Dor- 
chester, Dover,  Groton,  Haverhill, 
Lancaster.  Newbury,  Xew  London, 
North  Hampton,  Plymouth,  Salisbury. 
Sandwich,  Springfield.  Stratford. 
Winchester,  Windsor,  Woodstock, 
are  also  Xew  1  fampshire  names. 


It  is  good  news  that  the  handsome, 
interesting  and  valuable  brochures  is- 


It  is  not  surprising  that  The  blaming 
Forest  (Cosmopolitan  Book  Corpora- 
tion) took  its  place,  immediately  upon 
publication,  at  the  head  of  the  list  of 
"best  sellers."  Its  author,  Mr.  James 
Oliver  Curwood,  has  established  in 
the  last  few  years  a  clientele  of  read- 
ers who  need  only  to  be  assured  by  the 
publishers  that  a  book  is  "Curwood  at 
his  superb  best"  to  flock  to  the  dealers 


be  dis- 

those  who  read  "The  Flaming  Forest" 

(U     o!" 

will  really  enjoy  it  than  of  those  who 

River's 

read   the   other   book,   greater   literary 

t  Men" 

achievement  though  it  doubtless  is. 

even 

relv   to 

404                                         THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

for  copies.  And  they  will  not 
appointed;  for  those  hundr 
thousands  who  liked  "The 
End"  and  "The  Valley  of  Silent 
will  find  "The  Flaming  Fore; 
"more  so"  and  therefore  entire 
their  taste.  There  is  nothing  sub-  The  Tuttle  Company  of  Rutland, 
dned.  reserved  or  repressed  about  Mr.  Vermont,  in  its  recently  issued  cata- 
Curwood's  literary  manner.  lie  does  logue,  advertised  in  the  Granite 
not  hint,  he  hits — and  scores  a  knock  Monthly,  of  hooks,  pamphlets,  manu- 
out,  with  an  case  almost  as  marvelous  scripts,  etc.,  "old.  rare,  curious,  Un- 
as that  of  his  hero.  It  is  an  omni-  usual  and  important,  useful  and  use- 
vorous  American  reading  public  less,"  has  made  a  valuable  addition  to 
which  makes  "Main  Street"  the  best  the  available  authorities  upon  Ver- 
rcllcr  of  one  month  and  "The  Flaming  montiana,  and  it  is  to  be  hoped  that 
Forest"  of  the  next;  but  we  do  not  Mr.  Tuttle  may  decide  to  do  as  much 
know  that  we  feel  like  expressing  with  for  the  sister  state  of  Xew  Hampshire 
any    regret    our    belief    that    more    of  in  the  near  future. 


HOMESICK. 

By  Dean  T.  Wilton 
(Manchester) 

I'm  lonesome  and  homesick  and  weary. 
And  the  heart  within  me  thrills, 
For  a  stroll  thru  the  wooded  pastures, 
Of  old   Xew  Hampshire's  bills. 

Just  a  walk  by  the  little  red  school-house, 
Just  a  glimpse  of  the  old-fashioned  mill. 
Just  a  whiff  of  the  apple  orchard. 
Just  a  night  at  the  farm  on  the  hill. 

Just  to  talk  with  the  birds  by  the  roadside, 
Just  to  hear  my  friend  whip-o-will, 
Just  to  bear  the  chirp  of  the  cricket, 
On  a  night  that  is  peaceful  and  still. 

Just  to  hear  the  swift  running  water, 
Of  the  brook  that  runs  thru  the  lane, 
Just  to  stand  on  the  bridge  and  listen, 
To  the  sounds  of  the  forests  again. 

For  I'm  lonesome  and   homesick  and  weary 
And  the  heart  within  me  thrills, 
For  a  stroll  thru  the  wooded  pastures, 
Of  old   New  Hampshire's  hills. 


NEW  HAMPSHIRE  NECROLOGY 


NATHANIEL    \V.    HO  BBS 

Nathaniel  W.  Hobbs  was  born  in  Bos- 
ton, November- "1,  1S73,  the  son  of  the 
late  Horatio  and  Armenia  (White) 
Hobbs  and  t  he  grandson  of  the  late 
Nathaniel  and  Armenia  S.  White,  and 
died  in  Concord,  August  2.  He  was 
educated  in  the  schools  of  Concord,  at 
Phillips  Academy,  Ahdover,  Mass.,  Yale 
University  and  the  Harvard  Law 
School,  and  after  admission  to  the  New 
Hampshire  bar  practised  law  in  Concord, 
for  a  lime  in  association  with  Hon. 
Henry  F.  Mollis.  He  was  interested  in 
public  affairs  and  served,  successively,  in 
the  old  common  council  of  the  city,  as 
a  ward  alderman  and  alderman-at- 
large.  and  from  1916  to  1918  as  mayor 
of  Concord.  He  was  an  active  Repub- 
lican; a  member  of  various  social  orga- 
nizations, affiliated  with  the  Masonic 
fraternity  and  the  Universalist  church.. 
He  is  survived  by  his  wife,  who  was 
Miss  Mary  L.  Leaver  of  Concord,  by 
his  mother,  and  bv  his  sister,  Miss  Anne 
W.   Hobbs. 


GEN.   HERBERT    E.   TUTHERLY 

General  Herbert  E.  Tutherly  was  born 
in  Claremont,  April  5,  1848.  the  son  of 
William  E.  and  Loretta  C.  (Rossiter) 
Tutherly,  and  died  in  the  same  town 
August  13.  He  attended  Kimball  Union 
Academy  before  entering  the  U.  S. 
Military  Academy  at  West  Point,  where 
he  graduated  in  1872.  He  was  assigned 
to  the  First  U.  S.  Cavalry  and  was  at- 
tached to  that  regiment  for  nearly  30 
years,  being  detailed  for  service  several 
years  as  professor  of  military  science 
and  tactics  at  the  University  of  Vermont 
and  at  Cornell  and  receiving  the  degree 
of  M.  A.  from  the  former  institution. 
During  the  Spanish  American  War  he 
saw  service  in  Cuba,  participating  in 
San  Juan  and  ether  battles.  Trans- 
ferred to  the  inspector  general's  depart- 
ment, he  served  four  years  each  in 
Alaska  and  the  Philippines  and  was  pro- 
moted to  lieutenant  colonel,  the  rank 
which  he  held  upon  his  retirement,  by 
his  own  request,  in  1006.  During  the 
world  war  he  returned  to  the  active  list 
and  was  commissioned  colonel.  In  1911 
he  was  appointed  adjutant  general  of  the 
state  of  New  Hampshire  by  Governor 
Robert  P.  Pass  and  continued  in  that 
position  until  1915.  General  Tutherly 
was  an  authority  on  military  strategy, 
tactics   and    science    and    was    the    author 


of  a  textbook  on  those  subjects  for  the 
use  o;  National  Guardsmen.  He  is  sur- 
vived by  a  son.  George,  three  grand- 
children, and  a  brother,  Major  William. 
Tutherly. 


DR.   FLORENCE   H.  ABBOT 

Dr.  Florance  Hale  Abbot  died  Au- 
gust 1  in  Brookline,  Mass.  She  was  born 
in  Wilton.  Oct.  20.  1SG7,  the  daughter 
of  Harris  and  Caroline  Ann  (Greeley) 
Abbot.  She  attended  the  public  schools 
of  Wilton,  Pembroke  Academy  and 
Gushing    Academy,    was    graduated    from 


■  fa>  ■ 

i 

-  - 

• 

The   late   Florence   H.   Abbot. 

Smith  College  in  1891  and  from  the 
Woman's  Medical  College  of  the  New 
York  Infirmary,  with  the  degree  of  M. 
D..  in  1S96.  She  made  a  specialty  of 
work  with  the  insane  and  was  associated 
with  various  state  and  private  institutions 
as  physician.  She  was  a  member  of 
several  professional  and  collegiate  clubs 
and    associations. 


STEPHEN  KENNY. 

Stephen  Kenny,  born  in  Meredith  in 
1840,  the  son  of  Trueworthy  and  Lettice 
A.  (Bean)  Kenny,  died  at  his  home  in 
Colorado  Springs,  Colorado,  August  5. 
He  was  a   wagon  master  in   the  quarter- 


406 


THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


JAMES   T.    WESTON 

James  T.  Weston,  composer,  and 
writer  of  prose  and  poetry,  a  former 
contributor  to  the  'Granite  Monthly,  died 
at  his  home  in  Hancock.  August  23.     He 


the    world   as   a    sailor    before     the      masl 
and    later   spent    IS   years   in   gold   minin 
in    California  and   Oregon. 


DR.  WILLIAM   W.   HAVES 

Dr.  William  W.  Haves  was  born  in 
Dover.  June  6,  1847.  the  son  of  George 
W.  and  Mary  (Wood)  Haves,  and  died 
there  June  11.  He  graduated  from  the 
Dover  High  school  in  1865  and  in  18/0 
began  the  practice  of  dentistry,  active!} 
continuing  until  his  last  illness'.  He  was 
the  president  of  the  county  dental  as- 
sociation, a  Mason  and  for  many  years 
deacon  in  the  First  Parish  church."  also 
singing  in  the  church  choir.  June  30. 
1891,  he  married  Susan  B.  Morss,  daugh- 
ter of  the  late  Joseph  B.  Morss  of  New- 
buryport,    Mass.,    and    she    survives    him. 


GEOR  G  E  W  E  N  T W  O  RT  H 

George       Wentworth       of       Brookline, 

Mass..  author  of  the  Wentworth  series 
of  mathematical  textbooks,  who  died 
August  26.  at  his  summer  home  in  Oak- 
land, Me.,  v.  as  born  in  Exeter,  Jan.  8, 
186S,  the  son  of  Prof.  George  A.  and 
Emily  (Hatch)  Wentworth.  He  was 
educated  at  Phillips  Exeter  Academy  and 
Harvard  and  lived  in  Exeter  until  a  few 
years  ago.  serving  as  a  member  of  the 
school  board  and  being  prominent  in  the 
life  of  the  town.  A  wife  and  daughter, 
brother    and    sister,    survive    him. 


The  late  James  T.  Weston. 

was  born  in  Stoddard,  May  25,  18rj0.  the 
son  of  William  and  Sarah  (Wilder) 
W  eston,  and  had  lived  in  Hancock  since 
1867.  In  £891  he  married  Emma  Cool- 
idge  of  Hancock,  by  whom  he  is  sur- 
vived. 


JOHN   C.  WESTON 

John  Copeland  Weston,  born  in  Han- 
cock, October  12.  1835,  the  son  of  Wil- 
liam and  Mary  D.  (Copeland)  Weston. 
died  recently  in  Clinton,  Iowa,  where  he 
was  first  cashier  and  then  president  for 
many  years  of  the  Clinton  National 
Bank.     As   a   boy   of    16   he    went   around 


GEORGE    K.    WEBSTER. 

George  Kendall  Webster,  donor  of 
a  public  library  to  his  native  town  of 
Wentworth.  died  June  4  at  his  home  in 
North  Attleboro,  Mass.,  in  his  72nd  year. 
He  was  the  president  of  the  Webster 
Company,  one  of  the  largest  silver  fac- 
tories in  the  country,  and  was  noted  for 
his  generosity  and  public  spirit.  Two 
daughters    survive    him. 


MRS.  LUELLA  M.  WILSON 

Mrs.  Luella  M.  Wilson,  born  in  Ly- 
man in  1841,  died  in  California,  Nov. 
20,  l')20.  She  was  well  known  as  a 
traveller,  lecturer  and  educator,  having 
taught  continuously  for  57  years  and 
being  the  first  woman  in  the  United 
States  elected  superintendent  of  Schools, 
an  office  to  which  she  was  chosen  in 
Des  Moines,  Iowa,  in  1884. 


NEW  HAMPSHIRE  NECROLOGY  40/ 

CLARENCE       M.       WOODBURY  GEORGE    VV.    CLYDE 

Clarence    M.    Woodbury    was    horn    in  Judge    George    W.    Clyde   died    sudden- 

Paxton,  Mass.,  August  20,  1S55.  and  ly  at  his  home  in  Hudson,  June  21.  He 
died  at  Manchester,  August  24.  He  was  horn  m  Dracut,  Mass.,  Oct.  23. 
entered  the  employ  of  the  Manchester  1865,  the  sun  of  the  late  Wilse  and  Han- 
Mills,  afterwards  merged  with  the  Amos-  nah  J.  B.  Clyde,  and  was  educated  at 
keag  Corporation,  in  1874,  and  lor  many  Dean  Academy.  Tufts  College  and  the 
years  was  overseer  oi  cotton  spinning.  Boston  University  Law  School.  He  had 
A     staunch     Republican     in     politics,     he       practiced   his  profession  for  25    years    in 

Nashua  and  was  judge  of  the  Hudson 
police  court.  He  was  a  delegate  to  the 
recent  constitutional  convention,  had 
served  in  the  house  of  representatives 
and  was  the  Republican  candidate  for  the 
stale  senate  in  192n.  He  is  survived  by 
a  widow  and  five  children. 


ERNEST  L.  GRIFFIN 


Ernest    L.    Griffin,    born     in      Franklin, 
June  20.   1870,  the  son  of  George  W..  and 
Adelaide    (Burgess)    Griflin.   died     at     his 
summer    home   at    Rye    Leach,     Aug.     13. 
1         He     was     educated      at      Franklin      High 
school.    Dean    Academy    and     Dartmouth 
I         College,     from     which     he     graduated     in 
I         189-5.     He    then    was    associaed    with    his 
father   in    the   manufacture   of   the   hitter's 
invention,   the   Griffin    hack-saw.     At   col- 
lege he   was  a  member  of  the  Sigma   Chi 
fraternity     and      Sphinx     sen  o;       society 
and    later   became   a   32nd   degree    Mason. 
|  He   played    on    the    'varsity   baseball    team 

4         at   Dartmouth  and  afterwards   was  a   golf 
^    .  ,        ,    ,r|         enthusiast.     He    is    survived    by    his    wife, 
and    one   daughter   and    a    brother,    Ralph 
The  lath   Clarence   M.   Woodbury.  1j-   Griffin,  of  Franklin. 


served  in  both  branches  of  the  city  ^ov- 

ernmentandof  the  legislature    being  sen-  Dr     FREDERIC    W<   JONES 

ator  from  the   1/th  district  at  the  session  J 

of   1919.     He  was   a   member  of   the   Old  Frederic    William    Jones,    M.    D.,    was 

bellows  and   Red   Men.     His  mother  and  born   in    New    Ipswich,   Jan    9     1848    and 

one     brother,     Hon.     Edward     B.     Wood-  di^J    there   July    1.     He    was    educated   at 

bury,   survives  him.  Appleton    Academy.    Dartmouth    college. 

class  of  1869,  and  the  Harvard  and  New 

.....  ,T.,,     rT      L,fTmrn  York  medical   colleges.     He   was  a   mem- 

WILLIAM     H.    PLLMER  her   of   the    legislature   of    1903,   president 

wr-iti          it      t.i               i            •       t,    ,1-  °*   tnc    Mason    Village    savings,  bank   and 

William    H.    Plumer,    born    in    Rollins-  :n(pr.cf.j     •       __„„    i        ,             i           T 

ford,    Sept.    4.    1842.    the    son    of    William  S    '        r  "'   7                 g             »°    f' 

and     Pamelia     (Waldron)     Plumer.    died  ^wbhc  hbrary,  lecture  .cour^,  schools, 

at   his    home   in    Costa    Messa,    California,  '                                              '  '     ■ 

June    18.     Most    of    his    active      life      was  

spent    at    Maxwell,    Nebraska,    where    he' 

was  engaged  extensively  in  the  hay  and  ELISHA  F.  LANE 
cattle  business  and  for  for  years  vice- 
president  of  the  Maxwell  State  Bank,  of  Elisha  Frederick  Lane  one  of  Keene's 
which  his  daughter  was  cashier.  Since  oldest  and  wealthiest  residents,  died 
retiring  from  business  a  few  years  ago  July  15.  He  was  born  in  Swanzey, 
he  had  lived  in  California.  Mr.  Plumer  April  29,  1826,  the  son  of  Ezekiel  and 
married  Elizabeth  C,  daughter  of  Rachael  Thayer  (Fish)  Lane.  He  was 
Oliver  and  Mary  (Cressy)  Ycaton,  of  early  engaged  in  the  manufacture  of 
Roilinsford,  and  she  survives   him.  pails  at    Marlboro,    but    since     1859    had 


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resided  in  Keene,  where  he  was  largely 
interested  in  real  estate,  railroads  and 
banking.  During  the  Civil  Wai  he  was 
an  assessor  and  deputy  collector  of  taxes 
and  from  1870  to  1S73  was  sheriff  of 
Cheshire  county.  He  was  a  member  of 
the  Masonic  order  and  of  the  Congrega- 
tional church,  which  he  libcralh  sup- 
ported, as  lie  did  the  Y.  M.  C.  A.  By 
his  will  his  large  estate  goes  eventually 
to  these  and  other  religious  and  philan- 
thropic agencies. 


JAMES  B.  CROWLEY. 

James  Benedict  Crowley  of  Nashua 
died  suddenly,  August  20,  at  the  home 
of  a  friend  in  Bethel,  Me.  He  was  born 
in  Nashua.  Nov.  19,  1866,  the  son  of 
Timothy  B.  and  Mary  F.  (Danahy) 
Crowley,  and  graduated  from  the  high 
school  of  that  city,  where  he  was  sub- 
sequently engaged  in  the  insurance  busi- 
ness to  the  time  of  his  death.  For  four 
years  he  was  chief  clerk  in  the  U.  5. 
pension    office    at    Concord.     He    was    for 


The  late  James  B.  Crowley. 

12  years  police  commissioner  of  Nashua 
and  from  1915  to  1920  the  mayor  of  the 
city.  He  was  past  state  deputy  of  the 
Knights  of  Columbus;  member  of  the 
Foresters  of  America,  Ancient  Order  of 
Hibernians  and  Sons  of  Veterans;  presi- 
dent of  the  Nashua  Oratorio  Society, 
treasurer  of  the  Na?'uua  Hospital  Asso- 
ciation   and    O'Donnell    Memorial     Asso- 


ciation, director  of  the  Second  Nation?.! 
Bank,  trustee  of  the  City  Guaranty  Sav- 
ings Bank,  member  of  the  Nashua 
Country  Club  and  Rotary  Club.  He  is 
survived  by  his  brother,  Timothy  A. 
Crowley  of  Nashua,  and  two  sisters, 
Miss  Sadie  1.  Crowlev  of  Nashua  and 
Mrs.  Peter  Reifly  of  Lowell,  Mass.  He 
never  married. 


NORMAN    H.   BEANE 

Norman  H.  Bearie,  born  in  Newing 
ton,  June  13,  1876,  the  son  of  Henry  am 
Marguerite     (Newhall)      Beane,     died     a 


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The  late   Norman    H.   Beane. 

Portsmouth,  July  1.  He  succeeded  his 
father  as  superintendent  of  the  Rocking- 
ham county  farm  at  Brentwood  and  con 
ducted  that  office  successful}'  for  10 
years,  when  he  resigned,  in  1907,  and  en- 
gaged in  the  men's  clothing  and  boot  and 
shoe  business  in  Portsmouth,  where  he 
was  a  popular  and  prominent  citizen. 
A  Republican  in  politics,  he  was  elected 
county  commissioner  for  nine  years  from 
1911  and  served  as  chairman  of  the 
board.  At  the  time  of  his  death  he  was 
serving  his  third  term  in  the  city  coun- 
cil and  had  been  mentioned  for  mayor. 
Mr.  Beane  was  a  member  of  the  var- 
ious Masonic  bodies,  of  the  I.  O.  O.  F., 
Grange,  Elks,  Jr.  O.  U.  A.  M.,  Yacht 
and    Gun    Clubs,    the    Portsmouth    Ath- 


NEW  HAMPSHIRE  NECROLOGY  409 

letic      Club      and       the       Congregational  council    and    legislature;     had      held      the 

church,     h  is  said  of  him  that  he  was  "a  highest    offices    in     the     various    Masonic 

man    of    capacity   and     worth,    genial,      of  bodies  of  the  city;  and   was  a  member  of 

attractive   qualities   and  a   citizen   of   pub-  the    I.    O.    O.    F„   and    Methodist   church. 

lie    spirit."      Mr.     Beane      married       Mi>s  He   is    survived   by   his   wife,    two   sons. 

Belle    Prescott.   of    Epping.    who   survives  Lieutenant    Colonel    William     E.      Hunt. 

him.   as   do   live   sisters   and   a   brother.  U.    S.    A.,    of    Washington,     D.    C.     and 

Major     Charles    E.    Hunt.      U.   S.    A.,      of 


Fort    Leavenworth,     Kansas      and      three 
[randchiklren. 


MALCOLM    L.  BRADLEY 
Malcolm    L.   Bradley,   widely  known  a; 
an    actor,     especially      of      Shakespearean 

roles,    died    lulv    7    at    Manchester.        He  CHA.RLES    T     McNATl  V 

was    born    at     Kecne    60    yea-    ago,    hut  Ch^,         Thompson     McNallv,    horn    in 

came  to  Manchester  as  a    boy    and    was       s,>r;ngfie,d;     lU<    Sept.    s      1853     the    son 
educated  there.        His  most   notable  stage  }    v, .r,. .     ,.    T1,„m„   '„       '  ,     c,'   l     ,  T,    „ 


appearances    were    in    support    of    South- 


sistcr, 
ter. 


Parker    Thompson    and    Sarah    (B< 

nctt)    McNally.    died    suddenly   at    Berlin. 

rrn  and  Marlowe.     During   the  past  year  j  u      p  ;  ,      4Q       J    he 

he  had  taken     part  in     some     important  prominent    citizen    oi    Groveton,    engag- 

rnoving  pictures,  including  Barnes     Sen-  j        .       h     wholesak  am!  retai,  nR.at'and 

-•d     lummy         He   is   survived   by   a  *;       b.Jsi  in    lumbering    and    hotel 

Mrs.   L.   i,.   Bodwell,   of   Manches-  n;a!la.,,ment,    in    thc    !nstaiiation    of    the 

electric   light   plant  and   water   works,  and 

TACUIT.    „-    unVT  »"     hanking,     being     the     organizer     and 

jUSrlUA    w  .    tiLAi  president   of   the    Coo.s     County     National 

Joshua    W.     Hunt,      77,      well      known  Bank.     He  served  in  the   Legislature  and 

Nashua   grain   merchant  for  30  years   and  for   many     years    as    selectman.        A   few 

prominent    in    the     Masonic     order,     died  years   ago   he   removed   to   Berlin   because 

August    16.     He    was    a     native   of    Penn-  of     business     interests.     He     is     survived 

sylvania.   but  had   lived   in     Nashua    since  by   his   widow  and   three   children,    Elbert 

childhood.        During    the    Civil     War,     he  N.,   of   St.   Johnsbury,   Vt.,    Mrs.   Thomas 

was  a  member  of  the   First   N.  H.  Heavy  Donohue   of    Berlin   and    Charles     C,      of 

Artillery.      He    had     served     in     the     citv  Groveton. 


AN  ODE  TO  NEW  HAMPSHIRE. 

By  Louise  Piper  IVemple 
(Concord) 
From  the  swirling  sand-  of  the  desert. 

From  the  storm  tossed  northern  sea, 
From,  dower  decked  tropic  jungle. 

Homeward,  our  thoughts  turn  to  thee. 

There  is  peace  in  the  fragrant  meadows. 

With  daisies   and   buttercups    strewn. 
Where  thc  only  sounds  are  the  wild  birds'  notes, 

And  the  brooklet's  plaintive  croon. 

There  is  rest  in  each  white  village. 

That  sfnmbers  a  top  of  the  hill, 
Where  the  old  time  church  holds  memories, 

And  simple  faith  lives  still. 

There  are  quiet  woods  by  the  crystal  lakes. 

With  pine  sweet  banks,  where  shadows  lie, 

And  each  little  leaf  and  twig  and  flower 
Reflected,  blends  with  the  azure  sky. 

But  fairer  still  are  the  mountains. 

From  man  aloof, apart, 

Snow  crowned  and  Heaven  aspiring, 

New  Hampshire's  rugged  heart. 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


Vol.  LI  II. 


OCTOBER,   1921 


No.  10 


CONSTITUTION  DAY 

Celebration  Luj  trie  New  Hampshire  Sociehj,    S.  A.  R.,  Sept.   17,   1021 


The  National  Society  of  the  pat- 
riotic order,  known  as  the  Sons  of  the 
American  Revolution,  lias  been  deep- 
ly interested  for  some  years  past,  in 
promoting,  through  the  various  State 
Societies,  the  appropriate  celebration 
of  ''Constitution  Day,"  on  the  anni- 
versary of  the  adoption  and  signing 
of  the  Constitution  of  the  United 
States  by  the  Convention  which  fram- 
ed it.  at  Philadelphia,  Pa.,  September 
17.    1787. 

Several  of  the  State  Societies  had 
already  established  the  custom  of 
properly  observing  the  memorable 
day,  which  is  of  equal  importance  in 
American  history  with  the  Fourth  of 
July  or  "Independence  Day,"  but  it 
was  not  until  the  present  year  that  the 
New  Hampshire  Society  took  action 
in    the   premises. 

At  its  last  annual  meeting,  April  17, 
the  society  voted  to  hold  a  formal  cel- 
ebration of  the  day  in  Concord,  and 
a  committee  of  three,  consisting  of 
Henry  H.  Metcalf,  Charles  E.  Staniels 
and  Will  B.  Howe,  was  appointed  by 
the  President — Ashley  K.  Hardy  of 
Hanover —  to  make  the  necessary  ar- 
rangements. The  committee  proceed- 
ed to  the  performance  of  its  duties,  the 
must  important  object  being  to  secure 
the  services,  as  orator  of  the  day,  of 
a  competent  person  for  the  perform- 
ance of  the  task.  Hon.  Edgar  Aid- 
rich,  Judge  of  the  U.  S.  District  Court 
for  New  Hampshire,  had  tentatively 
accepted  an  invitation  to  perform  the 
service  in  question,  when  he  met  with 
the  accident  that  eventually  resulted  in 
his  death  and  it  was  not  till  shortly 
before  the  recent  recess  of  Congress 


that  he  finally  gave  notice  of  his  in- 
ability  to  render  the  service   required. 

The  Congressional  recess,  liberating 
from  the  public  service  for  a  time 
the  members  of  the  New  Hampshire 
delegation,  opened  the  way  for  secur- 
ing a  substitute  for  the  service,  in  the 
person  of  hi  on.  Sherman  E.  Burroughs 
of  Manchester,  representative  in  Con- 
gress from  the  First  New  Hampshire 
District,  whose  legal  training,  schol- 
arly attainments  and  an  intimate  know- 
ledge of  state  and  national  history. 
admirably  qualified  him  for  the  work. 

The  hall  of  the  House  of  Repre- 
sentatives, in  the  State  House,  was 
decided  to  be  the  proper  place  in  which 
to  hold  the  observance  and  His  Ex- 
cellency, Governor  Albert  O.  Brown, 
kindly  consented  upon  invitation,  to 
ssrve  as  president  of  the  day. 

The  co-operation  of  Rum  ford 
Chapter.  Daughters  of  the  American 
Revolution,  Mrs.  E.  Scott  Owen, 
Regent,  was  secured,  which  or- 
ganization, through  the  chairman  of 
its  music  committee.  Miss  Ada  M. 
Aspinwall,  arranged  the  musical  part 
of  the  programme.  The  hour  of  11 
o'clock,  a.  iti.,  was  fixed  for  the 
opening  of  the  exercises,  which  had 
been  extensively  advertised  in  the 
press   and   otherwise. 

Shortly  after  the_  hour  designated 
the  audience  assembled  in  the  hall, 
which,  it  must  be  admitted  was  dis- 
appointingly small,  was  called  to  order 
by  the  president  of  the  society,  Prof. 
Hardy,  who  said : 

Before  I  have  the  honor  of  pre- 
senting Governor  Brown  as  the  chair- 
man of  this  occasion   it  will,  I  think. 


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be  appropriate  to  say  a  few  words 
regarding  the  origin  and  purposes  of 
Constitution  Day. 

The  year  J(»I7.  in  which  we  en- 
tered the  World  War,  witnessed  a 
very  general  arid  salutary  reassertion 
of  basic  American  principles.  Loyal, 
thoughtful  Americans,  from,  whatever 
race  descended,  of  whatever  religions 
creed  and  political  affiliation,  found 
a  common  rallying-point  in  the  doc- 
trines and  form  of  our  national 
government.     It   was   in   that   year  of 


Prof.  Ashley  K.  Hardy, 
President  of   the   N.   H.   Society,   S.  A.   R. 

1917,  when  we  all  at  last  saw  that  the 
heritage  handed  down  from  the  fath- 
ers of  the  republic  was  in  danger  from 
a  foreign  enemy,  that  the  Sons  of 
the  American  Revolution  inaugurated 
the  observation  of  Constitution  Day, 
September  seventeenth,  the  day  on 
which  one  hundred  and  thirty  years 
before  the  great  work  of  creanrig  the 
Constitution  of  the  United  States 
was  brought  to  a  close.  The  idea  of 
commemorating  this  most  significant 
anniversary  in  our  national  life  by  ap- 


propriate exercises  has  spread  rap- 
idly, until  now  the  occasion  is  marked 
by  many  thousands  of  local  celebra- 
tions. 

Today  we  hold  the  first  formal  pub- 
lic observance  of  Constitution  Day  in 
New  Hampshire,  and  we  trust  it  will 
be  the  precursor  of  many  annual 
commemorations  in  this  and  other  cit- 
ies of   the   state. 

I  now  take  pleasure  in  introducing 
as  President  of  the  Day,  His  Excel- 
lency, .Albert  O.  Brown,  Ciovernor  of 
New  Hampshire. 

Prayer  was  then  offered  by  the 
chaplain  of  the  society.  Rev.  Joseph 
Presbey  of  Grasmere,  following 
which  Mrs.  Josephine  J.  Rolfe  of 
Concord,  contralto  of  the  Hanover  St. 
Congregational  church  of  Manchester, 
sang  effectively  two  solos :  "The 
Americans  Come"  (Foster)  and 
"There  Is  No  Death"  (O'Hara,)  ac- 
companied  by    Miss   Ruth    Bailey. 

Governor  Brown  then  gave  the  fol- 
lowing introductory  address : 

.THE  PRESIDENT'S  ADDRESS 

A  little  more  than  a  year  and  a 
half  ago,  standing  in  this  very  place, 
but  acting  in  a  different  capacity,  I 
made  these  remarks:  "New  Hamp- 
shire enjoys  the  unique  distinction  of 
having  possessed  the  first  written  con- 
stitution adopted  by  any  of  the  Amer- 
ican colonies.  This  was  followed  in 
a  few  months  by  a  Declaration  of  In- 
dependence, which  was  the  first  au- 
thoritative and  formal  statement  on 
the  part  of  any  colony  to  renounce  al- 
legiance to  the  British  crown.  At  the 
time  these  instruments  were  promul- 
gated, the  war  of  the  revolution  had 
long  been  in  progress.  Major  Sulli- 
van and  his  men  had  made  the  first 
armed  attack  upon  the  military  pow- 
er of  England.  They  had  reduced 
Fort  William  and  Mary  at  Newcastle, 
imprisoned  the  garrison,  removed  the 
guns  and  transferred  a  hundred  bar- 
rels of  powder  to  Durham.  And 
this   powder   later   conveyed    to   Cam- 


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bridge,  had  been  burned  at  Bunker 
11  ill.  where  New  Hampshire  farmers 
and  woodsmen  constituted  a  majority 
of  the  Colonial  troops."  It  ma\  now 
he  added  that  to  them,  more  than  te> 
all  ctliers  engaged,  belongs  the  glory 
of  that  victory  in  defeat. 

AJs  New  Hampshire  began  the  open- 
sing  of  the  war  at  I  'ortsmouth,  so.  also 
.-he  began  its  closing  at  Bennington. 
Jt  was  there  that  resistance  to  our 
arms  reached  its  peak  and  began  its 
decline.     New  Hampshire  men  fought 


Guvkkxor  Albert   O.   Bkowx. 

in  every  campaign  and  almost  every 
battle  of  the  Revolution.  Consider- 
ing the  charaeU-r  and  the  timeliness 
of  their  serviees,  it  may  well  he 
doubted  whether  the  people  of  any 
state  did  more  than  those  of  our 
own  to  gain  independence  and  pave 
the  way  for  the  Constitution.  And 
none  were  more  faithful  in  the  con- 
vention that  drafted  that  instrument. 
Therefore  it  was  not  inappropriate 
that  to  them  should  fall  the  high  priv- 
ilege of  casting  the  deciding  vote  for 
its    ratification.     That  vote    was  soon 


followed  by  those  of  the  four  remain- 
ing states.  "Thus  was  achieved," 
says    fudge   Story,  "another  and   still 

more  glorious  triumph  in  the  cause 
of  national  liberty  than  even  that 
which  separated  us  from  the  mother 
country." 

Hut,  as  adopted,  the  constitution 
was  in  a  practical  sense  largely  "with- 
out form  and  void."  It  remained  for 
New  Hampshire's,  I  had  almost  said 
America's,  greatest  son,  to  convert  it. 
after  a  generation  of  weakness  and 
comparative  failure,  by  a  series  of 
immortal  arguments  covering  many 
years,  into  an  instrument  of  the 
highest  utility  and  importance.  One 
by  one,  in  a  sympathetic  court,  a  re- 
luctant Senate,  or  the  wider  forum  of 
the  people,  Mr.  Webster  undertook 
the  great  problems  of  construction 
and  carried  them  to  a  wise  and  per- 
manent solution. 

If  it  was  difficult  to  formulate  a 
fundamental  law  out  of  comprom- 
ises, it  was  next  to  impossible  to  in- 
terpret it  correctly.  This  task  could 
only  he  per  formed,  we  may  be  ex- 
cused  for  believing,  upon  a  back- 
ground of  birth,  education  and  in- 
tellectual power  and  aptitude  such  as 
the  "great  expounder  of  the  Consti- 
tution"   alone    possessed. 

New  Hampshire,  conspicuous  in  the 
events  that  led  up  to  the  Constitu- 
tion, faithful  in  the  convention  that 
framed  it,  timely  in  its  ratification 
and  eminent  in  its  interpretation, 
may  well  celebrate  this  day  as  an 
anniversary  of  one  of  the  greatest 
achievements   of    the    world. 

Following  the  address  of  the  pres- 
ident, Mrs.  Rolfe  and  Miss  Martha 
L.  James  sang  as  a  duet,  "Good 
Night,"  by  Moore,  after  which,  in 
felicitous  terms,  the  president  intro- 
duced  the   orator   of    the   day. 

He  said :  I  have  known  the  orator 
of  the  day  for  many  years.  I  long 
practiced  law  with  him,  as  a  member 
of  the  same  bar.  Sometimes  we  were 
associated  in  the  trial  of  cases.     Much 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


more  frequently,  however,  we  were 
opposed  to  each  other  in  that  gentle. 
exercise.  1  have  followed  his  career 
in  public  as  well  as  private  life  and  I 
have  learned  to  respect  him  for  his 
character  and  to  admire  him  tor  his 
ability.  I  am  sorry  that  because  of 
his  preference,  already  expressed.  1 
shall  not  have  the  privilege  of  again 
supporting  him  as  my  candidate  to 
represent  the  first  district  of  New 
Hampshire  in  the  Congress  of  die 
United  States.  1  present  the  Hon- 
orable   Sherman    E.    Burroughs. 

Mr.  BtiFFough's  Address. 

It  is  indeed  singularly  fitting  and 
appropriate    that    this    New    Hamp- 


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Si'   p  •'  *n  E.  BiRRoucji-:,  M.  C. 


shire  Society  of  the  Sons  of  the 
American  Revolution  should  ob- 
serve this  day.  No  State  in  the 
Union  has  a  more  splendid  record 
in  connection  with  the  establish- 
ment and  maintenance  of  constitu- 
tional government  in  America  than 
the  State  of  New  Hampshire.  It 
was  here  that  the  earliest  expres- 
sion of  the  growing  sentiment 
for    independence    was    proclaimed. 


Here  was  committed  the  first  act  of 
open  defiance,  of  armed  resistance, 
to  the  pretensions  of  British  rule. 
It  was  here  that  the  first  consti- 
tution known  in  America  for  the 
government  of  a  free  people  was 
formulated  and  established.  Here, 
too,  within  a  few  feet  of  where  we 
are  now  assembled,  was  taken  the 
momentous  action  that  made  certain 
the  adoption  of  the  Federal  Consti- 
tution, and  the  consequent  develop- 
ment in  territory  and  population 
and  wealth  and  power  and  glory  of 
the  Great  Republic.  Nor  should  it 
be  forgotten  that  when  the  great 
principle  of  nationality,  supposed 
to  have  been  written  into  this  Con- 
stitution, was  challenged  in  the  great 
forum  of  the  Nation,  it  was  a  son 
of  New  Hampshire  whose  luminous 
and  eloquent  exposition  gave  form 
and  expression  to  the  national  senti- 
ment of  his  people.  As  the  Marseil- 
laise, in  words  and  music,  burned 
with  the  spirit  of  the  French  Rev- 
olution and  inspired  the  armies 
which  swept  over  Europe,  so  the 
loic  and  eloquence  of  the  Great  Ex- 
pounder of  the  Constitution  were 
heard  again  in  the  deep  roar  of  the 
Union  guns  from  Sumter  to  Appo- 
mattox. 

When  the  New  Hampshire  Con- 
vention, on  June  21,  1788,  voted  to 
ratify  the  new  constitution,  the  de- 
cisive step  was  taken  toward  the 
formation  of  "a  more  perfect  Union" 
between  the  States.  Few  realized 
the  full  significance  of  what  had 
been  done.  Nine  states  had  volun- 
tarily withdrawn  from  one  govern- 
ment and  transferred  their  allegiance 
to  another.  Two  others  soon  did 
likewise,  but  Rhode  Island  and 
North  Carolina  refused  to  give  their 
assent  to  the  Constitution  and  until 
June,  1790,  remained  outside  the 
Constitution  as  sovereign,  independ- 
ent .states.  The  articles  of  Confeder- 
ation had  purported  to  be  "Articles 
of  Perpetual  Union"  and  might  be 
amended  only  by  the  unanimous  ac- 


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4i; 


tion  of  all  the  Confederated  States; 
hence  this  action  of  the  eleven  states 

in  making  radical  revision  of  the 
Constitution  and  excluding  their  as- 
sociates for  refusal  to  assent,  was 
revolution  pure  and  simple.  It  could 
he  justified  only  upon  the  the  ground 
of  the  urgent  necessity  of  the  case, 
and  was  in  fact  placed  upon  that 
ground  by  Hamilton.  Madison  and 
others.  Hamilton  had  in  truth  stat- 
ed the  case  none  too  strongly  when 
he  said  that  we  '  had  reached  almost 
the  last  step  of  national  humiliation. 
Constant  and  unblushing  violation 
of  the  most  sacred  obligations  ;  im- 
portant posts  in  the  possession  of  a 
foreign  power  which  ought  long 
since  to  have  been  surrendered  and 
neither  troops,  treasury  nor  govern- 
ment adecpiate  even  to  remonstrate 
with  dignity;  excluded  from  a  free 
participation  in  the  navigation  of  the 
Mississippi  river  to  which  by  nature 
and  compact  we  were  entitled  ;  pub- 
lic credit  gone,  commerce  at  the  low- 
est point  of  declension,  our  embassa- 
dors abroad  the  mere  pageant  of 
mimic  sovereignity,5'  those  are  a  few 
only  of  the  particulars  in  what  Ham- 
ilton calls  the  dark  catalogue  of  our 
public  misfortunes.  What  wonder 
then  that  he  boldly  declared  that 
something  was  "necessary  to  be 
done  to  rescue  us  from  impending 
anarchy."  These,  too  must  have 
been  some  of  the  things  in  the  mind 
of  John  Quincy  Adams,  when  he  said 
at  a  later  time  that  the  Constitution 
"had  been  extorted  from  the  grind- 
ing necessities  of  a  reluctant 
people." 

Eleven  years  after  the  colonies 
declared  their  independence  ;  twenty- 
six  years  after  James  Otis  in  the 
Superior  Court  at  Boston,  speaking 
in  opposition  to  Writs  of  Assistance, 
delivered  the  oration  wherein,  John 
Adams  declared.  "American  inde- 
pendence was  born"  ;  twenty-two 
years  after  the  passage  of  the  Stamp 
Act,  when  Patrick  Henry  in  the  Vir- 
ginia House  of     Burgesses,     hurled 


back  at  the  British  Kin-  the  defiance 
of  these  colonies;  one  hundred  and 
thirty-four  years  ago  today,  the  pres- 
ent Constitution  of  the  United  States 
was  adopted  at  Philadelphia.  The 
deliberations  of  the  convention  there 
assembled  were  begun  nearly  four 
months  earlier  when  the  delegates 
from  seven  States  had  organized  and 
chosen  George  Washington  as  their 
president.  The  convention  was  in 
session   one   hundred  days. 

Of  the  fifty-fix  e  delegates  com- 
prising its  membership,  twenty-nine 
were  university  men.  graduates  of 
Harvard.  Yale,  Columbia,  Princeton, 
Oxford  and  Edinburgh.  Washing- 
ton and  Franklin,  for  supreme  in- 
telligence and  distinguished  service 
to  the  patriot  cause,  were  easily  at 
the  head.  Washington  ,  to  whose 
earnest  efforts  the  Convention  was 
largely  due,  was  then  55  years  old  ; 
Franklin  was  81.  The  two  most 
profound  and  original  thinkers  were 
yet  young  men.  Hamilton  was  30, 
Madison  36.  The  delegates  from 
New  Hampshire  were  John  Lang- 
don  and  Nicholas  Gilman,  the  latter 
at  25  being  the  youngest  member  of 
the  Convention,  and  the  former  al- 
ready known  as  one  of  the  two  most 
influential  citizens  of  the  state,  and 
later  to  be  its  Governor  and  first 
United  States  Senator.  Among 
others  in  the  Convention  who  pos- 
sessed force,  learning  and  ability 
were  Elbridge  Gerry  of  Massachu- 
setts, the  two  Morrises  from  Penn- 
sylvania, and  John  Randolph  and 
George  Mason  from  Virginia.  Al- 
together it  was  the  most  remarka- 
ble group  of  men  ever  associated  in 
any  governmental,  activity.  James 
Madison,  who  knew  intimately  al- 
most every  member  of  the  Conven- 
tion, who  was  never  absent  even  for 
a  single  day  from  its  meetings  and 
whose  journal  is  the  only  authori- 
tative record  of  its  proceedings,  near 
the  close  of  his  life  thus  wrote  of  its 
membership  : 

"I  feel  it  my  duty  to  express  my 


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THE  GRANrTE  MOXTHLY 


solemn  conviction,  derived  from  mv 
intimate  opportunity  of  observing 
and    appreciating    the    views  of  the 

convention,  thai  there  never  was  an 
assembly  of  men.  charged  with  a 
great  and  arduous  trust  who  were 
more  pine  in  then-  motives  or  more 
anxiously  devoted  to  the  object 
committed  to  them  than  were  the 
members  of  the  Federal  Conven- 
tion of  1787." 

The  utmost  anxiety  attended  the 
meeting  of  the   delegates,   many   of 
them  were  slow  to  arrive.     It  was  a 
week  after  the  day  fixed  before  even 
seven  of  the  thirteen  States  were  rep- 
resented.    Members   who   came  ap- 
peared   anxious    and    apprehensive. 
They    realized   fully   that   the    work 
they   were   undertaking  was   vitally 
important   and   of  tremendous   diffi- 
culty.    Indeed  the  difficulties  to  be 
overcome    .seemed    Insurmountable. 
The    Confederacy     had    failed.     Its 
requisitions  had  been  refused  by  the 
States.     Commercial  rivalry  and  dis- 
cord   were    pronounced  .     Open    re- 
bellion   had    appeared,    treaties  had 
been  violated  and  some  of  the  States 
were  threatening  foreign  alliances. 
_  Confidence  grew   in   the   Conven- 
tion, however,  with  conference  and 
debate.     Evidences  of  impending  an- 
archy drew  the  delegates  together. 
There  was  great  divergence  of  opin- 
ion,   but  there    was    also    complete 
singleness  of  purpose.     Compromise 
ended    every    serious    disagreement. 
The  wonder  is  not  that  differences 
existed,  but  tint  concessions  on  such 
great    issues    should    have    been  so 
easily    obtained.     No    other   assem- 
bly of    like  character    in    all  history 
.  ever  exhibited  greater  wisdom,  mod- 
eration,   courage    or  more  unselfish 
patriotism. 

Once  when  the.  prospect  seemed 
dark,  Washington,  addressing  his  as- 
sociates, said: 

"It  is  possible  that  no  plan  that  we 
propose  will  be  adopted.  Perhaps 
another  dreadful  conflict  is  to  be  sus- 
tained.    If   to   please  the   people  we 


•  •her  what  we  ourselves  disapprove 
how  can  we  afterwards  defend  our 
work?  Let  us  here  raise  a  standard 
to  which  tin-  wise  and  honest  can 
repair;  the  event  is  in  the  hand  of 
God." 

Such  was  the  spirit  and  such  the 
high  resolve  of  the  Convention,  and 
out  of  it  was  born  the  Constitution. 
It  will  not  be  expected  that  I 
should  attempt  a  detailed  analvsis  of 
the  Constitution  in  this  address.  A 
general  characterization  will  be  suf- 
ficient. 

The  great,  distinguishing  charac- 
teristic of  our  nationality,  pro- 
claimed in  the  Declaration  of  Inde- 
pendence and  established  in  the 
Constitution,  was  that  all  legitimate 
power  resides  in,  and  is^derived 
from,  the  people.  This  sublime 
truth,  to  us  so  self-evident,  so 
simple,  so  obvious,  was  before  that 
time  measurablv  undeveloped  in  the 
history  of  the  world.  As  has  been 
well   said. 

'"Philosophers,  in  their  dreams, 
had  built  ideal  governments,  Plato 
had  luxuriated  in  the  happiness  of 
his  fanciful  republic.  Sir  Thomas 
More  had  revelled  in  the  bright  vis- 
ions of  his  Utopia.  The  immortal 
Milton  had  uttered  his  sublime 
views  on  freedom,  and  the  great 
Locke  had  published  his  profound 
speculations  on  the  true  principles 
of  government.  But  never,  until  the 
establishment  of  American  inde- 
pendence, was  it.  except  in  very  im- 
perfect modes,  acknowledged  by  a 
nation  and  made  the  corner-stone 
and  foundation  of  its  goverment 
that  the  sovereign  power  is  vested 
in  the  mass." 

The  makers  of  the  Constitution 
set  up  a  democracy  and  at  the  same 
time  created  a  strong  government. 
They  made  the  President  responsible 
to  the  people,  but  they  gave  him 
more  power  than  is  exercised  by 
English  Kings.  They  sought  always 
to  secure  the  free  exercise  of  the 
people's  will,  but  at  the  same  time 


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they  placed  obstacles  in  the  path  to 
sudden  action  impelled  by  passion, 
great  excitement  or  deep  resent- 
ment.    They   made   the   will   of   the 

people  supreme,  but  they  were  care- 
ful to  provide  that  their  real  will  and 
consided  judgment,  and  not 
transient  impulse  should  be  ascer- 
tained. They  had  for  their  oracle 
of  political  philosophy  the  treat- 
ise of  Montesquieu  on  the  Spirit  of 
Laws,  which  had  been  published 
anonymously  at  Geneva  forty  years 
before,  and  had  won  its  way  to  an 
immense  authority  on  both  sides  of 
the  ocean.  But  these  men  were  not 
mere  theorists.  They  knew  the 
history  and  experience  of  the  dem- 
ocratic movement  in  Europe,  and 
they  undertook  to  establish  here  a 
form  of  government  that  should  be 
practical  and  workable.  They  adopt- 
ed neither  the  extreme  theory 
of  liberty  nor  the  extreme  theory 
of  democracy.  On  the  contrary, 
they  set  up  barriers  against  the  ex- 
cesses of  individual  liberty  on  the 
one  hand,  and  .still  more  important, 
against  the  excesses  of  unrestricted 
powers  of  the  majority  on  the  other. 
They  kept  the  Executive,  legisla- 
tive and  judicial  functions  of  the 
government  separate  and  distinct. 
They  set  up  a  law  making  body 
with  two  chambers  and  gave  the 
President  a  limited  veto  power. 
They  made  the  adoption  of  amend- 
ments to  the  Constitution  a  slowr 
and  difficult  process  to  prevent 
hasty  and  illconsidered .  changes 
in  our  fundamental  law.  Beyond 
question  their  most  unique  and  orig- 
inal work  is  found  in  the  Supreme 
Court,  that  "peaceful  and  vener- 
able arbitrator"'  designed  to  keep 
the  executive  and  legislative  de- 
partments within  their  consitu- 
tional  bounds,  and  to  protect  the 
rights  of  the  people  from  usurpation 
and  encroachment.  De  Tocqueville 
said  that  a  more  imposing  judicial 
power  than    the  Supreme  Court   of 


the  United  States  was  never  consti- 
tuted  by  any  people. 

H  has  been  said  that  ours  is  a 
"government  of  laws  and  not  of 
men.*'  This  means  that  no  man's 
authority,  no  exercise  of  power  of 
any  sort  shall  deprive  the  citizen 
of  his  life,  his  liberty,  or  his  pro- 
perty without  "'due  process  of  law.'" 
It  denies  the  right  to  exercise  arbi- 
rary  power.  It  places  the  law 
above  kings  and  governors  and 
presidents  above  generals  and 
armies  and  military  power;  above 
all  earthly  authority  not  exercised 
under  and  in  accordance  with  the 
Constitution. 

Judged  by  accepted  standards  our 
Constitution  is  the  most  scientific 
of  any  ever  created.  It  is  the 
strongest  charter  of  liberty  that  ever 
was  written.  It  has  long  been  the 
acknowledged  model  of  fundamental 
law.  Never  before  was  a  system  of 
government  so  wisely  conceived,  so 
comprehensive  in  its  scope,  so 
democratic  in  its  operations,  so  re- 
gardful of  the  rights  of  the  people, 
so  adjustable  to  the  progress  and 
expansion  of  a  great  Nation. 

Abraham    Lincoln  said  of  it: 

"A  majority  held  in  restraint  by 
Constitutional  checks  and  limita- 
tions, and  always  changing  easily 
with  deliberate  changes  of  popular 
opinion  and  sentiment  is  the  only 
true  sovereign  of  a  free  people." 

Again  he  said : 

"Nowdiere  in  the  world  is  pre- 
sented a  government  of  so  much 
liberty  and  equality.  To  the  hum- 
blest and  poorest  amongst  us  are 
held  out  the  highest  privileges  and 
positions." 

Mr.  Gladstone;  the  greatest  Eng- 
lish statesman  of  the  last  century, 
characterized  our  Constitution  as 
the  "most  wonderful  work  ever 
struck  off  at  a  given  time  by  the 
brain  and  purpose  of  man." 

Mr.  Bryce,  author  of  the  best 
commentar}'  ever  written  on  Ameri- 


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can  institutions,  said  of  the  Consti- 
tution : 

"It  deserves  the  veneration  with 
which  the  Americans  have  been  ac- 
customed to  regard  it***  After  all 
deductions,  it  ranks  above  every 
other  written  constitution  for  the 
intrinsic  excellence  of  its  scheme, 
its  adaptation  to  the  circumstances 
of  the  people,  the  simplicity,  brevity 
and  precision  of  its  language,  its 
judicious  mixture  of  definiteness  of 
principle  with  elasticity  in  details.'' 
Of  the  government  created  by  the 
Constitution  he  says: 

"It  is  the  first  true  Federal  State 
founded  on  a  complete  and  scien- 
tific basis." 

Heavy  responsibilities  were  as- 
sumed and  serious  dangers  con- 
fronted in  departing  from  the  theory 
that  government  must  come  from 
above,  that  the  .selfishness  and 
cruelty  and  lust  of  mankind  can  be 
successfully  controlled  by  a  class 
of  superior  men,  qualified  experts 
in  the  art  of  government,  bred  to 
power  and  trained  in  its  exercise; 
and  in  adopting  in  place  of  it  the 
idea  that  the  great  masses  of  men 
who  had  always  been  subject  to  re- 
pression, control  and  direction, 
could  be  trusted  to  govern  them- 
selves ;  that  by  a  process  of  evolu- 
tion, through  education  and  prac- 
tice, the  popular  mass  would  ac- 
quire the  self-restraint,  the  sober- 
ness of  judgment,  the  loyalty  to  the 
fundamental  principles  of  justice 
and  liberty  ntrcesSary  to  stable  and 
effective  government.  There  was 
widespread  belief,  even  among  the 
wisest  and  best  of  mankind,  that  the 
control  of  democracy  would  turn 
out  to  be  the  tyranny  of  the  mob. 

We  have  been  accustomed  to  flat- 
ter ourselves  that  the  great  Ameri- 
can experiment  has  been  successful. 
It  has  indeed  carried  the  demonstra- 
tion of  popular  capacity  of  the 
people  to  rule  themselves  far  be- 
yond the  point  which  originally 
seemed   possible   to   the  enemies  of 


popular  government.  It  is  indeed 
true  that  for  more  than  a  centurv 
and  a  quarter  peaceful  industry . 
respect  for  law  and  individual  free- 
dom have  been  maintained  under 
popular  government  \n  the  United 
States.  It  is  also  true  that  all  this 
has  been  accompanied  by  extraor- 
dinary material  prosperity. 

Nevertheless,  we  must  not  delude 
ourselves  with  the  idea  that  the 
American  experiment  in  govern- 
ment is  ended  or  that  our  ta.sk  is  ac- 
complished. Our  political  system 
under  the  Constitution  has  proved 
successful  under  comparatively 
simple  conditions.  It  still  remains 
to  be  seen  how  it  will  stand  the 
strain  of  the  vast  complication  of 
life  upon  which  we  are  now  enter- 
ing. 

Perhaps  never  before  in  our  his- 
tory has  there  been  so  much  criti- 
cism of  the  Constitution  or  so  many 
attacks  upon  it  as  now.  In  various 
forms,  with  different  motives  and 
from  many  quarters  they  come. 
There  are  those  who  would  utter- 
ly destroy  it.  There  are  others  who 
would  change  its  essential  features 
and  retain  little  more  than  the  form. 
Perhaps  this  ought  to  be  expected. 

We  are  living  in  an  era  of  mighty 
changes.  The  great  war  has  made 
a  new  map  of  the  world.  Empires 
have  fallen.  New  nations  have  been 
born  in  a  day.  Thrones  are  over- 
thrown and  their  former  occupants 
have  suffered  death  or  fled  to  exile. 
Everywhere  the  spirit  of  revolt  is 
manifest.  Everything  established 
is  challenged.  Even  anarchy  is 
praised  by  those  who  live  where 
men  are  free.  Restraint,  even  for 
the  protection  of  the  poor  and  weak, 
is  condemned  and  defied.  Any  bar- 
rier against  selfish  aggrandizement 
is  attacked.  While  such  conditions 
exist  abroad  it  is  not  surprising  that 
a  spirit  of  protest  and  revolt  should 
make  itself  manifest  in  our  own 
country. 

Complaints   against   our     Consti- 


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tution  are  never  justified  so  long  as 
it  is  subject  to  amendment.  The 
right  of  amendment  is  absolute  and 
extends  to  ever)'  pan  of  the  instru- 
ment. Any  change  may  be  lawfully 
made  in  the  Constitution  that  the 
people  desire  to  make,  [f  changes 
art  not  made,  it  is  simply  proof 
that  the  people  <lo  not  desire  them. 

It  is  complained  that  amendments 
should  be  made  easier.  But  it 
should  be  remembered  that  the 
Constitution  is  cur  fundamental 
law.  It  is  the  foundation  upon 
which  the  entire  governmental 
structure  rests.  It  rests  upon  great 
principles ;  their  abandonment  or 
thur  modification  should  be  fully 
understood  and  fully  considered. 
There  pre  always  people  who  have 
theories  and  desire  changes,  and 
they  are  more  numerous  now  than 
ever  before.  Over  100  amendments 
to  the  Constitution  have  been  pro- 
posed to  Congress  within  the  last 
three  years,  involving  27  different 
subjects. 

Glaring  inequalities  of  condition, 
the  insolence  of  wealth,  the  growth 
of  luxuries,  riotous  living,  the  mis- 
use of  money  and  its  reckless 
squandering  on  pleasure  and  pride — 
these  are  doubtless  some  of  the 
causes  which  are  contributing  to 
the  feeling  of  more  or  less  angry 
discontent,  that  looks  not  to  social 
reform  but  to  political  and  social 
revolution.  Social  programs  un- 
known to  the  fathers  and  wholly  im- 
possible of  Constitutional  sanction 
are  pressing  for  determination.  Ob- 
jects meritorious  in  their  nature 
are  being  urged,  and  if  the  Consti- 
tution stands  in  the  way  of  easy  and 
early  accomplishment,  the  Consti- 
tution is  denounced  and  derided  and 
declared  to  be  obsolete. 

Idle  spirit  of  unrest  consequent 
upon  and  probably  the  inevitable 
result  of  the  war  has  strengthened 
the  feeling  of  injustice  winch  always 
abides  with  the  unfortunate  and 
improvident.        The      bitter      strife 


which  sometimes  awakens  between 
workmen  and  their  employers  is  in- 
tensified. The  continued  increase 
in  the  cost  of  the  necessities  of  life 
as  well  as  the  increased  demands 
for  those  things,  heretofore  con- 
sidered as  luxuries,  furnishes  still 
further  argument  for  the  destruc- 
tive voices  that  are  urging  the 
overthrow  by  violence  if  necessary 
of  the  foundations  of  society  and 
the  marvellous  civilization  it  has 
taken   us  centuries  to  build. 

The  chairman  of  a  legislative 
committee  in  New  York  a  short 
time  ago  reported  that  there  were 
from  300,000  to  500,000  people  in 
New  York  alone  who  were  advocat- 
ing forcible  seizure  of  private  pro- 
perty. He  said  there  were  2500 
trained  agitators  of  this  propaganda 
and  no  less  than  265  publications  in 
the  United  States  spreading  this 
revolutionary    doctrine    abroad. 

Now,  I  am  not  one  of  those  who 
believe  that  the  world  has  come  to 
a    full    period    in   our    institutions. 

"I  have  no  dread  of  what 

Is    called    for    by    the    instinct    of 

mankind. 

Nor     think    1  that     God's     world 

would  fall  apart 

Because    we     tear     a     parchment 

more  or  less." 

It  may  well  be  that  changes,  pos- 
sibly of  a  fundamental  and  radical 
character  should  be  made  in  our 
political  and  social  structure  at  the 
present  time.  I  do  not  assert  sudh 
to  be  the  fact.  I  simply  state  that 
if  under  the  greatly  changed  condi- 
tions brought  about  by  the  world- 
war,  modifications  in  our  form  of 
government  and  society  are  found 
to  be  necessarq,  it  would  not  be 
at  all  surprising.  Certainly  the 
mere  suggestion  of  change  should 
not  create  among  us  panic  or  alarm. 

John  Bright  used  to  say  that  the 
first  instinct  of  an  English  work- 
man on  henring  a  new  idea,  was  to 


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THE   GRANITE  MONTHLY 


"  'eave  'art  a  brick  at  it".     Now,  that 

is  not  a  safe  or  a  wise  attitude  to 
take  towards  new  ideas,  it  cer- 
tainly never  has  been  the  American 
attitude.  Our  custom  has  been  to 
welcome  l hem.  to  examine  them 
with  sympathy,  and  take  from  them 
whatever  of  value  they  had  to  offer. 
Let  us  not  then  be  afraid  of  the 
new  idea.  A  little  examination  may 
show  us  it  is  not  new  at  all.  As 
President  Butler  of  Columbia  Col- 
lege has  said,  it  is  not  the  novelty 
of  the  idea  but  the  truth  of  the 
idea  that  should  concern  us.  Let  us 
therefore  test  it.  let  us  examine  it, 
let  us  analyze  it.  let  us  prove  it  as 
much  as  we  please,  but  let  us  not 
dismiss  it  without  a  hearing.  It  is 
the  glory  of  America  that  we  have 
free  speech,  a  free  press  and  a  right 
of  assemblage  that  make  it  possible 
for  us  to  winnow  the  chaff  from  the 
grain  and  snvc  all  that  is  true  and 
all   that   is   useful   in   the   new   idea. 

But  just  as  you  must  have  a 
yard-stick  in  order  to  measure  cloth, 
just  as  you  must  have  a  bushel 
basket  in  order  to  measure  grain  or 
potatoes,  so  you  must  have  some 
defiinte  and  fixed  standard  in  order 
to  measure  and  determine  the  de- 
gree uf  truth  and  utility  of  an  idea. 
Fortunately  we  have  such  standards 
in  those  principles  of  enduring  ap- 
plication that)  were  wrought  into 
the  great  charter  of  our  liberties 
and  which  in  more  than  one  hundred 
years  of  our  existence  as  a  nation 
have  made  here  a  great,  free  and 
pro;  pelrpus  commonwealth.  What 
are  those  principles?  What  is  the 
foundation  on  which  has  been 
created  this  great  structure? 

The  very  essence  of  American 
Government  and  American  life,  is 
the  political,  religious  and  civil 
liberty  of  the  individual  citizen — 
his  right  to  worship  God  according 
to  the  dictates  of  his  own  con- 
science, his  right  to  participate  in 
a  government  of  his  own  choice, 
his   right   to   acquire,   to   dispose   of 


and  to  possess  property.  This  is 
the  stone  on  which  the  corner  of 
our  national  temple  stands  and 
where  the  heaviest  timbers  rest 
ddiis  is  the  base  without  which  the 
edifice  itself  must  fall.  This  is  the 
foundation  whose  weakness  or  decay 
would  bring  all  the  glory  standing 
over  it  to  ruin  and  despair.  Destroy 
this  and  we  will  have  wrecked  the 
constructive  work  of  centuries. 
Destroy  this  and  we  will  have  shat- 
tered the  last  hope  of  humanity  in 
its  age-long  struggle  against  auto- 
cratic power.  Destrov  this  and  we 
will  have  proved  recreant  to  the 
high  trust  committed  to  our  hands 
by  those  who  in  privation  and  sacri- 
fice built  here  upon  what  thev  fondly 
hoped  to  be  enduring  foundations, 
the  shapely  columns  of  the  great 
Republic.  Destroy  this  and  America 
wiii  no  longer  be  America. 

The  proponents  of  the  new  idea 
are,  and  ought  to  be  welcome  in 
the  great  American  forum.  Our 
sense  of  fair  play  and  our  love  of 
the  truth  should  suffice  to  grant 
them  a  hearing  and  opportunity  to 
discuss  their  olan  and  submit  their 
cause.  But  if  they  come  into  our 
forum  let  them  abide  by  the  rules 
prescribed  for  all  alike.  Let  them 
not  abuse  the  hospitality  so  gen- 
erously accorded  them.  If  you  in- 
vite a  guest  to  your  home,  you  do 
not  expect  him  to  maltreat  your 
child  or  attempt  to  burn  down  your 
dwelling.  If  he  does  he  forfeits 
all  rights  under  your  invitation  and 
you  are  entirely  justified  in  treating 
him  no  longer  as  your  friend  and 
guest,  but  as,  in  fact,  your  deadly 
enemy.  What  then  will  ■you  say 
of  the  man  who,  under  protection 
of  the  right  of  free  speech,  stands 
on  an  American  platform  and  advo- 
cates the  overthrow  of  the  Ameri- 
can government  by  force  and  vio- 
lence? I  say  he  too  has  violated 
his  right  to  protection.  He  too  has 
abused  the  hospitality  which  a  een- 
erous  people  has  given  him.  and  if 


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I  had  my  way  about  it.  if  he  was  an 
alien  he  would  be  immediately  de- 
ported and  if  he  was  a  citizen  lie 
would    be    put    in    jail. 

We  are  quite  ready  and  will  ins 
to  listen  with  sympathy  to  the  new 
idea  but  we  are  not  yet  ready  to 
Russianize  America.  We  arc  not 
yet  ready  or  willing  to  haul  down 
the  Stars  and  Stripes  and  ran  up 
in  its  stead  the  red  flag  of  revolu- 
tion. 

All  of  us  who  are  in  our  right 
minds  are  anxious  to  improve  social 
conditions.  We  want  to  better  the 
public  health,  we  want  to  decrease 
the  long  hours  and  hard  conditions 
of  labor,  we  want  to  increase  its 
rewards  and  so  far  as  possible  add 
to  the  satisfactions  of  those  who 
do  the  hard  manual  work  of  the 
world.  We  want  to  build  good 
roads  and  multiply  school  houses. 
improve  conditions  of  housing  in 
large  cities,  and  see  to  it  that  such 
essentials  of  life  as  water,  light, 
food  and  transportation  are  fur- 
nished of  the  best  quality  and  at 
the  lowest  practicable  cost.  Of 
course,  we  sometimes  hear  it  said 
that  those  who  advocate  such  ideas 
are  socialists,  but  that  shoud  not 
disturb  us  at  all.  Names  are  not 
important.  If  that  were  all  that  so- 
cialism meant,  we  might  well  be 
proud  to  call  ourselves  socialists. 
What  I  have  described  to  you,  how- 
ever, is  not  socialism  at  all.  What 
1  have  described  to  you  aims  at 
reform  and  readiustment  of  our  so- 
cial organization,  but  it  is  utterly 
oppo.sed  to  the  destruction  and 
complete  overthrow  of  that  organ- 
ization. Socialism  on  the  other 
hand— I  speak  of  the  political  so- 
cialism of  Kad  Marx — involves 
not  social  reform  but  political  and 
social  revolution.  It  is  the  name 
for  a  definite  public  policy  which 
rests  Upon  certain  historical  and 
economic  assumptions,  all  of  which 
have  been  proved  to  be  false.  It 
proceeds    to    very    drastic    and   far 


reaching    conclusions,    all  of  which 

arc  in  fiat  contradiction  to  the  ba- 
sic principles  upon  which  the  Amer- 
ican Government  rests.  Instead,  of 
reacljustng  American  institutions 
and  American  Government  to  new 
conditions,  the  socialist  would  utter- 
ly destroy  them.  His  hand  is  raised 
against  the  home,  the  institution  of 
marriage  and  the  courts  of  iustice. 
He  would  lav  the  heavy  hand  of 
force  upon  civil  liberty  itself  and 
destroy  it  root  and  branch  for  a 
despotism  of  his  own  making.  He 
counsels  and  advocates  revolt  but 
it  is  the  revolt  of  the  inefneent.  It 
is  not  the  revolt  of  skilled  labor; 
it  is  not  the  revolt-of.  the  brain 
worker.  It  is  the  revolt  of  the  men 
who  cannot  do  things  and  never 
have  done  things,  who  want  to  pull 
down   the   men  who  can. 

He  preaches  and  teaches  the  jus- 
tice and  the  necessity  of  a  class 
struggle  between  those  who  have 
little  and  those  who  have  more,  be- 
tween those  who  work  with  their 
hands  and  those  who  work  in  other 
ways.  Like  his  twin  brother,  the 
bolshevist/with  wfaom  he  has  now 
made  common  cause,  he  knows  no 
law,  no  statute,  no  ordinance  and 
no  constitution.  He  knows  no  sect, 
no  creed,  no  religion,  no  altar.  He 
stands  for  a  program  that  recog- 
nizes no  family  tie,  and  no  limita- 
tion save  that  of  might  and  the  un- 
bridled wills  of  those  who  for  the 
moment  wield  its  power. 

This  is  not  an  American  doctrine. 
It  was  made  in  Germany.  It  is  a 
doctrine  of  envy  and  hate  and  those 
who  advocate  it  .whatever  they  may 
say,  are  not  believers  in  democracy 
at  all  as  we  understand  it.  They  do 
not  believe  in  the  equality  of  all 
men  before  the  law  and  equal  op- 
portunity for  all  men  and  all  women. 
Their  program  leads  not  to  democ- 
racy in  industry,  but  to  dictatorship 
by  a  class.  It  differs  from  the 
program  of  the  most  reactionary 
old-style    capitalists    merely    in    re- 


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1  HE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


versing  the  position  of  the  two  par- 
ties. It  does  not  aim  to  lift  all  men 
up.  It  is  bent  on  pulling  sonic 
men  down.  It  is  a  program  of  des- 
truction, not  construction  ;  of  re- 
action, not  progress. 

Such  a  program  should  have  no 
appeal  to  those  who  love  America. 
The  thing  that  should  interest  us  is, 
not  whether  we  are  to  have  one  form 
of  despotism  in  industry  or  another 
form  of  despotism  in  industry  ;  but 
how  car.  we  make  our  industrial 
institutions  truly  democratic  and 
American  in  their  form  and  spirit 
of  management.  The  thing  that 
should  interest  us  is,  not  how  can 
we  overturn  and  destroy  the  Gov- 
ernment and  social  organization  we 
now  have;  but  rather  how  can  we 
develop  our  American  system  of 
democracy  without  surrender  of 
any  of  these  great  principles  to 
which  we  have  committed  the  for- 
tunes of  the  Republic,  how  can  we 
keep  our  Government  from  becom- 
ing too  strong  for  the  liberties  of 
the  people,  and  yet  strong  enough 
to  maintain  itself  in  times  of  great 
emergency.  What  can  we  do  to 
improve  our  present  methods  of  dis- 
tribution so  as  to  afford  better  and 
greater  opportunity  for  the  physi- 
cal, mental  and  moral  development 
of  all  the  people. 

These  are  the  questions,  these 
the  problems  that  should  engage  the 
best  thought  of  patriotic  Ameri- 
cans to-day.  and  not  at  all  those 
wild  and  revolutionary  schemes  that 
can  only  mean  lor  us,  as  they  have 
meant  for  everybody  else  who  has 
ever  listened  to  them,  untold  suffer- 
ing, disaster  and  despair. 

In  striking  contrast  with  the  ef- 
forts of  Americans  and  indeed  of 
all  English-speaking  peoples,  to 
state  the  problem  of  production  or 
work  as  a  human  probem,  to  find  a 
firm  foundation  for  common  pros- 
perity in  a  genuine  co-operation  or 
partnership  which  recognizes  the 
claims  and  interests     of  all     parties 


in  industry,  are  the  experiments  of 
those  socialist  and  other  extremists, 
in  Russia,  in  Hungary  and  else- 
where, with  their  revolutionary 
short-cuts  10  prosperity.  YYhere- 
ever  their  program  has  been  tried 
out,  as  it  is  now  being  tried  out  in 
Eastern.  Europe,  the  results  stand 
out  strikingly  in  the  absolute  stag- 
nation of  all  industrial  activities, 
the  utter  collapse  of  credit  and  ex- 
change, the  spread  of  unemploy- 
ment, the  unwillingness  of  any  to 
work  when  they  know  not  who  will 
receive  the  fruits,  the  steady  growth 
of  crime,  chaos,  starvation  and 
compulsion  of  labor. 

As  we  honor  to-day  the  men  who, 
revolting  against  privilege  and  all 
forms  of  arbitrary  power,  laid  the 
foundations  of  the  State  and  Na- 
tion upon  the  principles  of  order, 
liberty  and  law,  it  behooves  us  to 
bear  in  mind  that  it  is  as  vitally 
important  to  oppose  tyranny  in  this 
form  as  when  it  comes  clad  in  im- 
perial robes  and  accompanied  with 
all  the  instruments  of  militarism. 
It  behooves  us  to  bear  in  mind  that 
under  the  American  principle  of 
equal  opportunity  and  fair  play  for 
all,  it  is  not  material  success  that 
we  should  seek  to  abolish.  It  is 
poverty  and  wretchedness  and  ig- 
norance and  justified  discontent 
that  we  should  seek  to  abolish. 
The  American  idea  is  not  to  des- 
troy, but  to  build.  Not  to  pull 
everybody  down  to  a  common  level 
of  mediocrity,  which  in  the  end 
means  a  common  level  of  wretched- 
ness, but  to  help  everybody  up. 
Let  us  ever  remember  that  there  is 
no  more  subtle  and  dangerous 
enemy  of  the  American  democ- 
racy than  he  who,  in  a  mad  rush 
along  the  swift  and  fiery  track  of 
the  Red  Terror,  would  "wreck  the 
world's  efficiency  in  order  to  re- 
distribute  the'  world's  discontent." 

The  people  of  this  country  are 
just  beginning  to  get  a  vision  of 
public  interest  or  welfare  as  distinct 


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42: 


from  private  interests  or  welfare. 
This  is  seen  in  many  of  the  great 
fundamental  questions  with  which 
industrial,  equity,  political  and  com- 
wc  are  today  vitally  concerned — 
questions  oi  social  righteousness, 
industrial  equity,  political  and  com- 
mercial honesty  and  honor  and  eco- 
nomic justice.  Great  movements, 
esentially  religious  in  their  charac- 
ter, for  the  establishment  of  those 
ends  have  in  recent  years  been 
sweeping  over  the  bind,  and  you 
can  no  more  stop  them,  believe  me. 
then  you  can  stop  the  down  rushing 
of  the  rivers  from  the  mount--1  ins 
to  the  sea.  Rut  we  should  never  for- 
get that  our  social  organizaton  in 
the  main  is.  and  must  continue  to  be, 
based  on  the  individual.  Some 
things  he  cannot  himself  do  as  well 
as  they  can  be  done  for  him.  These 
are.  however,  and  must  continue  to 
be  the  exceptions  and  not  the  rule. 
As  a  general  rule,  we  still  hold  to  the 
doctrine  of  the  builders  and  framers 
of  the  Republic,  that  it  is  wiser 
for  each  man  to  own  and  control 
his  own  home,  run  his  own  business, 
fight  his  own  battle  and  pav  Ids  own 
bills. 

In  this  time  of  profound  up- 
heaval, when  the  hurricane  is  pass- 
ing like  the  rushing  of  the  sea,  we 
need  as  never  before  those  sterling 
qualities  of  heart  and  of  mind  that 
gave  to  Washington  and  his  fellows 
the  inspiration  and  the  strength  to 
build  a  free  state  in  a  new  world. 
Now  is  the  time  to  see  if  the  Ameri- 
can democracy  can  maintain  its  sani- 
ty and  poise  in  the  midst  of  these 
perilous  surrounding.  Xow  is  the 
time  for  love  of  justice  and  fair  play, 
respect  for  order,  liberty  and  law, 
to  stand  on  guard.  These  are  the 
qualities  that  stand  the  test  when 
clouds  threaten  and  lightning  shoots 
across  the  sky.  These  are  the 
joints  of  oak  that  ride  the  storm. 
Other  anchors  have  snapped  and 
broken  in  the  fury  of  the  gale,  other 
timbers  have  strewed  the  bottom  of 


every  sea  on  which  the  ship  of 
human  government  has  ever  sailed  ; 
but  not  these.  In  all  the  confusion 
of  conflicting  counsel  we  need  to- 
day, as  never  before,  the  sane  ideal- 
ism of  Washington  and  Franklin 
and  Madison  and  Langdon.  not  the 
mushy  sentimental  sort  we  have 
heard  so  much  about  of  late — an 
idealism  that  has  the  clearness  of 
vision  to  see  tilings  in  their  true 
relations,  to  see  democracy  as  it 
is--, its  defects,  as  well  as  its  vir- 
tues—  and  best  of  all  and  greatest 
of  all,  to  see  the  splendid  opportun- 
ity in  this  time  of  readjustment, 
for  American  democracy  to  lead  the 
way,  as  it  has  never  yet  failed  to 
do  in.  a  century  and  a  half,  along 
the  difficult  and  tortuous  path  that 
ewer  ascends  to  higher  and  yet  high- 
er levels  of  popular  rule.  Today 
as  never  before, we  need  that  sort 
of  idealism  that  on  the  one  hand 
is  bold  enough  to  send  to  the  dis- 
card Eighteenth  Century  forms  and 
formulas  that  have  long  since  out- 
lived their  usefulness,  and,  on  the 
other  hand,  is  brave  enough  to  stand 
firm  against  the  clamor  of  the  crowd 
and  hold  fast  to  those  undying 
principles  that  have  made  America 
great    and    free. 

As  there  is  a  difference  between 
tinsel  and  pure  gold,  as  there  is  a 
difference  between  music  and  rag- 
time, so  I  think  I  can  see  a  real  and 
a  true  distincton  between  a  democ- 
racy that  has  fixed  standards  of 
right  and  wrong  and  holds  that 
nothing  is  settled  until  it  is  settled 
right;  that  creates  leadership  by  its 
confidence  and  tru^t  and  follows  it; 
that  stands  for  equality  of  all  men 
before  the  law ;  equality  of  oppor- 
tunity, equality  of  right,  the  liberty 
of  every  man  to  use  his  faculties  as 
he  may  choose,  limited  only  by  the 
like  rights  of  others;  and  a  democ- 
racy that  has  no  standards  except 
for  the  moment ;  whose  only  com- 
pass is  a  weathervane  ;  that  decries 
its   leaders   and   exalts  demagogues, 


426 


THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


and  attempts  to  hold  all  men  down 
to  a  dead  level  of  accomplishment 
within  the  reach  of  the  least  intel- 
ligent and  the  least  fit.  The  one 
form  of  democracy  is  true  and  gen- 
uine; the  other  is  false  and  spurious. 
We  need  the  voice  of  a  sane  ideal- 
ism to  emphasize  that  distinction 
in  these  critical  days  when,  having 
measurably  succeeded  in  making  the 
world  safe  fur  democracy,  we  are 
engaged  in  the  scarcely  less  difficult 
task  of  making  democracy  itself 
safe   for   the   world. 

'There  can  be  no  possible  excuse 
for  the  mischief-maker,  much  less 
the  anarchist  or  terrorist  in  this 
country.  There  is  ample  oppor- 
tunity afforded  for  any  change  or 
reform  that  the  people  desire.  The 
difficult}-  is  that  this  class  of  men 
do  not  believe  in  a  government  of 
the  people.  They  are  unwilling 
to  submit  to  the  decision  of  a 
majority.  It  is  minority  rule,  not 
majority  rule  that  they  demand. 
They  rail  at  the  tyranny  of  the 
majority,  and  seek  to  substitute  the 
tyranny  of  a  minority.  They  de- 
nounce the  autocracy  of  a  govern- 
ment, and  demand  the  autocracy  of 
a  faction.  It  is  not  the  people's  rule 
it  is  class  rule  that  they  seek  to  es- 
tablish. 

There  is  no  justification  for  dis- 
obedience to  or  defiance  of  the  law  in 
a  country  where  the  people  make 
the  law.  There  is  no  excuse  for 
terrorism  where  free  .speech  and  a 
free  press  are  guaranteed.  There 
must  be  no  submission  to  demands 
backed  by  threats  when  the  way  is 
open  to  secure  the  things  demanded 
by  peaceful  means. 

The  late  Chief  Justice  White,  in  a 
recent  address  said : 

"Look  around  in  this  great  land 
to-day.  Where  is  there  a  country 
like  this?  The  world  has  never 
seen    the   equal   of   it." 

And  he  adds — 

"Many  thoughtless  persons  today 
suppose     that     every  tiling     that     is 


wrong  is  wrong  in  the  institutions 
when  without  the  institutions  there 
would  be  no  right  and  everything 
wrong1," 

And  James  Bryce,  in  summing  up 
his  review  of  American  institutions, 
said. 

'"That  America  marks  the  highest 
level,  not  only  of  material  wellbeing 
but  of  intelligence  and  happiness 
which  the  race  has  yet  attained, 
will  be  the  judgment  of  those  who 
look  not  at  the  favored  few  for 
wdiose  benefit  the  world  seems 
hitherto  to  have  framed  its  institu- 
tions, but  at  the  whole  body  of  the 
people." 

And  this  highest  level  of  material 
well-being  and  of  intelligence  and 
happiness  the  whole  body  of  the 
people  have  attained  under  the  Con- 
stitution, under  Amercan  institu- 
tions, beneath  "the  gorgeous  ensign 
of  the  Republic,  now  known  and 
honored  through  the  earth,  still  full 
high  advanced,  its  arms  and  trophies 
streaming  in  all  their  orginal  luster, 
not  a  stripe  erased  or  polluted,  nor 
a  single  star  obscured." 

To  that  Constitution,  to  those  in- 
stitutions, to  our  beloved  country, 
we  may  well  on  this  day  pledge 
anew  our  devotion  and  fealty: 

"What  were  our  lives  without  thee? 

What  all  our  lives  to  save  thee? 
We   reek   not    what   we   gave   thee; 

We  will  not  dare  to  doubt  thee; 

But  ask  whatever  cL>e,  and  we  will  dare." 

Upon^he  conclusion  of  the  address, 
which  was  heartily  applauded,  Maj. 
Charles  E.  Staniels  moved  a  rising 
vote  of  thanks  to  Congressman  Bur- 
roughs, for  his  very  able  and  illumi- 
nating oration,  which  was  promptly 
given. 

The  exercises  were  concluded  by 
the  singing  of  "America,"  by  the 
audience,  with  Miss  Aspinwall  at  the 
piano,  and  the  benediction  by  the 
Chaplain. 

Although  the   number     in     attend- 


CONSTITUTION  DAY  4?/ 

.-•.lire    was   small,   as      has   been      said.  Arthur      G.   Whittemorc    of      D 

there  were    included,  askte      from     a  Chairman      of   the     Senate    Jiui 

good   representation   of   the   ladies  of  Committee;     Rev.   Harold   il.     Miles, 

Rumfbrd    Chapter,  many     prominent  Chaplain    of   the    X.    11.    Legislature; 

citizens,  among     whom     were     noted  Hon.  George  II.   Moses,  U.  S. 

Hon.   Wilbur   II.    Powers    of    Boston,  tor,      Hon.      Henry     E.     Cham! 

representing  the     Massachusetts    So-  Mayor   of   Concord,   and    Past    Pn    , 

ciety;  Judge     Charles      R.     Coming,  dents    McKinley   of    Manchestei    and 

Prof.   James      A.    Tufts     of   Exeter.  Staniels    and    Patterson    of    Concord. 

President    of    the    State    Senate.    Col.  of  the  X.  II.  Society,  S.  A.  R. 


ROSES 

By  Frances  Parkinson  Keyes. 

The  garden  lies 
Shimmering  in  the  sunshine,  green  and  gold, 
Purple  and  yellow,  crimson  and  amethyst. 
A    fountain  splashes,  bubbling  the  quiet  surface 
Of  a  clear  poo!  where  water-lilies  bloom. 
And   friendly  pansies,  welcome  on  their  faces. 
Border  the  gravel  walks  and  edge  the  grass. 
While  in  the  distance,  seen  through  trellised  arches. 
A  naked,  marble  boy,  age-yellow,  watches 
And  waits,  graceful  and  patient  and  serene — 

The  God  of  Love 

And   walking   slowly   down 
Through  these  same  arches,  past  the  lovely  bloom 
Of  larkspur,   lilies,   pinks  and   hollyhocks. 
Of  dahlias,   foxgloves,  canterbury  bells, 
1  came  to  the  inclosure  where  the  roses 
Grow — and  stopped 

Roses,    rambling    in    pink    profusion, 

Or  clustering,  thick  and  thorny. 

And  yellow  as  the  gold  that  Midas  sought. 

Roses,  blushing   faintly. 

Roses,  blushing  deep!}', 

Roses,  scentless  and  still,  or  fragrant. 

And  blowing  in  the  breeze. 

Roses — buds,   just   opening, 

Full-blown  flowers  scattering  petals, 

And,  side  by  side,  loveliest  of  all — 

One  white,  one  crimson   rose. 


428  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

The  white  rose  stands  erect  upon  its  stalk — 
Its  thick,  st run..;  stalk,  healthy  and  vigorous- 
Full  in  its  pure  perfection,  flawless,  scentless, 
As  cold,  as  white,  as  still  and  passionless 
As  the  carved  marble  of  the  sepulcre 
Of    some   great    queen,    or    as    the    molded    snow 
Shining  upon  a  distant  Alpine  peak, 
And  beautiful-— beautiful  as  a  still,  pure  woman, 
Perfect   and   passionless   too — who   dwells   apart 
Immaculate — that   she  may  be  untouched 
By  all  the  want  and  misery  and  turmoil 
And  all  the  sadness  of  this  wretched  world — 
That  she  may  save  her  soul,  and  does  not  know 
She  lias  no  soul  to  save — 

And  close  beside  her  droops 
Her  crimson    sister,   velvet   to   her   marble, 
Fire  to  her  snow,  and  bending, 
Till  dust  and  pebbles  from  the  gravel  walk- 
Are  on  her  petals,  and  her   fragrance  sheds 
Most  of  its  sweetness  down  beneath  her,  where. 
Without  it  little  sweetness  would  lie  found. 

And  her  radiant  color 
Is  flawed  by  blemish,  purple  on  her  red 

And  whose  golden  heart 
Is  hidden  by  her  bruised  and  bleeding  leaves. 

But  whose  glory 
Is  splendid  and  magnificent. 
Deathless  and  everlasting. 

Is  she  too  like  a  woman? 

I  picked  the  flowers  and  laid  them 
As  votive  offering  at  the  shrine  of  Love 
That  quiet  boy  who  waits  and  waits  and  watches 
In  the  still  garden  shimmering  in  the  sunshine. 
I  laid  them  at  his   feet,  and  left  them,  wondering. 
Which  of  the  offerings  would  please  him  most. 


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A  FAMOUS  ADVENTURER 

THREE  CENTURIES  AGO. 

By  Fred'k  George  Wright,  D.  D. 

(St,    John's   Without-the-Northsate,    Chester,    England.) 


"Litera  scripta  manet" — writing 
lasts— so  it  does.  So  does  print, 
sometimes. 

From  the  yellowing  files,  of  many 
an  old  newspaper,  can  be  gained 
very  much  of  interest  and  of  profit; 
historically. 

A  notable  case  in  point.  is  that  of 
the  Boston  Journal  of  December  4, 
1S74,  which  reminds  ns  of  a  man  who 
left  his  mark  on  Old  Portsmouth, 
England,  and  also  upon  Portsmouth, 
in  New  Hampshire,  the  state  of  Ins 
own    foundation. 

Little  did  he  think,  when  he  trod 
the  cobblestones  of  old  High  Street, 
of  England's  great  arsenal,  that  the 
Town  hi  all  of  those  quaint  days 
would  some  day  become  a  museum. 

Less  still  could  this  worthy  pre- 
dict that  among  its  greatest  treas- 
ures would  be  what  it  still  possesses, 
one  of  the  thirteen  original  copies  of 
the  great  Declaration  of  American 
Independence. 

In  1620,  John  Mason,  a  captain  in 
the  Royal  Navy,  obtained  from  "The 
Council  established  at  Plymouth,  in 
the  Count}  of  Devon,  in  England, 
for  the  planting,  ruling,  ordering  and 
governing  New  England  in  America" 
a  grant  of  "all  the  land  from  the 
river  Naumke  ig — now  Salem — round 
Cape  Ann  to  the  River  Merrimack, 
and  up  each  of  those  rivers  to  the 
farthest  head  thereof;  then,  to.  cross 
over  from  the  one  to  the  head  of  the 
other,  with  all  the  islands  lying  with- 
in three  miles  of  the  coast.'*  This 
grant  was  called  Mariano. 

In  1622  Sir  Eirdinando  Gorges  and 
Captain  Mason  obtained  from  the 
Council  a  grant  of  land  "shunted  be- 
tween the  rivers  Merrimac  and  Saga- 
dahock,    extending   back   to    the   great 


lakes  and  rivers  of  Canada."  This 
tract  was  called  Laconia.  Thus 
Captain  Mason  became  the  founder 
of  the  colony  of  New  Hampshire, 
which,  he  named  after  old  Hamp- 
shire in  England,  of  which  he  had 
previously    been    Governor. 

In  the  Spring  of  1623  two  settle- 
ments were  made,  one  of  which  was 
at  Dover  Neck  and  the  other  upon  a 
point  of  land  now  known  as  Odi- 
orne's  Point  in  Rye.  At  the  latter 
place  a  Fort  was  built,  and  a  large 
building  was  erected  to  be  used  for 
trading  and  the  general  purposes  of 
the  Colony.  The  latter  building  was 
known  as  "Mason  Hall." 

"About  a  vear  ai;o"  continues  the 
Journal,  "Rev.  H.  P.  Wright,  M.  A.. 
published  in  London  a  handsome 
volume  entitled  "The  Story  of  the 
Domus  Dei  commonly  called  the 
Royal  Garrison  Church  of  Ports- 
mouth, England."  "The  book  is  a 
history  of  the  church  connected  with 
the  arsenal  and  other  public  build- 
ings of  Portsmouth.  It  was  found- 
ed in  the  year  1205  by  Peter  de  Rupi- 
bus,    Bishop   of   Winchester." 

"About  two  years  ago  the  church 
was  completely  restored  by  the  aid  of 
contributions  from  the  citizens  of 
Portsmouth  and  from  officers  of  the 
Navy  and  Army  and  other  distin- 
guished persons  in   England. 

"The  church  contains  a  very  large 
number  of  Memorials  in  honor  of 
deceased  officers  of  the  B-ritish  Army 
and  Navy,  and  others.  These  mem- 
orials consist  of  sculptures,  paint- 
ings, illuminated  windows,  tablets, 
benches,  etc.  Among  the  great 
heroes  who  are  thus  honored  are  Ad- 
miral Nelson,  The  Duke  of  Welling- 
ton,  Generals  Sir  John     Moore,     Sir 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


Charles,  Sir  William  and  Sir  George 
Napier.  Lord  Raglan,  Generals  Sir 
John  Macdonakl  and  Sir  George 
Githcart  The  memorials  arc  the 
gifts  of  the  friends  or  admners  of 
ih.71  deceased." 


Portsmouth.    Sept.    11,    1874. 

Sir:— It  has  been  my  privilege 
to  live  with  many  Americans  around. 
In  California  and  British  Columbia  as 

well  as   in   the   Western     States     and 


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Domus   Dei,   Garrison   Church,   Portsmouth,   England. 

(Bright    spot    on    right    wall    denotes    position    of    tablet) 


"A  few  days  since,  His  Excellency 
Governor  James  A.  Weston  received 
from  Chaplain  and  Archdeacon 
Wright  a  letter  and  also  a  copy  of  his 
hook.  The  following  is  a  copy  of  his 
letter   which   explains   itself: 


Canada,   I  have  received   from  Amer- 
icans  tlie   greatest   kindness. 

You  will  therefore,  I  am  sure, 
pardon  my  writing  to  you  on  a  sub- 
ject of  interest  to  both  America  and 
Great    Britain    and    especially    to    the 


A  FAM01 


ADVEN1 URER 


431 


State  of  New  Hampshire.  Captain 
Mason  was  "Captavne"  of  Southsea 
Castle,  in  other  words  he  was  Gover- 
nor of  Portsmouth  in  the  time  of 
Charles  1.  He  left  the  Fort  of  Yar- 
mouth in  the  Isle  of  Wight  and  went 
with  a  body  of  kindred  spirits  and 
endured  with  them  the  perils  and 
hardships  which  attended  the  nohlc 
fellows  who  founded  the  now  re- 
nowned  Stale  of    Xev,-    Hampshire. 

A  highly  intelligent  American, 
named  Jenness  has  lately  heen  at 
Portsmouth  seeking  information 
ahout  Captavne  MasOn.  in  order  that 
an  accurate  history  of  the  great  man 
may  be  written.  He  visited  our 
world-renowed  church,  the  story  of 
which  I  forward  to  you  with  this 
letter.  In  it  we  have  memorials  of 
England's  noblest  soldiers  and  sail- 
ors, as  you  will  read  in  the  story. 
Now  only  one  object  for  a  memorial 
remains— the  four  gas  standards 
lighting  the  42  stalls,  of  which  the 
first  on  one  side  is  to  Nelson's  mem- 
ory and  the  other  to  that  of  Welling- 
ton. 

I  want  in  a  solemn  and  maiked 
way  to  connect  New  Hampshire  with 
Old  Hampshire— the  hero  who  was 
one  of  the  Foil  tiers  of  New  Hamp- 
shire and  a  Governor  of  Portsmouth 
with  the  heroes,  several  of  whom 
have  been  Governors  of  this  vast 
Arsenal. 

I  write,  therefore,  to  ask-  if  you, 
Mr.  Governor,  and  your  many  New 
Hampshire  friends,  will  present  the 
four  Standards  at  a  cost  ob£100  (in- 
cluding the  Brass  Plate  and  its  In- 
scription on  die  wall  of  the  Chancel) 
to   the   memory   of    Captavne    Mason. 

If  so.  Sir  Hastings  Doyle,  our 
present  General  and  Governor,  and 
the  President  of  our  Committee,  will 
gladly  communicate  your  desire,  and 
our  Secretary  of  State  for  War  will, 
I  am  sure,  rejoice  in  accepting  so 
gratifying  an  offer. 

I  need  hardly  observe  that  it  is  not 
the  monev   we  seek,   for     had     we  a 


hundred        memorials      they       would 
speedily  be  applied    for: 

No;  what  1  wain  is  a  hob-  bid.-  fvc- 
tween  Old  Hampshire  and  New 
Hampshire,  old  Portsmouth  and  new 
Portsmouth,  old  England  and  a  new 
and  already  mighty  people  whom  1 
have   learned   to   honor  and  esteem. 

1  am,  sir,  yours  faithfully  and  obe- 
diently, 

H.   P.  Wright. 

Chaplain     to   H.     M.   Forces     ami 
Chaplain   to   H.    R.    II.,   the   Duke  of 
Cambridge  K.  G. 
To  The  Honorable 
The   Governor  of    New   Hampshire  — 

United  States. 
"Governor  Weston  desires  us  to 
say"  (continues  the  "Journal" )  that 
he  will  gladly  co-operate  with  any 
parties  who  are  disposed  to  take 
action  in  the  matter." 

Correspondence  of  the 
Boston  Journal 

Manchester.  N.  H..  Dec.  4,  1874 

"The  publication  in  The  Journal 
and  also  in  several  other  newspapers 
of  the  recent  letter  of  archdeacon 
Wright  to  His  Excellency  Gover- 
nor Weston,  suggesting  the  pro- 
priety of  erecting  in  Portsmouth 
Garrison  Church  a  Memorial  of  Cap- 
tain John  Mason,  the  cost  thereof  to 
be  borne  by  citizens  of  New  Hamp- 
shire has  awakened  considerable  in- 
terest among  the  people  in  various 
sections  of  the  State,  especially  in 
Portsmouth  and  Dover.  Governor 
Weston  has  called  the  attention  of 
many  prominent  citizens  of  the  State 
to  the  suggestion  of  the  Archdeacon 
and  there  is  no  doubt  that  funds  for 
the  payment  of  the  Memorial  will 
be   raised   without   difficulty. 

The  following  is  a  copy  of  a  letter 
upon  the  subject  which  Governor 
Weston  received  from  John  S.  Jen- 
ness Esq.,  a  prominent  citizen  of 
Port:, mouth,  who  is  greatly  interest- 
eel  in  our  Colonial  history  and     who 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


was  referred  to  by  Archdeacon 
Wright  in  his  letter  to  His  Excel- 
lency as  a  gentleman  who  recently 
visited   Portsmouth,   England    for   the 

purpose  of  gaining  materials  for  a 
Biography  of  Captain   Mason. 

Portsmouth.  N.  H..  Dec.  2,   1874. 
Sir: 

The  recent  letter  to  your  Excel- 
lency from  Archdeacon  Wright  of 
Portsmouth,  England,  tendering  to  the 
People  of  New  Hampshire  the  priv- 
ilege of  furnishing  the  Garrison 
Church  with  four  gas  standards  and 
a  suitably  inscribed  Tablet  as  a 
Memorial    of    Captain      John    Mason, 


:     *V^     (Y; 

■  • .  ; 

i-ON   I    ■      '     • 

!'...:  ..\ 

" 


Hirer  in  founding  the  first  English 
Colony  on  our  coast,  and  for  several 
years  he  maintained  that  colony,  al- 
most single-handed  and  at  a  vast  pe- 
cuniary loss  amid  the  fluctuating  for- 
tunes of  the  Council  of  New  Eng- 
land ami  against  the  encroachments 
of  rapacious  neighbors  as  long  as  he 
lived.  The  sole  proprietor  of  the 
future  Province,  he  gave  to  our 
State  its  name,  and  its  name  of  our 
City  of  Portsmouth  is  borrowed  from 
that  of  his  residence. 

The  well  earned  tribute  to  his 
memory,  proposed  now  to  be  placed 
in  the  beautiful  chapel,  where  he 
worshipped,   in   the  midst     of     mem- 


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The  Memorial  Tablet. 


contains  an  allusion  to  myself  which 
seems  to  justify  me  in  adding  a  few 
words  on  the  subject  of  the  letter. 

The  public  spirited  citizens  of  New 
Hampshire  cannot  fail  to  be  moved 
by  the  Archdeacon's  proposal.  Our 
State  owes  a  heavy  debt  to  Captain 
John  Mason,  no  part  of  which  has 
ever   been    discharged. 

For  many  years  of  his  active  life 
though  actively  engaged  in  the  mili- 
tary and  naval  service  of  Great  Brit- 
ain, he  relaxed  not  the  most  incessant 
efforts  for  the  development  of  this 
Province.     He   was   the  chief   advert- 


orials to  the  most  illustrious  of  Brit- 
ish heroes,  such  as  Nelson,  Welling- 
ton, Raglan,  Hill  and  the  Napiers 
will  be  of  a  kind  to  attract  at  once 
the  special  attention  of  visitors  and 
honorably  perpetuate  his  name  and 
glory,  while  it  marks  the  generous 
gratitude  of  New  Hampshire  for  his 
signal  services  to  her  in  her  earlier 
days. 

The  friends  of  the  proposal  may 
confidently  rely  in  the  erection  of 
these  standards,  upon  the  best  ser- 
vices of  the  Archdeacon,  a  gentleman 
of    high    social    standing,    refined   cul- 


A  FAMOUS  ADVENTURER 


433 


ture  and  extensive  learning.  The 
money,  remitted  to  him  will  be  ex- 
pended to  the  best  advantage  in  car- 
rying out  the  purpose  of  the  sub- 
scribers. 

It  would  perhaps  be  a  simpler  and 
speedier  course,  in  the  present  emer- 
gency to  solicit  subscriptions  of 
sums  of  fifty  or  a  hundred  dollars 
each,  if  the  needed  amount — about 
$500 — can  be  obtained  in  that  way; 
especially  if  the  Archdeacon  should 
see  fit,  as  the  usage  is,  to  engrave  the 
names  of  the  donors  on  the  memorial 
tablet. 

For  my  own  part,  I  shall  be 
pleased  to  make  one  of  five  or  ten 
New  Hampshire  men  to  defray  the 
cost  of  the  proposed  Standards  and 
tablet;  and,  if  desired,  will  lend  my 
best  endeavors  to  the  procuring  the 
eo-operation  of  other  gentlemen  in 
carrying  out  the  Verterabls  Arch- 
deacon's suggestions. 

I   am,  your   obedient   servant, 

John  S.  Jenness. 
To    His    Excellency 

Governor  Weston. 

The  project  was  successful  and  to- 
day three  massive  and  graceful 
memorials  which  are  now  electroliers, 


bear  testimony  to  the  famous  found- 
er of  New  Hampshire  and  to  those 
patriotic  citizens  who  so  willingly 
united  in  thus  perpetuating  his 
memory. 

During  the  (all  but)  half  century 
which  has  elapsed  since  its  erection, 
the  Memorial  tablet  has  been  read  by 
man}-  thousands  of  British  and  Amer- 
cau  visitors,  who  have  cordially  ad- 
mired it.  John  Mason  worshipped 
there  'ere  ever  he  "adventured"  to 
the  Xew  England  of  the  future,  then 
all  unknown  to  him. 

Only  a  few  years  after  bis  death 
the  king  he  truly  served  was  put  to 
death  because  he  tried  to  rule  our 
people  without  Parliament,  in  other 
words  he  insisted  on  taxation  without 
representation.  The  same  immoral 
doctrine  was  exploited  upon  the  peo- 
ple of  the  Xew  World  and  John  Ma- 
son's Province,  with  a  dozen  others 
rebelled  against  a  German  king  and 
secured  their  independence — a  century 
and  a  half  later — and  later  still  the 
great  Republic  of  the  West  joined 
hands  with  the  Mother  country  and 
her  allies  in  fighting  unto  victory  for 
World  Freedom.  The  spirit  of  lib- 
erty shone  brightly  in  all  these 
momentous   events. 


IF  WINTER  COMES 

By  Gordon  Malherbe  Hillman. 

If  Winter  comes  before  our  love  is  over 
And  the  drift  of   shifting  snow  blots  out  the   sun. 
If   the  wind   has   reaped  the  columbine  and  clover, 
And  flames  of   fern  have  flickered  one  by  one. 
Then  shall  our  great  love,   silent  but  ever   strong. 
Blow  like  a  flower,  leap  like  a  flaming  song! 


If  Winter  comes  before  our  love  is  ended, 
Winter  drifting   white  on    farm  and    fence  and  wire. 
Then  shall  our  passion  leap  up,  strong  and  splendid, 
Leap  like  dawn  across  the  hills,  leap  like  crimson  fire, 
Burning  like  a   high-held   torch,   steady,   strong  and   sure- 
Winter  will  pass  with  April  but  our  love  will  endure  ! 


HIH 


NEW  HAMPSHIRE'S  FIRST  LIVE  WIRE  * 


Bv  Harlan    C.    I 


New  Hampshire's  first  forester. 

New  Hampshire's  first  builder  of 
good  roads. 

New  Hampshire's-  first  "summer 
home"  proprietor. 

New  Hampshire's  first  patron  of 
the  higher  education. 

This  quartette  of  qualifications  we 
advance  in  support  of  applying  the 
title  of  this  article  to  Sir  John  YVent- 
worth  (1737-1820).  who.  "though  first 
in  so  man}'  things,  was  last  in  the 
line  of  royal  governors  of  New 
Hampshire. 

It  is  true  that  Sir  John  left  his 
native  and  capital  city  of  Ports- 
mouth, in  August.  1775,  the  tra- 
ditional "one  jump,"  or,  to  he  exact 
thirty  minutes,  ahead  of  a  hand  of 
townspeople  bent  on  the  destruc- 
tion of  the  "castle"  which  had  been 
his  shelter. 

It  is  also  true  that  although  the 
years  of  his  life  were  then  not  one- 
half  numbered,  he  never  returned 
to  his  well-loved  New  Hampshire  or 
saw  it  again,  save  for  a  characteris- 
tic exploit  when  he  sailed  from  Bos- 
ton in  a  small  schooner  to  Gosport, 
on  the  Isles  of  Shoals,  and  from  that 
detached  portion  of  New  Hampshire 
soil,  or  rocks,  issued  a  proclamation 
as  Governor  proroguing  in  advance 
the  meeting  of  the  Assembly. 

Most  of  tie  remainder  of  his  life 
he  passed  jn  comfort  and  with 
credit,  though  without  especial  dis- 
tinction, as  governor  of  Nova 
Scotia. 

But  New  Hampshire,  though  her 
farewell  to  Governor  Wentworth, 
lacked  both  ceremony  and  courtesy, 
has  not  failed  in  later  years  in  due 
appreciation  of  his  work  and  honor 
to  his  memory.  His  portrait,  a  copy 
bv  U.  D.  Tennev  of  the  original  by 


•     John    Wentworth. 
bridge,    Jlass. ;    The    H: 


•c    Shaw 

k'frsity    I'r 


John  S.  Copley,  painted  in  Ports- 
mouth in  1769.  hangs  in  the  south 
corridor  of  the  second  floor  of  the 
state  house  in  Concord,  close  bv 
those  of  his  chief  political  opponents, 
John    Langdon  and  John   Sullivan. 

Of  this  portrait  it  is  said:  "It 
shows  us  the  face  of  a  handsome, 
intelligent  aristocrat,  giving  the 
general  impression  of  amiability,  but 
saved  from  weakness  by  a  resolute 
New  England  chin.  One  would  ex- 
pect such  a  man  to  be  the  best  of 
good  company  on  almost  any  oc- 
casion, but  one  would  be  careful 
not  to  take  undue  advantage  of  his 
good  nature It  certainly  em- 
phasizes the  qualities  which  we  in- 
evitably associate  with  John  Went- 
worth, —  amiability,  intelligence, 
resolution,  and  physical  vigor." 

His  grandfather,  John  Wentworth 
(1671-1730)  and  his  uncle,  Benning 
Wentworth  (1696-1770),  both  chief 
executives  of  the  Province  of  New 
Hampshire,  have  the  higher  honor 
of  full-length  portraits,  hung  on  the 
same  wall  with  Washington,  Web- 
ster, Pierce,  and  Hale  in  the  Hall 
of  Representatives;  but  this  fact 
does  not  accord  with  the  compara- 
tive place  in  our  history  of  the  sev- 
eral Wentworths. 

All  of  our  state  historians,  from 
Dr.  Jeremy  Belknap,  his  personal 
friend,  to  Henry  H.  Metcalf,  who 
edited  the  published  volume  of  State 
Papers  covering  the  period  of  Sir 
John's  administration  of  the  prov- 
ince, have  given  him  credit  for  his 
good  work  as  governor,  his  creative 
foresight,  his  activity  and  enter- 
prise, his  genuine  affection  for  and 
devotion  to  the  best  interests  of 
New  Hampshire,  and  his  attractive 
personality.     They  seem  not  to  have 

Illustrated.      Pp..    20S.      Half    Cloth.     $:>.     Cam- 


NEW  HAM 


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been  prejudiced  against  him  by  the 
fact  that  he  was  a  thorough-going 
Tory,  never  wavering  for  an  instant 
in   his  allegiance   to   the  King  who 

honored  him. 

Another  distinguished  John  Went- 
worth, mayor  of  Chicago  and  con- 
gressman from  Illinois,  in. his  his- 
tory of  the  \\  entworth  family, 
recognises  appropriately  the  only 
baronet  in  th c  long'  and  luminous 
genealogical   line. 

Rut  the  present  autumn  sees  the 
appearance  of  the  best  biography  of 
Sir  John  thus  far  published  and  one 
of  the  best  with  which  any  of  the 
Loyalists  of  that  period  has  been 
blessed.  It  is  contained  in  a  hand- 
some volume,  made  by  the  liar- 
ward  T  niversitv  Press  at  Cambridge, 
beautiful  in  typography  and  includ- 
ing a  few  choice  illustrations.  Mr. 
Brace  Rogers,  to  whom  credit  is 
given  for  the  format  of  the  volume, 
shows  himself  a  master  of  the  book- 
maker's art. 

It  is  pleasant  to  be  able  to  say 
that  the  manuscript  thus  sumptuous- 
ly presented  was  worthy  of  the 
dress.  The  author,  Mr.  Lawrence 
Shaw  Mayo,  has  labored  diligently, 
it  is  evident,  to  collect  all  available 
material  from  original  and  contem- 
porary sources,  and  has  had  valuable 
assistance  on  both  sides  of  the  ocean. 
The  archives  of  our  state  and  the 
collections  of  our  Historical  Society 
have  yielded  much  to  his  research. 

But  he  has  done  more  than  to 
collate  facts,  establish  dates  and  set 
down  a  chronology  of  events.  With 
a  literary  style  that  is  clear,  cogent 
and  readable  he  makes  real  to  us  the 
England  Old  and  New,  of  the  last 
half  of  the  18th  century  and  shows 
us  as  in  a  mirror  the  lively  young 
Governor,  in  many  respects  the  T. 
R.  of  his  day;  the  beautiful  widow 
of  24  who  became  the  Governor's 
lady  ten  days  after  the  funeral  of 
her  consort ;  thrifty  Uncle  Penning; 
rebel  Uncle  Plunking;  the  "opulent" 
Paul      Wentworth ;     Holland,      the 


mapmaker;    the    Earl    of    Dartmouth; 
Peter   Livius,  and  man)'  more. 
Mr.  Mayo  is    to  be    congratulated 

upon  tin;  success  of  this,  which  we 
understand  to  be  his  first  important 
published  work;  and  it  i-  to  be  hoped 
that  he  will  follow  it  with  other 
studies  of  New  Hampshire  history, 
a  field  bul  little  tilled  and  rich  in 
possibilities  for  interesting  ami  val- 
uable research  and  narrative.  How 
few.  when  we  stop  to  think  of  it. 
are  the  worthy  biographies  of  New 
Hampshire's  great  men  of  the  eigh- 
th cut  It  century. 

Sketching  briefly  the  Wentworth 
ancestry  in  America  from  William 
of  the  Exeter  Combination  (1639). 
Mr.  .Mayo  shows  tis  the  subject  of 
his  and  our  study  born  with  a  silver 
spoon  in  his  mouth,  the  son  of  Mark 
[-funking  Wentworth,  one  of  the 
richest  merchants  in  the  new  coun- 
try. 

We  see  him  entering  Harvard  at 
14.  classmate  of  John  Adams,  sec- 
ond president  of  the  United  States. 
At  26  lie  went  to  England  as  his 
father's  representative.  There  his 
chinning  personality  made  him  the 
close  friend  of  his  distant  relative, 
the  powerful  Marquis  of  Rocking- 
ham and  gave  hint  such  social  and 
political  success  that  when  he  turn- 
ed homeward  in  1766  he  bore  the 
honorary  degree  of  Doctor  of  Com- 
mon Law  from  Oxford  University 
and  commissions  as  governor  of  the 
province  of  New  Hampshire  and 
surveyor  general  of  His  Majesty's 
wood-,  in  America. 

New  Hampshire's  first  forester. 

In  pursuance  of  this  latter  duty, 
he  sailed  first  to  Charleston.  S.  C.. 
and  then  journeyed  overland,  view- 
ing the  primeval  forest  of  the  South 
and  enjoying  the  hospitality  of  the 
Byrds,  the  Bayards,  the  Randolphs 
and  their  like.  A  splendid  welcome 
home  awaited  the  new  Governor  at 
Portsmouth  where  he  at  once  began 
the  execution  of  plans  for  the  bene- 
fit   of    New    Hampshire.     First,    he 


436 


THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


accomplished  a  long-needed  division 
of  the  colony  into  counties.  Next, 
he  proposed  the  construction  of  four 
great  highways  to  connect  tidewater 
with  Charlestown  on  the  Connecti- 
cut, Hanover,  the  scat  of  Dartmouth 
College.  Haverhill  in  the  "Lower 
Cohoss"  and  Lancaster  in  the  "Up- 
per Cohoss,"  with  a  further  vision  of 
a  Canadian  connection  at  Quebec, 
which,  if  realized,  might  have  made 
Portsmouth,  instead  of  Boston,  the 


known  as  Lake  Wentworth,  and  to 
pounds  in  the  erection  of  "one  of  the 

finest  houses  in  New  England"  and 
the  suitable  development  of  the  sur- 
rounding estate. 

The  first  and  one  of  the  best  of  all 
Xew  Hampshire's  ''summer  homes." 

Wentworth  Hall,  in  the  historic 
"row"  at  Dartmouth  College,  and 
Wentworth  Street,  at  the  north  end 
of  the  campus,  preserve  at  Hanover 
the  memory  of  the  man  who.  next 


. 


I J 


«  — 1 

v.   I 


'-Vlci^L   .-.J.*V 


Lake  Wentworth, 

(Kindness   o£   the   Pti 

commercial  capital  of  New  England. 
Several  hundred  miles  of  these  high- 
ways he  actually  constructed,  not 
of  macadam,  but  so  that  the)-  were 
passable. 

One  of  the  first  of  these  roads 
connected  Portsmouth  with  the 
township  of  Wolfeborough,  of  which 
Sir  John  had  been  in  youth  one  of 
the  grantees  and  where  Ins  love  of 
country  life  led  him  to  secure  some 
4,1)00  acres   on    Smith's    Pond,   now 


WoLFEBORO,   N.   H. 

oto   Kra   Magazine) 

to  Eleazar  Whcelock,  is  responsible 
for  the  founding  of  what  was  for 
more  than  a  century  New  Hamp- 
shire's only  college.  The  further 
credit  for  the  location  of  that  col- 
lege in  this  rather  than  another  state 
is  without  question  almost  entirely 
his. 

From  the  day  in  September,  1766. 
when  young  Governor  Wentworth 
met  Samson  Occum  in  England  and 
gave  him  21  pounds  for  Wheelock's 


NEW  HAMPSHIRE'S  FIRST  LIVE  WIRE                              437 

Indian   school,   until   that  later  day  "doing-    something';"     ambition     for 

in  August,  1771,  when  the  Governor  himself  and   his    province.     In     hi.s 

and      a      merry      party      journeyed  liking  for  a  good  horse  and  a  pretty 

through   the    woods    to    attend   the  woman,  a  glass  of  wine  and  a  game 

first   Commencement   at    Dartmouth  of  cards,  he  was  more  cavalier  than 

College,   Wentworth    never   faltered  Puritan  in  spite  of  his  ancestry  and 

in  his  helpful  interest  in  the  project.  place  of  birth  :  hut  in  his  broad  vis- 

The  silver  punch  powl  which  he  and  ion  for  the  future,     Iris    reading-  of 

his  companions    gave    to    President  character,  his  management  of  men, 

Wh.ee lock    to     commemorate     their  his  love  of  the  pioneer    life    in     the 

visit,  and  which  is  still  preserved  at  open,  he  showed  himself  to  he  truly 

Hanover,    might    not   be   considered  of   that   New    England   stock   which 

a  highly  appropriate  gift  for  such  an  later  led   the  builders  of  the  nation 

occasion  today,  but  it  was  character-  and  the  winners  of  the  west. 

istic  of  the  donor  and  in  its  way  one  Speculation  upon  what  might  have 

of   many    proofs    of    hi.s    position    as  been  is  idle,  but  a  study,  with  Mr. 

New  Hampshire's  first  patron  of  the  Mayo,   of      Sir  John      Wentworth's 

higher  education.  career,  leads  to  the  belief  that  if  the 

Governor    Wentworth    had    com-  War  of  Independence  had  not  given 

pleted  his  work  in  New  Hampshire  us  a  more  glorious  destiny,  he  would 

before   his  40th   birthday.     The   Sir  have   laid   deep   foundation   in   New 

John    of     later   years     belonged     to  Hampshire   for  a   material   and   cul- 

Canada  and  not    to    New  England,  tural  development  which  would  have 

So  that  our  picture  of  him  is  wholly  been   more  rapid   than   was   possible 

one  of  youth  and  vigor ;  activity  and  in  the  poverty-stricken  days  of  the 

animation;  disgust  at  the  dullness  of  new  nation, 
life  in    Portsmouth ;    desire     to     be 


THE  RECKONING 

By  Helen  Mowe  Philbrook. 

Clear  from  its  wharf  of  gold  the  ship  of  day 

Is  launched  in  majesty  with   rose-lit  sail. 

And  lies  at  anchor  while  the  hours  trail 
Restless  along  its  prow,  and  glide  away. 
It  takes  its  load  mid  dancing  breezes  gay. 

In  sun  or  cloud  or  ruthless  battling  gale; 

And  when  the  first  sweet  star  i>  glimmering  pale, 
Slips  down  Time's  river  in  the  twilight  gray. 
O  So-.'!,  freight  thou  each  treasure-ship  with  care, 

Love  that  forgives  and  bears,  and  selflessness, 
Chaste  thought  and  kindly  deed,  and  honor  fair ; 

Choose  thou  the  gold  and  burn  away  the  dross 
Remember  that  thy  fleet  shall  wait   for  thee, 
Somewhere  in  Gods  well-planned  eternity! 


*/?lp 


MAN'S  LOVE  FOR  PINE-TREES 


Bv  Rev.  Roland   D,  Sawver. 


While  cur  sister  state,  Maine,  en- 
joys the  proud  distinction  of  being 
called  "The  Pine-Tree  State/'  vet 
her  pines  are  no  more  friendly  than 
can  be  found  in  New  Hampshire,  nor 
is  the  pine  any  more  characteristic  of 
her  soil.  In  fact  her  honor  is  one  that 
we  thoughtlessly  let  fall  from  our 
hands  here,  for  in  very  early  clays  we 
were  called  "The  Pine-Tree  colony," 
our  flag  had.  a  pine  for  its  slogan,  and 
when  Paul  Jones  sailed  out  from 
Portsmouth  to  whip  the  British  navy 
he  carried  at  his  mast-head  "The  Pine- 
Tree  Flag."  In  the  middle  of  the 
eighteenth  centurj  the  British  king 
ordered  all  pines  in  New  Hampshire 
over  160  feet  in  height,  blazed  and 
preserved  for  masts  in  "His  Majesty's 
navy." 

In  1907  I  went  out  and  cleared  up 
a  little  grove  of  second-growth  pines 
in  Kensington,  and  there  pitched  my 
tent.  Each  year  since  I  have  camp- 
ed tl  ere  in  Jul}  and  August,  and  I 
have  come  to  see  the  friendliness  of 
the  tree,  and  to  see  how  splendid  a 
gift  God  gave  to  us  when  he  gave  us 
New  Hampshire,  covered  with  the 
gigantic  pines  which  the  settlers 
found,  and  which  have  passed  on  to 
us  the  more  intimate  and  compan- 
ionable smaller  pines.  The  white  pine 
of  New  England  is  the  most  beauti- 
ful, friendly  and  useful  tree  that 
grows  upon  the  earth,  not  even  ex- 
cepting the  palm-tree  of  ancient 
history.  If  growing  in  an  open  place 
the  pine  grows  to  become  a  beautiful 
and  graceful  thick  green  spire.  If 
growing  in  thick  lots  it  becomes  a 
tall,  dignified  parasol.  If  left  out 
on  a  bleak  hill  by  itself  it  becomes 
the  rugged  bull-pine,  but  wherever  it 
grows,  it  is  always  beautiful,  it  is  al- 
ways a  shelter  for  life.  Its  branches 
run  out  straight  from  its  trunk  in 
horizontal  position,  giving  a  thick  and 
extended    shade    and    shelter    beneath. 


Its  dropped  needles  make  the  most 
exquisite  carpet  that  Nature  provides. 
And  under  such  protecting  arm-  iv  t 
alone  man,  but  birds,  squirrels,  rab- 
bits, smaller  animals,  delight  to  nestle 
and  make  their  home.  The  squirrel 
feeding  on  the  cones  above,  the  hare 
and  chipmunk  digging  among  its 
roots,  the  birds  chirping  among  the 
branches — and  I  camped  beneath— 
we  all  testify  to  the  delights  of  the 
pine-tree.  Nature  seems  to  have  de- 
signed this  tree  above  all  others  to 
be  the  shelter  and  protector  of  animal 
life. 

To  one  who  comes  to  know  the 
pines  intimately,  it  must  come  that 
they  learn  to  love  them  above  all 
other  trees.  Man's  heart  responds  to 
the  loving  protection  and  companion- 
able murmur  of  these  beautiful  trees. 

The  treatment  of  the  pine  in  the 
writings  of  mankind  is  evidence  that 
what  I  say  is  true.  No  tree  has 
created  so  deep  and  lasting  an  emo- 
tion as  the  pine.  Literature  is  the 
expression  of  man's  innermost  per- 
sonality, and  in  the  literature  of  the 
world  is  abundant  evidence  of  the 
feeling  of  man  for  the  pine-tree. 
Turning  to  the  poets  who  reflect  our 
deeper  feelings,  we  find  time  and 
again  the  pine-tree  celebrated. 

Thc   Pine  Tree  in   Earlier 
Writers. 

"Sweet    arc    thc    whispers   of   yon    pine 
That   makes   low   music   o'er   the    spring." 
So  sang  Theocritus,  the  first  of  the 
writers      to  appreciate      the    out-door 
things. 

"Neath  a  waving  sea  of  gentle  pines" 
Is  a  line  in  Horace  which  expresses 
what  so  many  have  noted,  that  the 
pine  woodlands  in  both  sight  and 
sound  are  verily  like  the  majestic 
ocean.  One  can  appreciate  this  if 
he  climb  a  little  to  where  he  can 
look  down  upon  a  waving  sea  of  pine 
lops.     In   1909  when  1  built  my  little 


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439 


Thoreau   Cabin.    1    used   to  sit  on  the 

roof  and  look  down  on  the  little  pines 
and  my    feelings   were  ecstatic. 

"Sit  by  this   high-leafed   vocal   tree.     The 

breeze 
Stirs  in  the  branches,  while  the  streamlet 

Hie, 
Chattering  along;   and  to   Par's  melodies 
Shall    slumber    tall    on    thine    enchanted 

eyes." 

So  felt  Plato,  whose  prosaic  soul 
was   touched   b)    the   tree. 

"Roland,   mortally   wounded,   laid   himself 

down    under    the    pine. 
With     his     face     toward     Spain     and    the 

enemy. 
And    there     he     called     many     things     to 

remembrance. 
The    lands    his   valour    had    conquered, 
Pleasant     France     and     the     men     of    his 

kin." 

So  runs  the  great  song  of  the  mid- 
dle ages,  and  Petrarch  who  heads 
the  revival  of  letters,  often  speaks 
of  the  beauties   of   the  pine. 

Spenser  speaks  of  the  "rough-" 
rinded  pine,"  and  Milton  impressive- 
ly refers  to  it  in  "Paradise  Lost." 
Ruskin.  who  deprecates  Shakespeare's 
\p.ck  of  love  for  Nature,  admits  that 
the  pine-tree  seems  to  have  really 
stirred  his  soul.  Shakespeare  makes 
the  pine  the  home  of  .Ariel,  and  in 
other  of  his  plays  gives  evidence  of 
the  impression  made  upon  him  by 
the  pine.  In  some  of  his  plays  we 
clearly  see  that  Shakespeare  appre- 
ciated the  nobility  and  dignity  of  the 
pine,  and  at  least  in  Cymbeline  he 
feels    something    of    its    tenderness. 

Pope  and  Cowper  speak  of  the 
pine,  and  the  latter  says  'the  music 
of  the  spreading  pine  might  heal  a 
soul  less  hurt  than  mine." 

Thomas  Warton  tells  the  one-time 
thrilling  experience  of  the  rural  lad, 
when  he  tells  how — 

"He   climbs   the   tall   pine's   gloomy  ctest. 
To   rob    the    raven's   ancient    nest." 

Coleridge  speaks  with  Horace  of 
the  similarity  between  the  surge  of  the 
pine   and   that     of   the   sea.       Byron, 


Shelley,  and  Tennyson  enjoyed  the 
pine,  and  "Shelley's  Pine  Tree  and 
the  (  )cean"  is  a  classic  poem. 

"We   wandered   to   the    Pine   forest 

Thai   skins  the  ocean's   foam; 
The    lightest    wind    was    in    its    nest, 

The    tempest    in    its    home. 
The   whispering    waves    were    half  asleep, 

'1  "lie. clouds    were    gone    to   play, 
And   i>n   the  bosom  of  the  deep, 

The    smile    of    heaven    lay." 

European    Writers. 

The  spell  of  the  pine  is  not  con- 
fined to  the  English.  Rousseau  said 
his  soul  must  have  the  rocks  and 
pines,  and  the  death-sick  hut  sweet- 
voiced  Heine  celebrates  it.  And 
Schuman  in  his  "Evening  Song" 
catches  the  appropriate  lullaby  of  the 
pine.     He  says  : — 

"Now   reigns   silence   over   hill  and   plain, 
The   weary   world  i.s   fast  in   slumber  lain, 
While    thru    the    pines    soft   murmurs   the 
evening   breeze." 

Put  the  great  European  tribute  to 
a  pine  comes  from  the  pen  of  Ivan 
Yazoff,  the  Bulgarian  poet,  who  at 
the  age  of  20,  wrote  his  fine  tribute 
to  the  pine  tree.  Vazoff  tells  of  the 
giant  pine,  centuries  old,  at  last  dying 
by  the  blast  of  the  lightning,  which 
is  generally  the  fate  of  the  pine 
which  survives  its  fellows  and  stands 
out   alone. 

Our  American  Writers. 

As  the  white-pine  is  the  glory  of 
the  species  we  may  well  expect  that 
American  writers  will  pay  the  best 
tributes,  and  we  are  not  disappoint- 
ed. Longfellow  liked  the  "Pine 
Groves  with  soft  and  soul-like 
sounds."  He  speaks  of  the  "sea- 
suggesting  pines,"  and  reaches  the 
apex  of  his  treatment  in  the  poem 
"My  Cathedral." 

Lowell  treats  of  the  pine  but 
thinks  it  melancholy.  Whittier  of 
course  loved  the  pine,  but  felt  some- 
thing like  Lowell.  That  many-sided 
intellectual  giant  Theodore  Parker,  in 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


his  love-sonnet,  pays  a  fine  tribute 
to  the  pine,  where  he  says,  "My  love 
is  pure,  like  a  pine-tree  in  a  waste  of 


HifTffiiison's    "Snowii 


of 


the  Pines"  is  a  sweet  poem.  Bur- 
roughs lias  a  fine  little  essay  on  "The 
Spray  of  Pine,"  and  Watson  Gilder 
tells  us  what  a  fine  place  for  a  canip 
is  the  pine-grove.  But  the  greatest- 
lovers  of  the  pine,  are  the  great  Con- 
cord pair,  Emerson  and  Thoreau. 
Thoreau  tells  us  the  pine  points 
straight  to  heaven.  And  he  had  a 
lasting  quarrel  with  the  timid  Lowell, 
who  cut  out  his  statement  that  the 
pine-tree  is  immortal  and  will  go  to 
as  high  a  heaven  as  man,  there  to 
tower  above  him. 

Emerson  tells  us  the  pine  trees 
talked  to  him  and  were  the  inspira- 
tion of  his  philosophy.  His  stately 
Concord  homje  was  beneath  a  group 
of  pines  which  murmured  their  music 


into  the  room  where  he  spent  his 
mornings  with  his  books.  And  i; 
was  the  half  grown  pines  at  Canter- 
bury where  he  loved  to  lay  and 
brood  and  from  whence  he  hurls  his 
defy  at  the  world  to  disturb  him. 
when  he  says — 

"O,    when     J    am    stretched    beneath    the 
pines, 

Where  the  evening  star  so  holy  shines, 
1   laugh  at   the  lore  and  pride  of  man." 

With  this  age-old  joy  in  the  pine 
before  me:  with  this  history-old  cele- 
bration of  its  delights  by  the  writers 
of  the  world:  it  is  no  wonder  1  feel 
that  heaven  can  have  no  greater  joys 
than  come  to  me  as  I  camp  in  the 
pines  in  southern  New  Hampshire. 
1   have  a  good  right  to  feel — 

I    am    the    happiest    feller   that    God    ever 

made, 
Here    at    the    door    of    my    shack    in    the 

pine-tree's    shade. 


CANOEING  ON  GRANITE  LAKE 

By  Fanny    1  unnells    Poole. 

Sailing   in   the    twilight   dream-enchanted, 

While  the   flame   is   dying   in   the  blue, 
Conscious   of    my   paddle    music-haunted, 

And  the  tender  eyes  of  you. 
Perfect  is  our  spirit's  twin  communion; 

Let  no  stranye  word  desecrate  the  hour; 
Never  comes  in  stress  of  day  such  union: 

Body's  ease  and  spirit's  power. 

Now  the  holy  calm  of  heaven  is  suited 

To   the  trance-like  dream  of   lake  and   shore. 
Rapture  of  the  hermit  thrush  is  fluted. 

Would   we  might    for  evermore — 
At  the  paddle  I,  and  you,  dream-lover — 

Glide  and  glide,  with  never  grief  for  you. 
I   re-name  this  lake,  where  angels  hover, 

Lake   of    Angels then adieu  ! 


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EDITORIALS 


One    of    the    most    interesting    and 

important  gatherings  of  the  year  in 
New  Hampshire  was  the  annual  ses- 
sion of  the  National  Tax  Confer- 
ence held  for  the  first  time  in  New 
England,  at  Bretton  Woods  in 
September.  The  several  hundred 
delegates  and  guests  in  attendance  in- 
cluded representatives  from  most  of 
the  states  in  the  Union  and  from  sev- 
eral Canadian  provinces  and  the 
papers  presented  on  the  carefully 
prepared  program  gave,  the  views  of 
experts  and  authorities  of  internation- 
al fame  upon  some  of  the  most  press- 
ing problems  of  the  day. 

It  was  due  to  the  initiative  of  Gov- 
ernor Albert  O.  Brown,  for  many 
years  chairman  of  the  New  Hamp- 
shire tax  commission,  that  the  con- 
ference came  to  the  Granite  State 
for  its  meeting  and  he  was  constant 
in  ins  aid  to  the  present  members  of 
the  commission,  ex-Governor  Charles 
M.  Floyd,  John  T.  A'mey  and  Flet- 
cher Hale,  in  the  work  of  arranging 
for  the  meeting.  The  Governor 
contributed  in  person  to  the  program 
an  address  of  welcome  and  a  discus- 
sion of  attempted  tax  reform  through 
constitutional  amendment  in  New 
Hampshire  which  was  one  of  the 
notable  papers  of  the  program.  In  it 
he  made  evident  that  his  faith  is  un- 
shaken in  the  proposition  that  this 
state  must  have  and  should  have  a 
state  income  tax. 

The  visitors  from  without  the 
state  were  given  a  ride  to  the  sum- 
mit of  Mount  Washington  on  the 
cog-wheel  railroad  and  had  other  op- 
portunities for  viewing  the  scenic 
beauties  and  enjoying  the  manifold 
pleasures  of  the  play  ground  of  the 
East  and  they  were  enthusiastic  in 
their  appreciation  of  New  Hamp- 
shire's natural  and  acquired  attrac- 
tions and  of  the  hearty  hospitality  ex- 
tended to  them.  The  holding  of  such 
gatherings  in  the  Granite  State  is  one 


of  the  best  advertisements  which  can 
be  given  the  commonwealth  and  it  is 
to  be  hoped  that  future- years  will  see 
nlore  of  them  brought  to  New 
Hampshire. 

The  Roosevelt  Memorial  Associa- 
tion, Inc.,  of  1  Madison  Ave.,  New 
York  City,  asks  the  Granite  Month- 
ly, in  company  with  the  other  his- 
torical magaxines  of  the  country,  to 
aid  in  gathering  material  on  the  life 
of  Colonel  Roosevelt.  The  Associa- 
tion suggests  that  any  one  who  knew 
Colonel  Roosevelt  personally  should 
write  out  the  story  of  that  acquaint- 
ance for  the  Association,  omitting  no 
detail  of  dates,  places,  anecdotes,  etc., 
and  that  any  unusual  books,  pamph- 
lets, cartoons,  magazine  articles,  clip- 
pings or  photographs,  dealing  with 
Roosevelt's  life  or  interests,  will  be 
welcome. 


Mrs.  Bruce  Carr  Sterrett,  whose 
poem,  "Phases,"  was  printed  in  the 
August  number  of  the  Granite 
Monthly,  with  the  address.  Pelican, 
Louisiana,  writes  us  that  while  that 
is  her  present,  temporary  home,  she 
is  a  native  and  during  most  of  her 
life  a  resident  of  North  Carolina, 
which  state,  she  thinks  should  be  rep- 
resented by  her  verse  in  the  Brookes 
More  contest. 

The         phrase,  "machine-made 

poetry,"  is  used  frequently,  but  as 
a  matter  of  fact  that  wonderful  mod- 
ern invention,  the  linotype  machine, 
is  no  friend  of  the  poet,  and  in  spite 
of  the  greatest  care  it  often  succeeds 
in  destroying  the  rhyme,  rhythm, 
meter  or  form  of  some  carefully  con- 
structed verse.  Some  contestants  in 
the  Brookes  More  tournament  of 
poets  have  been  thus  handicapped, 
but  where  the  error  has  been  one  ob- 
vious to  the  judges,  we  have  not  at- 
tempted  correction.     In    Miss    Louise 


442  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

Patterson-Guyol's      poem,       "Godoss-  Week     celebration     in   the  town     oi 

Moon,"  in  the  September  issue,  how-  Pittsfield,  which  held  the  most  elabor- 

ever,  an   entire   line  was  omitted,  and  ate    observance    of    the    present    year, 

in   justice   to    her      and    because      the  The  account  will  be  prepared  by  the" 

beauty  and   charm   of   the     verse  are  officers  of  the  Old  Home  Week'asso- 

\vorthy   of    repetition,    it    is    re-printed  ciation   and    will   be   well      illustrated, 

in  this  number,  correctly,  we  hope.  Those  who  may  wish  extra  copies  of 

; the   number   are    requested      to   order 

The  November  issue  of  the  Gran-  them  in  advance  so  that  the  size  of 
ite  Monthly  will  be  devoted,  in  large  the  edition  may  be  determined  sea- 
part,  to  an  account  of  the  Old  Home  sonably. 


G0DDES8-IMG0N. 

By  Louise   Pattcrson-Guyol. 

The  gold-haired   Evening  waits  upon  the   Moon ! 

She  fills  the  air  with  peace  and  calm  delight, 

Fit  fur  the  coming  of  the  holy  Night; 

She  dims  the  dazzling  sky  of  afternoon. 

And   calls   the   thrush   to   sing   his   hymnal   tune. 

Discord  with  harmony  she  puts  to   flight, 

And  sorrow  slumbers  in  its  own  despite. 

The  fair-haired  Evening  waits  upon  the  moon ! 


The  black-browed   Night  is  priestess  to  the   Moon! 
The  silent  world  is  altar  for  her  rite. 
The  million  stars  as  tapers  doth  she  light. 
For  choir  the  little  winds  that  tend  her  croon. 
The  perfume  of  the  gardens  sweet  with  June 
Rises  like  incense  from  the  censers  white 
Swung  by  the   flowers  that  glimmer   softly  bright. 
The  dark-browed   Night  is  priestess  to  the  Moon! 

The  grey-robed  Dawn  is  vestal  of  the  Moon! 
She  veils  the  flickering  stars   from  human  sight, 
Hiding  their  radiance  in  the  far  dim  height 
Whence  blue-eyed  Day  steals  upon  silver  shoon, 
Leading  the  Sun  god  through  the  gates  rose-hewn 
Of  massive  cloud — the  god  before  whose  might 

The  startled  goddess  hurries  as  in  fright 

The  pale-robed  Dawn  is  vestal  of  the  Moon ! 


BOOKS  OF  NEW  HAMPSHIRE  INTEREST 


David  Rowland  Francis,  mayor 
of  St..  Louis,  Governor  of  Missouri, 

president  of  the  Louisiana  Purchase 
Exposition,  Secretary  of  the  Interior 
and  ambassador  to  Russia,  has  been 
for  man;,-  years  one  of  the  most 
prominent  and  popular  members  of 
the  brilliant  summer  colony  in  our 
seacoast  town  of  Rye,  and  not  only 
his  friends  and  neighbors  there,  but 
all  the  people  of  New  Hampshire 
have  watched  with  interest  and  ap- 
preciation his  distinguished  career 
and  will  read  with  deepest  interest 
the  handsome  volume  (Charles 
Scribner's  Sons,  New  York,  $3.50) 
in  which  he  describes  ''Russia  from 
the  American  Embassy,  April,  1916- 
Xovember,    1918." 

During  this  period  he  was  credit- 
ed to  the  Monarchy  of  Russia  13 
months;  represented  the  United 
States  with  the  Provisional  Govern- 
ment of  Russia  for  eight  months; 
and  remained  in  Russia  from  the  in- 
ception of  the  Bolshevic  usurpation 
until  within  five  days  of  the  Armis- 
tice, when  he  went  to  a  London  hos- 
pital for  an  operation  ;  upon  his  re- 
covery attending  by  direction  of  the 
Secretary  of  State  the  Peace  Con- 
ference  in  Paris. 

A  remarkable  opportunity  thus 
was  afforded  to  a  keen  observer 
ami  thoughtful  student  of  world 
problems  to  see  and  to  ponder 
at  close  range  the  events  which 
made  Russia  the  most-  perplexing 
puzzle  and  threatening  problem 
in  all  this  Twentieth  Century  up- 
heaval. Perhaps  no  one  man  can 
understand  the  Russia  of  today. 
Certainly  no  one  man  can  explain 
clearly  to  others  the  situation  and 
conditions  obtaining  there  today 
and  for  the  past  five  years.  Rut 
very  great  assistance  is  afforded  by 
Mr.  Francis  in  this  volume  to  the 
reader  who  really  desires  to  get  as 
much  truth  and  as  little  of  the  op- 


posite as  possible  concerning  the 
land    which    the   Czar   lost. 

In  making  his  book  Mr.  Francis 
has  adopted  the  method  of  quoting 
literally  and  liberally  from  his  of- 
fical  dispatches  and  from  letters 
written  from  Russia  to  his  family 
and  friends  in  this  country.  This 
shows  how  people,  places  and  events 
registered  themselves  on  his  mental 
film  at  the  time  of  exposure.  These 
extracts  he  connects  with  a  running 
story  of  explanation  and  comment, 
showing  their  relation  to  and  bear- 
ing upon  the  subsequent  course  of 
events  and  present  conditions.  The 
result  is  not  remarkable  from  a  lit- 
erary standpoint,  but  it  is  readable 
and  rememberable. 

Answering  at  once  the  question 
which  always  is  asked  first  in  re- 
gard to  Russia  the  author  says  in 
his  introduction;  "Bolshevism  be- 
gan to  show  itself  within  eighteen 
months  before  my  departure  from 
Russia.  I  saw  its  spasmodic  mani- 
festations through  the  summer  of 
1917,  its  usurpation  of  power  in 
the  autumn  of  that  year.  I  was  in 
the  midst  of  Lenin's  experiment  in 
government  for  more  than  a  year. 
1  have  seen  this  monstrosity  run 
its  course,  to  become  the  world 
wide  danger  which  my  observation 
at  close  hand  had  convinced  me 
it   would    become." 

On  the  final  page  of  his  "retro- 
spect" he  declares  "Russia  was  the 
chief  victim  of  the  world  war.  We 
owe  he/"  a  duty  which  gratitude 
should  prompt  us  to  discharge.  But 
beyond  that,  if  we  could  but  realize 
it.  we  owe  it  to  ourselves,  if  we 
would  preserve  our  institutions,  to 
eradicate  this  foul  monster — Bolshe- 
vism— branch,  trunk  and  root.  We 
owe  it  to  society.  We  owe  it 
to  humanity.  If  we  would  save  so- 
ciety from  barbarism  and  human- 
ity from  slaughter.       America  saved 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


civilization  and  thus  became  the 
moral  leader  of  the  world.  Let  us 
retain  this  leadership  by  saving 
Russia,  because  we  are  'the  only 
government  on  the  face  of  the 
earth  that  can  do  it." 


_  The    deservedly    popular      Booth 
farkmgton   novelist  and   dramatist, 
who  made  his  first  essays  in  litera- 
ture as  a  student   at    Phillips  Acad- 
emy, Exeter,  New  Hampshire,  rings 
the  bullseye  bell    on    the    target    of 
success  so   frequently    that    we  are 
heard  put  to  it  in  keeping  up  to  date 
with  the   sounding    of    his    praises. 
Hie      copy      of      "Alice      Adams" 
(Doublexkiy,     Page    &    Co.,     $1.75) 
which  we  have  in  hand    is    marked 
"third  edition,"  and  very  likely  this 
numeral  will  be  out  of  date  before 
these   words  appear  in   print.     This 
is   somewhat    the    more   remarkable 
because  "Alice  Adams"  does  not  in 
any  way  bid  for  popularity.       It  is 
not   written    by    the    Tarki'ngton    of 
"Penrod,"    "Seventeeen"  and    "The 
Wren",  but  by  the    Tarkington     of 
that  splendid  story,  "The  Turmoil," 
and  the  Pulitzer  prize  winner,  "The 
Magnificent     Ambersons."        It      is 
"realism" — much    abused    word— of 
the    clean     American    brand.       You 
and  I  know  every    character    in    it. 
Alice   Adams    just    went     by     the 
window.       Her    father's    story    was 
told  again  today  before  our  referee 
in  bankruptcy.  We  have  pitied  other 
mothers  as  senseless  in    their     sac- 


rifices as  her's.  To  tell  an  ever- 
day  story  of  "just  folks"  with  such 
art  as  to  please  the  captions  critic 
and  arrest  the  attention  of  the  casual 
reader  is  the  substance  of  this  latest 
Tarkington  triumph. 


t  Peter  B.  Kyne's  latest  novel, 
"The  Pride  of  Palomar,"  (Cosmo- 
politan Book  Corporation,  New 
York,  $2)  is  frankly  propaganda  and 
the  fact  of  its  frankness  neutralizes 
to  .some  extent  the  dislike  which 
most  of  us  feel  for  fiction  thus 
dosed.  Up  in  this  corner  of  the 
country  we  cannot  understand  or 
appreciate  the  bitter  anti-Japanese 
sentiment  which  seems  to  permeate 
the  Pacific  coast  and  which  has  been 
able  to  enlist  the  services  of  .such 
notable  press  agents  as  Mr.  Kyne 
and  Wallace  Irwin.  So  we  are  in- 
clined to  discount  the  devil ishness 
of  Mr.  Okada  et  als  as  set  forth 
in  regard  to  Palomar  and  Don 
Miguel  Jose  Maria  Federico  Noriago 
Farrelle. 

But  it  adds  to  the  lively  move- 
ment of  a  very  good  story  and 
furnishes  an  excellently  black 
background  against  which  to  display 
the  superlative  virtues  and  accomp- 
lishments of  Don  Mike  and  his 
more  than  superlative  race  horse, 
Panchito.  Mr.  Kyne  always  is  a 
good  story  teller,  whether  he  sails 
the  sea  or  rides  a  ranche,  and  "The 
Pride  of  Palomar"  does  no  injury 
to   his   record   in   this   respect. 


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THE  OLD  CANALS  OF  ENGLAND 

By  Helen  M.  Campbell 

The  old  canals 
Of  England 

Wind  gently. 

Grown  rough  and  soft  and  green 

Along  the  edges 

Where  paths  are  gone,  but  seen 

Sketched  in 

With   hedges. 

These  old  canals 

Bear  lilies; 

And   the  wild- fowl. 

Lone  craft  to  sail  or  float 

The  sluggish  surface, 

Feed  idly. 

Perhaps  a  worn-out  boat, 

All  torn  and  battered, 

Half  sunk  in  mud  and  sand. 

And    so   bespattered 

Its   outlines    merge   and    blend 

Into  the  landscape. 

Affords  a  place  to  rest, 

Or  hidie-hole  to  nest : 

And  so. 

Sleeps  kindly. 

A  turquoise  bird 

Gives  colour, 

And  a  thorn  tree 

Casts  petals  pink  and  white 

Which  softly  mingle 

With  shadows. 

Tall  trees  against  the  light 

Filter  protection 

With  bars  of  black  and  gold 

Of   their   reflection, 

And    screen   against   the   cold 

The  coral  lillics ; 

While  blue-bells  in  the  grass 

Nod  to  the  winds  which  pass 

By  them 

From  meadows. 

No  other  work  is  done 

Than   that  of   Nature, 

And  rest  is  surely  come 

To  every   feature 

Of  England's 

Old  Canals. 


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OCTOBER 

By  Katharine  Sawin  Oakcs. 

Jubilant   October,    the   year's   mardi-gras ! 

Merry  clays  a-tingle  with  color,  life,  and  sun! 

Revellers  from  fairyland  have  lightly  run, 
Ribboning  the  nearer  woods  and  hills  afar 

With  fluttering,  bright  streamers  out  of  rainbows  spun; 
Winds  off  the  high  peaks,    from  amethystine  jar. 

Dip  the  swirling  brilliant  drops  that,  one  by  one. 
Patter    down    a-rioting — Flame's    avatar! 

Frolicsome  October, — with  carnival  gay, — 

On  it  breaks  November's  sullen,  sodden  dawn ; 
Chillingly   she  smooths  till   all   earth's  tints  are   drawn; 

Trees  lift  up  bare  limbs  and  fallen  leaves  turn  gray; 
Fled  are  youth  and  blithesomeness ;  the  year  puts  on 

Sackcloth  and  ashes ;   sad   Winter  has  her  way. 


OCTOBER 

By  Fra>wcs  Wright   Turner. 

Over  the  valley  in  garments  of  flame, 

October  comes  laughing  and  dancing; 

And  down  in  the  brook,  where  she  pauses  to  look 

Soft  colors,  like  dreams  go  a  glancing. 

She  has  touched  all  the  trees  with  her  sweet  finger-tips 
Till  they  riot  in  scarlet  and  yellow ; 
And  the  golden-rod  tall,  by  the  old  meadow  wall, 
She  touches  with  tints  rich  and  mellow. 

She  kisses  the  sumac  with   scarlet-red  lips; 
And  hiding  deep  down  in  the  grasses. 
The  blue  asters  lie.  and  reflect  back  the  sky 
As  she  wakens  them  all,  when  she  passes. 

She  covers  the  hills  with  a  deep,  hazy  blue 
That  at  night,  when  the  shadows  come   falling. 
Is  a  soft,  tender  mist,  of  pale  amethyst, 
That  hushes  the  nightingale's  calling. 

She  fills  all  the  world;  this  great  spirit  of  flame, 
With  a  music  like  wonderful  singing, 
For  her  mystical  fingers,  wherever  she  lingers, 
Touch  her  keys  that  set  nature  a'ringing. 


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THE  ROAD 

By  Z.  G.  D. 

The   Road  winds  dawn  the  Bethlehem  Hills 
Through  wooded  twilight  of  grey  beeches 

Where,   like  slim  candles,  here  and   there 
Shine   steins  of   white  and   yellow   birches. 
It   skirts  around   rough-pastured   knolls, 
Both  near  and   far-off  summits  sighting. 
To   visit  upland   farmsteads  where 
Good  cheer  and  grim  content  are  biding. 

Now  on  the  verge  of  steeper  grade, 

'Twould   fain  go  leaping  down  the  mountain, 

Past  ancient  forest,  robbed  and  shorn. 

By    ruthless,    unskilled    hand    dismantled, 

Still   tuneful   with  each   Spring's   return 

Of  whitethroats  and   sweet  thrush-bells  ringing, 

The  cuckoo's  call,  the  whippoorwill's 

Sad  cadence  and  the  veery's  pleading. 

Through  twilight   stretch  of   beech  and   birch. 
By  scant  fields  vexed  with  mossy  boulders. 
Past  tattered  hem  of  ravished  woods, 
Watched  ever  by  yon  peering  summits, 
The   Road   winds   down   the  Bethlehem   Hills 
In  steeper  grade  and   swifter  windings 
Until  with  sudden  fling  it  lies 
Uncoiled  and  flat  along  the  valley. 

A   narrow   valley  broadening  out 

Like  opened  palm  outspread  and  gracious; 

A  fairy  intervale  to  hold 

The    village   green,   with    church-spires   pointing, 

Elm-shadowed  homes  and  busy  mills 

That    range    along    the    river's    wending. 

Through   sunny  glade  or  shade  of  bough 
The  Road  is  ever  by  the  river; 
Like   weathered    gossips    sauntering. 
One    listens    while    the    other    chatters. 
Where   ends   the   valley's   even  trail, 
One,  garrulous,  keeps  age-worn  channel ; 
The    Road    climbs    beckoning    heights    alone, 
For   loftier   trend   must   needs   be  parting. 


HE  DREAMED  OF  BEAUTY. 

By  Leighton  Rollins. 

This  was  his  hope  Ely.sian, 
This  was  the  dream  lie  saw, 
Shining'  hope  was  a  vision, 
A  vision  of  gleaming  awe, 

'I  hat  Beauty  the  living  glorv. 

Is  born  in  the  heart  of  all  joy, 

Living  the  sacred  old  story 

As  Galahad,  the  knight  from  the  boy. 

Then  might  you  believe  in  the  comer, 
Who  sings  between  dawn  and  night's  doom, 
\Y  hen  Winter  and  Spring  are  Summer, 
When  song  springs  forth  into  bloom. 

There  by  the  flowers  near  the  Wayside, 
Who  sing  to  the  pilgrims  on  Earth, 
Of  the  joy  and  beauty  of  old  Maytide, 
When  all  the  folk  did  dance  on  Earth. 

Beauty  dwelt  in  music  enthralling, 
Piped  from  the  reeds  of  the  streams, 
Eound  ever  in  echoes  calling, 
Calling  to  bygone  dreams  of  dreams. 

Pie  saw  beauty  ble^t  for  tomorrow, 
And  beauty  kissed  for  to-day, 
He  cared  not  secrets  to  borrow, 
For  beauty  lives  alway. 

Now  was  it  he  knew   that  he  would  not  perish. 
For  he  held  the  life  of  all  lives, 
For  ever  and  ever  to  cherish, 
With  truth  which  ever  survives. 

This  was  his  hope  Elysian, 
This  was  the  dream  he  saw. 
Beauty,  an  incarnate  vision, 
A  vision  of  holy  awe. 


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SILENCES 

By  Joseph  Henry  Ayers. 

The  sea   hath   silences! 
Beneath  the  ocean  waves  which  sigh  and  roar, 
Unfathomable  depths  m  stillness  rest— 
Tho  billows  toss  and  surge   forever  more, 
And  storms  may  heat  upon  the  ocean's  crest! 

The  sea  hath  silences! 

The  hills  have  silences! 
Secluded  glens,  where  wild  flowers  love  to  grow  ! 
The  eagle  as  it  soars  on  noiseless  wing- 
Majestic  peaks  crowned  with  eternal  snow— 
And  forests  wild,  where  sparkling  waters  sing! 

The  hills  have  silences! 

The  fields  have  silences! 
\  alleys   fair,   where  ripening  harvests  stand— 
Or   fragrant  with   die  breath  of  new-mown  hay! 
The  shaded  path  which  winds  across  the  land— 
The  twilight  hush— as  daylight    fades  away— 

The  fields  have  silences ! 

The   night   hath   silences! 
Vast   solitudes,   in  distant   realms  of   space- 
Where   wondrous    worlds,   beyond    our   ken   and 

sight, 
Move  ever  on,  each  in  its  path  and  place- 
Omnipotence    doth    hold    the    stars    of    light! 
The   night   hath   silences! 

The  heart  hath   silences! 
Its  secret  room  within  of  mystery. 
Where  longings,  hopes  and  griefs  and  joys  abide 
The  soul's  still  place  of  calm  and  sanctity- 
Held  sacred   from  the  curious  world  outside! 

The  heart  hath  silences! 


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HOUSE  OF  DREAMS 

By  Mary  Jva   Whittier. 

In  the  land  oi  uur  dreams  there's  a  little  house- 
A   dream   that   perhaps    will    come   true. 
Half   hidden   somewhere  among  the   flowers — 
A  sweet  little  nest   for  two. 

And  oh.  it  is  full,  so  full  of  love; 

And  in  at  the  open  door 

The  bird  songs  float  with  a  happy  sound 

And   the   sunbeams   dance  on   the   floor. 

Just  a  little  low  house,  nothing  grand  perhaps 
But  the  best  in  the  world  it  seems ; 
Our  nest  half  hidden  among  the  flowers — 
Our  dear   little  house  of   dreams. 


HOPES  UNFULFILLED 

By  Martha  S.  Baker. 

It  is  not  hard  to  thank  thee,  Lord, 

For  gifts  that  please,   for  friends  who  love 

Companionships  in   sweet  accord ; 

For  aspirations   born  above ; 

For  sunlit  days  and  star  gemmed  nights; 
Abundant  harvests,   needful   showers; 
For   all   earth's   varied   charmls,   delights, 
For  landscape  beauty,  birds  and  flowers. 

But,  Lord,  when  shall  we  reach  this  height, 
To  thank  thee  for  our  loss  and  pain; 
For  pleasures  that  have  taken  flight, 
Hopes  unfulfilled,  ambitions  slain? 

For  dreams  that  never  will  come  true ; 
Defeated  aims  we  shall  not  know 
Save  as  in  other  lives  we  view, 
See  them  develop  and  in  beauty  grow. 

In  hours  of  triumph  faith  is     sweet, 
God's  love  and  mercy  underlies ; 
The   spirit  crushed   finds   courage  meet, 
For  what  life  brings,  of  joy  denies. 


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NEW  HAMPSHIRE  NECROLOGY 


JUDGE  EDGAR  ALDRICH. 

Edgar  Aldrich,  distinguished  jurist, 
publicist  and  historian,  wa*  born  in  Pitts- 
)urg.  N.  II..  Feb.  5.  1848,  the  son  of 
Ephraim  C.  and  Adeline  Bedel  (Haynes) 
\ldrich.  He  was  educated  in  the  public 
.chools.  at  Colebrook  Academy  and  at  the 
law  department  of  the,  University  of 
Michigan,  where  he  graduated  with  the 
legree  of  Bachelor  of  Laws  in  1868.  Lie 
,vas   admitted   to   the    New   Hampshire   bar 


bench  of  the  U.  S.  Circuit  Court  of  Ap- 
peals for  the  First  Judicial  Circuit.  He 
was  a  member  of  the  constitutional  con- 
vention of  1902  and  to  the  very  last  mani- 
fested a  deep  and  helpful  interest  in  the 
affairs  of  the  state.  During  the  present 
year  he  had  carried  to  successful  coui- 
pleti  m  the  project  of  naming  the  first 
built  oi  our  principal  state  roads  the 
Daniel  Webster  Highway.  Judge  Aldrich 
was  a  student  of  history,  to  whose  litera- 
ture   lie    had    made    many    valuable    contii- 


The  Late  Judge  Edgar  Aldrich 


in  the  same  year  and  practiced  in  Cole- 
brook  from  1868  to  1881,  serving  as  so- 
licitor of  Coos  county,  1872-4  and  1876-9. 
In  1881  he  removed  to  Littleton,  which 
has  since  been  his  residence  and  where 
he  died  Sept.  15.  In  1885  he  was  chosen 
to  the  House  of  Representatives  from  Lit- 
tleton and  was  elected  its  speaker.  In  1891 
he  was  appointed  judge  of  the  United  States 
district  court  and  held  that  position  until 
his   death,   serving   also   extensively   on   the 


butions  in  the  form  of  articles  and  ad- 
dresses. Several  of  the  former  the  Gran- 
ite Monthly  has  been  privileged  to  print. 
Judge  Aldrich  received  the  honorary  degree 
of  A.  M.  from  Dartmouth  College  and  that 
of  LL.  D.  from  the  Universities  of 
Michigan  and  Colorado.  He  marred,  Oct. 
7,  LS/2,  Louise  M.  Remick,  by  whom  he 
is  survived,  with  their  daughter,  Florence 
M.  (Mrs.  Howard  S.  KnifHn.) 


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IRA    F.    HARRIS. 

Ira  Francis  Harris,  banker,  author,  trav- 
eller, lecturer,  was  born  in  Nashua.  Nov. 
9.  1S55,  and  died  there  Sept.  18.  He  was 
the  son  of  Robert  and  Mary  (Glines) 
Harris  and  was  educated  in  the  schools  of 
Nashua.  In  1877  he  entered  the  employ  of 
the  Indian  Head  National  Bank  and  so 
remained  until  his  death.,  having  been 
cashier  since  1895.  In  addition  to  exten- 
sive travels  on  this  continent,  he  went 
around  the  world  in  1913  and  described 
his    journey    in    a    book,     "Breezes     from 


etc.     He  was  a  32d  degree  Mason;  leadei 
in    the    First    Congregational    church.;    and 
member    of     the    Nashua    Country    CI  ' 
June   7,    1881,   he   married   Mary     C.    Proc- 
tor of  Nashua,  by  whom  he  is  survived. 


ABBOTT  H.  THAYER. 

Abbott  Handerson  Thayer,  famous  ar- 
tist and  discoverer  of  the  law  of  protective 
coloration  in  nature,  died  at  his  home  in 
Dublin,  May  29.  He  was  born  in  Boston, 
Auffust    12,    1849,   the    son   of    Dr.   William 


The  Late  Ika  F.  Harris 


the  Orient."  He  also  v.  as  the  author  of 
many  monographs  and  historical  addresses 
and  h  .d  prepared  and  delivered  illustrated 
talks  on  travel  and  history  with  much 
success.  He  was  the  president  of  the 
Edgewood  cemetery  Association,  to  whose 
grounds  he  recently  gave  a  handsome  en- 
trance;  first  president  of  the  Nashua  Ro- 
tary Club;  treasurer  of  the  city  and  state 
boards  of  trade;  vice-president  for  New- 
Hampshire  of  the  American  Bankers'  As- 
sociation; trustee  of  Nashua  public  library; 


Henry  and  Ellen  (Handerson)  Thayer.  As 
a  boy  he  determined  to  make  painting  his 
life  'work  and  studied  for  several  years 
with  Gerome  in  Paris.  His  earlier  work 
was  in  portraits  and  landscapes,  followed 
in  late  years  by  ideal  figure  pictures. 
During  the  war  he  worked  abroad  in 
the  development  of  the  principles  of 
camouflage.  He  was  a  member  of  the 
American  Academy  of  Arts  and  Letters 
and  for  two  years  president  of  the  So- 
ciety   of    American    Artists. 


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WINTHROP.E.   STONE. 

Dr.  Winthrop  Ellsworth  Stone,  president 
of  Purdue  University,  whi  lost  his  life 
on  Mount  Eanon  in  the  Canadian  Rockies 
last  July,  while  endeavoring  to  rescue  his 
wife  from  a  perilous  position,  was  b  rn 
is1.  Chesterfield.  Tune  12,  1862,  the  son  of 
Frederick  L.  and  Ann  Butler  Stone.  He 
graduated  from  the  Massachusetts  Agricul- 
tural College  in  1882  and  did  post-gradu- 
ate work  at  Boston  University  and  Got- 
tingen.  He  was  a  chemist  at  the  Massa- 
chusetts and  Tennessee  state  experimental 
stations  until  1889,  when  he  joined  the  fac- 
ulty of  Purdue  University  and  had  been 
its  president  since  1900.  He  was  a  mem- 
ber of  the  Indiana  State  Board  of  Edu- 
cation and  of  many  learned  societies.  He 
published  books  on  researches  upon  the 
carbohydrates.  He  was  an  active  member 
of  the  Alpine  Club  of  Canada,  the  Ameri- 
can Alpine   Club  and  the  Mazamas. 


JOHN   P.   TUCKER. 

John  Prentice  Tucker,  well-known  Boston 
newspaper  man,  was  born  in  Concord,  July 
17,  1864,  the  son  of  Josiah  P.  and  Hannah 
R.  Tucker,  and  died  in  Boston,  Sept.  9. 
He  was  a  graduate  of  Dartmouth  college, 
class  of  1886,  and  of  the  Harvard  Law 
School,  but  during  most  of  his  life  was 
engaged  in  journalism  as  editor  of  the 
"Senn  and  Heard"  column  of  the  Boston 
Record  and  latt  r  "The  Whirling  Hub"' 
of  the  Boston  Traveler.  He  is  survived 
by   two   sisters   aud   a    daughter. 


JEREMIAH   SMITH. 

Judge  Jeremiah  Smith,  born  at  Exeter, 
July  14.  1837.  the  son  of  Jeremiah  and 
Elizabeth  (Hale)  Smith,  died  at  St. 
Andrews,  N.  B.,  Sept.  3.  His  father 
served  under  John  Stark  in  the  Revo- 
lution and  Judge  Smith  was  probably  the 
last  surviving  "real"  Son  of  the  American 
Revolution  of  New  Hampshire  ances- 
try. He  graduated  from  Harvard  in 
1856  and  received  the  degree  of  Doctor  of 
Laws  from  Dartmouth  in  1883.  He  was 
admitted  to  the  bar  in  1861,  practiced  in 
Dover  and  was  a  judge  of  the  New- 
Hampshire  Supreme  Court  from  1867  to 
1874.  From  1890  until  his  resignation  in 
1910  he  was  Story  professor  of  law  at 
Harvard.  He  was  for  some  time  a  mem- 
ber of  the  board  of  visitors  to  the 
Chandler  Scientific  School  at  Dart- 
mouth and  was  trustee  of  Phillips  Exeter 
Academy  for  10  year?.  He  is  survived  by 
one  son,  Jeremiah,  a  prominent  member  of 
the    Boston    bar. 


EDWIN    H.    TAYLOR. 

Edwin  Hubfcard  Taylor,  born  in  Hins- 
dale, October  25,  1833,  died  at  Peter- 
borough, April  11.  He  graduated  from 
Dartmouth  College  in  1850  and  taught 
for  many  years  in  the  South  and  West. 
In  1881  he  was  principal  of  the  Peter- 
borough High  school  and  the  next  year 
entered  into  a  general  store  partnership 
with  Andrew  J.  Walbridge,  which  con- 
tinued for  35  years.  He  was  for  21  years 
a  member  of  the  town  school  board. 
At  college  he  joined  the  Psi  Upsilon 
fraternity. 


HERMAN  L.  HORNE, 
Herman  L.  Home,  born  in  WoBfeboro, 
February  6.  1852,  the  son  of  John  L. 
and  Hannah  (Wallace)  Home,"  died  at 
Norway,  Me..  July  9.  He  graduated  from 
Dartmouth  College  in  the  class  of  1874 
and  was  a  prominent  citizen  of  Norway 
through  life,  establishing  the  electric  light- 
ing plant  there,  carrying  on  a  successful 
furniture  business  and  being  deacon  in  the 
Congregational  church.  He  was  a  fine  bass 
singer  and  much  interested  in  the  Maine 
chorus,  whose  annual  festival  he  always 
attended 

WILLIAM  G.  LIVINGSTONE. 
William  Gardner  Livingstone  was  born 
in  Peterborough,  February  26.  1840,  the  son 
of  Frederick  and  Lucy  (Law)  Livingstone, 
and  died  there  June  13.  He  was  educated 
in  the  town  schools  and  at  New  Hamp- 
ton Institution  and  from  1862  until  his 
death  was  connected  with  the  banks  of 
Peterborough,  as  president  of  the  National 
bank  since  1894.  He  was  a  member  of 
the  Masonic  lodge  and  chapter  and  of  the 
Unitarian  church.  He  is  survived  by  a 
son,  Frederick  G,  of  Peterborough,  a 
daughter,  Mrs.  Alice  Dean  of  Maiden, 
Mass.,  a  brother,  George  F.  and  a  sister, 
Mrs.  Mary  Ella  Templeton,  both  of  Peter- 
borough,   and    three    grandchildren. 


JOHN    M.    HOWE. 

John  M.  Howe  was  born  in  Newport, 
September  22.  1855,  and  died  at  Clare- 
mont,  August  16.  He  was  in  business  in 
Claremont  from  1883  to  1918  when  he  re- 
tired, but  was  sought  by  his  townsmen  for 
public  service  and  was  selectman  at  the 
time  of  his  death,  having  been  previously 
representative  in  the  legislature  and  town 
treasurer.  He  was  a  trustee  of  the  Clare- 
mont savings  bank  and  of  the  Methodist 
church.  His  wife,  who  was  Miss  Delia 
L.  Quimby,  and  two  sons,  Earl  and  Arthur, 
survive   him. 


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EDWARD  O.  FIFIELD. 

Edward  Oren  Fifield,  born  in  Hopkinton, 
Au.qu^t  25,  1S48,  died  at  his  home  in  Mil- 
ford.  July  15.  He. was  educated  in  the 
schools  of  Londonderry  and  during  his 
active  life  was  the  proprietor  of  success- 
ful box  factories  in  several  places.  He 
had  served  as  representative  in  the  legis- 
lature from  the  town  of  Lee-  and  had  held 
various  offices  in  the  city  of  Nashua.  He 
was  prominent  in  all  the  Masonic  oi- 
ganizations,  up  to  and  including  the  32nd 
degree,  and  also  was  a  member  of  the  I. 
O.  O.  F.  and  the  Baptist  church.  He  is 
survived  by  his  wife,  who  was  Miss  Grace 
Hopkins  of  Nashua,  and  a  sister,  Mrs. 
Fannie  Colson  of   Salem,  Mass. 


MAJOR  JOHN   F.   HAZELTON. 

Maior  John  Frank  Hazelton  was  born  in 

Chester,  May  9.  1836,  the  sou  of  Mr.  nnd 
Mrs.  William  Hazelton,  and  died  July  20 
at  the  Soldiers'  Home  in  Rath  Me.,  where 
he  had  been  since  1918.  He  was  educate,' 
at  Pinkerton  Academy,  Phillips  Andover 
and  Union  College  and  studied  law  with 
his  brother,  Gerry  in  Wisconsin,  where  he 
recruuted  a  company  for  Civil  War  service. 
After  the  war  lie  was  a  lawyer  and  editor 
in  New  York,  served  'ten  years  as  collec- 
tor of  internal  revenue  and  held  places  in 
the  consular  service  in  Greece  and  Canada. 
One  son,  Henry  Isham  Hazelton  of  Chicago 
survives    him. 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

Vol.  LI1I.  NOVEMBER,  1921  No.  11 


1 50tk  YEAR  CELEBRATION,  PITTSFIELD,  N.  H. 

Old    Home    Week,    1921 

The  Pittsfield  Old.  Home  Day  Association  has  had  charge  of  the  observance 
of  Old  Home  Day  from  the  beginning  and  it  has  received  the  hearty  co-operation 
of  the  town  authorities  and  the  people.  It  is  an  association  of  residents  with 
no  membership  fee  which  meets  early  each  year  to  arrange  for  Old  Home 
Hay.  The  officers  for  1921  are  as  follows:  President,  E.  P.  Sanderson;  Vice- 
Presidents,  X.  S.  Drake,  W.  Scott;  Secretary.  C.  M.  Page;  Treasurer,  H.  B. 
Fischer. 

Early  in  1921  a  meeting  was  held  to  arrange  for  the.  observance  of  the 
settlement  of  the  town  or  locality.  It  should  be  noted  that  various  accounts 
are  given  as  to  the  precise  year  of  settlement.  This  matter  is  discussed  in 
the  historical  address  of  Hem.  John  King  Berry  herein  printed  in  full.  All 
interested,  however,  agreed  to  celebrate  the  event  during  Old  Home  Week  of 
the  present  year.  At  the  meeting  referred  to  and  subsequent  meetings  the  fol- 
lowing committees  were  arranged. 

Executive  Committee:  Dr.  F.  H.  Sargent,  chairman.  X.  S.  Drake,  C.  F. 
H.  Freese,  E.  P.  Sanderson,  F.  S.  Jenkins,   H.   B.   Fischer.   C.   M.   Page. 

The  names  of  chairmen  of  the  various  other  committees  follow:  Finance. 
H.  B.  Fischer;  Invitation.  F.  S.  Jenkins;  Sunday,  Rev.  \Y.  I.  Sweet;  Adver- 
tising, XTatt  Jones;  Editorial,  Rev.  \V.  Scott;  Sports.  G.  F.  Freese;  Parade, 
X.  M.  Batchelder ;  Banquet.  J.  T.  Harvey;  Music,   Mrs.   Newman  Durell. 

In  due  time  the  program  of  the  celebration  was  completed  and  its  gen- 
eral outline  was   as    follows : 

Sunday,   August   21,    1921. 

10.45  a.  m.     Religious    Service    at    the    Congregational    Church.     Music   by 
Lotus   Male   Quartette   of   Boston. 

7.00  p.  m.     Sacred    Concert    at    the    Opera    House    by    the    Lotus    Quar- 
tette and  Brief  Addresses  by  Local  Ministers. 

Wednesday,  August  24. 

6.00  p.  m.     Old     Home     Day     Supper    with     After-dinner     Speeches    and 
Music. 

Thursday,  August  25. 

8.30  a.  m.  Historical  and  Decorative  Parade.     Open  to  All. 

12.00  m.  Basket  picnic  in  Academy  Park. 

1.00  p.  m.  Band   Concert  by   the  American   Band   of    Pittsfield. 

1.30  p.  m.  Address    by   the'  President    and    Historical  Address  by   Hon. 

John    King   Berry. 

3.30  p.  m.  Sports  at  Drake  Field,  Prizes  Awarded.     Open  to  all. 

8.00  p.  m.  Concert  by  the  American  Band  in  Academy  Park. 


45S  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

Sunday  Observance. 
Sunday,    August    21,    was    bright    and   beautiful.     At    the    morning    service 

the  Lotus  Quartette  rendered  several  selections.  Mrs.  W.  B.  Ely,  organist.  Ap- 
propriate hymns  also  were  sung  by  the  congregation  which  filled  the  main 
auditorium  and  over  {"lowed  into  the  adjoining  vestry.  The  floral  display 
about  the  pulpit  was  very  attractive.  The  Rev.  W.  I.  Sweet  of  the  (  on- 
gregational  Church.  Rev.  Vv".  H.  Getchell  of  the  Baptist  and  Rev.  W.  Scott 
participated  in  the  service.  The  sermon  was  by  the  Rev.  H.  A.  Remick  of 
the  Episcopal  Church  and  was  as   follows: 

"Forgetting  those  things  that  are  behind,  and  reaching  forth  to  those  that 
are  before,  1  press  toward  the  mark  for  the  prize  of  the  high  calling  of  God 
in  Christ  Jesus."      (Phil.  3:  13,  14.) 

"Speak  unto  the  childen  of  Israel  that  they  go  forward."      (Exodus  13:  14.) 

It  may  be  that  from  his  prison  in  the  Palatine.  St.  Paul  heard  shout> 
that  rang  from  the  Circus  Maximus  beneath  hm.  It  may  be  that  looking 
through  the  grated  lattice  he  saw  the  wild-eyed  charioteers  bending  over  their 
steeds  with  twisted  lash,  and  this  undaunted,  brave-hearted  warrior  for 
Christ  hands  down  to  us  another  of  his  immortal  metaphors. 

There  are  scarcely  any  avenues  of  research  that  possess  so  many  at- 
tractions to  our  minds  as  those  which  lead  us  back  into  the  dim,  misty  past. 
It  seems  to  be  a  characteristic  of  our  human  nature  to  clothe  persons  and  events 
that  are  behind  us  in  the  pathway  of  Time  with  a  radiance  or  glory  that 
seldom  finds  realization  in  sober,  prosaic  fact.  We  go  to  two  extremes  just  as 
mental  bias  or  prejudice  may  lead  us.  magnifying  faults,  or  exaggerating 
virtues.  This  morning  1  would  leave  to  those  who  are  more  familiar  than 
myself  with  the  events  leading  up  to  the  incorporation  of  Pittsfield  in  1782  and 
the  years  full  of  toil  and  sacrifice  that  immediately  succeed  and  deal  with  a 
few  great,  fundamental  truths  more  appropriate  to  this  day  and  occasion 
when  we  are  here  assembled  to  worship  God.  and  return  our  thanks  to  Him 
for  the  infinite   love   and   protecting  care   that   has   overshadowed   all   our   days. 

We  are  heirs  to  the  combined  wisdom  and  experience  of  the  countless 
generations  that  have  played  their  part  and  disappeared.  Relieve  me  this  leg- 
acy does  not  fall  to  us,  bringing  with  it  an  increase  of  knowledge,  an  increase 
of  power,  without  bringing  also  in  its  train  an  awful  increase  of  responsibility. 
We  are  debtors— moral,  spiritual  debtors  to  a  vastly  greater  extent  than  were 
they  who  five  or  six  generations  ago  began  carving  out  a  home  for  us  in  Pittsfield. 

What  an  infinite  span  is  embraced  in  the  significant  words  Yesterday- 
Today-Forever  and  they  are  condensed  into  the  single  word  TIME.  In  the 
words  of  a  noted  English  preacher  "What  have  we  to  say  in  respect  to  this 
strange,  solemn  thing  Time?  That  men  do  with  it  through  life  just  what  the 
Apostles  did  for  one  precious  hour  in  the  Garden  of  Gethsemane,  they  go 
to  sleep.  Have  you  ever  seen  those  marble  statues  in  some  public  square 
or  garden  which  art  has  so  fashioned  into  a  perennial  fountain  that  through 
the  lips,  or  through  the  hands  the  clear  water  flows  in  a  perpetual  stream- 
on  and  on  forever,  and  the  marble  stands  there  passive,  cold — making  no 
effort  to  arrest  the  gliding  water?  It  is  so  that  Time  flows  through  the  hands 
of  men,  never  pausing  until  it  has  run  itself  out,  and  there  is  the  man,  petrified 
into  a  marble  sleep,  not  feeling  what  it  is  that  is  passing  away  forever.  It  is 
so — just  so — that  the  destiny  of  nine  men  out  of  ten  accomplishes  itself, 
slipping  away  from  them  aimless,  useless  until  it  is  too  late.  And  this  asks 
us  with  all  the  solemn  thoughts  that  crowd  around  an  approaching  eternity 
what  has  been  our  life  and  what  do  we  intend  it  to  be?     Work  for  Eternity." 


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There  come  great  crises  when  we  look  out  upon  humanity  in  the  mass 
feel  that  it  has  arisen   from   its   slumber,   taking  vast   strides   towards  a  reati 
tion  of  the  true  dignity  of  manhood  and  womanhood,  shaken  off  the  bonds  of  n  i 
selfishness,  greed,  ambition  and  conceit,  and   in  our  march   forward   is  enteri 
that  glorious   realm   where  God   is   love, where    our    fellow   man     is   our    broth 
or  our  sister,   subjects   indeed  of   our  God  and  his  Christ   in   His  blessed   kii 
dom.     Did  you  not   dream,   nay   pray,   that   the   awful   carnage   of   the   late   war 
would   become  an   important    factor    in   leading   the   human    race   nearer   to    I  i 
than  ever  before?     As  the  days   go  by  are  we  not  in  danger  of   allowing   this 
lesson   which   God   read   to   the    world   to   slip   away   without  grasping   its   price- 
less possibilities,   and   drift   back   into   tire   old    time   careless   stupor?     Isolate   it 
from  the  aggregate,  bring  it  down  to  the  unit,  how  is  it  with  you — and  you— 
and  you — and   me?     That   is  the   important,  personal   question   demanding  a   de- 
cisive answer  today.     Shall  we  go   forward,  or  shall  we  stand  still? 

1  am  not  a  pessimist,  1  am  decidedly,  optimistical.  I  believe  better  times 
under  God's  providence  are  coming.  Who  can  look  at  this  entangled  web  of 
human  affairs  in  which  evil  struggles  with  good,  good  gradually  and  slowly 
disengaging  itself,  without  having  a  hope  within  him  that  there  are  better 
times  to  come?  Who  can  see  this  evil  world  full  of  envy  and  injustice,  and 
be  content  to  believe  that  things  will  remain  as  they  are.  even  to  the  end? 
Who .  can  see  the  brilliancy  of  character  already  attained  by  individuals  of 
our  race,  without  feeling  that  there  is  a  pledge  in  this  that  what  has  bee;: 
done  already  in  the  individual  will  yet  be  accomplished  in  the  nation  and  in 
the  race  ?  If  I  did  not  respond  with  all  my  soul  to  that  I  would  close  the 
Bible  tomorrow.  For  from  the  first  to  last  the  Bible  tells  of  better 
-times.  It  came  to  our  first  parents  and  spoke  of  the  Serpent  Evil,  crushed  not 
without  suffering  under  the  foot  of  man.  It  came  to  the  Israelite,  mourning 
under  political  degradation,  and  consoled  by  the  vision  of  a  time  in  which 
kings  shall  reign  in  righteousness,  and  princes  shall  rule  in  judgment.  It  came 
to  true,  brave  men,  who  groaned  over  the  hollowness  and  hypocrisy  of  all 
around  them,  the  false  glare  and  brilliancy  which  surrounded  the  great  bad 
man,  and  told  of  the  day  when  the  vile  man  should  no  longer  be  called  liberal. 
It  spoke  in  the  clearer  language  of  the  New  Testament  promise  of  this  actual 
world  becoming  a  kingdom  of  peace  and  purity,  of  justice,  brotherhood,  and 
liberty.  It  irradiated  the  last  moments  of  the  first  martyr  with  a  vision  of  the 
Just  One  at  the  right  hand  of  power. 

We  do  not  mean  by  better  times,  times  in  which  there  shall  be  a  general 
scramble  for  property ;  we  do  not  mean  the  time  when  there  shall  be  oblit- 
eration of  all  distinctions,  no  degradations  for  the  worthless,  no  prizes  for 
the  best.  We  do  not  expect  a  time  when  government  shall  so  far  interfere  to 
regulate  labor  that  the  idle  and  industrious  workman  shall  be  placed  upon  a 
oar,  and  that  the  man  who  is  able  to  think  out  by  his  brain  the  thought  which 
is  true  and  beautiful  shall  not  be  able  to  rise  above  the  man  who  is  scarcely 
above  the  level  of  the  brute.  Those  would  not  be  better  times.  They  would 
be  the  return  of  the  bad.  old  times  of   false  coercion  and  brute   force. 

But  we  do  expect  a  time  when  merit  shall  find  its  level,  when  all  false- 
hoods and  hypocrisies  shall  be  consigned  to  contempt,  and  all  imbecility 
shall  be  degraded  and  deposed,  when  worth  shall  receive  its  true  meaning, 
when  it  shall  be  interpreted  by  what  a  man  is  and  not  by  what  he  has,  nor 
by  what  his  relations  have  been.  We  want  the  restitution  of  all  things 
to  reality.     Those  are  better  times. 


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462  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

I  stated  a  few  moments  ago  that  an  increase  of  knowledge  and  an  increaa 
of  power  was  onr  bequest  from  those  who  years  ago  sacrificed  for  us  of  to-dav. 
Go  with  me  a  step  further.  It  is  glorious  but  at  the  same  time  terrible.  Know"! 
edge  is  power.  It  is  a  power  that  may  elevate  a  man  by  degrees  .up  to  an  affiuitv 
with  his  Maker;  it  is  a  power  that  may  bring  him  by  degrees  down  to  the  level  of 
Satanic  evil.  Good  at  one  end  of  the  pole,  evil  at  the  other-  Good  in  this  work] 
cannot  be  done  without  evil.  Evil  is  but  the  shadow  that  inseparably  ac- 
companies good  You  may  have  a  world  without  shadow  but  it  must  be 
a  work!  without  light,  a  mere  dim.  twilight  world.  If  you  would  deepen  the 
intensity  of  the  light,  you  must  be  content  to  bring  into  deeper  blackness 
and  more  distinct  and  definite  outline,  the  shade  that  accompanies  it.  He  who 
feels  timid  at  the  spectral  form  of  evil,  is  not  the  man  to  spread  light.  There 
is  but  one  distinct  rule  for  us  to  lay  down  for  ourselves,  that  is  to  do  the 
good  that  lies  before  us,  and  to  leave  the  evil  that  is  beyond  our  control  to  take 
care  of  itself.  In  this  world  the  tares  and  the  wheat  grow  together,  and  all 
that  we  have  to  do  is  to  sow  the  wheat.  If  you  will  increase  the  rate  of 
travelling  the  result  will  be  an  increase  in  the  number  of  accidents  and 
deaths ;  if  you  will  have  the  printing  press,  you  must  give  to  wickedness  an 
illimitable  power  of  multiplying  itself.  If  you  will  give  Christianity  to 
the  world.  He  who  knew  what  His  own  religion  was,  distinctly  foresaw,  and 
yet  foreseeing  did  not  hesitate  to  do  His  work  that  in  giving  to  the  world 
inward  peace,  it  would  bring  with  it  the  outward  sword,  and  pour  into  the 
cup  of  human  hatred,  already  brimming  over,  fresh  elements  of  discord, 
religious  bitterness  and  theological  asperity.  It  seems  to  be  a  law  of  our 
humanity  that  a  man  must  know  both  evil  and  good,  he  must  know  good 
through  evil.  There  never  was  a  principle  but  what  triumphed  through  much 
evil ;  no  man  ever  progressed  to  greatness  and  goodness  but  through  great 
mistakes.  Some  one  has  written  that  blunder  is  but  the  figure-head  to 
success. 

And  now  finally  in  the  few  points  I  can  touch  on  in  our  onward  march — 
we  look — we  are  bid  to  look — towards  that  new  heaven  and  that  new  earth 
wherein  shall  dwell  righteousness.  We  have  lifted  our  eyes  and  have  beheld  the 
vision  of  that  glory  when  all  will  be  knit  into  that  new  Man  who  bound  them  to- 
gether into  that  body  with  which  He  rose  from  the  grave.  But  between  us  and 
that  vision  stands  out,  we  know  well,  the  black  arms  of  the  cross  on  Calvary. 
Back  then  we  shall  turn  to  examine  our  own  Hves  in  the  secret  places  of  the  soul. 
It  is  sin  that  chokes  and  throttles  our  common  brotherhood  in  man,  and  as  for 
sin,  the  great  thing  is  to  begin  with  ourselves,  not  spend  ourselves  with  hoarse 
railings  at  the  gross  sinfulness  of  the  world  at  large,  but  patiently  and  humbly 
ask,  in  resolute  and  serious  silence:  What  is  my  sin  that  nlakes  me  selfish? 
What  is  my  sin  that  holds  me  back  from  the  duties  that  I  clearly  recognize  I 
ought  to  fulhi?  Why  am  I  so  lazy,  so  careless,  so  ready  to  satisfy  myself  with 
the  gratifying  emotion  of  pity  in  my  own  home,  in  my  own.  house?  What  am 
I  doing  there  to  create  this  warmth  of  brotherhood,  to  live  in  the  spirit  which  is 
the  bond  of  peace?  Xo  amount  of  loose  compassion  for  others  will  excuse  me 
from  my  own  proper  task.  How  goes  it  there?  What  is  the  secret  of  my  ever 
recurring  failure?  Why  is  it  that  each  year  finds  me  enwrapped  as  of  old  in 
layers  of  comfortable  selfishness,  which  I  forever  deplore,  and  yet  forever  fail 
to  loosen?  Why  is  my  wrath  at  others'  wrong-doing  so  ready  and  so  eager 
while  my  own  will  is  so  sluggish,  so  timid,  so  inert?  What  is  it  that  dulls  my 
resolution  and  deadens  my  spiritual  nerve?     Why  cannot  I  be  braver  to  do  my 


PITTS-FIELD'S  ANNIVERSARY  4453 

own  little  part  in  practical  action  for  the  good  of  those  who  are  close  at  hand  to 
me,  in  breeding  loving  kindness  there,  in  keeping  down  my  own  petulant  self  as- 
sertion? These  are  the  pressing-  questions  for  each  one  "of  us,  questions  keen 
surely  as  barbed  arrows,  searching  out  those  places  where  we  most  fear  they 
should  come. 

Now  just  a  few  words  as  to  the  future.  Dismiss  the  thought  that  we  do 
not  know  the  future.  Nay  we  know  it.  If  we  be  Christians  we  know  it;  not 
indeed  this  little  future  of  joys  thai  break  as  the  bubble  breaks,  or  of  brief  af- 
flictions that  are  hut  for  a  moment*  not  thai  little  future  of  diseased  egotisms 
and  contracted  selfishness  which  is  not  life,  but  that  great  future  of  the  single  in 
purpose  and  the  pure  in  heart,  that  great  future  which  blooms  to  infinitude  be- 
yond the  marge  of  death,  that,  if  we  be  children  of  God,  we  know.  For  we  are 
pressing  forward  to  the  marl;  of  the  prize  of  our  high  calling,  and  that  mark  we 
cannot  miss,  and  there  it  shines  forever  before  us— a  crown  of  life,  a  crown  of 
glory,  a  crown  that  fadeth  not  away.  The  true  Christian  need  know  no  fear. 
Be  true  to  yourselves,  be  true  to  God.  be  true  to  the  kindred  points  of  heaven  and 
home,  and  then  amid  the  crash  of  a  universe  smitten  into  ruin  "Thou  shalt  keep 
him  in  perfect  peace  whose  mind  is  stayed  on  Thee." 

Sunday  Evening. 

In  the  evening  at  the  sacred  concert  by  the  Lotus  Quartette  the  Opera  House 
was  overcrowded.  The  Quartette  sang  fifteen  numbers,  Mrs.  Ely,  accompanist. 
Brief  addresses  were  made  by  local  ministers. 

The  Rev.  W.  I.  Sweet  presided  and  spoke  of  "Music  as  a  Unifying  Force." 
He  said : 

Music,  the  moods  that  produce  it,  the  ills  that  respond  to  it,  the  good  that  it 
does,  its  blessings  to  this  world  of  ours  can  never  be  measured.  It  is  the  hand- 
maid of  religion,  touching  the  heart,  calming  life's  fret  and  fever,  solacing  sorrow, 
rousing  spiritual  sensibilities,  elevating  thought,  stimulating  aspirations — in  a  word 
helping  to  create  a  devotional  atmosphere.  This  Carlyle  had  in  mind  when  in 
answer  to  the  question :  "Who  is  there  that  in  logical  words  can  express  the  effect 
music  has  upon  us?'  he  said,  "It  is  a  kind  of  inarticulate,  unfathomable  speech 
which  leads  us  to  the  edge  of  the  Infinite  and  lets  us  for  a  moment  gaze  into  that." 

There  has  been  an  effort  to  create  a  universal  language.  We  have  heard  of 
Volapuk.  And  recently  there  was  a  convention  in  Boston  in  the  interests  of  Es- 
peranto. Whatever  is  done,  or  not  done  in  that  line,  it  is  certain  that  music — 
the  language  of  the  angels — is  universal  in  its  concept,  and  all  understand  and 
appreciate  it. 

The  hymns  are  international,  inter-racial,  and  inter-religious.  Hence  music 
is  a  great  unifying  force.  Every  hymn  book  of  every  denomination  contains 
hymns  from  all  the  great  nations,  and  by  hymnologists  of  varying  religious  sects. 
What  book  would  be  complete  without  Luther's,  "A  Mighty  Fortress  is  Our 
God,"  Weslev's  "A  Charge  to  Keep  I  Have,"  Topladv's  "Rock  of  Ages,"  Watts' 
"Alas!  and  Did  My  Saviour  Bleed."  Perronet's  "All  Hail  the  Power  of  Jesus' 
Name,"  Heber's  "From  Greenland's  Icy  Mountains,"  Ray  Palmer's  "My  Faith 
Looks  LTp  to  Thee,"  Cardinal  Newman's.  "Lead  Kindly  Light,"  and  Harriet 
Beecher  Stowe's.  "Still.  Still  with  Thee?"  Thus  as  we  sing  the  hymns  of  vary- 
ing ages  and  various  denominations,  the  churches  in  their  prayers  and  their 
hymnody  are  quite  one.  Shall  not  these  forces  thus  bring  the  religious  sects  into 
greater  unity  and  harmonv  ? 

The  Rev.  W.  H.  Getchell  spoke  as  follows  on  the  theme,  "The  Religious  Ele- 
ment in  New  Hampshire." 


464  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

An  examination  of  the  fascinating-  history  of  New  England  reveals  the  fact 
that  its  early  settlers  possessed  in  large  measure  the  spirit  of  adventure,  courage, 
determination,  fortitude,  and  love  of  freedom.  Combined  with  these  splendid 
qualities,  each  of  winch  is  well  worthy  the  most  careful  attention  of  every  thought- 
ful person,  those  sturdy  pioneers  were  also  imbued  with  the  religious  element; 
an  element  which  appeared  in,  and  helped  to  shape  and  control  all  of  their  plans 
for  the  welfare  and  extension  of  the  Colony. 

Denied  in  their  native  land  the  right  to  worship  God  according  to  the  dic- 
tates of  their  own  conscience,  the  Pilgrims  fled  first  to  Holland,  hoping  to  have  in 
that  country  freedom  to  worship  God.  and  not  finding  it  there,  they  came  to  tin- 
New  World  to  establish  for  themselves  and  their  descendants  religious  freedom. 

Wilham  Cullen  Bryant  spoke  of  the  forefathers  of  New  England  as, — 
'"The  Pilgrim  bands  who  crossed  the   sea   to  keep 
Their    Sabhaths   in    the   eye   of    God   alone, 
In   His  wide  temple  of  the  Wilderness." 
a'The  famous   Mayflower  Compact,  written  and   signed   on   shipboard   before 
they  landed  at  Plymouth,  shows  the  religious  element  in  the  Pilgrims,  and  was 
the  foundation  upon  which  they  established  their  laws  for  the  government  of  the 
Massachusetts  Bay   Colony;    thus  verifying  the  law  that.    "It    is  the   first    per- 
manent setdcrs  of  any  land  who  impress  themselves  and  their  character  on  the 
future.     Powerful  influences  may.  in  later  years,  produce  important  modifications; 
but   it   is  earl}-   influence   which   is    farthest   reaching,   and   is   generally    decisive." 

On  Nov.  7.  1629,  what  is  now  the  State  of  New  Hampshire  was  separated 
from  the  Massachusetts  Bay  Colony.  In  1734.  one  of  the  towns  in  Merrimack 
County  was  settled  by  a  company  of  Massachusetts  people.  Scarcely  were  they 
settled  in  their  new  homes  when  they  took  steps  to  establish  a  school,  and  re- 
solved to  secure,  "Some  suitable  man,  and  a  Christian  learned"  to  preach  the 
gospel.  The  original  stock  was  good,  and  the  formative  influences  of  the  town 
were  Christian.  Its  collegiate  and  professional  record  contains  more  than  150 
names,  among  which  are  those  of  two  missionaries,  six  journalists,  twenty-one 
lawyers  and  forty-two  ministers. 

Did  time  permit,  other  instances  might  be  cited  showing  the  power  of  the 
religious  element  of  Xew  Hampshire's  early  settlers  on  the  history  of  our  well  be- 
loved "Granite   State." 

In  times  past  this  religious  element  may  have  been  somewhat  intolerant  and 
narrow  in  its  views;  but  at  the  present  time  it  has  become  wonderfully  broad- 
ened and  tolerant  so  that  all  shades  of  religious  belief  are  found  within  the 
borders  of  the  State. 

The  combined  religious  element  of  the  State  exerts  a  strong  influence  for 
right  laws,  and  good  government;  and  shall  continue  to  do  so,  as  long  as  it  stands 
firmly  based  on  the  "Law  of  the  Lord,"  though  differing  somewhat  on  the  inter- 
pretation of  various  parts  of  that  Lave.  The  religious  element  in  the  history  of 
Pittsfield  will  doubtless  be  spoken  of  in  the  historical  address  on  "Old  Home 
Day,"  therefore  I  will  not  touch  upon  it  at  this  time. 

I  desire  and  pray  for  the  welfare  and  upbuilding  of  Xew  Hampshire  i" 
everything  that  is  pure,  ennobling,  educational  and  Christian ;  and  trust  that  the 
exercises  of  this  day,  and  of  this  week  may  tend  to  firmly  establish  this  people  in 
the  ways  of  righteousness. 

The  Rev.  W.  Scott  made  the  closing  address. 

He  said : 

The  committee  has  invited  me  to  speak  briefly  on  "Religion  and  the  Modern 
State."     The   necessities   of    the   program    require   that    I    should   merely    name 


" 


..... ■  — ^-^• 


Pittsfield's  Views  (High  Elevation') 
From  Sunset  Farm.  Westward   (Top) 
From    Tiltox    Hill,   Westward 
From  Jexxess  Hill.  Eastward 


466  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

certain  mutual  relation?  and  I  shall  have  in  mind  our  country  as  a  good  exam]  ' 
of  a  modern  state.  You  will  recall  that  this  town  and  the  American  Republii 
began  in  the  same  decade. 

First,  our  country  recognizes  the  idea  of  the  Divine  Being  as  fundamental. 
The  Declaration  of  Independence,  one  of  the  historic  documents  of  the  world, 
reads  "We  hold  these  truths  to  he  self-evident — that  all  men  are  created  equal; 
that  they  pre  endowed  by  their  Creator  with  certain  inalienable  rights;  that  among 
these  are  life,  liberty  and  the  pursuit  of  happiness."  Further  on  the  writers  and 
signers  appeal  "to  the  Supreme  Judge  for  the  rectitude  of  our  intentions,"  and 
still  further  they  declare  that  "with  a  firm  reliance  on  Divine  Providence  we 
mutually  pledge  to  each  other  our  lives,  otir  fortunes  and  our  sacred  honor." 
Some  thinkers  base  government  on  the  social  contract,  the  utilitarian  philosophy, 
social  necessity  or  other  foundation.  The  fonnders  of  this  modern  state,  the 
American  Republic,  laid  as  foundation  stones  the  idea  of  God  and  the  nature 
of  man. 

Second,  in  the  first  amendment  to  the  Federal  Constitution  it  was  provided 
"Congress  shall  make  no  law  respecting  the  establishment  of  a  religion  or  pro- 
hibiting the  free  exercise  thereof."  Thus  freedom  of  worship,  the  right  of  each 
person  to  worship  God  according  to  his  conscience,  was  guaranteed.  The  alliance 
of  church  and  state  which  prevailed  in  Europe  and  which  every  student  of  history 
recognizes  as  the  fruitful  cause  of  wars  and  divisions  was  outlawed.  Much 
might  be  said  on  this  line  but  time  now  prevents.  This  just  conception  of  reli- 
gious and  political  rights  has  spread  to  other  nations,  and  is,  we  believe,  destined 
to  reach  the  entire  world. 

Third,  if  time  allowed  we  might  show  that  religion  has  been  a  pioneer  in 
education,  that  the  modern  state  in  its  educational  systems  owes  much  to  the 
religious  impulse.  Reform  and  progress  also  as  anti-slavery,  temperance  and  other 
humane  causes  have  appealed,  and  not  in  vain,  to  the  religious  spirit  diffused 
among  the  people  so  that  the  state  has  be^n  led  to  frame  enlightened  policies 
promotive  of  the  public  good  and  the  advance  of  civilization. 

Again,  religion  and  the  modern  state  alike  have  a  broad  appeal  and  aim  for 
world  betterment.     They  are  among  the  universal  tilings  which  affect  all  mankind. 

At  the  birth  of  this  nation  what  might  be  called  a  world  war  broke  out  for 
Great  Britain  engaged  in  war  with  the  American  colonies,  France.  Spain,  and 
Holland,  the  three,  next  to  Great  Britain,  leading  military  and  naval  powers  of 
the  age.  It  is  a  question  whether  the  colonies  alone  might  have  won  their  inde- 
pendence. This  nation,  therefore,  is  a  debtor  to  the  world  from  the  start. 
Further  it  received  its  religion  from  Asia,  its  political  thought  from  Europe  with 
other  inheritances,  its  population  from  all  nations  and  races. 

Again,  the  Declaration  states  "a  decent  respect  to  the  opinions  of  mankind" 
required  its  issue.  The  statesmen  who  published  that  immortal  document  recog- 
nized their  obligation  to  the  opinion  of  mankind  or  world  opinion.  No  nation 
stands  alone.  This  view  of  the  founders  of  the  nation  has  developed.  To-day  a 
world  court  to  give  form  and  power  to  the  opinion  of  mankind,  a  league  or  so- 
ciety of  nations,  a  movement  for  disarmament  and  world  peace  are  among  the 
most  commanding  interests  of  civilization. 

Religion  and  the  modern  state  must  work  together  in  wise  and  just  ways 
to  hapten  the  incoming  of  the  Golden  Age.  Thus  may  come  to  pass  the  ancient 
prophecy  "and  the  ransomed  of  the  Lord  shall  return  and  come  to  Zion  with 
songs  and  everlasting  joy  upon  their  heads :  they  shall  obtain  joy  and  gladness 
and  sorrow  and  sighing  shall  flee  away." 

The  last  selection  of  the  Quartette,  "When  we  come  to  the  end  of  a  perfect 
day"  was  most  appropriate. 


Pitcsfield  Views   (Moderate   Elevation  and  Valley) 

From    Hoixjiox    Hoi  se.    Westward    (Top) 

From  J.  H.  Jenness  Farm,  Eastward 

From    Providence    Farm,    Eastward 

From    Barnstead   Road   axd    Svncook    River 


468  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

Old  Home  Supper. 

The  Old  Home  Supper,  served  in  the  Opera  Mouse  on  Wednesday  evening, 
6  p.  m.,  was  a  memorable  occasion,  surpassing  any  similar  event  ever  held  in 
town.  The  large  auditorium  was  elaborately  decorated.  Japanese  lanterns  elec- 
trically illuminated  enhanced  the  heaitty  of  the  seene.  The  table  decorations  in 
charge  of  Miss  Ethel  Kimball  were  especially  artibtic.  the  color  scheme  being 
red  and  white.  Earl  A.  Welch  was  head-waiter  with  an  effective  corps  of  as- 
sistants. The  m<  nu  reflected  credit  on  John  T.  Harvey,  chairman  of  the  supper 
committee  and  his  able  aids.  The  Pittsfield  ladies  who  arranged  the  supper 
deserve  special  praise.  All  were  interested  in  the  song  souvenirs  provided  by 
E.  P.  Sanderson,  president  of  the  Old  Home  Day  Association.  Old  and  new 
songs  were  sung  by  all  present  and  solos  rendered  by  Mrs.  Newman  Durell,  Mrs. 
Ely,  accompanist. 

At  the  start  of  the  afterdinner  speeches  the  toastmaster,  Mr.  Sanderson, 
rung  the  old  school  hand-bell  used  in  Pittsfield  schools  seventy-five  years  ago  by 
Clara  Maxwell,  one  of  the  celehrated  Pittsfield  school  teachers  of  the  olden  time. 
After  a  few  fitting  words  of  welcome  by  the  toastmaster.  each  speaker  was  in- 
troduced in  a  pleasant  and  appreciative  fashion. 

Dr.  F.  H.  Sargent  was  first  called  upon.  He  read  letters  of  regret  from 
Senator  G.  H.  Moses  and  Col.  J.  Frank  Drake,  and  also  a  letter  from  John  Cram. 
Esq.,  relative  to  a  spirit  visit  at  the  100th  anniversary  of  the  Congregational 
Church.     The  letter  follows: 

Dr.  E.  H.  Sargent.  Pittsfield.  X.  H. 
My  dear  Doctor : 

When  I  learned  the  people  of  Pittsfield  were  to  celebrate  their  150th  an- 
niversary of  the  first  settlement  of  the  town.  I  desired  very  much  to  he  there  and 
see  what  the  folks  looked  like,  and  what  they  did.  The  weight  of  150  years  and 
the  infirmities  consequent  thereto  prevent  my  doing  so. 

Perhaps  you  did  not  know  that  when  the  centennial  of  the  old  Congregational 
Church  was  celehrated  in  18S9.  I  was  there  lor  I  had  to  come  incog. 

It  may  not  he  generally  known  that  one  or  more  delegates  are  sent  to  the 
various  centennials  and  anniversaries  to  represent  those  who  really  lived  100  or 
more  years  ago.  When  we  learned  the  church  centennial  was  to  he  celebrated, 
1  was  selected  by  a  unanimous  vote  to  represent  the  first  settlers. 

As  1  cannot  he  with  you  at  this  time,  1  will  tell  you  about  my  visit  to  that 
event,  and  how  I  found  things  in  Pittsfield  at  that  time.  I  got  my  excursion 
ticket  "good  for  three  days  only."  In  due  time  I  reached  Pittsfield  on  the  Sun- 
cook  Valley  R.  R.  Although  I  had  never  ridden  on  the  cars.  I  had  received 
so  minute  a  description  of  them  from  those  of  my  associates  who  had  been  dele- 
gates to  other  centennials,  that  the  whole  thing  seemed  quite  familiar  and  not  so 
surprising  as  might  be  supposed. 

1  had  learned  that  my  old  residence  which  I  sold  to  Mr.  Joy  had  been  turned 
into  a  hotel,  as  they  call  it  now — we  used  to  call  them  taverns  But  I  never 
should  have  known  that  I  had  ever  lived  there  from  the  looks  of  the  interior  of 
the  house.  As  it  was  quite  dark  when  I  arrived  I  eouid  see  hut  little  of  the 
outside  of  the  house  or  its  surroundings.  After  taking  a  good  wash  I  went  into 
the  dining  room  for  supper  anci  here  were  some  surprises.  Instead  of  a  large 
pewter  platter  of  cold  boiled  dish  or  baked  beans  placed  where  every  one  could 
help  themselves,  everything  was  handed  around  by  waiters,  as  ordered  by  the 
guests.  I  noticed  also  a  dangerous  habit  that  our  descendants  had  gotten  into  in 
the  use  of  forks  instead  of  knives  to  put  the  food  into  the  mouth.  My  mother 
instructed  me  as  a  boy  how  to  feed  myself  with  a  knife  and  cautioned  me  not  to 


PITTSFIELD'S  ANNIVERSARY  469 

put  the  fork  into  my  mouth  for  fear  of  pricking  my  tongue.  I  think  I  could  use 
chop  stick?  as  easily  as  a  fork  to  eat  custard  pie.  1  also  missed  the  mug  of  cider 
as  I  never  was  a  great  hand  for  tea. 

After  simper,  which  was  a  good  one.  we  went  out  into  the  office — we  used 
to  call  it  the  bar-rooms —  and  I  saw  a  man  that  I  was  sure  was  a  descendant  of 
my  good  friend  Map  Berry  who  settled  on  the  top  of  Catamount  where  Alex. 
Davis  now  lives.  I  addressed  him  as  Map  Berry  and  when  I  had  introduced 
myself  as  "Squire  John  Cram"  he  greeted  me  warmly  and  proposed  'to  introduce 
me  to  John  Gate  French  who  had  written  much  about  me.  But  I  told  him  that 
it  was  contrary  to  the  rules,  that  delegates  must  go  to  the  centennials  incog., 
although  they  were  allowed  to  select  one  person  to  whom  they  were  to  apply  for 
any  necessary  information.  Indeed  very  few  people  are  aware  of  the  presence 
of  the  delegates.  I  made  arrangements  with  Maj.  Berry  to  show  me  about  in 
the  morning  before  the  exercises  should  commence.  Although  it  was  raining,  we 
started.  The  Major  had  on  a  rubber  overcoat  which  I  should  have  found  very 
convenient  when  J  went  around  the  first  of  April  to  assess  the  taxes.  We  took 
a  look  at  the  outside  of  the  hotel  and  the  Major  pointed  out  the  old  part  that  I  had 
built  and  it  began  to  look  natural.  We  went  down  the  hill  to  the  river  where 
my  old  mill  used  to  stand  and  where  I  built  my  first  dam  by  felling  trees  across 
the  river  and  throwing  in  brush  and  dirt  enough  to  stop  the  water  so  that  I 
could  saw  out  plank  and  timber  for  my  permanent  dam.  O  what  a  beautiful 
dam  the  factory  company  have  built!  In  thinking  over  afterwards  the  various 
improvements  that  I  saw,  I  still  think  there  is  nothing  that  will  be  so  permanent 
as  that  dam. 

The  Major  and  1  could  not  locate  the  famous  corn  barn  in  which  the  Con- 
gregational Society  was  organized,  but  he  told  me  that  when  the  present  Union 
Block  was  built  the  well  was  uncovered  which  was  by  my  barn  yard  and  which  I 
"stoned"  up  with  logs,  and  that  water  of  that  well  was  used  in  the  preparation 
of  the  mortar  for  that  block  and  for  the  brick  church  which  was  being  built 
at  that  time. 

We  walked  down  and  looked  at  the  old  meeting  house  and  I  was  pleased 
to  find  it  in  so  good  state  of  preservation  and  I  see  no  reason  why  it  may  not  be 
in  existence  at  the  bi-centennial. 

I  attended  the  exercises  in  the  church  but  as  you  have  a  good  report  of  them 
I  will  not  take  up  your  time  with  a  detail  but  will  only  speak  of  the  address  of 
John  Cate  French.  I  found  out  that  he  was  a  descendant  of  Abram  French  who 
bought  Rev.  Christopher  Paige's  farm  where  W.  B.  Fly  now  lives.  While 
hearing  him  I  was  transported  back  a  hundred  years  and  it  seemed  from  his 
knowledge  of  the  manners  and  customs  of  our  times  as  though  he  must  have 
been  one  of  our  co- temporaries. 

Dear  Doctor :  Pittsfield,  the  town  I  founded  and  for  whose  prosperity  I 
worked  for  forty  years,  has  grown  beyond  my  expectations.  The  factory,  the 
railroad  and  the  shoe  business  have  done  much  for  it,  but  after  all,  in  promot- 
ing the  comfort  and  happiness  of  the  people,  my  old  saw-mill  did  more  for  Pitts- 
field  one  hundred  years  ago  than  these  modern  improvements  do  now.  The 
first  settlers  needed  food,  clothing  and  a  shelter.  The  first  two  their  land  and 
flocks  and  herds  supplied.  For  a  shelter  they  could  build  a  log  house  from 
the  trunks  of  trees — for  the  floor  they  could  split  the  logs  for  puncheons 
and  smooth  them  with  an  axe,  but  to  make  the  roof  weather-tight  and  for  the 
doors  and  partitions  they  must  have  boards-.  My  saw-mill  made  these  houses 
that  you  see  now  on  the  old  farms  and  on  these  hillsides.  Xot  mere  huts  suit- 
able for  wood-choppers,  but  homes  for  women  and  children,  which  would  com- 
pare favorably  with  those  in  the  seaboard  towns  from  which  we  emigrated. 

I  found  Pittsfield  a  wilderness  and  I  left  it  a  civilized  community  with  farms, 
roads,  schoolhouses  and  a  variety  of  manufactures.  The  only  thing  that  made 
this  possible  was  my  saw-mill. 


470  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

The  proprietors  of  Pittsfield  were  wise  when  they  planted  the  saw-mil]  in 
the  advance  of  the  first  settlers  for  they  well  knew  that  without  the  saw-mill  the 
pioneer  would  lapse  into  barbarism. 

But  1  must  bid  yon  good-bye  till  the  next  Centennial. 
Yours  respectfully. 

"Squire  John  Cram." 

George  JE.  Foss,  Secretary  Pennsylvania  State  Chamber  of  Commerce,  and  son 
of  Deacon  Foss  of  the  Pittsfield  Baptist  Church,  spoke  of  his  pleasure  in  return- 
ing home  especially  at  this  time,  the  lasting  influence  of  home  and  the  home  town 
on  character  and  the  fact  that  the  Pittsfield  of  to-day  is  a  prophecy  of  the  Pitts- 
field of  tomorrow. 

Henry  W.  Osgood,  the  oldest  of  the  business  men  of  the  town,  where  for 
over  fifty  years  he  has  been  related  to  its  business,  educational,  religious,  and 
political  life,  received  an  ovation  as  he  spoke  of  memorable  Pittsfield  women  he 
had  known.     His  address   follows: 

Mr.  President  and  Fellow  Citizens:  I  accept  the  distinction  that  has  been 
applied  to  me  at  this  time.  There  is  another  one  that  far  outnumbers  all  that 
have  been  offered  to  the  other  business  men  of  this  town,  a  "patient  listener" 
to  "old  Chestnuts."  cracked  and  cracked  again  when  I've  shown  to  my  patrons 
the  result  of  my  endeavor  to  fix  upon  the  photographic  plate  a  "Fac-simile"  of 
themselves.  Hear  them,  "Oh  my  what  a  nose!"  "My  right  eye  is  as  big  as  a 
moon;"  "Mouth  askew;"  "Wrinkles  and  gray  hairs,  I  guess  not,"  and  so  on  and 
on  and  on.  My  hearers.  I  am  not  at  this  time  to  tell  you  about  the  trials  and 
triumphs  of  a  business  life,  but  to  speak  about  some  godly  women  who  were  an 
influence  for  good  in  their  day  and  generation.  Aye  "Patterns  of  every  virtue, 
every  grace."  a  factor  in  the  history  of  the  one  hundred  and  fifty  years  of  our 
town.  I  speak  of  one  of  rare  Christian  virtue;  she  believed  in  God  and  kept 
his  commandments;  hers  was  a  religion  of  cheerfulness,  no  sober  face  or  down- 
cast eye.  When  babies  came  to  bless  her  home  they  were  given  a  welcome  such 
as  only  a  mother's  love  can  give.  She  early  taught  them  that  prayer  of  prayers 
lisped  by  baby  lips  throughout  the  Protestant  world  "Now  I  lay  me  down  to 
sleep."  She  led  them  to  church  and  the  Sunday  school.  She  encouraged  them 
in  manly  sports  and  in  all  things  that  would  bring  strength  to  the  body  and  the 
mind.  The  Civil  War  found  her  prostrate  on  a  bed  of  pain,  yet  propped  up 
with  pillows  she  scraped  lint,  tore  bandages  for  the  boys  in  blue  at  the  front. 
She  ever  strove  to  do  whatever  her  strength  and  hands  would  allow.  Perhaps 
this  pretty  jingle  of  words  might  express  the  sunshine  of  her  life, 
"Laugh  and  the  world  laughs  with  you, 
Weep  and  you  weep  alone, 
This  sad  old  earth  has  need  of  your  mirth, 
She   has   sorrows   enough  of  her  own." 

Long  since  she  passed  away.  Engraved  on  memory's  tablet  is  this  inscrip- 
tion "Blessed  are  the  pure  in  heart."     My  Mother. 

Of  another,  bereft  by  sudden  death  of  her  husband,  she  was  left  with  four 
little  ones,  two  boys,  two  girls.  With  a  firmness  characteristic  of  our  Revolu- 
tionary mothers,  from  whom  she  was  a  descendant,  she  turned  her  face  towards 
the  rising  sun  determined  to  keep  her  little  flock  together.  For  many  a  day 
through  sunshine  and  storm,  through  heat  and  cold  at  the  call  of  yon  factory 
bell  she  passed  through  the  gate  to  her  daily  toil. 

She  sent  her  children  to  the  Sunday  school  and  church.  Their  names  are 
on  the  honor   roll   of   Old    Pittsfield   Academy.     They   became   worthy    citizens. 


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One  a  teacher  in  the  public  schools  of  a  neighboring  city;  one  a  skilful  surgeon 
and  medical  practitioner  in  a  western  city;  one  interested  himself  in  town  af- 
fairs, he  adopted  teaching  as  a  life  work.  As  an  instructor  he  had  few  equals. 
Another  became,  the  mother  of  four  boys,  one  a  horseman,  his  name  is  known 
throughout  the  length  and  breath  of  the  loud.  Two  are  brilliant  lawyers,  one 
of  them  a  Judge  on  the  Supreme  bench.  Another,  the  last  but  not  the  least,  is 
the  present  governor  of  a  sister  state.  Is  it  a  wonder  that  posterity  riseth  up  and 
calls  her  blessed— Mrs.  Thos.  Randall. 

Of  another,  by  accident  of  birth,  a  member  of  a  family  well  known  in  the 
educational  and  literary  circles  of  this  state.  Refinement  and  grace  were  in 
her  face.  She  had  of  this  world's  goods  a  plenty;  ^he  was  not  unmindful  of  the 
many  blessings  bestowed  upon  her  by  the  Maker  of  us  all,  so  when  she  spread 
the  table  for  her  daily  meais  she  laid  a  plate  for  the  stranger  at  the  gate.  Mrs. 
(Dr.)  R.  P.  J.  Tenney. 


Henry  W.  Osgood  John-  T.  Harvey 

Member    of    State    Legislature,    1911-13.  Chair.   Refreshment   Com.    for   20  years. 

Authority  on  Local  Natural  History,  etc.  Moderator     School    Meeting     32    terms. 

And  yet  another  whose  round  face  and  rounder  eyes  told  of  sympathy  and 
love  of  fellowmen;  she  was  a  lover  of  the  flowers  of  the  field  and  garden;  she 
was  an  expert  in  raising  of  Dahlias.  Every  year  she  encircled  her  home  with 
these  beautiful  flowers.  I  see  peeking  through  the  garden  fence  a  pair  of 
youthful,  wistful  eyes.  I  see  her  pluck  one  of  the  perfect  flowers  and  with  these 
words  "Wouldn't  my  little  one  like  a  pretty  posey  to  give  to  mamma?"  The 
twinkle  of  the  eye  and  the  smile  on  her  lips  plainly  show  a  cheerful  giver,  Mrs. 
(Dea.)   Wm.  C.  Adams. 

Of  one  of  a  musical  turn  of  mind,  whose  sweet  alio  voice  was  heard  for 
many  a  year  in  one  of  the  village  choirs,  she  deemed  it  a  duty  which  she  cheer- 
fully performed  to  use  such  talents  given  her  by  her  Lord  and  Master  in  His 
service.     Mrs.  Reuben  L.  French. 


472  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

A  little  way  down  the  street  a  woman  of  a  slightly  stooping  figure,  when  the 
cry  of  distress  came  she  answered  its  call  unhesitatingly;  love  and  tenderness 
beamed  from  her  eyes.     Mrs.  (Dea.)  John  L.  Thorndike. 

And  farther  down  the  street,  one  whose  Christian  character  and  works  were 
in  accord  with  this  motto,  "As  ye  would  as  others  would  do  unto  you,"  beauti- 
fully illustrated  by  her  children's  gifts  to  our  Public  Library  and  well  appointed 
Drake  Athletic  Field.       Airs.   (Col.)  James   Drake. 

CM'  two  unselfish  ones  whose  very  presence  was  an  inspiration.  Did  a  new 
baby  come  to  grace  a  home,  they  came  with  love  and  tenderness  to  greet  the 
little  stranger.  Was  it  the  angel  of  death,  with  ministering  hand  and  words  of 
sympathy  and  hope  they  came— ministering  angels  they  were—they  loved  their 
neighbors  as  themselves.     Mrs.   (Dr.)   William  Proctor,  Mrs.  Lewis  Bunker. 

And  yet  another,  whose  presence  was  a  very  benediction  to  the  community  in 
which  she  lived.     Mrs.  Joseph  Harvey. 

"Pis  said  that  the  sins  of  the  fathers  extend  even  to  the.  third  generation; 
the  influence  of  godly  mothers  is  ever  extending  and  will  abide  until  time  is  no 
more.  Sweet  is  the  memory  of  by-gone  days  to  you  who  answered  the  invitation 
to  come  to  the  homes  of  your  childhood.  On  the  morrow  you  will  return  to 
battle  with  the  serious  problems  of  life.  Listen!  some  day,  sometime,  some  day, 
we  will  receive  an  invitation  to  a  home  gathering  from  which  there  will  be  no  re- 
turning to  the  cares,  the  sorrows  and  disappointments  of  life.  With  wisdom  may 
we  direct  our  ways  so  that  with  it  will  come  the  joyful  anticipation  of  Jiving  in 
holy  communion  with  our  loved  ones  in  that  home  where  all  is  Love,  Joy  and 
Peace. 

Hon,  C.  W.  Tobey  of  Manchester,  former  Speaker  of  the  N.  H.  House  of 
Representatives,  paid  a  tribute  to  Pittsheld  for  its  continuous  annual  observance 
of  Old  Home  Day.  He  believed  that  spirit  diffused  over  the  country  would 
carry  America  safely  through  its  present  depression  and  win  a  great  future. 
He  emphasized  the  fundamental  value  of  religion  to  the  individual  and  the 
nations  of  the  world,  the  Golden  Rule  a  solvent  for  the  hardest  problems  of  the 
race. 

Arthur  Elliot  Sproul,  for  many  years  a  summer  resident  of  Pittsfield,  spoke 
of  the  significance  of  Old  Home  Week.  He  emphasized  the  importance  of 
cultivating  loyalty  to  one's  locality  and  country  and  also  of  an  international 
mind  in  view  of  the  part  our  country  must  hold  in  world  affairs.  The  de- 
velopment of  means  of  intercommunication  by  railway,  steamship,  telegraph  and 
other  agencies  has  made'  our  planet  smaller  and  brought  new  opportunities  and 
responsibilities.  Hence  the  study  of  geography  and  of  other  nations  and 
peoples  claims  fai  more  attention  than  in  the  past.  The  whole  world  is  now 
one  economic  unit.  The  peace  of  the  world  and  the  future  of  America  are  in- 
volved in  a  better  understanding  of  these  world  relationships.  He  read  the  fol- 
lowing original  sonnet  as  briefly  expressive  of  his  view. 

America — Brothers  to   Xew-Born    Democracies. 
Behold!     A    great   hour  strikes  for  all   the  earth! 

Kings  shrivel.     Gilded  thrones  in  ashes  fall. 

Millions,  once  prostrate,  stand  upright.  O'er  all 
Swells  to  the  skies  the  people's  shcut:  "New  birth !'' 
Birth   of   Democracy — of   manly  worth 

Eorever   quenching  "power  Imperial!" 

Listen,    Americans!     Your    brothers    call, 
Striving  for   hand-grasp   'round   the   whole    world's   girth. 
Look  they  to  us,  who  Freedom's  light  long  know, 


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Pittsfikld   Water  View: 

Jen ness    Pond    (Top) 

Berry    Pond 

White   Pond 


474  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

For  guidance  in   the  path   they  newly  tread. 
P.Mience,    forbearance—yes,    e'en    love — shall    show 

Our  land  yet   leader  as  our   Fathers  led — 
Ever  and  always  sure  Oppression's  foe — 

Great    Webster's   state — New    Hampshire- — at    the    head! 

F.  T.  Johnson,  superintendent  of  schools  of  Pittsfiekl  and  adjacent  towns, 
spoke  of  the  necessity  of  loyalty  to  the  home  town  and  of  appreciation  of  its  ad- 
vantages,    lie  drew  a  picture  of  the  Pittsfield  of  the  future. 

Hon.  J.  J.  Flynn.  city  attorney  of  Waltham,  congratulated  the  town  on  hav- 
ing such  citizens  as  Henry  \V.  Osgood  and  E.  P.  Sanderson.  He  praised  the 
ladies  for  the  excellence  of  the  banquet  and  urged  young  men  and  women  to 
value  life  in  the  country  especially  at  this  period  when  the  drift  to  the  cities  is 
excessive  and  the  cause  of  many  serious  public  conditions. 

The  Hon.  Guy  Ham  of  Boston  referred  to  the  progress  of  America  during 
the  one  hundred  and  fifty  years  embraced  in  the  history  of  this  town.  He  spoke 
of  the  home,  the  church  and  the  school  as  formative  influences  which  create  and 
safeguard  civilization.  He  complimented  both  the  ladies  who  prepared  the  ban- 
quet and  all  ladies  present  as  representatives  of  the  womanhood  of  a  goodly  town. 

So  with  pleasant  speech  of  wit  and  wisdom  and  song  the  hours  passed. 
Among  the  singers  should  be  mentioned  a  quartette  formerly  existing  in  Pitts- 
field  but  of  late  years  scattered,  which  comprised  Mark  A.  Davis  of  Greenfield, 
Mass.,  George  E.  Foss  of  Harrisburg,  Penn.,  Arthur  Sanborn  and  Frank  P. 
Green  of  Pittsfiekl.  They  were  called .  out  by  the  toastmaster  and  sang  with 
acceptance  several  old  time  songs. 

All  rose  at  the  close  and  sang  Auld  Lang  Syne,  the  great  song  of  friend- 
ship of  Scotland's  plowman  poet.  The  toastmaster  sounded  the  old  school  bell  and 
one  of  the  memorable  events  of  the  celebration  was  over. 

Old  Home  Day. 

Thursday,  August  25,  was  a  perfect  day,  neither  too  warm  or  cool,  the 
golden  mean,  bright,  sunny  and  beautiful.  The  attendance  was  the  largest  ever 
known  in  the  town's  history.  People  came  from  all  sides  and  by  every  kind  of 
conveyance  except  airplane  and  steamer  for  it  is  well  known  the  Suncook  is  not 
navigable  below  the  site  of  the  old  Cram  dam.  No  accident  occurred  to  mar  the 
day.  The  police  arrangements  were  excellent.  Harry  C.  Green  was  in  charge, 
assisted  by  Officer  John  Laro,  special  officers  W.  B.  Ely  and  Burt  Avery  and 
Officers  Hunter,  Ruc'd,  Chase  and  Abbott  of  Concord. 

The  Pap.ade. 

The  opening  event  of  the  day  was  an  historical  and  decorative  parade  which 
was  the  most  elaborate  and  colorful  spectacle  ever  staged  here.  Credit  for  the 
success  of  this  feature  is  due  to  Nathaniel  M.  Batchelder,  the  chairman  of  the 
committee,  assisted  by  Courtland  Freese,  Arthur  Sanborn,  Herbert  W.  Dustin 
and  George  E.  Freese. 

First  division:  Chief  marshal,  Nathaniel  M.  Batchelder;  aids,  Earl  A.  Welch, 
Ernest  Glines  and  George  E.  Freese,  police  officers,  Harry  C.  Green  and  John 
Laro;  American  Band,  Clifton  A.  Smith,  leader;  Indians  in  Costume,  members 
of  Watchenoet  Tribe,  I.  O.  R.  M.;  Bears  in  Costume,  impersonated  by  Richard 
Joy  and  Arthur  Danis  led  by  Indian  brave,  Warren  Nutter,  and  squaw,  Miss  Rose 
Jenness.     John  Cram,  Esq.,  and  wife,  the  first  settlers;  Clifton  Richardson  and 


476  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

Miss  Bertha  Emerson;  Ebenezer  Cram,  the  first  mail  carrier,  with  the  original 

mail  bags  used  by  him,  impersonated  by  Robert  Sanderson;  old  fashioned  coad 
containing  Melvin  Cram.  Frank  Cram.  Natt  A.  Cram,  Alroy  B.  Cram.  Ruth  Cram, 
Clifton  Cram.  Otis  and  Lena  Jenness,  descendants  of  John  Cram;  old  wagon* 
driven  by  Harry  Jones.  Frank  H.  Osborne.  B.  Montgomery;  modern  rubber  tired 
wagon,  Mi ron  Kimball. 

Second  division:  Farming  implements,  from  the  old  wooden  plough  driven 
by  oxen  to  the  modern  implements  used  to-day.  This  depicted  planting  ami  har- 
vesting potatoes,  corn,  hay  and  grain  by  the  old  fashioned  and  modern  methods 
including  tractors  and  was  very  interesting  as  many  of  the  tools  had  never  been 
seen  before  by  those  of  this  generation. 

Tb.ii d  division:  Methods  of  fire  lighting  from  the  old  leather  and  wooden 
buckets  and  hand  tub  to  the  modern  auto  chemical. 

Fourth  division,  led  by  drum  corps  under  the  direction  of  Warren  Hill.  Sol- 
diers of  the  different  war  periods  of  the  town's  history,  Revolutionary  War. 
Mexican  War  and  Civil  War  soldiers;  Sons  of  Veterans ;  World  War  soldiers 
with  mounted  howit/er ;  and  Boy  Scouts. 

Fifth  division,  led  by  Suncook  Union  Cornet  Band,  George  F.  Georgi,  lead- 
er. Decorated  floats,  styles  depicting  costumes  worn  by  ladies  from  1770  to 
1921,  arranged  by  Mrs.  F.  H.  Sargent  and  Mrs.  James  B.  Kenney ;  Daughters 
of  Liberty,  Norris  Lodge,  K.  of  P..  and  Pythian  Sisters.  Woman's  Christian 
Temperance  Union,  Old  Fashioned  Husking  Bee,  entered  by  Herbert  B.  Fischer 
and  Earl  A.  Welch  ;  Abbott  Downing  Truck.  Jennet  Pond  Farm  Bureau  Com- 
munity Club,  Upper  City  Neighborhood  Club.  Suncook  Lodge,  I.  O.  O.  F.,  and 
Beulah  Rebekah  Lodge,  Adams  Brothers,  District  Xurse  Association;  decorated 
automobiles,  Dr.  Waiter  Bobbins,  Boston;  A.  J.  Griffin,  Griffin  and  Dustin,  C.  F. 
Young,  James  McQuesten.  Buffurn  and  Jackson,  H.  P.  Woodman,  Everett  Clark, 
Valley  limes.  Dr.  G.  M.  Bunker,  Merrimac,  Mass.;  George  E.  Freese,  Mrs.  F. 
P.  Sanderson,  Waltham,  Mass. ;  Carroll  Dustin,  Amesbury,  Mass.  Decorated 
pony  teams.  Dr.  L.  D.  Gilmore,  Phillis  .Lake,  Chichester;  Mrs.  Walter  Marchand. 
Dorothy  Maxfield,  Christopher  Perry,  Chichester.  Decorated  farm  teams,  Ivan 
Bobbins.  Christopher  Perry,   Chichester. 

The  judges  were  George  A.  French,  James  D.  Smart  and  L.  J.  Martin  of 
Manchester  and  prizes  were  awarded  as  follows:  Fraternal,  Odd  Fellows  and 
Rcbekahs.  first;  Knights  of  Pythias  and  Pythian  Sisters,  second;  W.  C.  T.  U., 
third;  private,  George  E.  Freese,  C.  F.  Young,  first;  II.  P.  Woodman,  second; 
Dr.  Walter  Rollins,  Alvah  J.  Griffin,  C.  E.  Dustin,  third;  farm,  Joseph  Robbins. 
second;  Christopher  Perry,  third;  Styles,  third;  Community,  Upper  City  Club, 
first;  hacking  bee,  second;  Jenness  Pond,  third;  trades,  Adams  Brothers,  first; 
Buffum  and  Jackson,  James  McOuesten,  second;  Griffin  and  Dustin,  Valley 
Timeo,  third;  children.  District  Nurse  Association;  Pony  teams,  Mrs.  Walter 
Marchant,  first;  Phillis  Lake,  second;  Dorothy  Maxfield,  Elizabeth  Gilmore, 
third. 

The  parade  started  on  Main  Street  and  its  route  covered  all  the  streets  of 
the  village.  A  movie  film  was  made  which  has  been  on  public  exhibition  and 
will  be  placed  among  the  historical  treasures  of  Pittsfield. 

One  of  the  paraders,  Mr.  B.  Montgomery,  submits  the  following  verses: 

I'm  an  old  man  now,  as  you  can  see, 

Most  eighty  years  of  age, 
And  when   I  was  but  ten  years  old 

A  stable  boy  was  made. 


PITTSFIKLLVS  ANNIVERSARY  477 

I've  scon  the  fastest  horses, 

The  ones  that    made   host   time, 
But    1   never  saw  one  that   could  come  up 

To  this  old  red  nag  of  mine. 

He's  fast,  yes,   when   he's   tied. 

He's    beautiful    to    behold; 
He's    always    gentle,    kind    and    good — 

And    that  is   more   than   gold. 

He  never  runs  away  with   me. 

Or   cuts    up   any    shims, 
He's  just   the   best   nag   in    the   world — 

This  old   red   nag  of   mine. 

This  wagon   too  has   seen   its   day, 

Rut,  gosh!   it   used   to   shine, 
Yet  that   was   long,   long,   long  ago — 

When   it    was    in   its   prime. 

I   hope   the   thing  will   not    break  down 

But    safely   take   us   home, 
Then   some   darn   fool   can   ride  again, 

A   hundred  years   to  come. 

Old  Home  Day  Literary  Exercises. 

The  literary  exercises  of  the  day  were  held  in  Academy  Park.  They  were 
preceded  by  a  brief  concert  by  the  American  Band  of  Pittsfield  which  occupied 
the  Band  Stand  presented  to  the  town  by  Frank  P.  Green. 

The  chief  feature  of  the  occasion  was  a  paper  on  the  history  of  the  town 
from  its  settlement  (while  part  of  Chichester)  until  the  present  time.  The 
place  of  meeting  was  appropriate.  Here  stands  the  old  academv  founded  by 
citizens  of  the  town  and  later  made  its  high  school.  Along  the  Park  runs  the 
beautiful  Main  street  shaded  by  great  and  graceful  elms  planted  long  ago  by  an- 
other generation.  Most  of  the  churches  are  in  sight  or  nearby  as  are  the  monu- 
ment to  the  soldiers  of  the  Civil  War,  the  Library  containing  the  Tablet  of  the 
soldiers  of  the  World  War,  the  Town  Hall,  and  the  old  cemetery  where  lies  the 
founder  of  the  towrn  and  where  also  and  in  the  new  cemetery  sleep  many  whose 
memory  is  cherished  by  those  who  participate  in  the  day's  celebration.  These 
buildings  and  objects  symbolize  education,  patriotism,  government,  religion  and 
the  pathos  of  life  and  mortality.  Many  present,  especially  those  in  mature  years 
of  age,  live  to-day  on  the  high  places  of  memory.  All  are  affected  by  the  spirit 
of  (Did  Home  Day  in  the  Old  Home  Town.  To  the  citizen's  mind,  here  were 
the  church,  the  home,  the  school,  the  town  meeting,  elemental  forces  which  have 
profoundly  influenced  the  community  and  New  England.  Here  flourished  for  a 
century  and  a  half  a  democracy  still  in  full  vigor.  On  it  the  lights  and  shadows 
have  fallen  as  upon  the  nation  and  the  world  of  which  it  is  a  part  and  whose 
fortune  it  shares.  It  was  a  lit  setting  for  history  which  Froude  says  "is  a 
voice  forever  sounding  over  the  centuries  the  laws  of  right  and  wrong." 

The  music  was  community  singing  under  direction  of  Mrs.  Newman  Durell. 
Mark  A.  Davis  rendered  a  solo  and  Airs.  Ely  was  accompanist. 

The  president,  E.   P.  Sanderson,  gave  the   following  address  of   welcome. 

"Within  whose  breasts,  wherever  you  may  roam, 
The   faith   still  live.*  that  points  to  childhood's   home. 
We  bid  you  hail!   the  old  time  dream   still  dwells 
Upon  the  meadow,  in  the  shady  rills; 


478  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

The  sunlight  gilds  with  all  its  ancient  grace, 
The   winsome   beauties   of  your   native   place — 
Still    Pittsfield    ,-i:-,   a   queen,   in   modest   pride. 
And.  calls   her  willing  subjects  to   her   side." 

It  is  with  this  beautiful  sentiment  in  my  mind  that  I  extend  a  welcome 
and  a  greeting  to  you  to-day. 

With  full  appreciation  fur  the  honor  and  pleasure  which  comes  to  me 
here  in  my  native  town,  among  my  own  people,  and  gathered  with  the  descen- 
dants of  those,  who  by  their  faith  and  their  courage  and  their  fortitude  for  the 
past  150  years,  made  possible  all  that  we  enjoy  to-day. 

It  is  meet  that  we  gather  again  in  the  old  Academy  Park  where  they  so 
often  gathered  together  on  solemn  and  important  occasions  and  recall  all  that 
it  means  to  us: — to  refresh  our  hearts  and  our  minds  with  the  deeds  and  the 
names  of  those  noble  men  and  women  who,  leaving  behind  them  all  previous 
civilization,  came  up  to  this,  then  wilderness  of  Xew  Hampshire  with  their  families 
and  their  flocks,  to  build  their  future  homes,  and  made  it  always  "Home  Sweet 
Home"  to  us: — and  founded  in  this  beautiful  spot  in  the  Suncook  Valley  one 
of  the  little  Republics  which,  joined  with  others,  has  made  this  great  nation  possi- 
ble. 

Looking  backward  150  years  does  not  in  a  sense  seem  a  long  period.  Many 
of  us  can  rememjber  the  tales  of  the  establishment  of  the  Town,  which  have 
come  clown  to   us   in  the    folk-lore  of   our  parents   and   our  grandparents. 

Last  week  in  the  old  cemetery  back  of  the  Town  Hall.  I  looked  upon  the 
last  resting  place  of  my  maternal  great,  great  grandmother,  Suzanna  Gordon,  the 
wife  of  the  first  Moses  Xorrib,  and  by  her  second  marriage,  the  wife  of  Nathan 
White,  one  of  the  strong  women  and  great  mothers  of  the  time.  Standing  in 
fvont  of  my  present  residence  on  Sunset  Hill,  on  the  old  Governor  Road,  which 
f  believe  was  the  first  and  only  road  into  Pittsfield  at  that  time,  I  realized  that 
this  woman  with  her  three  sons,  with  great  courage  and  fortitude,  after  the  death 
of  Moses  Xorris,  came  with  the  other  early  settlers  of  the  time,  and  took  up  and 
carried  on  the  work  which  he  had  started,  and  that  they  must,  in  the  rude  convey- 
ances of  150  years  ago,  have  come  up  over  that  very  road  on  which  I  was  then 
standing.  I  realized  that  men  and  women  like  these  and  many  hundreds  of 
others,  who  came  earlier  or  later,  made  possible  the  building  of  our  beautiful 
Town. 

And  75  years  later  my  grandfather,  Daniel  Sanderson,  and  his  family  of 
small  children,  with  other  pioneers,  came  over  a  better  road  and  to  a  larger  settle- 
ment to  help  manage  the  new  Cotton  Mill  just  built  in  Pittsfield,  and  even  at  that 
time  there  were  no  bui'dings  on  this  side  of  Main  Street,  between  the  Congre- 
gational Church  and   the   Squire  Emerson   House,  except  the   Town   Hall. 

In  reviewing  the  past,  it  is  within  my  own  recollection,  as  a  boy  in  the  streets 
of  Pittsfield,  tlv.it  with  reverence  and  awe,  I  looked  upon  the  prominent  men  of 
that  time,  and  1  well  remember,  as  clearly  as  if  I  saw  them  today — John  Berry, 
Col.  James  Drake,  Jeremiah  Clough,  Peter  Hook,  Isaac  Smith,  Jeremiah  Clark, 
Squire  Benjamin  Emerson,  Squire  Reuben  T.  Leavitt,  Abraham  French,  Jack- 
son Freese,  Dr.  R.  P.  J.  Tenney,  Deacon  Wm.  C.  Adams.  Isaiah  Berry,  Sylvester 
French,  Charles  H.  Sargent,  Reuben  L.  French,  Peabody  Adams,  Lowell  Brown, 
Charles  II .  Carpenter,  and  the  list  could  be  continued  much  beyond  this.  I  re- 
member with  what  seriousness  and  ability  they  handled,  in  their  day  and  their 
generation,  and  successfully  handled  too,  the  affairs  of  the  Town. 

And  those  of  a  little  later  period,  whose  names  it  would  be  impossible  not 
to  mention  with  proper  reverence  on  an  occasion  of  this  kind:  Hiram  A.  Tuttle, 


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4S0  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

Sherburn  J.  Winslow,  John  Cate  French-  Josiah  Carpenter,  Win.  Henry  Berry. 
who  collectively  and  individually,  did  so  much  lor  the  best  interests  and  prosper- 
ity of  the  town. 

With  faith  and  courage,  these  people,  taking  up  the  work  of  the  early  settler? 
of  the  first  75  years,  did  their  share  to  lay  out  new  streets  and  new  roads — es- 
tablish new  factories  and  new  enterprises — which  work  lias  been  continually 
going  on,  even  to  the  present  time. 

From  these  lessons  oi  faith  and  courage  and  accomplishment.  I  want  to 
speak  of  my  text  in  these  words  of  welcome  to-day.  and  that  is  FAITH.  St. 
Paul  says  "Faith,  Hope  and  Charity"  or  Love  as  we  now  interpret  it.  It  is  true 
that  he  said  "the  greatest  of  these  is  Love,"  but  he  put  FAITH  first,— and  in  all 
of  the  acts  of  our  fore  fathers,  this  element  of  Faith  stands  out  more  prominently 
than  anything  e^e. 

The  Faith  and  the  courage  of  John  Cram,  and  those  early  settlers  in  coming 
here  to  establish  their  home  and  their  business — the  Faith  of  those  later  settlers 
who  built  larger  mills  and  developed  more  fully,  the  possibilities  of  our  Town — 
the  Faith  that  built  the  roads,  cleared  the  land  and  built  the  bridges,  the  dams. 
the  factories,  the  .stores,  the  schools,  the  churches,  and  the  homes,  not  only  here 
but  in  all  our  New  Hampshire  Towns — has  never  been  exemplified  more  clearly 
or  exceeded  in  any  other  work  of  life. 

They  had  their  troubles  and  their  worries  and  their  tribulations,  which 
with  less  Faith  and  less  courage,  would  have  caused  them  to  have  given  up  the 
battle.  The  Revolutionary  War— the  War  of  1812 — dark  days  of  1815-16,  the 
Panics  of  1S37.  1857,  1873,  the  great  Civil  War  of  1861— the  pestilence  and 
{amine  years  which  came  between  these  periods — were  all  a  part  of  their  life  and 
their  work  to  overcome,  and  they  did  overcome,  with  their  Faith  and  their  cour- 
age, all  of  these  troubles  and  all  of  these  difficulties — and  following  each  of  them, 
Pittsfield  came  forth  larger,  stronger  and  better  than  before. 

We,  their  successors  of  to-day,  feel  at  times  that  we  and  the  world  at  large 
are  passing  through  troubles  and  trials  of  which  we  cannot  see  an  end,  and  which 
at  times  it  seems  almost  impossible  to  surmount,  but  in  looking  back  over  the 
history  of  the  last  150  years,  we  must  realize  that  these  troubles  are  no  larger 
to  us  than  many  of  these  instances  and  periods  of  the  past  were  to  our  fore- 
fathers, and  it  is  for  us  to  take  from  their  history  and  their  lives  that  same  faith 
which  sustained  them  under  similar  conditions  on  similar  occasions,  the  great  les- 
son,—and  have  our  Faith  strong  in  the  future. 

Flistory  shows  that  practically  all  of  the  early  settlers  of  this  Town  were  at 
that  time  citizens  of  our  great  sister  nation,  Great  Britain,  and  that  we  and  they 
have  the  same  blood  and  the  same  courage  and  the  same  power  which  have  so 
often  been  exeried  in  the  past.  Therefore,  let  us  realize  that  America  and  Eng- 
land, the  two  great  nations  of  modern  times,  will  surmount  all  of  the  temporary 
difficulties  and  troubles  of  the  world  to-day.  and  that  the  peace  and  happiness  and 
prosperity  which  will  follow,  will  cover  them  all,  as  the  flowers  of  New  England, 
in  their  beauty,  cuver  the  last  resting  places  of  our  departed  loved  ones. 

And  with  this  sentiment  of  Faith  and  Courage  and  Love,  let  me  welcome 
you  today,  with  the  assurance  that  in  the  future,  as  always  in  the  past,  Truth 
and  Justice  and  Courage  of  our  common  people,  in  time,  will  accomplish  all  of 
this. 

Therefore,  with  the  Faith  of  our  Fathers,  let  us  to-day,  in  the  words  of  that 
old  hymn — familiar  to  us  and  to  them,  for  so  many  years — 
"Fling  out  our   banner  high  and   wide, 
Seaward  and   skyward   let   it   shine, 
Nor  might,  nor  strength,  nor  merit  ours, 
We  conquer  only  by  this  sign." 


P I TT  S  F I E  L 1) " S  A  X  N I V  E  RS AR  Y  4S 1 

The  Hon.  John  King"  Berry  of  Boston  was  introduced  and  delivered  the 
historical  address  which  was  as  follows  : 

John  Cram,  Esquire,  His  Discovery  of  What  is  Now  the  Village 
of  Pittsfield,  New  Hampshire,  and  Some  of  the  Consequences. 

President  Sanderson  and  Friends — 

About  a  year  ago  I  was  assigned  the  duty  of  presenting  at  this  time  a  review 
of  the  history  of  this  town  because  I  have  previously  spoken  a  few  times  upon 
documents  and  facts  received  from  my  father.  Nehemtah  Chase  Berry,  Esq.,  a 
lawyer,  hern  here  in  1811  and  deceased  in  Boston,  Massachusetts;  in  1892,  and 
because  1  have  been  here  every  summer  since  that  of  1859. 

I  have  accepted  and  tried  to  perform  the  service,  relying  upon  the  most 
valuable  assistance  of  your  fellow  townsmen,  Hon.  Frank  S.  Jenkins  and  Hon. 
Nathaniel  S.  Drake,  real  historians,  who  have  supplied  much  of  the  matter  I 
shall  present,  have  stimulated  me  to  further  research,  and  have  acted  as  censors 
of   my  composition. 

They  have  given  me  a  valuable  scrap-book  made  by  the  Judge  of  Extracts 
from  newspapers  published  here  years  ago  containing  contributions  of  Dr.  and 
Rev.  Jeremiah  Blake,  born  here  in  1800,  and  deceased  in  Gilmanton  in  1890, 
Hon.  John  Cate  French,  and  others;  the  Pittsfield  Register  published  in  1905; 
and  "History  of  Pittsfield  in  the  Great  Rebellion"  by  the  late  Henry  L.  Robin- 
son, a  few  copies  of  which  can  be  obtained  from  Judge  Jenkins. 

After  my  address  was  written  I  received  a  copy  of  "Annals  of  Old  Home 
Week  in  1901,"  which  gives  much  valuable  history  which  1  have  not  attempted 
to  repeat,  but  which  you  should  know. 

We  do  not  claim  to  have  thoroughly  covered  the  ground  or  to  have  mention- 
ed all  the  facts  and  people  that  might  well  be  spoken  of,  but  we  have  endeavored 
to  present  in  an  orderly  way  principal  facts  and  some  of  the  prominent  people 
connected  at  some  time  with  the  town.  If  it  shall  appear  to  you  that  there  is 
too  much  "Berry"  in  it,  please  consider  that  it  is  because  I  have  naturally  known 
more  of  them  than  I  have  of  other  families  and  not  because  I  have  wished  to 
advertise  them.  If  any  person  here  thinks  that  his  or  her  family  has  not  been 
fairly  recognized,  it  is  their  privilege  to  write  up  what  they  think  should  have 
been  said  on  the  subject  and  present  it  to  Judge  Jenkins  as  additional  material 
for  a  history  of  the  town  which  he  hopes  may  be  published. 

The  time  allowed  for  the  delivery  of  this  address  is  one  hour,  and  I've  "boil- 
ed it  down,"  so  to  speak,  to  run  it  pretty  near  to  schedule.  If  anybody  faints 
or  there  is  a  fire  alarm  during  the  reading  I  shall  claim  "time  out"  and  continue 
to  read  to  the  deaf  people  who  kindly  remain   faithful  and   sympathetic. 

Omitting  a  complete  history  I  had  prepared  of  the  early  settlers  in  what  is 
now  Southeastern  New  Hampshire  (who,  by  the  way,  were  neither  Pilgrims 
nor  Puritans),  it  is  sufficient  for  our  purpose  to  say  that  in  1638  Exeter  was 
settled  by  Rev.  John  Wheelwright  and  about  twenty  families  from  what  has 
since  become  Ouincy,  Massachusetts,  they  having  been  expelled  from  the  Massa- 
chusetts Bay  Colony  of  Puritans  as  heretics. 

In  the  same  year  the  territory  long  known  as  Hampton,  Hampton  Falls  and 
Seabrook  was  settled  by  several  families  from  Norfolk  County,  England,  who 
joined  Nicholas  Easton  there.  I  do  not  find  that  they  came  on  account  of  any 
special  religious  belief  or  form  of  worship.  I  think  there  were  many  Quakers 
among'  them,  of  whom  there  were  many  in  England  at  that  time. 


482  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

In  1656  two  refined  Quakeresses,  who  arrived  in  Boston  from  England  bv 
way  of  the  Barbados,  were  imprisoned,   publicly  scourged  as  heretics,   and  tel'i 

by  the  Puritans  to  leave  their  colon;-.  In  1658  some  Quakers  received  a  similar 
warm  reception.  Quakers  thereafter  settled  in  Rhode  Island,  Pennsylvania, 
New  Hampshire  and  Maine.  In  1671  John  Burnyeat  established  their  settle- 
ment in  the  Piscataqua  River  district;  and  in  1700  about  one-third  of  the  in- 
habitants of  that  district  and  of  southeastern  New  Hampshire  (as  it  now  is)  were 
Quakers,  accustomed  to  have  large  meetings  in  Hampton  and  Newbury. 

I  give  you  this  to  prepare  you  for  a  little  surprise  you  may  have  when  I 
speak  of  what  Friend  Albert  N.  Peaslee  told  me  on  the  23rd  inst. 

In  1719,  several  Presbyterian  Scotch-Irish  families  came  from  London- 
derry in  the  North  of  Ireland  and  settled  the  town  of  Londonderry  here,  which 
subsequently  developed  Manchester,  Derry  and  other  adjacent  towns  spreading 
eastward  through  Chester  into  Epsom. 

In  1722,  the  town  of  Nottingham  was  incorporated  and  settled  in  1727  bv 
Capt.  Joseph  Cilley  and  others.  He  was  the  ancestor  of  Mrs.  William  Henry 
Berry,  whom  many  of  you  remember  as  one  of  the  sterling,  influential  women 
of  Pittsfiekl,  survived  by  worthy  children,  some  of  whom  may  be  here  to-day. 

In  1727  this  section  of  the  country  was  claimed  by  the  Colonists  of  Boston 
and  Massachusetts  Bay  although  disputed  by  those  claiming  under  Mason  and 
Wheelwright.  In  consideration  of  and  as  pay  for  the  services  of  New  Hamp- 
shire people  in  fighting  the  Indians  for  many  years  before  and  after  that  year, 
much  of  this  countn  above  Exeter.  Hampton  and  Londonderry  was  granted  by 
Massachusetts  authority  in  townships  defined  by  surveys,  the  grantees  generally 
living  at  a  considerable  distance  from  the  tracts  in  the  wilderness  granted  to  them. 

Thus  between  1727  and  1767  the  townships  of  Pembroke  (granted  as  Sun- 
cook).  Epsom,  Chichester,  Barnstead,  and  Gilmanton  had  been  granted  and  a 
few  settlers  had  located  in  them. 

Chichester  was  granted  to  Nathaniel  Gookin  and  others  of  Hampton  and 
Paul  Merrill,  or  Morrill,  had  been  induced  to  settle  in  the  southwesterly  part  or 
first  division  by  the  gift  of  500  acres  of  land  there.  Other  towns  created  within 
those  forty  years  were  Epping  set  off  from  Exeter,  Raymond  set  off  from 
Chester,  Northwood  and  Deerfield  set  off  from  Nottingham. 

But,  prior  to  the  treaty  between  England  and  France,  in  1763,  what  is  now 
Maine,  New  Hampshire.  Vermont,  Northern  New  York  and  Canada.,  adjoining 
on  the  north,  were  full  of  fighting  between  the  English,  French  and  Indians,  in 
which  New  Hampshire  settlers  were  forced  to  take  part.  The  pioneer  always 
had  to  have  his  gun  within  reach  for  the  hostile  redskin,  and  was  frequently 
called  at  short  notice  to  join  expeditions  to  the  North.  When  away  on  such 
occasions  the  women  and  children  in  the  territory  with  which  we  are  concerned 
were  conducted  to  the  stockade  and  garrison  at  Nottingham. 

In  1747,  when  Charles  McCoy,  whose  name  since  designates  the  mountain 
in  Epsom,  was  trying  to  take  his  wife  and  child  to  that  place.  Indians  captured 
his  wife,  carried  her  to  Canada  and  sold  her  as  a  slave  to  a  Frenchman.  The 
story  is  that  she  subsequently  came  back  but  later  said  she  wished  she  had  stay- 
ed in  Canada,  from  which  some  of  you  may  be  unkind  enough  to  infer  that 
Charles  was  not  Coy  enough.  But  if  she  had  to  climb  his  mountain  often  it  was 
not  strange  for  her  to  have  preferred  the  fertile  plains  of  Canada. 

In  1749  the  township  of  Chichester  extended  from  what  is  now  Pembroke 
on  the  Southwest  to  Barnstead  on  the  Northeast,  with  Epsom  and  Northwood 
lying  to  the  East.  It  was  laid  out  into  lots  which  were  drawn  for  by  the  proprie- 
tors, among  the  latter  being    Thomas  Cram,    John    Cram,    Benjamin    Cram,    and 


PFTTSFIELD'S  ANNIVERSARY  483 

John  Wentworth,  then  Lieut.  Governor  of  the  Province,  who  drew  a  house  lot 
and  500  acres,  subsequently  including  the  (arms  of  Tenney  Batchelder  and 
Reuben  T.  Leavitt  on  the   Southeasterly  slope  of  Catamount. 

The  census  of  1767  of  Southeastern  New  Hampshire  showed  the  inhabi- 
tants settled  for  the  most  part  as  follows : 

Portsmouth     4466         Chester     1 189 

Londonderry    (Now    Manchester  Brentwood     1Q64 

and    Derry)    2389         Bar  rington    1001 

Exeter    1690  Concord     752 

Dover     1614         Gilmanton     2S0 

Epping     1410         Epsom    239 

Hampton   Falls    1 3S1  Chichester   not   mentioned 

Newmarket     1281 

Durham     12c2 

So  we  see  that  in  1767  Hampton  (included  in  Hampton  Falls)  was  well 
settled  and  the  proprietors  of  the  township  of  Chichester  lived  there  and  wanted 
to  sell  it.  Men  from  Exeter  had  settled  in  Gilmanton  in  1761 ,  and  others  began 
to  settle  in  Barnstead  in  1767.  Belknap,  the  standard  historian  of  New  Hamp- 
shire, says  "The  improvement  of  the  country  at  this  time  occupied  the  minds  of 
the  people."  Also,  that  between  1771,  when  the  province  was  divided  into  five 
counties,  and  1791  the  country  was  much  improved  in  respect  to  roads:  that  its 
business  was  chiefly  in  furs,  fish  and  lumber,  and  its  seaport  was  Xewburyport. 

John  Cram  came  in  1768,  at  the  request,  of  the  proprietors  to  explore  and 
report  upon  their  lands.  He  had  been  engaged  in  the  French  and  Indian  Wars  and 
had  the  reputation  of  being  a  man  of  good  judgment  and  trustworthy,  and  a 
leader  among  men.  Upon  his  report  to  the  Hampton  proprietors  he  was  given  a 
deed  of  the  water  rights  or  mill  privileges,  one  hundred  acres  of  the  adjacent 
lands  and  fifteen  pounds  in  money.  Later  he  bought  1100  acres  more  at  10  cents 
per  acre  so  that  he  owned  about  all  the  land  included  within  the  present  limits  of 
our  village.  At  a  still  later  period,  he  bought  100  acres  more,  part  of  which  is 
now  owned  and  occupied  by  his  great-grandson,  Frank  E.  Cram,  out  on  the  Til- 
ton  Hill  Road.  The  latter  was  a  selectman  of  this  town  in  1901,  when  the  first 
Old  Home  Day  was  held  here. 

From  1769  to  1774  John  Cram  built  a  permanent  dam,  about  where  the 
present  one  is  above  the  cotton  factory,  a  saw-mill,  a  frame  house,  barn  and  out- 
buildings. His  house  was  where  the  Washington  Hotel  now  is :  his  barn  on  the 
site  of  the  present  Union  Block:  his  corn  barn  opposite  his  house  on  premises  a 
few  years  ago  of  Dr.  R.  P.  J.  Tenney.  and  now  of  Mr.  Harold  M.  French.  In 
that  corn  barn  he  established  the  first  school.  He  added  a  grist  mill  below  his 
saw  mill.  He  was  assisted  in  his  undertaking  by  a  young  man  named  Chase 
and  probably  by  men  from  Epsom  and  Hampton  in  the  first  few  years.  He  was 
forty-four  years  old  in    1774  when  he  brought  his   family  here. 

If  you  think  of  his  sawmill  as  equipped  with  a  circular  saw  you  are  mistaken, 
because  that  kind  of  a  saw  was  not  invented  until  in  1777  by  Samuel  Miller  in 
England,  and  did  not  get  into  general  use  in  this  part  of  the  country  at  Ilart- 
well's  mill  until  about  1868.  The  saws  in  use  in  John  Cram's  time  were  of 
strips  of  steel  properly  notched  for  teeth  fitted  into  a  strong,  rectangular  sash  and 
known  as  sash  saws,  which  sash  worked  up  and  down  in  a  strong  frame.  The 
sash  was  made  to  operate  up  and  down  by  a  rod  whose  lever  end  extended  to  a 
crank  on  one  end  of  the  water  wheel  shaft.  In  other  words,  the  log  was  pushed 
up  against  a  saw  working  vertically  instead  of  by  circular  motion,  as  in  later 
years.  Very  likely  John  Cram  had  to  send  to  England  for  his  saw :  possibly  he 
got  one  in  Newburyport  or  Boston. 

In  1775  John  Cram  was  commissioned  a  Captain  to  enlist  men  for  the  New 
Hampshire  force  for  the  Revolutionary  War. 


4S4  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

In  1776  by  vote  of  freeholders  and  inhabitants,  attested  by  Daniel  Knowlton, 
Jonathan  Stanyan,  and  Simeon  Hilyard,  the  Committee  of  Safety,  Capt.  John 
Cram  was  recommended  to  and  appointed  by  the  General  Court,  then  held  at 
Exeter,  a  Justice  of  the  Peace,  an  office  of  much  more  importance  then  than  it 
is  now.  Under  the  law  of  England  prevailing  here  at  that  time  this  gave  him 
the  title  of  "Esquire."  one  of  dignity  next  above  "gentleman"  and  below  that  of 
a  "Knight."  So  yen  can  remember  that  John  became  "Esquire  Cram"  in  the 
same  year  that  the  Declaration  of  Independence  v.  as  signed  and  was  a  magistrate 
with  power  to  keep  the  peace. 

In  1777  he  was  chosen  one  of  those  to  regulate  prices  in  Chichester. 

I  came  across  a  'petition  of  the  Committee  of  Safety  in  1776  for  the  towns 
of  Newburyport,  Haverhill,  and  ten  other  towns  in  the  neighborhood  of  the 
Merrimack  River  to  the  Council  of  the  Colony  of  New  Hampshire  complaining 
of  the  profiteering  in  the  necessaries  of  life  then  prevalent,  which  sounds  much 
like  what  we  have  heard  and  suffered  within  recent  years. 

In  John  Fiske's  History  of  the  American  Revolution,  I  found  the  following 
as  to  the  money  and  prices  of  those  times: 

Continental  Currency 
In   1778,  paper  dollar  was  worth   16  cents  in   Northern  States. 
In   1778,       "  "  "        12       "       "    Southern 

In   1780,       "  "    .     "         2       "      and     before     the    end    of    year    ten 

paper  dollars  were  worth   1  cent. 
(Whence  arose    the    expression    "Not   worth    a    Continental")    (Dollar). 
Indian   corn    sold   in    Boston    @   Wholesale    @       $150.00  per  bushel 
Butter     .  .  .  .  .  @  12.00  per  pound 

Tea  .....  @  90.00  per  pound 

Sugar        .....  @  10.00  per  pound 

Beef  .....  @  8.00  per  pound 

Coffee        .....  @         '12.00  per  pound 

Flour         .....  @     1,575.00  per  barrel 

Samuel  Adams  paid  for  hat  and  suit  of  clothes   .  . .  .$2,000.00. 
Washington  said  it  took  a  wagon  load  of   money  to  buy  a   wagon  load  of 
provisions. 

Four  months'  pay  of  a  private  soldier  would  not  buy  a  single  bushel  of  wheat 
for  his  family. 

Money  ceased  to  circulate,  debts  could  not  be  collected,  and  there  was  a 
general  prostration  of  credit. 

With  such  conditions  in  the  towns  at  the  South  we  can  well  imagine  the 
hard  times  with  which  John  Cram  had  to  deal. 

In  1781  the  following  inhabitants  of  Chichester  petitioned  the  General  Court 
tha*-  the  second  and  third  divisions  of  that  town  be  set  off  for  a  new  town. 

Petitioners   for  Town  of   Pittsfield,    November   24,    1781. 

Barton,    Ebenezer  Eaton,    Daniel  Prescott,    Ebenezer 

Barton,    Josiah  Eaton,    Elisha  Ring,   Samuel 

Berry,   Joshua  Eaton,    John  Sanborn,    Edmond 

I'ickford,    Thomas  Fogg,    Jonathan  Sanborn,  James 

Blaso,   John  Garland,    Jonathan  Sargent,     Edward 

Brown,    James  Gilman,    Daniel  Smith,   Winthrop 

Brown,    Jonathan  Goss,    Joseph  Thurston,    Benjamin 

Chase,    William  Haskell,    Job  Tibbetts,     Robert 

Clifford,     Ithiel  Leavitt,    Reuben    Towle  Tilton,   John 

Cram,   John  Libbee,    Isaac  Tinkers,    Jonathan 

Cram,    Reuben  Marston,   Joseph  White,    Josiah 

Qam,   Wadleigh  Munsey,    William  White,     (Jona)     Nathan 

Dow,   Jonathan  Nudd,    Benjamin 

Drake,   James  Philbrick,    Samuel 


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The  petition  was  granted,  the  town  incorporated  March  27,  1782,  and  called 
Pitt-held  in  honor  of  the  elder  William  Pitt,  the  champion  of  the  Amer:  ■ 
Colonists,  and  on  May  12  the  first  town  meeting  of  Pittsfield  was  called  by  ; 
held  at  the  home  of  John  Cram,  inn-holder,  at  which  he  was  elected  to  go  i 
Concord  to  form  a  plan  of  Government.  Also  Wirithrop  Smith,  Job  Haskell, 
and  James  Drake  were  chosen  the  first  Board  of  Selectmen,  and  John  Cram, 
Town  Clerk-,  in  which  office  he  served  until  1800  inclusive,  serving  one  year 
as  a  Selectman. 

In  1783,  the  Selectmen  certified  that  there  were  120  persons  in  Pittsfield 
to  pay  a  poll  tax. 

In  1784,  the  Colony  tax  imposed  on  Pittsfield  was  nearly  double  the  amount 
assessed  against  Chichester,  indicating  that  about  two-thirds  in  value  of  the  real 
and  personal  property  of  the  original  township  of  Chichester  was  considered  to 
have  been  set  off  into  Pittsfield. 

In  the  period  between  1782  and  1802,  inclusive,  said  James  Drake,  grand- 
father of  our  Nathaniel  S.  Drake,  served  17  years  and  my  great-grandfather, 
Joshua  Berry,  served  S  years  as  Selectmen.  The  records  do  not  indicate  that 
the  people  were  much  troubled  with  town  politics  in  those  days  and  it  is  fair 
to  infer  that  Squirt  Cram  "fixed  the  slate"  at  his  tavern  so  that  town  meetings 
ran  smoothly. 

In  1789,  John  Cram  was  one  of  the  organizers  of  the  First  Orthodox  Con- 
gregational church  in  Pittsfield,  and  he  gave  land  sufficient  for  the  -site  of  the 
church  and  the  graveyard  by  ii.  being  the  land  now  occupied  by  the  Town  Hall 
on  Main  Street  and  the  cemetery  by  the  side  and  rear  of  it.  The  original  mem- 
bers were  John  Cram  and  his  wife,  Jonathan  Perkins  and  wife.  Edward  Sargent 
and  wife.  Benjamin  Nudd,  and  two  others.  Its  first  minister  was  Rev.  Christo- 
pher Paige  from  Hopkinton,  who  married  the  widow  Fletcher,  of 'whose  daugh- 
ter Grace  Fletcher  I  will  speak  a  little  later.  Mr.  William  Henry  Berry  was  the 
orator  at  the  hundredth  anniversary  in   1889  of  the  founding  of  the  Church. 

You  will  recall  that  in  1789  Washington  was  first  elected  President  of  the 
United  Stales. 

One  of  the  first  things  done  by  the  new  Government,  for  taxation  and  other 
purposes,  was  to  take  an  account  of  the  people  in  it  and  I  have  the  census  of 
1790  taken  of  this  town  of  Pittsfield  from  which  those  of  you  who  wish  can 
pick  out  your  ancestors  if  they  were  here  then.  I  will  not  read  it,  because  it 
would  tire  you  to  listen  to  it.  You  can  find  it  printed  in  the  Valley  Times  issue 
of  the  19th  inst.     The  summary  of  it  is—: 

United  States  Census.  1790. 


F,     •     white     mah 

s    16    ypar- 

Heads    of 
Families 

ant!     upwards. 
Families    in 

Heads    of 
■•vded. 

Under    16 
years 

Free     while 

Females 

All     other 
Free 

Total 

147 

204 

220 

444 

4 

872 

The   following  were 

included  as   soldiers 

of   the   Revolutionarv  War: 

Berry.    Joshua,    Lt. 

Garland,    Jeremiah 

Norris,   Moses 

Berry,    Thomas,    Lt. 

Gobs,    Joseph 

Philbrick,   Samuel 

Blake,    Enoch,   Scrgt. 

Green,   Rradburv 

Prescott,   Ebenczer 

Brown,    James 

Green,   Jonathan 

Sandborn,    Edmund 

Bunker,    Dodifer 

Haskell,   Tob.  Capt. 

Seavey,   Isaac 

Chase,    Nathaniel 

Jonson,   Thomas 

Swett,   Thomas    R. 

Cram,    Reuben 

Kerbv,    John 

Tibbits,   Robert 

Drake,   James,    Lt. 

Knov.lton.    David 

True,    John 

1'ogg,   Jona 

than 

Libbee,   I 

saac 

PITTS  F 1 E I .  D '  S  A  X  N 1 V  E  R  S  A  R  Y  4  87 

Also,  these  Veterans  settled  in  Pittsfield  before  or  after  the  taking  of 
said  Census  : 

Bean,    Ebenezer  Lovering,     (wrestler)  Sias,  John 

Bennett,    David    '                            Tilton    Hilt  '    Swett,    Benjamin 

Blaso    (Blaisdeil)     John  Sanborn,    James  Wallis,    William 

Chapman,    Jonathan  Sargent.    Rev.   Benjamin  White,   Josiah 

Eaton,   John  Shaw.    John 

Twenty-seven  or  twenty-eight  of  the  above  named  Veterans  were  buried 
in  the  Old  Cemetery  by  our  present  Town  Hall. 

A  story  of  a  Revolutionary  Veteran  is  of  Lovering,  famous  as  a  wrestler, 
who  lived  on  Tilton  Hill,  whose  wife  was  a  large,  strong  Scotch  woman.  In 
in  those  days  collar  and  elbow  wrestling  was  much  in  vogue.  A  stranger  called 
at  Lovering's  one  day  when  he  was  away  and  said  lie  came  to  have  a  botit 
with  him.  Mrs.  Lovering  said  she  was  sorry  to  have  him  go  away  disappointed 
and,  to  accomodate  him,  she  would  take  him  on.  She  did,  and  took  two  straight 
falls  out  of  him.  and  told  him  that  her  husband  generally  laid  her  out:  whereupon 
the  stranger  allowed  he  did  not  want  any  more  of  that  family. 

Bradbury  Green,  a  veteran,  lived  on  Catamount,  and  was  a  drummer  in  the 
Revolutionary  War.  He  liked  to  tell  that  he  drummed  for  the  procession  which 
conducted  Major  Andre,  a  British.  Spy,  to  be  hung,  and  that,  at  the  latter's 
request,  he  beat  a  short  quick  step.  1  have  heard  my  father  say  that  Bradbury 
Green  taught  him  so  that  he  drummed  for  the  Militia  in  later  years  at  training 
on  Deerfield  Parade. 

But  while  John  Cram  found  and  established  the  dam  and  mill  site  in  what 
is  now  your  village,  my  great  grandfather,  Joshua  Berry  found  your  Berry  Pond 
of  good  water  in  the  Spring  of  1779  and  soon  had  a  famous  grist  mill,  saw  mill, 
and  general  store  by  a  dam  site,  which  attracted  to  its  vicinity  for  many  years 
more,  settlers  and  trade  than  John  Cram's  did,  although  the  Squire's  finally  won 
out  because  he  kept  a  tavern  to  which  it  was  an  easy  down  grade  from  the  Upper 
City  and  Gilmanton,  and,  after  1818,  Uncle  John  Berry  dispensed  good  rum 
from  his  store  on  the  site  of  what  is  now  the  Valley  Times  Office,  the  merchan- 
dise of  which  while  good  to  take,  is  not  as  seductive  as  that  which  Uncle  John 
sold.  This  town  was  really  settled  by  a  Cram  and  a  Berry,  a  pretty  good  com- 
bination,  especially  about  Thanksgiving  Time. 

My  great  grandfather  came  out  of  the  Revolutionary  War  a  Lieutenant,  was 
married  in  Greenland,  came  up  here,  built  his  log  house  where  the  front  part  of 
Frank  Dennett's  now  is  on  Berry  Road  and  put  in  his  mills  at  the  foot  of  the 
short  hill  down  from  the  house  on  the  left  or  easterly  side  and  a  store  on  the 
westerly  side  oi  the  road;  thence  the  road  ran  southwesterly  and  westerly 
up  the  hill  and  overlooking  the  pond  (now  called  Berry  Pond  Road)  to  what  was 
early  known  as  Governor's  Road,  at  corner  called  Knowlton's,  and  now  Sander- 
son's, and  thence  turning  northwest  to  go  to  Cram's  mills,  or  southeast  to  go  to 
Northwood,  Nottingham,  and  down  country,  or  to  keep  straight  ahead  at  the 
corner,  go  up  over  the  ledge  where  the  Quaker  Burying  Ground  now  is  to  the 
South  Road  and  Epsom. 

In  1775  Daniel  Eaton  and  Thomas  Jonson  came  from  down  country,  the  former 
locating  on  the  southeasterly  slope  of  Catamount  where  Freeman  Brown  now 
lives,  giving  the  name  to  Eaton  Pond;  the  latter  located  on  Catamount  where 
Eugene  A.  Davis  now  owns,  and  overlooks  the  country    for  75   miles    around. 

In  1785  William  Berry,  brother  of  said  Joshua,  settled  on  Catamount  and 
later  built  the  house  now  owned  by  my  sister,  Miss  Fanny  H.  Berry,  on  Berry 
Road.       He  and  his  descendants  had  much  to  do  with  the  life  of  this  town  as  I 


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will  later  shpw.  He  and  his  son  John  were  well-known  "characters"  and  kq>t 
men  and  things  moving. 

In  the  early  part  of  the  last  century,  the  old  (Berry)  road  to  Northwood 
Narrows  ran  from  Capt.  Joshua  Berry's  straight  up  a  very  steep  grade  to 
Johnson's,  and  then  southerly  over  to  and  by  the  west  end  of  William  Berry's 
house  and  down  to  Eaton's.  I've  heard  tell  that  Major  Bill,  as  he  was  called, 
got  tired  of  driving  up  to  Johnson's  and  across  to  his  house,  so  he  petitioned 
to  have  the  road  laid  out  along  the  face  of  the  ledge  as  it  now  runs:  that  he  had 
the  Selectmen  come  to  his  house  to  take  a  view:  that  they  saw  the  old  road  and 
the  proposed  new  one  and.  by  the  aid  of  glasses,  saw  the  wonderful  view  and 
other  things;  that  they  drove  or  rode  home  after  dark;  that  when  they  met  the 
next  time  they  had  some  difficulty  in  recalling  just  what  was  said  and  done  on 
that  visit;  and  that  finally  the  Chairman  found  in  the  top  of  the  hat  he  had  worn 
that  day  their  vote  to  re-locate  the  road  as  prayed  for  signed  by  all  three  of 
them,  but  in  handwriting  not  quite  as  well  as  they  could  write.  They  recalled 
with  pleasure  the  trip,  the  wonderful  view  through  the  glasses,  that  Major  Bill 
was  a  mighty  good  feller,  and  it  wouldn't  make  any  difference  to  Johnson  anyway. 
That  took  a  crook  out  of  the  Berry  Road  over  Catamount. 

Thomas  Berry,  of  Greenland,  a  Lieutenant  in  the  Revolutionary  War, 
cousin  and  brother  in  law  of  Joshua,  located  on  the  westerly  slope  of  Tucker 
Hill  where  Mr.  Da  vies  now  is.  Some  Tuckers  and  William  Watson,  on  Tucker 
Hill,  John  Tilton,  John  True,  and  Lovering  located  on  what  has  long  been 
known  as  Tilton  Hill.  , 

After  that  War  military  training  was  kept  up  and  Lieut.  Joshua  became 
Capt.  Joshua  Berry,  and  was  so  known  for  the  last  25  years  or  so  of  his  life 
until  his  death  in  1S25.  Lieut.  James  Drake,  who  settled  in  South  Pittsfield  in 
1774  with  good  Quakers  for  his  neighbors,  was  so  promoted  until  he  was  long 
known  as  Major  Drake. 

Capt.  Joshua's  sons  were  Isaiah,  who  married  and  lived  at  the  homestead, 
Joshua  Cate,  who  married  and  built  the  house  next  this  side,  where  Edgar  Davis 
now  lives :  Thomas,  who  married  and  built  what  is  now  the  first  house  on  the 
northerly  side  of  the  Pond  Road  as  you  go  up  from  the  old  mill-site  and  now 
owned  by  Charles  M.  Chase,  son  of  Nathaniel  Chase.  Joshua  Cate  Berry  built 
a  blacksmith  and  wheelwright's  shop  nearly  opposite  his  house  by  the  brook, 
which  he  worked  in  about  forty'  years  from  1816:  the  shop  was  torn  down  15  or 
20  years  ago. 

In  1796  the  road  was  made  from  Capt.  Joshua's  as  it  now  runs,  down  "shingle 
mill"  hill  past  Philester  S.  Elliott's  and  through  the  sand  hills  to  the  present 
village.  That  hill  in  Berry  Road  just  beyond  where  Lewis  Adams  now  lives 
was  called  "Shingle  Mill"  because,  for  many  years  after  1825,  said  Joshua  C. 
Berry  had  a  dam  and   shmgte  mill  on  the  brook  on  the  northeast  of  the  road. 

In  the  period  from  1787  to  1800  Capt.  Joshua  Berry's  account  book  shows 
62  men  with  whom  he  did  business  at  his  store  and  mills,  probably  only  a  part 
of  his  customers. 

In  an  article  of  the  late  Henry  L.  Robinson  I  find  that  he  obtained  much 
information  from  my  uncle,  Jonathan  M.  Berry,  then  of  Evanston,  Illinois, 
and  other  sources,  from  which  he  wrote  that  in  and  about  1796  the  houses  and 
buildings  in  the  present  village  and  to  the  south  and  east  along  Governor's  Road 
and  Berry  Pond  Road  were  those  of  John  Cram  (where  a  part  of  the  Washing- 
ton House  now  is),  the  meeting  house  (now  the  Town  Hall)  ;  house  of  Jonathan 
Cram  opposite:  Jonathan  Fogg's  (now  owned  by  Ralph  W.  Sanborn)  ;  the  par- 
sonage built  by  Rev.  Christopher  Page,  now  owned  by  William  B.  Ely;  then, 


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about  a  mile  and  a  halt  beyond,  Simon  Green's  (late  of  J.  C.  Mcintosh  and  now 
owned  by  Sanderson);  then  Elder  David  Knowlton's  where  Mr.  Sanderson  ha: 
his  summer  residence.  Then  turning  to  the  northeast  into  Berry  Pond  Road 
there  were  the  Freewill  Baptist  Meeting  House,  and  several  dwelling  houses  be- 
fore reaching  Capt.  Joshua  Berry's  store  and  mills.  Robinson  called  that  a 
business  street  of  the  town.  Going  west  from  Gram's  mill  at  that  time  my 
information  is  that  just  across  the  river  was  Lyford's  tannery  and  a  school 
house  near  by.  Houses  "above  the  river,"  as  that  section  was  called,  were  those 
of  James  Gram,  the  bricks  in  the  chimney  hauled  from  Epping  (by  ox-team,  of 
course);  the  Lyford  house,  later  of  William  G.  French;  Ebenezer  and  Samuel 
Prescott':.-,  houses  on  Concord  Hill;  and  those  of  David  Drake,  John  Sias,  Thomas 
R.  Swett.  Jonathan  Perkins,  Jahez  James,  Samuel  Batchelder,  Edward  Sar- 
gent and  Benjamin  Nudd  scattered  to  the  west  and  northwest.  The  "Upper 
City,"  as  it  was  called,  above  and  beyond  Lyford  Hill  had  a  store  kept  by  William 
Simpson,  another  by  Job  Demerritt;  a  blacksmith's  shop  of  Lieut.  John  Hill; 
the  house  of  Robert  Tibbetts,  a  tavern,  the  postofhee,  a  harness  maker's,  a  car- 
penter's, and  shoemaker's  shops.  There  was  a  stage  route  from  Concord  through 
Chichester  to  what  is  now  called  Kelleys  corner,  then  over  Ring's  (later  Brown's) 
Hill  to  Upper  City  and  Gilrnanton. 

Now  you  have  come  with  me  to  the  year  1800  and  I  hope  you  have  in  mind 
a  tolerably  good  picture  of  Pittsfield  as  it  was  then  known  and  seen  by  Squire 
Cram  near  the  close  of  his  life  as  he  viewed  the  results  of  his  coming  here  in 
1768.  Of  course  you  would  like  a  picture  of  John  Cram  himself.  The  best  I 
can  do  for  you  is  to  say  that  I  caused  strict  search  to  be  made  in  and  about  the 
several  apartments  of  lien.  Osgood's  Studio  and  lien  is  very  positive  that  he 
hasn't  seen  the  negative  of  John  Cram  since  Newman  Durell  was  in  there  last 
to  borrow  some  bait. 

On  August  30,  1803,  John  Cram  born  in  Hampton  Falls,  Nov.  12,  1730, 
passed  on  to  his  reward,  having  served  the  inhabitants  of  the  towns  of  Chiches- 
ter and  Pittsfield  as  Justice  of  the  Peace,  Town  Clerk,  Selectman,  Surveyor,  saw 
and  grist  miller,  tavern-keeper,  and  public  spirited  citizen  for  over  thirty  years. 
Dr.  Jeremiah  Blake,  historian,  and  Mr.  William  Henry  Berry  have  spoken  of 
him  as  the  "Father  of  the  Town  of  Pittsfield."  Mr.  Berry  also  said  of  him 
"Looked  up  to  and  respected  by  all,  his  word  was  law.  For  more  than  25  years 
he  was  an  official  of  the  town,  serving  without  compensation,  except  expenses 
paid  out.  Monarch  of  all  he  surveyed,  he  exercised  his  trust  wisely  and  well. 
He  was  a  strong,  devoted  Christian  character." 

Passing  along  with  the  history  of  the  town  we  note  that  in  1S10  its  popula- 
tion was  1050  (a  gain  of  178  or  19%  since  the  1790  Census). 

In  1812  the  village  consisted  of  the  Congregational  Meeting  House  where 
the  Town  Hall  now  (1921)  is;  the  next  building  west  of  that  was  a  store,  and 
the  next  west  of  that  one  house  of  William  Butters,  Esq.,  since  replaced  by  the 
Advent  Church  and  residence  lately  of  Dr.  Wheeler  and  next  west,  at  corner  of 
Road  to  Barnstead,  was  house  of  Fogg,  later  of  Carroll  and  the  tavern  kept  by 
W.  Bryant  Drake,  which  burned  down  June  18.  1865  and  was  succeeded  by  the 
residence  of  Gov.  Turtle,  now  owned  and  occupied  by  Dr.  Frank  H.  Sargent, 
who  can  issue  only  a  limited  number  of  prescriptions  for  that  alleged  medicine 
Berry  dispensed  as  a  beverage  at  sight  of  the  coin  only.  The  next  building  of 
importance  further  west  was  the  homestead  of  John  Cram,  then  occupied  by  his 
son,  John  Cram.  Crossing  the  bridge,  on  the  Concord  Road,  were  the  houses 
of  Hilliard  and  David  Smith,  and  at  the  top  of  the  hill  were  those  of  Ebenezer 
Prescott  and  his  son,  Samuel  W.  Prescott,  as  before  stated.     Going  back  to  the 


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bridge  and  following  around  were  a  blacksmith  shop,  a  fulling  mill,  a  carding 
mill,  Ly ford's  Tannery,  and  the  River  Schoofhouse.  The  paper  at  that  time 
used  was  unruled  ;  blank  copy  and  account  books  were  home-uncle.  There,  were 
no  lead  pencils,  but  pieces  of  lead  were  used,  some  obtained  from  land  near 
Berry  Pond.  Ink  was  home-made,  some  made  of  iron,  copperas  and  vinegar, 
some  of  maple  bark  and  copperas,  obtained  by  boiling  rocks  containing  copper: 
such  rock  was  found  near  Wild  Goose  Pond. 

Dr.  Jeremiah  Blake,  born  in  Pittsfield  in  1800,  /.'as  written  that  during  his 
boyhood  the  boys  were  taught  reading,  spelling,  writing  and  arithmetic,  and  the 
girls  were  taught  the  same  except  arithmetic,  because  it  was  thought  they  didn't 
need  to  know  it  since  their  business  was  to  do  housework,  spin,  weave,  milk  the 
cow,  and  make  butter  and  cheese.  Another  reason  probably  was  that  the  ancients 
didn't  want  the  girls  and  women  folk  to  get  too  familiar  with  the  small  amount 
of  money  there  was  in  circulation  and  increase  the  circulation  of  it  by  requiring 
the  purchase  of  goods,  ever,  for  short  dresses  and  finery,  to  attract  the  attention 
of  the  boys.  But  school  copy-books  in  possession  of  Mr.  Drake  used  here  by 
some  girls  in  1815  show  that  some  girls  were  then  "some"  on  sums. 

This  reminds  me  of  an  interesting  fact  I  came  across  in  examining  Capt. 
Joshua  Berry's  account  book,  wherein  I  found  that  in  1795  he  first  mentioned 
having  paid  Abram  French  ten  dollars,  which  lie  charged  as  3£  English  money; 
and  not  until  in  1806  did  he  change  from  keeping  his  accounts  in  English  to 
United  States  money.  This  suggests  that  United  States  money  began  to  circulate 
in  1795,  but  it  took  ten  or  eleven  years  for  the  old-timers  to  get  used  to  it. 

Dr.  Blake  also  wrote  that  in  1809  and  1810  the  first  road  wagon — called  a 
Dutch  wagon — and  the  first  bellows-top  chaise  were  seen  in  town  as  novelties. 
I  remember  such  a  chaise  stored  up  overhead  in  the  woodshed  of  my  grand- 
father, Joshua  C.  Berry,  the  blacksmith,  prior  to  1870,  the  large  heavy  wheels 
of  which  finally  were  used  en  the  rear  of  a  hayrack. 

In  1807-1808  there  were  the  Embargo  and  Non-Inter  ourse  Acts,  which 
injured  American  merchant  shipping  and  caused  great  dis:ontent,  which  led 
up  to  the  War  of  1312  waged  along  the  border  of  Canada,  along  the  Atlantic 
Coast  and  some  in  the  Gulf  States. 

In  1814  there  was  a  great  alarm  at  Portsmouth  because  several  English 
warships  were  just  outside  the  harbor  threatening  to  send  in  men  to  destroy  the 
town.  The  New  Hampshire  Militia  were  hastily  called.  Capt.  Godfrey  of  the 
Epsom  Eight  Infantry  Company  volunteered  its  services  and  asked  for  men  from 
Pittsfield.  Enoch  Blake,  son  of  Sergeant  Enoch  Blake,  a  Revolutionary  War 
Veteran,  and  others  volunteered.  The  Company  from  Epsom  and  Pittsfield 
marched  behind  a  good  band  to  Portsmouth  and  were  acclaimed  by  the  people 
there  as  being  the  handsomest  company  that  ever  marched  through  the  town. 
I  fail  to  find  any  record  of  a  battle  being  fought  there,  and  therefore  assume  that 
the  mere  appearance  of  Pittsfield  and  Epsom  men  as  being  ready  for  a  fight  was 
quite  sufficient  to  discourage  the  British. 

In  1813,  this  town  and  vicinity  was  visited  by  an  epidemic  of  what  was  then 
called  Spotted  Fever,  since  known  as  Spinal  Meningitis,  and  many  of  the  af- 
flicted died  within  a  few  hours  of  being  attacked  by  it.  Dr.  Shannon  was  the 
leading  local  physician  and  sent  to  Londonderry  and  other  towns  for  doctors  to 
come  who  worked  day  and  night.  At  that  time  Thomas  Berry,  a  son  of  Capt. 
Joshua,  made  a  famous  ride  from  here  to  Portsmouth  to  get  medicine,  making 
the  round  trip  by  relays  of  horses  of  relatives  and  friends  along  the  road  in  nine 
hours,  greatly  to  the  surprise  of  the  doctors.  Remarkable  as  that  trip  was,  com- 
pare the  means  of  transportation  with  the   fact  that  to-day  we  could  telephone 


492  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

Portsmouth  and  have  the  medicine  here  within  two  hours  by  automobile. 

In  1815  there  was  a  wide-spread  destruction  of  old  growth  pine  by  a  storm 
which  lasted  several  days.  • 

In  1816  there  was  a  frost  every  month,  to  the  ruin  of  the  crops.  If  our 
friend,  Mr.  Frank  Muzzey  the  auctioneer,  were  telling  this  story,  I  suppose  he 
would  try  to  make  you  believe  that  men  wore  their  overcoats  and  gloves  and 
earned  their  bread  by  the  icicles  on  their  brows  at  haying  time.  It  is  said  that 
famine  in  the  winter  was  such  that  many  men  walked  down  country  and  toted 
back  corn  on  their  shoulders  to  save  their  families  and  live  stock. 

From  1800  to  1818,  Rev.  Benjamin  Sargent  ably  performed  the  difficult 
feat  of  persuading  the  Orthodox  COngregationalists  and  the  Baptists  of  all  be- 
liefs in  the  village  and  westerly  part  of  the  town  to  unite  and  worship  under  his 
ministration.  He  certainly  was  a  theological  diplomat,  apparently  living  about 
one-hundred  years  ahead  of  his  time,  since,  not  until  comparatively  recent  years, 
was  it  known  that  such  good  people  have  been  willing  to  consolidate  and  co- 
operate. It  is  said  that  during  the  most  of  that  period  there  were  two  deacons 
of  his  church,  one  a  Congregationalist  and  the  other  a  Baptist.  It  is  easy  to  see 
how,  with  such  an  ancestor,  our  present  Dr.  Sargent  is  popular  with  all  the 
townspeople. 

In  1817  there  came  to  this  town  from  Durham.  Mr.  James  Joy,  whom  I 
consider  as  the  successor  of  John  Cram,  Esq.  He  was  a  skilled  blacksmith  and 
iron  worker.  He  soon  bought  the  mill  privilege  and  property  remaining  in  the 
village  which  had  been  John  Cram's  on  the  easterly  side  of  the  river,  and  estab- 
lished a  scythe  factory  which  was  carried  on  by  him  and  some  of  his  sons  until 
about  1840.  He  established  a  great  reputation  for  himself  and  the  town  for 
the  quality  and  quantity  of  the  scythes  made  and  sold.  He  caused  the  town  to 
advance  from  a  country  village  to  a  factory  town.  He  was  a  quiet,  thoughtful 
and  very  systematic  man,  and,  in  a  broad  way,  a  great  benefactor  of  the  town 
and  of  its  people..  As  a  result  of  his  efforts  the  cotton  factory  which  you  now 
have  here  was  established  by  him  in  1827 ,  which,  as  you  know,  has  been  a  stand- 
ard and  unfailing  industry  of  the  town  ever  since,  giving  employment  first  to 
the  native-born  men  and  women  and  then,  as  they  emigrated,  to  others  until,  for 
many  years,  the  town  has  had  the  valued  assistance  of  sturdy  and  industrious 
people  generally  known  as  of  French  Canadian  ancestry.  Great  credit  is  due  to 
Mr.  George  E.  Kent  for  the  success  of  that  business  here. 

In  1818  John  Berry  opened  a  general  store  on  the  site  of  the  present  Valley 
Times  Office.     He  was  a  son  of  Major  William  Berry,  of  Catamount,  previous- 
ly mentioned.     Major  William-  had  a  large  family  of  sons  and  daughters,  named 
Edward,  Thomas.  William,  John,  Hannah,  Mehitable,  Katherine.  Cotton,  Isaiah, 
Gilman  and  Abigail.     When  asked  who  his  children  were  he  readilv  answered 
"Ned,  Tom,  Bill,  John, 
Han,  Hit,  Kit,  Cot, 
Saiah,  Gil,  Abigil, 
And  the  baby." 
which  is  the  only  triplet  I  have  heard  of  among  the  Berrys. 

Of  these  sons,  Edward,  Thomas  and  William  had  good  farms  and  buildings 
on  the  road  running  east  from  the  village  to  Xorthwood  Narrows  and,  with 
three  sons  of  Capt.  Joshua  Berry,  located  farther  on;  then  Major  William  Berry, 
and.  down  near  Tucker  Hill.  Jerry  Berry,  son  of  Lieut.  Thomas.  Those  families 
gave  the  name  of  "Berry"  to  the  road.  John  Berry  built  a  large  house  next  to 
his  store  here  on  the  site  now  owned  by  Mr.  Everett  Clark.  Most  of  those 
families  had  numerous  children  who  were  brought  up  in  the  old  fashioned  way 


PITTSFIELD'S  ANNIVERSARY  493 

to  attend  church  every  Sunday.  Their  regular  attendance  at  cfRfixh  accounts 
for  the  statement  of  .Mr.  William  Henry  Kerry  in  his  address  previously  refer- 
red to,  "that  thirty  persons  by  the  name  of  Berry  hive  been ' members  of  this 
church,  and  I  can  well  remember  when  50  persons  by  the  name  of  Berry  were 
in  constant  attendance  here  Sabbath  days." 

To  go  hack  a  little,  we  should  rememher  that  in  1791  Elder  David  Knowlton, 
as  he  was  called,  established  the  First  Free-Will  Baptist  Church  within  the  town- 
ship on  Catamount,  at  the  junction  of  Governor's  and  Berry  Pond  Roads.  He 
and  his  son,  Ebenezer,  his  successor  in  the  ministry,  were  famous  as  eloquent, 
strong  preachers  and  their  congregations  were  composed  of  people  who  came 
from  a  considerable  distance  to  hear  them.  As  the  growth  of  the  population 
changed,  that  Baptist  Church  was  moved  down  on  to  Berry  Road  at  the  foot 
of  Shingle  Mill  Hill  and  a  modest  cottage  was  built  for  a  parsonage  alongside  of 
it.  For  several  years  that  church  flourished  there  until  about  1830  when  it  was 
transferred  to  the  village  where  it  now  flourishes  under  aide  pastorate  of  Rev. 
W.  H.  Getcheli  who  is  also  an  understudy  for  the  Angel  Gabriel. 

Also  since  about  1802,  our  Quaker  Friends  who  had  settled  on  Catamount 
and  particularly  on  its  beautiful  southern  slope  in  and  just  beyond  what  has  so 
long  been  known  as  Dowboro  have  had  their  meeting  house  on  the  Dowboro 
Road  at  corner  of  Berry  Pond  Road  with  a  burying  ground  at  the  summit  of 
the  road  above  Knowlton's  and  now  Sanderson's  Corner.  The  original  meeting 
house  was  much  larger  than  the  present  one  and  had  galleries. 

I  find  that  Jacob  Peasley  did  business  with  Capt.  Joshua  Berry  in  1789. 
The  Peaslee  family  have  long  been  known  as  eminent  among  our  Quaker  neigh- 
bors in  the  southerly  part  of  the  town.  Another  was  Jacob  Jones,  maker  of  the 
tall  old  fashioned  eight-day  clocks  much  in  demand  here  100  years  ago.  When 
preparing  this  address  1  wrote  Mr.  Albert  X.  Peaslee  for  information  as  to  the 
early  Quaker  settlers  here.  On  my  arrival  here  Thursday  evening,  the  23rd  inst, 
I  found  his  letter  saying  that  Elijah  Peaslee,  in  1766  or  67,  lo  -ated  on  the  easterly 
side  of  Catamount,  where  Everett  Stockman  now  lives,  on  a  500  acre  farm  and 
had  a  large  two-story  house,  which  was  burned.  Can  you  beat  the  Quaker?  He 
was  here  a  vear  ahead  of  John  Cram  and  hasn't  dropped  behind  his  descendants 
yet. 

John  Berry  occupied  the  store  spoken  of  for  fifty  years,  succeeding  James 
Joy  as  a  Town  Benefactor  and  most  prominent  man,  in  the  latter  years  of  his 
life  familiarly  known  and  endeared  as  "Uncle  John. "He  was  assisted  in  his  busi- 
ness by  his  brother  Thomas,  who  also  ran  a  saw  mill.  When  asked  what  he 
kept  in  his  store  Uncle  John  used  to  say  "a  little  salt,  a  little  fish,  and  lots  of 
rum."  In  those  days  rum  was  drunk  on  all  occasions  and  at  births,  marriages 
and  funerals.  Uncle  John's  rum  was  teamed  from  Xewburyport  by  his  brother 
Thomas,  and  others.  In  preparing  this  address  the  query  arose  as  to  why  it  was 
obtained  at  Xewburyport  rather  than  in  Portsmouth.  Whereupon  I  wrote  my 
class-mate,  Arthur  O.  Fuller,  Esq.,  for  many  years  a  lawyer  in  Exeter,  for  answer 
to  my  question,  and  he  says  in  his  letter  of  July  12th  last  that,  until  about  1840 
and  the  building  of  railroads.  Xewburyport  was  on  a  par  with  Boston  as  a  port 
and  business  center,  and  the  trading  of  Exeter  and  towns  above  in  Xew  Hamp- 
shire was  done  there ;  that,  since  Caldwell's  rum  distilled  there  was  famous  and 
in  great  demand  by  the  ancients,  it  probably  helped  to  bold  the  trade  for  Xew- 
buryport. He  added  that  it  was  the  custom  for  ships  to  sail  from  there  having 
tall  masts,  which  were  sold  abroad  at  high  prices  for  Jamaica  rum  and  molasses, 
and  the  vessels  returned  with  shorter  masts  which  they  carried  to  replace  those 
sold. 


494  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

Uncle.  John  Berry  was  very  patriotic.  Robinson  says  of  him,  in  the  Civil 
War  he  was  the  agent  tor  the  Soldiers'  Aid  Society,  visited  every  man  from 
town  after  he  went  to  camp,  saw  that  he  was  supplied  with  everything  he  warn- 
ed, and  afterwards  looked  out  for  his   family. 

John  McDonough  Berry,  son  of  Uncle  John,  went  to  Minnesota  years  ago 
as  a  lawyer  and  was  for  many  years  distinguished  as  a  Judge  of  its  Superior  and 
Supreme.  Courts,  the  decisions,  of  which  latter  have  long  been  cited  as  standards 
by  the  Courts  of  our  land.  He  had  the  reputation  of  being  one  of  the  great 
lawyers  of  that  State  in  the  period  of  the  development  of  law  in  connection  with 
its  great  railroading,  milling  and  other  industries  in  its  early  years. 

The  Grace  Fletcher  previously  spoken  of  was  one  of  the  beautiful  and 
notable  giris  of  her  time.  She  met  Daniel  Webster  in  his  home  town  of  Salis- 
bury, became  his  wife  in  1808  and  lived  in  Portsmouth  until  1817,  when  they 
moved  to  Boston,  Massachusetts.  Wehster  began  his  national  career  as  a  rep- 
resentative to  Congress  from  Portsmouth  from  1813  to  1817.  In  later  years 
they  occasionally  visited  Mrs.  Webster's  sister  here. 

Libraries. 

In  1804  the  Pittsfield  Social  Library  was  formed,  with  many  proprietors 
or  shareholders.  Their  list  and  transfers  of  shares  show  the  trend  of  people 
from  Catamount  towards  the  village  where  the  last  meeting  was  held  in  a  tavern, 
indicating  that  their  thirst  for  knowledge  had  abated  or  been  overcome  by  the 
thirst  then  prevalent.  But  that  Association  was  soon  followed  by  the  Pittsfield 
Atheneum  Club  maintaining  a  library  in  the  Academy  Building  and  then  circulat- 
ing libraries  in  the  apothecary  stores  of  Dr.  Mack  and  G.  D.  S.  Xoyes.  These 
were  succeeded  in  U95  by  the  Town  Library  under  Dr.  Edgar  L.  Carr,  Henry 
L.  Robinson,  and  Frank  E.  Randall,  as  trustees,  and  maintained  in  the  drug 
store  of  G.  H.  Colbath.  In  1901  the  present  Public  Library  was  established  by 
the  gift  of  Hon.  Josiah  Carpenter  and  his  wife.  Mrs.  Georgia  B.  Carpenter  of 
Manchester  (formerly  of  Pittsfield).  Its  dedication  was  the  feature  of  Old 
Home  Week  Day  on  August  21st.  1901,  and  it  is  known  as  "The  Josiah  Carpen- 
ter Library,"  standing  on  Main  Street  opposite  the  Park.  The  building  is  an 
ornament  to  the  town  and  its  interior  is  well  arranged  for  its  purpose.  In  books 
of  reference  and  for  general  reading  it  is  kept  up  to  date  and  is  well  patronized. 
Also,  it  is  intended  to  be  a  receptacle  of  treasures  of  Art,  Science,  and  Litera- 
ture, and  to  serve  the  interests  of  an  educated  community.  To  be  fully  appreciat- 
ed it  should  be  visited  and  patronized. 

Academy. 

Dr.  Blake  has  said  that  "In  the  beginning  of  the  last  centurv,  Dr.  Abram 
Blanchard,  who  had  settled  in  the  town  as  a  phvsician  and  was  well  educated,  of- 
fered the  town  $500.00  as  a  fund  towards  building  an  academv,  but  that,  at  a 
Town  Meeting  called  to  consider  the.  matter,  it  was  voted  not  to  accept  the  gift 
lest  it  should  make  the  boys  and  girls  lazy  and  unfit  them  for  work.  Not  long 
after  that  Dr.  Pdanchard  moved  to  Pembroke,  made  a  similar  offer  to  that  town, 
which  accepted  it,  and  an  Academy  was  built  there." 

But  about  1828  Uncle  John  Berry  and  others,  appreciating  the  need  of  an 
Academy  in  the  town,  incited  the  townspeople  to  subscribe  for  it  in  land,  labor 
money  or  material,  so  that  in  1830  an  Academy  was  built  on  land  donated  by 
James  Joy;  my  grandfather,  Joshua  C.  Berry,  accented  an  assignment  to  furnish 
$40  in  hewn  timber  for  the  sills  which  were  hewn ' by  a  man  called  Hewer  Goss 
because  he  was  famous  for  hewing  timber. 


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495 


The  building  was  dedicated  with  an  oration  by  Moses  Norris,  Jr.  and  singing 
of  "Ode  on  Science"  by  a  good  chorus  led  by  Enoch  French. 

In  its  earlier  years  the  school  was  well  taught  by  students  and  graduates, 
frequently  from  Dartmouth  College.  My  father  taught  there.  This  Academy 
was  maintained  for  about  60  years.  In  1892  the  present  building  was  erected 
largely  by  the  gift  of  J.  Wilson  White  of  Nashua,  a  native  of  this  town,  for  an 
Academy,  but  was  thereafter  used  for  the  High  School  of  the  town. 

10 

$566,592 

$359,206 

$4,675 

$13,725 

$26,189 

Among  the  early  settlers  as  a  soldier  of  the  Revolutionary  War  I  have  men- 
tioned Moses  Norris.  While  he  was  a  solid  man  of  the  town,  he  and  his  descen- 
dants have  been  made  famous  by  the  career  of  his  son.  Moses  Arorris,  Jr.,  who 


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Common    schools 

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as 

1828 

Inventory 

No. 

of 

legal   voters 

460 

Value    of    lands 

No. 

of 

sheep 

700 

Value   of  mills 

No. 

of 

neat   slock 

1163 

Stock   in    trade 

No. 

of 

horses 

239 

Money    at    interest 

Moses   Norris, 
U.   S.  Sf.xator,   1849-1855. 

attended  school  here  winters  under  Master  Odiorne.  He  was  the  first  graduate 
from  Dartmouth  College  from  Pittsfield  in  1828.  He  then  studied  law  with 
Isaac  O.  Barnes.  Esq.,  of  Bsrnstead  and  succeeded  to  his  practice.  In  1834  he 
moved  to  Pittsfield  and  continued  to  acquire  great  reputation  as  a  lawyer.  From 
1837  to  1840  he  was  a  member  of  the  House  in  the  New  Hampshire  Legislature, 
in  the  latter  year  being  its  Speaker.  In  1841  he  was  a  member  of  the  Governor's 
Council,  and  for  several  years  about  that  time  was  County  Solicitor.  From  1843 
to  1847  he  was  a  member  of  Congress  from  the  district  including  this  town. 
In  the  latter  year,  responding  to  the  demands  of  his  practice,  he  moved  to  Man- 
chester. In  1849  he  became  United  States  Senator  from  this  State  and  died 
while  holding  thai  honorable  position  in  1855.  The  great  questions  before  the 
United  States  Senate  during  the  term  of  Senator  Norris  were  to  the  admission 
of  California,  where  gold  had  just  been  discovered;  the  compromise  of  1850  as  to 
slavery  in  new  territory  or  states  urged  by  Clay  to  prevent  the  secession  of 
the  Southern  States  and  also  favored  by  Webster.     In  those  serious  and  mighty 


496  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

struggles  Senator  Norris  took  a  leading  part,  both   in  committee  and   upon  fl 
floor  of  the  Senate,  making  very  able  speeches  upon  the  tariff  and  the  admisj 
of   Texas  as  a   State  and   upon. the   Kansas  and    Nebraska  question.     He   -i< 
with  Webster  in  favoring  the  1850  compromise  of  Clay  in  order  to  prevent  tb« 
secession  which  came  eleven  years  later.     Undoubtedly   Senator   Norris  was  th 
greatest   man   in   political   life  horn   here.     Me   rightfully   acquired   a   reputation 
which  should  be  perpetuated  for  bis  public  service  as  a  lawyer,  a  member  of  •    ■ 
New   Hampshire   legislature,   and   finally   as   an  effective   member   of   the    Unite'! 
States  Senate  when  it  had  and  needed  the  services  of  some  of  the  greatest  men  in 
our  history.     Senator  Norris  was  an  ancester  of  Mr.   Sanderson,  our  President, 
on  his  mother's  side. 

Stage  Lines. 

Robinson  in  his  book  on  "Pittsfield  in  the  Great  Rebellion"  says  that  early 
in  1861  the  town  was  small  without  railroad  or  telegraph.  It  was  connected  with 
the  outside  world  by  three  stage  lines;  one  a  daily  running  to  Concord,  owned  by 
True  Garland,  a  man  well-known  throughout  the  State  and  to  whom  the  soldiers 
were  indebted  for  many  acts  of  kindness;  another  to  Dover,  owned  by  Jackson 
Freese;  another  running  to  Laconia  by  way  of  Alton  driven  by  Pike  Davis.  The 
last  two  were  tri-weekly;  not.  however,  like  the  one  out  West  the  driver  of 
which,  when  asked  what  he  meant  by  "Tri-weekly."  replied  that  he  went  out  one 
week  and  tried  to  get  back  the  next.  I  had  the  pleasure  of  riding  with  True 
Garland  during  Civil  War  times  and  later.  He  was  a  jolly,  rotund  man. 
with  a  cheery  voice,  liked  by  everybody.  He  was  very  kind  to  me  as  a  small 
boy,  allowing  me  to  ride  on  one  of  the  top  seats,  although  his  passengers  were  not 
always  quite  so  kind.  He  could  work  his  horses  over  a  hard  hill  better  than  any 
driver  1  ever  saw,  making  them  take  it  cheerfully  on  the  run  for  about  two-thirds 
of  the  way  up  and  then  allowing  them  to  take  their  own  time  the  rest  of  the 
way  and  along  on  level  ground  until  they  got  their  wind  to  start  fresh  again. 
He  performed  almost  all  the  duties  of  common  carrier,  an  expressman  and  a 
newspaper.  During  the  War  he  shouted  the  chief  news  of  the  day  to  those 
who  came  out  to  get  it  as  he  drove  along.  I  knew  Jackson  Freese  but  never 
rode  with  him.  He  bought  the  stage  line  between  Pittsfield  and  Dover  in  1852 
from  Jackson  Fogg  and  drove  the  stage  until  1871  when  he  sold  out  the  line 
to  C.  B.  Leavitt.  Like  True  Garland  he  was  always  courteous  and  obliging  and 
was  highly  respected  by  the  travelling  public  and  people  along  his  route.  He 
was  a  most  patriotic  member  of  the  Legislature  from  this  town  in  1860-61.  On 
July  21,1896  he  died  here  respected  by  all.  leaving  his  grandson,Mr.  Courtland 
Freese,  who  has  always  been  a  very  progressive  citizen,  for  many  years  past 
conducting  the  Globe  Manufacturing  Company. 

I  have  purposely  omitted  the  history  of  the  town  during  the  period  of  the 
Civil  War  from  1861  to  1865,  because  it  is  a  special  subject  so  fully  treated  by 
Robinson  in  his  book  previously  referred  to.  and  the  time  allotted  to  me  does  not 
permit  me  to  attempt  to  review  it. 

That  was  a  fitting  culmination  of  the  end  of  the  first  century  of  a  town 
founded  in  the  patriotism  of  its  early  settlers  trained  in  the  Revolutionary  War. 
who,  writh  their  descendants,  kept  up  military  training  and  their  zeal  to  maintain 
the  Union. 

Railroad. 

In  1869  largely  through  the  efforts  of  Hon.  John  Cate  French  then  living  in 
Manchester,   the   Suncook   Valley  -Railroad  was  brought   into  town.     He  estab- 


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lished  a  newspaper  here  mainly  with  a  view  to  educating  public  sentiment  up  to 
the  desirability  of  having  the  road  and  subscribing  for  its  bonds  and  stock,  the 
stock  of  winch  may  now  be  more  valuable  as  a  memento  than  as  an  investment. 

Shoe  Business. 

For  about  one  hundred  years  prior  to  1850  shoemaking  by  men  who  had 
small  farms  was  customary  daring  the  winter  months  in  their  small  shops  with 
the  help  of  their  women  folk  and  outsiders.  In  1850  the  introduction  of  the 
McKay  and  other  machinery  caused  factories  to  be  built  in  Lynn  and  Haver- 
hill from  which  it  became  the  custom  to  send  out  the  uppers,  soles,  heels  and 
other  parts  to  be  made  up  into  shoes  in  such  shops  in  this  town  and  vicinity,  the 
shoes  being  made  and  paid  for  by  the  case.  The  material  was  brought  and  the 
manufactured  product  carried  back  to  the  factories  by  shoe  freighters,  as  they 
were  called,  teaming  between  this  town  and  the  best  railroad  connection.  A  sur- 
vivor of  such  shoe  freighters  is  Mr.  Philester  Seavey  Elliot  (grandson  of  the 
early  settler  from  the  Revolutionary  War,  Isaac  Seavey)  now  towards  eighty- 
five  years  old  and  living  on  Berry  Road. 

Also  1  lately  met  on  the  train  another  freighter,  seventy-five  years  old,  re- 
turning for  Old  Home  Week  here  and  in  Bamstead,  Mr.  Plummer  Goodwin 
now  a  general  storekeeper  in  St.  Petersburg,  Florida. 

Upon  the  introduction  of  the  railroad  here  in  1869  Mr.  Plummer,  Mr.  T. 
Orrin  Tasker  and  others  were  very  influential  in  getting  shoe  manufacturers  to 
locate  here,  greatly  to  the  benefit  of  the  town.  Mr.  Tasker,  now  a  retired  minis- 
ter, is  well-preserved  and  probably  the  oldest  man  in  town  at  the  age  of  ninety- 
five.  The  list  of  factories  and  firms  who  have  occupied  them,  as  furnished  by 
the  Hon.  N.  S.  Drake,  is  as  follows: — - 

Old  Shoe  factory  near  the  depot  was  built  in  1870,  and  was  first  occupied  by 
three  firms  viz.  Charles  D.  Pecker.  Benjamin  F.  Doak,  and  L.  G.  Sweatt.  and 
was  known  as  the  Pecker,  Doak  and  Sweatt  Factory.  They  remained  here  sev- 
eral years  and  then  moved  away. 

The  next  firm  to  occupy  the  factory  was  Morgan,  Dore  and  Libbey  who 
came  here  in    1S81. 

Since  they  left  the  town  the  factory  has  been  occupied  by:  Kuowles  and 
Poole  (for  whom  a  new  factory  was  built),  Edward  Randall  and  Company 
Randall,  Adams  and  Company,  Eugene  P.  Hill,  Hill  and  Drake  Shoe  Compny, 
Hill  and  Greene,  George  D.  Merrill  Shoe  Company. 

At  the  present  time  Adams  Brothers  occupy  a  part  of  the  old  factory  and 
all  of  the  new  factory.  The  remainder  of  the  old  factory  is  occupied  by  the 
Globe  Manufacturing  Company. 

In  1879  the  firm  of  Charles  B.  Lancaster  and  Company  came  to  town  and 
established  their  shoe  business  here  in  a  factory  situated  on  Joy  street  which 
was  built  by  the  citizens  of  Pittsfield  for  their  use.  This  factory  was  run  by 
water  power.  Later  Mr.  Lancaster  built. .another  factory  located  one  hundred 
and  fifty  feet  from  the  first  and  continued  to  operate  both  of  these  factories 
for  many  years;  also  a  factory  at  Centre  Barnstead,  doing  the  largest  shoe  busi- 
ness of  any  firm  that  ever  operated  in  Pittsfield. 

Since  they  removed  from  town  the  factory  has  been  occupied  by :  W.  F. 
Morgan,  Jr.,  Blake,  Allen  and  Company,  Drake  and  Sanborn  Shoe  Company, 
Pittsfield  Shoe  Company,  Adams  Brothers  who  own  and  run  it  at  the  present 
time. 


498  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

Farming. 

Pre-eminent  among  the  farmers  and  milk  producers,  not  only  in  this  towr 
but  in  the  State  of  New  Hampshire,  is  Professor  J.  W.  Sanborn  whose  farm 
of  many  hundred  acres  is  in   the  towns  of   Gilmanton,  Loudon,  Barnstead  and 

Pittsfield  and  whose  local  market  place  is  in  Pittsheld. 

As  a  young  man,  about  fifty  years  ago,  he  was  a  member  of  the  State  Board 
of  Agriculture,  and  after  that,  on  account  of  his  scientific  knowledge  relating  to 
farming,  he  has  been  many  years  in  the  Agricultural  Department  of  the  Univer- 
sity of  Missouri  and  President  of  the  Utah  State  College,  and  has  always  been 
a  great  contributor  to  -education  for  everything  relating  to  farming  and  its  pro- 
ducts. He  has  been  an  inspiration  to  the  farmers  of  this  vicinity,  teaching  them 
to  fertilize  and  rotate  the:r  crops,  select  their  live  stock,  and  make  their  farms 
pay.  While  Professor  Sanborn  is  the  largest  shipper  of  milk  from  here  he  has 
said  "Milk  is  produced  at  a  not  very  generous  profit  when  all  costs  are  rigidly 
examined,  yet  at  a  larger  margin  than  the  staple  products  that  such  farms  as 
mine,  located  too  far  from  the  markets  for  the  vegetables  and  small  fruits,  must 
produce.  Milk  would  not  be  produced  at  all  but  for  the  necessity  of  its  by- 
product manure,  which  is  our  cheapest  factor  for  the  production  of  plant  food." 
A  saying  of  his  is  "Great  things  cannot  come  by  small  effort." 

Some  of  the  people  prominent  and  successful  as  farmers  years  ago  were 
Sylvester  H.  French,  John  J.  Jenness,  Capt.  Isaac  Smith,  Miss  Eliza  Jenness. 
David  Tilton,  Sherburn  J.  Winslow,  Daniel  Watson.  M.  Swain  dough,  J.  C. 
Mcintosh,  George  R.  Drake,  now  Secretary  of  the  New  Hampshire  State- 
Grange,  Moses  Perkins.  Col.  James  Drake  and  Isaiah  Berry.  But  in  recent  years 
farming  in  this  vicinity  has  changed  to  the  production  of  milk,  eggs,  poultry  and 
fruit  as  the  best  money-getters,  since  it  is  difficult  to  compete  with  the  Western 
packers  and  shippers  of  hogs  and  beeves  and  their  products. 

Incident  to  farming  is  the  apple  growing  industry  of  the  town.  Several 
years  ago  Mr.  William  White,  a  wealthy  leather  manufacturer  of  Lowell,  Mass., 
bought  the  Edward  Berry  farm  on  Berry  Road  called  "Maplchurst"  and  con- 
verted a  large  area  of  wood  and  pasture  land  into  one  of  the  largest  and  best 
apple  orchards  not  only  in  this  State  but  in  New  England.  It  is  under  the  very 
able  management  of  Mr.  Richard  B.  Bartlett,  a  man  educated  in  fruit  culture, 
who  has  for  years  had  charge  of  it  and  has  taken  many  prizes  for  the  excellent 
fruit  grown  by  him.  Also  there  are  the  large  orchards  of  Ira  II.  White,  Eugene 
A.  Davis,  A.  L.  Bickiord,  S.  S.  Jenness,  L.  A.  French  and  N.  S.  Drake  by 
whom  several  thousand  barrels  are  shipped  in  good  apple  years. 

But  while  the  product  from  the  farms,  the  pine  and  spruce  forests,  the 
cotton  and  shoe  factories  and  other  industries  of  the  town  have  been  considerable. 
its  greatest  product  has  been  the  men  and  women  born  and  raised  here  who  have 
migrated  to  other  parts  of  the  country  and  have  spread  its  influence  abroad. 
Probably  the  greatest  of  these  was  James  F.  Joy,  son  of  James  Joy,  the  scythe 
manufacturer,  who  graduated  at  Dartmouth  College  in  1833,  and  settled  in 
Detroit,  Mich.,  where  he  became  one  of  the  great  railroad  lawyers,  President 
and  Director  of  what  have  since  been  known  as  the  Michigan  Central;  Chicago, 
Burlington  and  Ouincy;  and  N.  Y.  Central  Railroads.  He  acquired  great  reputa- 
tion and  wealth.  It  has  been  said  that  he  was  known  in  his  day  as  the  Railroad 
King  of  the  Northwest.     This  was  prior  to  1880. 

A  great  man  in  another  line  was  John  Berry  Swett,  born  here  in  1830  and 
educated  in  our  schools  and  then  at  the  Pembroke  Academy  and  Russell  Normal 
Institute  at  Reed's  Ferry.     In   1852  he  went  to   California,   taught  and  became 


EITTSFIELD'S  ANNIVERSARY  499 

superintendent  of  its  schools ;  by  his  publications  and  otherwise  he  established 
a  system  of  education  which  has  been  adopted  in  other  states  and  countries.  He 
occasionally  visited  the  town  when  on  vacation. 

A  famous  author  and  journalist  was  Col.  Thomas  Wallace  Knox  born  in 
Pembroke  in  1836  and  died  in  Xew  York  City  in  1896.  As  an  orphan  he  lived 
with  Emery  Brown  and  attended  school  in  Dowboro,  and  later  at  the  Pittsfield 
and  Hampton  Academies.  In  the  early  fifties  he  went  to  Colorado,  and  began 
his  newspaper  work  with  the  Denver  Daily  Xews.  During  the  Civil  War  he 
was  correspondent  of  the  New  York  Herald,  and  in  1866  as  a  special  correspond- 
end  for  it  made  a  trip  around  the  World.  From  his  experience  in  that  trip  he 
wrote  books  entitled  "Overland  through  Asia,"  "The  Boy  Travellers  in  China 
and  Japan,"  "The  Boy  Travellers  in  Siam,"  which  latter  book  so  pleased  the 
King  of  Siam  that  he  conferred  the  "Order  of  the  White  Elephant"  upon  him, 
he  being  the  first  American  to  receive  that  distinguished  honor.  He  published 
in  all  about  40  books,  and  became  eminent  in  Xew  York  City  and  was- given 
high  place  among  American  authors.  / 

Another  boy  who  lived  here  with  his  sister,  Mrs.  Moses  C.  Neal,  for  many 
years  was  John  R.  Tilton  who  began  as  a  painter  of  carriages  in  the  shop  of  his 
brothers,  X.  C.  and  X.  G.  Tilton  from  which  he  migrated  to  Boston,  and  continu- 
ed decorative  painting  upon  vehicles.  With  the  encouragement  and  assistance 
of    friends  he  went  to   Italy,   studied   and   became   a    famous   landscape   painter. 

Undoubtedly  similar  sketches  of  many  other  early  residents  of  this  town, 
r/ho  have  migrated  and  become  famous,  might  be  written,  but  the  time  allowed 
for  this  address  prevents  further  mention  of  them. 

Of  the  sons  of  "the  town  who  have  grown  up  here  and  become  eminent, 
Hiram  Americus  Tuttle  leads.  Born  in  Barnstead  on  October  16,  1837,  he 
came  here  in  1846  and  spent  the  rest  of  his  life  here  until  its  close,  Feb.  10.  1911. 
Many  of  you  knew  him  so  well  that  words  of  mine  are  needless  except  for  those 
who  did  not  have  the  good  fortune  to  know  him.  He  started  with  nothing  but 
good  health  and  a  bright  mind  of  which  he  made  the  greatest  use.  As  the  lead- 
ing man  of  the  town  he  succeeded  Uncle  John  Berry,  but  in  selling  dry  rather 
than  wet  goods.  He  had  a  quick,  hearty  way  about  him,  knew  and  called  every 
man  by  his  first  name,  and  was  in  turn  known  by  everybody  as  "Hi,"  until  he 
became  Governor.  After  having  served  as  clerk  in  various  places  as  early  as 
1870  he  established  a  clothing  store  here  to  enable  the  male  population  to  fit 
themselves  out  to  look  handsome,  and  later  with  the  assistance  of  his  able  sales- 
man and  partner  Hon.  Newman  Durell,  he  took  the  measure  of  and  clothed 
many  men  from  outside  the  town  and  state  thereby  acquiring  a  large  reputation 
and  business.  Also  for  many  years  he  was  associated  with  men  reputed  for 
their  sagacity  and  success  in  timber  lands  and  lumber.  Also  he  was  a  Director 
of  the  Boston,  Concord  and  Montreal  R.  R.,  President  of  the  Suncook  Valley 
System  (notice  the  word  "System"),  because  the  S.  V.  R.R.,  is  said  to  be  the 
only  road  in  New  England  having  a  switch-back  and  start-over-again  trackage 
which  is  said  to  have  surprised  the  President  of  the  Boston  &  Maine  Road  when 
he  came  up  here  once- to  see  what  some  of  us  were  kicking  about. 

In  1873-4  Mr.  Tuttle  represented  the  town  in  the  Xew  Plampshire  Legis- 
lature. In  1878  he  was  a  member  of  the  Governor's  Council,  and  in  1891-3  he 
and  the  town  were  honored  by  his  election  as  Governor  of  the  State  and  his  ad- 
ministration was  a  good  one.  It  should  be  remembered  that  he  ably  presided  at 
the  exercises  on  the  First  Old  Home  Week  Day  here  in  1901.  As  he  was  a 
fine  representative  of  the  men  of  the  town,  so  his  estimable  wife  equallv  well 
represented  its  women,  and  should  undoubtedly  be  accredited  with  much  of  the 


500  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

success  in  life  gained  by  the  Governor.  To  the  memory  of  their  beautiful 
daughter,  who  seemed  to  pass  away  too  early,  they  erected  the  "Harriet  Tuttle 
Folsom  Memorial  Building"  on  Main  street,  opposite  the  residence  of  Dr.  Sar 
gent,  formerly  that  of  the  Tuttles,  as  previously  mentioned.  Governor  Tuttle 
succeeded  John  Gram,  James  Joy  and  Uncle  John  Berry  as  leading  man  of  the 
town.  His  partner  brought  further  honor  to  the  town  by  being  a  member  of  the 
New  Hampshire  Senate  and  became  the  Hon.  Newman  Durell,  as  well  as  a 
noted  angler. 

One  of  the  strongest  sons  and  greatest  benefactors  of  the  town  of  Pittsfield 
was  Hon.  John  Gate  French,  born  here  Mar.  1,  1832  and  died  in  Manchester,  N. 
H.,  Jan.  8,  1900.  In  1869  he  organized  the  N.  H.  Fire  Insurance  Company  of 
which  he  was  later  President  for  several  years  until  his  decease.  The  build- 
ing up  of  the  great  business  of  that  Company  is  the  most  notable  part  of  bus 
record,  and.  although  he  had  moved  to  Manchester,  the  credit  of  enthusing  the 
people  of  Pittsfield  to  introduce  the  Suncook  Valley  R.  R.  into  the  town  in  186(J 
is  largely  his,  as  previously  stated.  He  had  a  personal  acquaintance  with  most 
of  the  people  living  in  the  town  and  their  antecedents,  and  took  a  very  deep 
interest  in  the  town  history.  At  the  celebration  of  the  one  hundredth  anniver- 
sary in  18S2  of  the  organization  of  the  town,  he  delivered  a  very  full  and  able 
historical  address,  which  it  is  very  much  to  be  regretted  was  lost,  together  with 
his  collection  of  very  valuable  data  for  the  same,  all  of  which  were  destroyed  at 
the  burning  of  his  summer  residence  here,  not  long  after  that  celebration. 

Hon.  Channing  Cox  during  his  boyhood  was  much  in  Pittsfield  where  his 
mother  was  born  and  where  his  maternal  grandparents  resided  and  for  a  time 
his  parents.  In  later  years  he  has  been  a  lawyer  in  Boston  and  prominent  in 
Massachusetts  public  life.     At  present  (1921)   he  is  Governor  of  Massachusetts. 

Those  of  my  age  know  that  for  more  than  the  last  fifty  years,  the  Hon. 
Charles  Carpenter,  the  Hon.  Josiah  Carpenter  and  ladies  of  their  families, 
particularly  now  represented  by  Mrs.  Georgia  B.  Carpenter  and  Mrs.  E.  A.  Goss 
of  the  Pittsfield  National  Bank,  have  been  strong  financial  supporters  of  the 
town  through  its  banking  business. 

On  July  4th,  1917,  Mrs.  Georgia  B.  Carpenter,  wife  of  Hon.  Josiah  Car- 
penter and  her  brother,  Hon.  Nathaniel  Seavey  Drake,  of  Pittsfield  gave  to  the 
town  the  Drake  Athletic  Field  as  a  Memorial  to  their  father,  Col.  James  Drake, 
who  was  a  native  and  prominent  citizen  of  this  town  from  1805  until  1870,  and 
was  son  of  the  Lieut.  James  Drake,  who  early  settled  in  the  southerly  part  of 
the  town  near  where  the  Quaker  Meeting  House  now  stands  (when  a  part  of 
Chichester)   and  was  a  Veteran  of  the  Revolutionary  War. 

As  said  by  Mrs.  Carpenter  in  the  exercises  dedicating  the  Field,  after  having 
considered  many  ways  in  which  to  establish  a  useful  Memorial  for  their  father 
"at  length  my  brother  suggested  an  athletic  field.  That  appealed  to  me,  for  I 
know  that  nowadays  athletics  go  hand  in  hand  with  books  in  educational  lines 
and  the  future  outlook  for  continuance  is  good."  Also,  she  gave  this  good  ad- 
vice to  the  school  children  present  on  that  occasion,  saying,  "I  have  but  one  re- 
quest. I  want  you  to  take  pride  in  keeping  it  neat  and  tidy  so  that  when  I  bring 
my  friends  here  or  when  strangers  come  by,  they  may  have  a  good  word  to  say 
about  the  Pittsfield  girls  and  boys."  Any  visitors  who  have  not  seen  the  beauti- 
ful and  well  arranged  Drake  Athletic  Field  should  do  so  before  leaving  town. 

To  thoroughly  appreciate  the  quality  of  the  men  and  women  of  this  town 
fifty  or  sixty  years  ago  you  should  read  Robinson's  book  of  "The  Great  Rebel- 
lion" I  have  spoken  of  in  which  are  not  only  individual  records  of  the  boys  in 
the  Service  at  that  time  but  the  records  of  the  older  townspeople  and  its  noble 


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BENEFACTORS  OF   PITTSFIELD 
Col.    James    Drake     (1805-1870)  Mrs.    Hattie   Tuttle   Folsom 

(  1  oO  1-1  Wj  ) 

Hiram    A.    TutTLE    (1837-1911)  Mrs.   Hiram    A.   TVttlf.    (1841-1915) 

Mrs.    Josiah    Carpenter 

Josiah    Carpenter    (1829-1913)  Nathaniel    S.    Drake 

Governor  and  Mrs.  Tuttle  in  1910  grave  the  Hattie  Tuttle  ™~»*«mOTlal  School 
Building  in  memory  of  their  daughter;  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Josiah  Carpenter  in  1001  th 
Josiah  Carpenter  Library;  Mrs.  Josiah  Carpenter  and  Nathaniel  5.  Drake  in  1919  the 
Drakl    I?Metc~]ield    and    Park    in    memory    of    their    father,    Col.    James    Drake. 


502  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

women  who  backed  up  the  boys  at  the  Front  in  every  way  possible.  In  that 
book  I  see  the  pictures  of  many  whom  I  knew  by  sight  in  my  boyhood.  I  note 
that  Dr.  R.  P.  J.  Tennev  was  at  <  tie  time  a  member  of  the  Gmernor's  Council. 
Also  1  note  the  picture  of  Elder  Joseph  Harvey  and  the  fact  that  he  like  Uncle 
John  Berry  was  often  at  the  Front  to  aid  the  Boys.  1  knew  him  and  recall  his 
fervent  and  genial  exhortations  to  all  people  to  be  good  and  to  be  prepared  for 
the  Second  Coming  of  Christ  at  any  time.  He  passed  on  leaving  with  us  his 
son,  John,  who  inherited  his  public  spirit  and  appetite  so  that  John  is  relied  upon 
not  only  to  successfully  moderate  our  school  meetings,  but  to  know  how  to 
satisfy  the  appetites  of  all  the  people  upon  anniversaries  and  gala  occasions.  He 
is  an  expert  in  demonstrating  the  parable  of  the  loaves  and  fishes.  Others 
whom  ]  recall  as  prominent  in  the  town  within  my  memory  were  Reuben  L. 
French.  William  Henry  Berry,  who  later  became  associated  with  Hon.  John 
Cate  French  in  the  New  Hampshire  Fire  Insurance  Co..  in  Manchester;  Mr. 
George  F.  Berry  in  the  Pittsnekl  Savings  Bank;  B.  F.  Kaime.  and  Peabody  II. 
Adams  and  M.  H.  Xutter,  storekeepers;  Lewis  Bunker,  comforting  and  courteous 
as  an  undertaker,  but  bright  and  witty  as  a  story  teller.  Also.  1  recall  Everett 
Jenkins,  so  badly  crippled  by  the  War,  a  good  postmaster  tor  many  years,  but  we 
learned  that  it  was  not  advisable  to  ask  him  for  the  mail  in  bis  off  hours  when 
engaged  in  a  game  oi  checkers  with  Frank  Randall  or  other  experts  in  that  line. 
of  whom  there  were  quite  a  few  in    town. 

The  surviving  Veterans  of  the  Civil  War  are  G.  W.  Adams.  Wilson  Adams, 
Newell  Dow.  P.  S.  Elliot,  I.  M.  Gilman,  Enoch  Hill,  A.  K.  Jones.  Hiram  Locke, 
A.  E.  Rand,  D.  H.  Sackett  and  B.  M.  Tilton. 

Since  the  death  of  Governor  Tuttle  in  1911  Hon.  Sherburn  J.  Winslow 
has  been  the  leading  man  of  the  town  until  his  recent  passing  on.  Fifty  years  ago 
he  was  a  hard-working  farmer  on  Tilton  Hill.  Since  then  he  joined  with  Flon. 
Charles  Carpenter  and  Governor  Tuttle  in  timber  lands,  banking,  and  other  lines 
of  the  larger  business  relating  to  the  town,  and  was  a  president  or  director  of 
many  enterprises.  As  most  of  you  know,  he  was  the  able  President  of  this  Old 
Home  Week  Association  for  many  years  and  made  a  complete  and  notable  ad- 
dress in  1901  upon  distinguished  citizens  of  Pittsfield  then  deceased. 

In  the  preparation  of  this  address  I  have  been  struck  with  the  thought  that 
in  the  period  from  1727  to  the  present  date,  most  of  the  wonderful  events  in  the 
way  of  progress  in  this  country  have  occurred. 

In  1727  the  Quakers  in  Rhode  Island  were  the  first  to  agitate  the  abolition 
of  slavery,  in  which  State  many  slaves  were  then  owned.  In  1863  came  Lin- 
coln's Emancipation  Proclamation. 

The  use  of  steam,  electricity  and  gasolene  for  transportation  (even  through 
the  clouds  above  us),  the  driving  of  machinery,  and  in  the  arts  and  sciences; 
electricity  especial!)'  in  the  telegraph  and  telephone,  the  latter  being  one  of  the 
greatest  conveniences  in  the  history  of  the  World.  Prior  to  1840  the  use  of  coal 
in  New  Plampshire  was  not  much  known. 

In  referring  to  the  letter  of  Mr.  Fuller  relating  to  the  early  part  of  the 
last  century  I  spoke  of  the  general  use  of  rum  which  really  has  been  a  remark- 
able factor  underlying  the  wealth  of  this  country,  and  promoting  the  building 
of  its  shipping,  railroads  and  other  industries.  But.  during  the  service  of  El- 
der Ebenezer  Knowlton.  the  Freewill  Baptist  preacher  of  the  time,  one  Jonathan 
Eaton  who  had  reduced  himself  to  poverty  by  the  too  free  use  of  rum  and  hard 
cider,  reformed,  and  begged  to  be  allowed'  to  speak  briefly  after  the  Elder's  ser- 
mon.    In  his  speech  he  told  the  people  the  evils  of  intemperance.     Elder  Knowl- 


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ton  became  impressed  with  what  Eaton  said  and  preached  upon  the  subject  him- 
self, but  became  so  unpopular  that  he  left  town  in  1828  and  went  to  farming  in 
Maine.  Now  just  think  of  it,  that  within  about  one  hundred  years  from  that 
time  by  an  Act  of  Congress,  in  force  since  July  1,  1917,  as  a  War  measure,  the 
abolition  of  the  use  of  alcoholic  liquors  as  a  beverage  is  sought  to  be  enforced  as 
was  the  prohibition  against  slaver}-.  I  believe  that  while  the  use  of  alcohol 
in  the  Arts  and  Sciences,  and,  to  ?  limited  extent,  as  a  medicine  may  be  allowed, 
yei  the  general  prohibition  of  it  a^  a  beverage  in  this  country  will  go  far  towards 
reducing  our  enormous  National  Debt,  relieve  our  prisons,  hospitals,  asylums 
and  poor  houses  and  improve  the  breeding  of  generations  to  come. 

Now  we  come  to  Pittsfield  as  it  is  in  1921.  Its  census  for  1920  shows  a 
population  of  1914,  about  300  less  than  in  1910,  and  not  quite  twice  what  it  was  in 
1810,  with  its  principal  industries  represented  by  the  cotton,  shoe  and  box 
factories,  the  Globe  Manufacturing  Co..  its  saw-mill  in  the  village,  its  farming, 
milk  and  poultry  business  and  fruit  culture,  and  a  growing  automobile  business 
as  its  principal  industries. 

It  lias  the  Pittsfield  National  and  Savings  Bank,  and  Farmers'  Savings 
Bank.  It  has  several  district  schools,  not  attended  by  as  many  children  as  for- 
merly, because  the  custom  of  having  large  families  has  passed  away.  It  has 
a  good  grammar  and  high   school   in  the  village. 

Speaking  of  schools,  1  forgot  to  mention  something  I  lately  read  in  that  good 
old  family  newspaper,  the  Boston  Evening  Transcript,  as  an  excuse  sent  to  a 
teacher  in  a  district  school,  which,  in  ancient  times,  might  have  occurred  in  this 
town.  It  read: — '"Dear  Teacher.  Please  excuse  Jennie  for  being  absent  yester- 
day. 1  had  twins.  It  sha'n't  occur  again." 

It  has  a  Congregational,  Baptist,  Episcopal.  Advent,  and  a  Roman  Catholic 
Church,  presided  over  by  able  ministers  and  priests.  Its  societies  and  fraternal 
organizations  are  Corinthian  Lodge  of  Ancient,  Free  and  Accepted  Masons; 
the  Eastern  Star  for  Masonic  Sisters;  Suncook  Lodge  and  Passaconaway.  En- 
campment for  Odd  Fellows;  Beulah  Rebecca  Lodge  of  the  same  Order,  but  I 
dare  not  say  for  Odd  Girls;  Norris  Ix>dge  of  the  Knights  of  Pythias  and  a 
Lodge  for  Pythian  Sisters;  Wachenoit  Tribe  of  the  Independent  Order  of  Red 
Men  (possibly  sucessors  to  the  original  Pennacooks  who  struggled  to  maintain 
their  possession  of  this  territory  until  about  1763)  ;  the  Daughters  of  Pocahontas, 
who  perhaps  stand  in  the  relation  of  squaws  to  said  Red  Men;  also  Sons  and 
Daughters  of  Liberty;  Willard  K.  Cobb  Post  of  the  Grand  Army  of  the  Republic 
with  its  few  survivors,  and  Sons  of  Veterans  to  support  them;  the  Woman's 
Relief  Corps;  the  surviving  members  of  Pittsfield  Sons  in  the  World  War  from 
1917  to  1919  as  borne  upon  the  Honor  Roll  on  a  tablet  well  placed  in  the 
Public  Library!  Catamount  Grange  and  the  Society  of  St.  Jean  Baptiste  of  A. 
C.  A. 

It  has  Messrs.  Joseph  C.  Adams  and  William  B.  Ely  as  its  representatives 
to  the  Legislature;  and  Mayland  P.  Foss,  John  H.  Jenness  and  Richard  B. 
Bartlett  its  Selectmen,  and  Carroll  M.  Paige  as  its  Town  Clerk  and  a  goodly 
number  of  physicians,  and  two  lawyers  who  regret  there  is  no  more  business  for 
them.  Also  a  goodly  number  of  storekeepers,  men  in  the  mechanical  trades, 
and  landlord  Avery  at  John  Cram's  tavern  wdio  serve  the  people  well.  It  has 
insurance  agents,  and  last,  but  not  least,  a  genial  auctioneer  who  has  the 
reputation  of  being  able  to  sell  evervthing  and  evervbodv  to  the  satisfaction 
of    all. 

Now,   with  the  admonition   of   Prof.   Sanborn   in  mind,   that   "Great   things 


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cannot  come  by  small  effort."  it  is  for  all  the  people  of  this  town  to  improve  them- 
selves by  study,  industry  and  united  effort,  harmonizing  differences  of  opinion  by 
frequently  meeting  together  and  understanding  each  other,  to  work  hard,  play 
some,  and  co-operate  to  increase  the  facilities  of  the  town  to  make  it  a  good 
place    to   live    in. 

Brief  closing  remark?  were  made  by  Professor  Whithead  of  Boston  Uni- 
versity. He  spoke  on  the  value  and  necessity  of  loyalty  and  co-operation  as 
public  assets  and  essential  to  hold  what  had  been  already  gained  in  the  century 
and  a  half  of  Pittsfield  and  to  safeguard  its  future  progress. 

Old  Home  Day  Sports. 

The  sports  of  the  day  were  held  on  Drake  Field  immediately  after  the 
literary  exercises.  The  Field  might  be  called  an  athletic  field  and  park  for  it 
has  features  of  both  and  is  one  of  the  finest  and  most  spacious  areas  of  the  kind 
to  be  found  in  any  American  town  of  Pittsfield's  class.  It  was  presented  to  the 
town  by  Mrs.  Georgia  B.  Carpenter  of  Manchester  and  N.  S.  Drake,  of  Pitts- 
field  in  memory  of  their  father,  Col.  James  Drake. 

The  sports  and  games  were  as  follows : 

Tennis  match.  Messrs.  McLane,  Straw  and  Nelson  of  Manchester  and  Con- 
nor of  Pittsfield;  baseball  game  between  Concord  and  Pittsfield,  which  was  won 
by  Concord;  wood  sawing.  Emma  Thompson,  first;  Emma  Adams,  second;  nail 
driving  contest,  Bertha  Emerson,  first;  Rachel  Nutter,  second;  potato  race.  Beatrice 
Stocks,  first;  Ethel  Hillsgrove,  second;  rope  skipping,  Mildred  Hillsgrove,  first; 
Thelma  Geis,  second;  slow  bicycle  race,  Thelma  Johnson,  first;  Beatrice  Stocks, 
second ;  doughnut  race.  Nelson  Bishop,  first ;  Ernest  Bishop,  second ;  100  yard 
dash,  boys  under  10,  William  Ely.  Jr.,  first;  Robert  Clough.  second;  100  yard 
dash,  boys  under  16,  Joseph  Cloutier,  first;  Arthur  Barton,  second;  100  yard  dash, 
men,  James  Thompson,  first;  Howard  Davis,  second;  greased  pig,  William  Come. 
As  the  firemen  did  not  appear  when  called  to  pull,  the  tug  of  war  was  awarded 
to  the  American  Legion. 

Band  Concert. 

The  day's  festivities  ended  with  a  concert  by  the  American  Band  of  Pitts- 
field in  Academy  Park,  which  was  highly  enjoyed  by  a  large  audience  from 
Pittsfield  and  nearby  towns. 

F.  S.  Jenkins,  chairman  of  the  Invitation  Committee  received  letters  of  re- 
gret from  E.  W.  Richer,  Ocean  Park,  Me.;  Dr.  Carr  and  family.  Washington, 
D.  C. ;  Mrs.  G.  E.  Lovejoy,  Lawrence,  Mass.;  Harry  F.  Lake,  Concord,  N.  H.; 
Laura  W.  Perkins,  Milwaukee.  Wis.  Various  lists  of  visitors  and  other  items 
are  given  in  the  Pittsfield  local  paper,  The  Valley  Times  of  August  19  and  26, 
1921. 

We  quote  part  of  letter  from  Charles  C.  Thompson,  Pasadena,  California: 
"My  wife  and  I  were  in  Pittsfield  on  July  15  and  called  at  the  Peaslees'  who 
live  a  short  distance  south  of  the  old  Friends'  church  where  my  father  preached 
many  a  sermon,  and  where  he  was  a  constant  attendant  at  that  old  meeting  house 

twice  a  week,  hauling  his  family  up  and  down  those  old  hills We  went 

up  to  the  old  graveyard  on  top  of  what  is  called  Catamount,  or  what  used  so  to 
be  called.  1  have  a  grandfather  and  a  sister  buried  there  which  makes  the  place 
seem  dear  to  me.  Your  city  is  one  of  the  prettiest  places  we  have  seen  in  our 
travels.  Although  a  boy  when  we  left  there  I  remember  quite  well  the  names  of 
many  of  the  older  ones  such  as  the  Drakes  and  Berrys  who  are  laid  away  in  that 
old  family  ground.  I  wish  we  could  have  thought  about  the  Old  Home  Week. 
I  think  we  could  have  arranged  so  as  to  have  been  there." 


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List  of  Subscribers.  Old  Home  Day,  1921. 

Town  of  Pittsfield  ($300),  Adams  Bros..  Adonis  Garage  Co.  Inc..  A.  D. 
Avery.  R.  B.  Bartlett,  Berry  and  Harriman,  A.  H.  Bickfprd,  Buffum  and  Jack- 
son. Everett  Clark.  G.  H.  Colbath.  J.  A.  Cochrane.  Elizabeth  Calef,  X.  S.  Drake. 
John  A.  Dow,  Fedore  Danis.  J.  H.'Danis,  X.  Durell,  W.  H.  Eaton.  G.  D.  Emer- 
son. Luther  Emerson.  \Y.  R.  Emerson.  Farmers'  Exchange.  H.  B.  Fischer.  C.  F. 
!I.  Freese.  F.  French.  H.  M.  French.  F.  E.  Geiger,  Globe  Mfg.  Co..  L.  D.  Gil- 
more.  Green  and  Purtell,  D.  S.  Green.  F.  P.  Green.  Griffin  and  Dustin,  G.  L. 
Hall.  Roscoe  Hill.  E.  E.  Howard.  F.  S.  lenkins.  1.  H.  fenness.  E.  A.  Lane. 
Lord  and  Jov,  D.  A.  Eougee.  IE  P.  Maxfield.  J.  C.  McOuesten.  Leon  Merrill. 
IE  E.  Montgomery.  True  Osgood.  C.  M.  Paige*  J.  H.  Perkins,  Pittsfield  Mills. 
JT.  S.  Rand.  C.  P.  Rovegno,  A.  W.  Sanders.  E.  P.  Sanderson.  F.  IE  Sargent,  P. 
W.  Sherburne,  A.  E.  Sproul,  J.  W.  Stone.  H.  A.  Turtle  Co.,  E.  A.  Welch.  H. 
P.  Woodman,  C.  Y.  Young.  The  personal  subscriptions  ranged  from  one  to 
one  hundred  dollars.  The  total  amount  subscribed  (including  the  town  appro- 
priation of  $300)  was  $1,176. 

Special  acknowledgement  is  given  to  Henry  W.  Osgood  who  furnished  free 
most  of  the  photographs  used  in  preparing  this  report,  to  C.  X.  P>atchelder  who 
aEo  furnished  photographs  free  and  to  G.  F.  Mitchell,  Editor  of  The  Valley 
Times,  who  gave  much  space  in  his  paper  in  publicity  work  for  the  celebration. 

The  service  of  man}-  others  who  in  various  ways  contributed  to  the  success 
of   the  celebration   is  also   recorded    with  appreciation. 

Heads  or  Families  in  Pittsfield  Per  Lt.  S.  Census  1790, 
Rockingham    County,    Pittsfield,    Xew    Hampshire. 

Rachclder,    Jacob 

Barton,    Josiah 

Bean,    Nathaniel 

Berry,   Joshua 

Berry,    Thomas 

Berry,    William 

Berry,   William,   Jr. 

Bickford,    Thomas 

Blair,    Ebenezer 

Blake,   Enoch 

Blake,  John 

Blake,    Stephen 

Blake,    Thomas 

Brown,   Abraham 

Brown,   Abraham,   Jr. 

Brown,    James 

Brown.    John 

Brown,   John,   Jr. 

Brown,    Jonathan 

Brown,    Moses 

Brown,   Samuel 

Bunker,   Dodifer 

Bunker,    Francis 

Chase,    Jonathan 

Chase,    Nathaniel 

Chase,   Solomon 

Chase,    William 

Clifford,    Ithiei 

Cram,    James 

Cram,    John,   Esq. 

Cram,   Jonathan 

Cram,    Reuben  / 


Cram, 

Smith 

Cram, 

Wadleigh 

Dicker 

,-.    Robert 

Dier, 

Samuel 

Dow, 

Jeremiah 

Dow, 

Jessie 

Dow, 

John 

Dow. 

Jonathan 

Dow, 

Phineas 

Drake 

,   James 

Drake 

,    Simeon 

Drake 

,   Wd. 

Durgii 

~t,    Eliphalet 

Durgii 

i,    Richard 

Durgin,   William 

Elkins 

,   Richard 

Fight, 

James 

Fogg. 

Chase 

Fogg. 

Jonathan 

Fogg, 

Jonathan,    Jr. 

Fogg, 

Joseph 

Fogg, 

Jos'ah 

Fogg, 

Samuel 

Garland,    James 

Garland.  Jeremiah 

Garland,    Jonathan 

Gordon,    William 

Goss, 

Joseph 

Green 

,    Abraham 

Green 

,m  Asael 

Gre'en 

,'  Bradbury 

Green 

,  Jonathan 

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Hanson,    Solomon 
Haskell.   Job 
Hearn.    James 
Hilyard,   Timothy 

Hoag,    tsaac 

H  lickings,    Isaac 

James.    Jabez 

Jenness,    John 

Jones,  Jacob 

Jones,    Join: 

Jones,    John.    Jr. 

Jonson,  Thomas 

Kenney,    John 

Kenney,    John,    Jr. 

Kenney,    Jonathan 

Kerby,  John 

King,    Osgood 

King,   Samuel 

Knowlton,    David 

Lamprey,    Benj. 
Libbee,    Isaac. 
Levet,    Brackett 
Levet,    Ruben    T. 
Mason,    Benj. 
Marston,   Eliphalet 
Marston,  James 
Marstin,   Joseph 
Marten,    Dan 
Morgen,    Nathaniel 
Morrill,    Abither 
Morrill.    Malcijah 
Muncy,    William 
Norn's,    Joseph 
Norris,    Moses 
Nudd,    Benj. 
Nudd,    William 
Page,   Rev.    Christopher 
Paige,    Nathaniel 
Peasley,   Elijah 
Perry,    Samuel 


Philbrick.    Jonathan 
Philbrick.    Samuel 
Potter,    Samuel 
Prescott,   Ebcnezer 
Prescott,    Samuel 

Purington,    James 

Perkins,  Jonathan 

Sanborn,    David 

Saudborn,    Edmund 

Sandborn.    Timothy 

Sargent,    Edward 

Sargent,   John 

Sargent,    widow    of    Hezikiah 

Seavev,    Isaac- 
Shaw,   Caleb 

Shepard,    Joseph 

Sias,    Benj. 

Sias,   Benj.,  Jr. 

Sterns,   John 

Swett,    Thomas    R. 

Tibbitts,    Robert 

Tibbits,    Samuel 
Tilton,    Benj. 
Tilton,   John 
Towle,   Jonathan 
True,  John 
Tucker,   Jabez 
Tucker,   widow 
Walton,   Shadrick 
Watson,    William 
White,  Josiah 
White,    Nathan 
Wills,    Nathaniel 
Wills,   Paul 
Yea  ton,   Daniel 
Yeaton,    Eliphalet 
Yeaton,  John 
Yeaton,  Jonathan 
Yeaton,   Joseph 


Adams,   John    V. 
Adams,    Paul 
Adams.    William   A. 
Bachelder,    Clifton   R. 
Barton,    Clarence    L. 
Bates,    Kenneth   C. 
Blackstone,   Earl 
Bouchard.    Dozilva 
Brandt,    Carl    G. 
Brock,   Charles   H. 
Brock,    Scott    W. 
Brown,    Sidnev    H. 
Buffum,    Frank   H. 
Carr,  Burt  W. 
Carr,    Raymond    L. 
Caswell,    Burton   J. 
Cheney,    Clifford   A. 
Clark,    John    S. 
Cote,  Alfred 
*Cram,    Earl   W. 


Names  ox  the  Memorial  Tablet 
1917     Hoxor  Roll     1919 

Creasey,    Norman 
Crocker,  John    M. 
Cronin,   Edward   A. 
Cummings,   Mack 
Cutler,    Lew    S. 
Cutler,   Scott  A. 

*Danis,    Alpha    J. 
Desgranges.   Joseph   L 
Dion,    Nazaire 
Doughty,    Sidnev    C. 
Drake,   James    Frank 
Drollet,    Orgenorc 
Drollet,    Osee    J. 
Drollet,    Rosario   V. 
Dubuc,    Philias    N. 
Ducette,   Alex    E. 

♦Depths,    Ezra 
Emerson,    Fred    E. 
Emerson,    Richard    C. 
Emerson,  Warren  E. 


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Fcuerstein,    Abraham 
Fobom,    I  (train    Tuttle 
Freese,    George    E. 
French,  Scott 
Garland,    Richard    R. 
Genest,    William   J. 
Girouard,   Louis   H. 
Glines,    Charles     E. 
Goodwin.    Cyrus.   Jr. 
Goodwin     Leslie    R. 
Hall,    Edmund 
Hall.    Everett   A. 
Hast,    Augustus    T. 
Heinis,    Alfred 
Hevwood.  W.  Harold 
Hill,    Carrol!    E. 
Hodgdon.    Charles    E. 
Houle.    Edmund 
Jackson,    David    F. 
Joy.   George   E. 
Joy,    Harvey    W. 
Late,    Emaile 
Leduc,  John   M. 
Mitchell,    Ralph    G. 
Nutter,    Franklin.    H. 
Oshier,   William    E. 
Page,    Albert    E. 
Pellissier,  Adelard  R. 

•Died  in  Service 


^Peterson,    William   A. 

Philbrick,    George   II. 

Picard,   Albe 

Potter.    Waido   B. 

Prescott,     Frank     W. 

Raymond,    Charles    T. 

Roil.    Fred   J. 

Robbins,    Ivan    C. 

Sargent,  Arthur  F. 
"Sargent,  Ralph  L. 
*Scolt,   Joseph    Freeman 

Scott.     Robert    C. 
■"Sleeper,    Fred    W. 

Smith,   Clifton   A. 

Smith,    Roland    A. 
►Smith,  W.  E. 

Smith,   Ernest   M. 

Steele.   Ralph    E. 

Tasker,    William   M. 

Towle,     Edward     L. 

Vien,   William    L. 

Weeks,    Chester    R. 

Weldon,    Everett    D. 

Weldon.    Russell    F. 

\\  'heeler,   Vernon    E. 

Yeaton,    Conrad    D. 

Yeaton,    Ivan    A. 

Yorke,   Arthur    E. 


Editorial  Note:  The  Editorial  Committee  includes  in  the  Record  the  addresses 
made  at  the  150th  year  celebration  of  the  settlement  of  what  is  now  known  as  the 
Town  of  Pittsfield.  The  addresses  are  printed  in  full  or  briefly  reported  and  a  complete 
account  of  the  celebration  is  given.  The  illustrations  show  something  of  the  scenic 
beauty  of  the  town  from  high  and  moderate  elevations  and  from  the  valley.  Views 
of  buildings,  groups  of  persons  and  part  views  of  the  parade  are  also  given.  A  sketch 
of  Pittsfield  may  also  be  found  in  The  Granite  Monthly  of  September,  1907,  and  a  record 
of  Old  Home  Day  of  1919,  when  a  memorial  tablet  in  honor  of  Pittsfield  soldiers  in 
the  World  War,  was  placed  in  the  public  library,  is  printed  in  the  issue  of  November, 
1919,  both  illustrated.  While  the  vaiue  of  local  records  and  history  may  sometimes 
be  over-estimated,  they  are  important  as  showing  the  social,  industrial,  educational, 
political  and  religious  life  of  a  governmental  unit,  the  New  England  Town,  which  is 
probably  as  near  a  democracy  as  exists  at  the  present  time. 


G.    F.    Mitchell,    W.    Scott,    Editorial    Committee. 


SOS  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

THE  CHURCH  WITHOUT  WALLS 

By  Warren  T.  Billings 

So.  Parson,  'tis  to  your  own  church  that  you  would  have  me 
go; 

And  that  I  might  is  true,  perhaps,  did  I  none  other  know. 

But  have  you  never  thought,  my  friend,  of  God's  great 
chosen  place, 

Where  Nature  shows  His  wondrous  plan  and  proves  His 
boundless  grace  ? 

I   need  no  sweetly  tolling  bells  to  tell  of  worship  hour, 

Nor  thund'ring  voice,  nor  gentle  plea,  to  demonstrate  His 
power. 

I  climb  the  verdant  hill  at  dawn,  as  sun  aflames  the  peak, 

While  sky  and  clouds  and  lake  and  air  God's  kindly  mes- 
sage speak. 

Then  joyous  choirs  on   every  hand 

Of  flute-voiced  birds  and  murm'ring  trees, 
As  though  God's  chorister  had  planned 

A  host  of  penitential  pleas, 
With  music  that  my  heart  inspires 

And  which  to  fealty  appeal, 
Arouse  within  me  holy  fires 

When    Nature's  greeting   they   reveal. 

No  sermon  do  I  need,  my  friend,  to  learn  of  mercy  wide, 
When  gleaming  waters  sing  to  me  of  Faith  that's  glorified. 
And    glimmering    lights    on    rugged    mounts     depict     Hope 

un  denied. 
While  granite  peaks   fling  to   the   clouds   a   strength   that's 

deified. 

The  invocation  you  may  hear 

In  rippling  of  the  restless  streams. 
And  peace  divine  seems  gathering  near. 

As  thought  is  bound  in  holy  dreams. 
The  scripture  lesion  needs  no  tongue — 

'Tis  here   in  place  on   every  side. 
Its  warnings  are  by  Nature  sung ; 

Its  truths,  we  know,  must  here  abide. 

You  preach  of  justice  in  your  church,  of  justice  to  mankind, 
And  tell  us  that  to  ways  of  life  we  needs  must  be  resigned; 
But  in  my  church  we  gaze  beyond  the  narrow  views  of  man 
To  take  our  place  with  gratitude  in  following  His  plan. 

I've  watched  a  hawk  .swoop  on  a  nest. 

Like  flashing  from  a  thunder  cloud. 
To  tear  the  young  from  mother's  breast. 

I've  known  love's  mantle  made  a  shroud 


NEW  HAMPSHIRE  POETRY  509 

And   seen  want  stalk    from  rascals'  greed 

When  they  upon  the  orphanned  preyed. 
How,  then,  I   would    for  vengeance  plead! 

Yet,  Me  is  judge;  I'm  not  dismayed. 

Eternity?  Look   tar  upon  where  mountains  have  survived; 
And  would  you  say  that  men  now  know  what   Nature  has 

contrived. ; 
That  words  may  tell  of  time  or  growth  or  the  vast  realm 

of  space 
Wherein  the  weakling  planet,   earth,   has      found  a  roving 

place  ? 

For  me.  I  only  want  to  know. 

In   countless   ages  yet  before, 
That  where  she  is   I'm  sure  to  go, 

To  join  her  on  a   heav'nly   shore. 
Perhaps  she's  found  the  bairn  again 

And   in  her  arms   'twill   resting  be — 
The  glorious  throne  where  babes  e'er  reign. 

Ah,  that's  eternity  for  me  ! 

Across  the  vale,  when  twilight  comes,  the  benediction  falls. 
As  patient  kine,  on  home  intent,  sound  forth  their  evening 

calls. 
His  peace  descends,  His  grace  o'er-shrouds,  His  boundless 

mercy  holds. 
And  through  the  earth,  in  every  clime,  His  wondrous  love 

enfolds. 


CONSTANTINOPLE 

Dedicated  to  the  Russian  Refugees 

By  Erzvin  F.  Kecnc 

Sink  of  the  tragic  wrack  of  doom  new-born, 

Where  sorrow's  many  streams  make  one  vast  drain: 

In  thy   foul  streets  the  starving  pray  in  vain— 

And. corpses  rod  along  the  Golden   Horn. 

Fierce  famine  takes  her  toll ;  in  lusty  scorn 

Fierce  famine,  dread  disease,  ride  rein  to  rein. 

And  all  the  old.  blind  gods  know  not  man's  pain 

Though  men  are  crushed,  and  mothers'  hearts  are  torn. 

To  feed  their  babes,  perchance  to  shroud  their  dead — 

Those  gentle  women  of  a  better  day. 

White-faced   and   sad — they   dance    for   crusts   of   bread, 

A   few  piastres  all  their  meager  pay. 

And   we — shall  help  them,   through   our  blinding  tears, 

Or,  like  the  gods  of  old,  stop  eyes  and  ears? 


510  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

NOVEMBER  IN  NEW  ENGLAND 

By  Christine  Turner  Curtis 

In  November 

New  England  wears  a  sombre  coat 

Gray-woven  of  the  mists  that  float 
Across  the  fields  and  through  the  trees 
Winding  along  the  breeze. 

And  sometimes  flecked  with  cinnamon 
Where  the  infrequent  sun  — 
Dull  as  an  ancient  coin  of  brass 
Quivers  across  the    faded   grass. 

The  sober  colors  blend 

Into  a  gentle  blur  of  dun  and  buff. 

But  red-rose  hips  and  milkweed  fluff 

And  gold  witchhazel  tend 

Their  wayside  lanterns,  like  a   frieze 

Against  the  wash  of  trees. 

The  fields  and  rounding  hills 
Lie  pensive  and  subdued — 
The  pastures  seem  to  brood. 
And  the  pale  marsh  distills 
From  its  low  reaches  bare, 
A   wist  fulness   throughout   the  air. 

But  when  the  slow  sun  wends 

Its  gold,   smoke-en  swirled 

A  down  the  blue-rimmed  world, 

And  daylight  ends — 

Then  comes  the  change 

Divinely    beautiful ;— orchard    and    grange 

And  field  and  wooded  gloom 

Light  up  and  bloom 

With  such  a  rich  rose  glow. 

So  all  the  stems  and  branches  show 

Pricked  out  against  the  melon  sky 

Delicately, — 

Each  bush  and  tree 

Clear  cut,  with  little  rounds  and  spaces 

Filled  up  with  pink  or  glassy  green, 

The  curling  twigs  between 

Distinct  and  fine 

Across  the  western  shine. 

And  here  in  places 

The  elm  trees,  curving  high, 

Lean  over  the  horizon  rim 

Like  lilies,  graceful-stemmed  and  slim. 


NEW  HAMPSHIRE  POETRY 


511 


But  soon  the  bright  shell  of  the  moon 

Hangs  from  a  pinetree  bough. 

And   fading  now 

The  colors  faint  and  swoon 

Out  of  the  winter  sky, 

Shiver   and   die. 

A  solitude 

Creeps  on  the   meadow,   under   misted   stars, 

In  thoughtful  mood 

I  linger  by  the  pasture  bars. 

And  as  I  muse  it  seems  to  me 

November  clothes    New   England   fittingly, 

Revealing   in   some   subtle  way 

That  inner  spirit  ray 

That  rules  her  da  v. 


For  she  has  never  courted  grace 

Nor  glamour,   nor   the   sheen  of   things, 

But  led  by  higher  glimmerings 

Has  set  her  face 

Toward   lofty   summits,   chaste   and   clear 

And  scorning   fear 

She  does  not  swerve. 

But  like  a  winter  lighted  tree 

Her  every  line  and  curve 

Keeps  a  divine  austerity. 

Hers  is  a  simple  creed  and  plain, 

Net  turned  aside  for  gain, 

Nor  pomp  nor  sensuous  delights ; 

She  seeks  the  heights, 

Where  in  the  pure  expanse  of  sky 

Great  thoughts  can  ply. 


BOOKS  OF  NEW  HAMPSHIRE  INTEREST 


Mr.  Brookes  More,  whose  name  is 
familiar  to  readers  of  the  Granite 
Monthly  through  the  very  successful 
poetry  contest  which  he  has  so  gen- 
erously promoted,  is  himself  a  poet, 
and  has  published  through  the  Corn- 
hill  Company,  Boston,  this  autumn, 
a  new  book  of  verse.  "The  Beggar's 
Vision,"  illustrated  with  nine  photo- 
gravures and  handsomely  printed. 
The  importance  of  the  volume  is  al- 
together out  of  proportion  to  its  61 
pages,  as  may  he  judged  from  the 
fact  that  the  eminent  critic,  Mr. 
William  Stanley  Braithwaite,  con- 
tributes a  six  page  introduction,  "The 
Mystic  Seven,"  which  should  be  read 
with  care  in  order  to  get  the  full 
meaning  and  intent  of  the  poems 
which  follow.  As  Mr.  Braithwaite 
says,  Mr.  ?dore's  conception  of  the 
poet's  function  is  the  same  as  that  of 
those  mighty  bards  of  old  who  were 
the  teachers  and  the  counsellors  of 
mankind  and  not  mere  weavers  of 
bizarre  and  decorative  fancies.  His 
main  theme  is  the  unity  of  life,  love 
and  religion,  and  the  poems  are  sure, 
in  the  words  of   Mr.   Braithwaite,  to 


be  "discussed  for  their  thought  anil 
substance  and  equally  enjoyed  and 
admired  for  a  rich  and  varied  poetic 
expression." 


"King  of  Kearsarge,"  is  a  lively 
novel,  with  a  New  Hampshire  set- 
ting, on  the  fall  list  of  the  Penn  Pub- 
lishing Company,  Philadelphia.  Its 
author,  Arthur  O.  Friel,  a  former 
resident  of  Manchester,  is  well 
acquainted  with  our  majestic  Mer- 
rimack county  mountain  and  he 
has  skilfully  adapted  its  natural 
characteristics  to  the  purposes  of  an 
excellent  adventure  story.  The  scene 
shifts  rapidly  from  New  Hampshire 
to  Xew  York  City  and  back  again, 
but  most  of  the  action  is  on  the 
mountain  side,  where  the  hero  and 
heroine  combat  the  forces  of  nature 
and  of  human  evil  with  stirring  suc- 
cess. Mr.  Friel  tells  a  tale  that  holds 
the  attention,  and  at  the  same  time  his 
character  drawing  is  excellent  and 
true  to  life,  as  Granite  Monthly 
readers  who  peruse  his  book  will  testi- 
fy. 


TO  A  CYNIC 

By  Louise  Patter son-Guy >ol 

I  used  to  be  a  scoffer,  too ! 

I  said  that  God  could  never  be — 
There  was  no  place  for  Him,  said  I ! 
Plow  could  He  sit  upon  the  sky 
When  skw  did  not  exist,  its  blue 
A  dream,  an  unreality? 

There  was  no  room  for  heaven,  said  I  ! 
There  only  was  a  space  of  air 
All  fdled  with  whirling  worlds  of  stars. 
And  Science  with  a  scornful  eye 
Barred  heaven  away  with  iron  bars, 
And  set  up  Logic  reigning  there. 

But  skeptic  now  no  more  am  I ! 
God  has  a  place,  a  house,  a  throne. 
Small  as  a  heart,  but  kingdom-high, 
A  little  heaven  of  His  own — 
A  haven  built  by  love — for  who 

Could  doubt  a  God  and  still  love  you? 


EDITORIALS 


Any  person  with  pessimistic  views 
rvs  to  the  present  or  future  of  the 
state  of  New  Hampshire  should  have 
been  in  Concord  on  Octoher  21  and 
22  in  attendance  upon  the  68th  an- 
il lal  convention  of  the  State  Teach- 
ers' Association.  More  than  2,000 
school  teachers  and  superintendents 
showed  their  interest  in  their  work 
and  their  desire  for  co-opt  ration  and 
advancement  by  corning  from  the 
farthest  corners  of  New  Hampshire 
to  attend  these  two  days'  meetings  in 
the  state  capital.  It  was  a  fine  look- 
ing body  of  men  and  women,  enjoy- 
ing banquets  and  diversions  as  side 
issues,  but  evident]}-  intent  upon  the 
main  business  of  the  gathering.  A 
splendid  program  had  been  arranged 
and  was  carried  out  in  full,  and  every 
person  in  attendance  must  have  felt 
well  repaid  for  the  effort  necessary  to 
he  present.  To  an  outsider  the  meet- 
ings gave  an  impression  that  the 
schools  of  Xew  Hampshire  are  in 
good  hands,  from  the  state  board  of 
education  to  the  kindergarten  teach- 
ers, and  that  their  administration  is 
characterized  today  by  a  fine  spirit 
of    loyalty    and    unity,    animating    the 


whole  educational  body.  And  as  we 
said  in  the  beginning,  pessimism 
passes  as  the  right  kind  of  education 
advances. 


"Really,  all  Xew  Hampshire  citi- 
zens ought  to  become  subscribers  for 
the  Granite  Monthly,"  writes  Judge 
A.  R.  Evans  of  Gorham,  in  a  note 
accompanying  his  payment  for  a 
year  in  advance.  My,  but  we  do 
wish  the  Judge  had  the  power  to  en- 
force his  verdict  ! 


The  Xew  Hampshire  Memorial 
Hospital  for  Women  and  Children,  a 
Concord  institution  which  is  the  only 
one  of  its  kind  in  the  state  and  there- 
fore has  a  wide  scope  of  usefulness, 
has  been  conducting  a  campaign  for 
a  fund  of  $100,000  to  be  used  in 
making  very  greatly  needed  exten- 
sions to  its  plant.  The  "drive"  will  be 
over  when  this  appears  in  print,  but 
gifts  from  any  who  read  these  lines 
will  be  appreciated  whenever  receiv- 
ed and  will  do  as  much  good  as  any 
expenditure  of  money  of  which  the 
writer  can  conceive. 


TO  MY  QUAKER  GREAT-GRANDMOTHER 

By  K.  C.  Bold  erst  on. 

O  cool  gray  Quaker  ancestress  of  mine, 
Sitting  serenely  there,  one  of  a  line 
Of  sires  all  gray  and  passionless  and  good. 
How  did  you  still  the  music  in  your  blood? 

And  that  chaste  manner — could  you  doff  and  don  it 
With  your  gray  gown  and  rigid  Quaker  bonnet, 
Or  was  there  locked  within  your  heart  a  flutter 
Of  beating  words  which  you  could  never  utter? 

And  did  you  dream  that  sometime  I  should  come, 

With  eager  heart  and- pulses  all  a-hum 

To  snatch  at  life,  and  rind  that  I  was  bound 

By  the  strong,  patient  bonds  that  you  had  wound? 

Loose  me,  I  beg  you,  from  my  dumb  distress, 
Serene,  gray,  ghostly  Quaker  ancestress. 


NEW  HAMPSHIRE  NECROLOGY 


DR.    GEORGE    H.    SALTMARSH 

Dr.  George  H.  Saltmarsh  was  born  in 
Gilford,  March  3,  1859,  the  son  of 
Thomas  and  Lillie  (Gilman)  Saltmarsh, 
and    died      September    28,    at      Lakeport, 

where  he  .  had  practiced  medicine  since 
18S4.  He  \.as  educated  at  the  New 
Hampton  Literary  Institution  and  at 
the  Dartmouth  Medical  College  where 
he  received  his  degree  of  M.  D.  in  1883. 
He  had  been  president  of  the  Laconia 
hospital  and  of  the  county  and  state 
medical  societies  and  had  written  for  the 
medical   press.     A    Republican   in    politics 


and  inherited  his  fathers  interesl  in 
journalism,  politics  and  outdoor  sporl 
He  was  educated  at  Phillips  Exetet 
Academy  and  Dartmouth  college,  a-"! 
upon  completing  his  studies  at  once 
joined  the  star!  of  his  father's  paper, 
the  Manchester  Mirror.  With  this  busi 
ness  in  its  various  departments  he  was 
connected  almost  all  his  life.  An  active 
Republican  in  politics  he  served  in  the 
city  government  and  legislature  and  was 
state  printer,  1397-1901.  He  wa3 
colonel  on  the  staff  of  Governor  Hiram 
A.  Tuttle  and  was  for  a  time  adjutant 
of  the  First  Regiment,  New  Hampshire 
National  Guard.  He  was  a  member  of 
various  press  clubs  and  associations,  of 
the  Algonquin  Club,  Boston,  and  the 
Calumet  Club,  Manchester,  and  of  the 
Grange.     He  is  survived  by  his  widow. 


I  I   -.. 


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The  Late  Dr.  George  H.  Saltmarsh 

he  had  served  in  both  branches  of  the 
Legislature  and  was  twice  elected  mayor 
of  Laconia.  He  was  a  Mason,  Odd 
Fellow  and  Knights  of  Pythias  2nd  pos- 
sessed a  wide  circle  of  friends.  He  is 
survived  by  his  wife,  Mrs.  Maude 
(Leighton)  Saltmarsh,  and  by  two  sons, 
Robert    C.    and    Arthur    A.    Saltmarsh. 


ARTHUR  E.  CLARKE 

Colonel  Arthur  Eastman  Clarke  of 
Manchester,  who  dropped  dead  while  fox 
hunting  October  1,  was  one  of  New 
Hampshire's  best  known  newspaper 
nif-n.  He  was  born  in  Manchester, 
May  13,  185-4,  the  son  of  John  Badger 
and    Susan     Greeley     (Moulton)     Clarke, 


AMOS   K.   FISKE 

Amos  Kidder  Fiske  was  born  in 
Whitefield,  May  12,  1S42.  the  son  of 
Henry  and  Lucinda  (Keycs)  Fiske,  and 
died  September  18  at  the  home  of  his 
daughters,  the  Misses  Annette  and  Mar- 
guerite Fiske,  in  Cambridge.  Mass. 
One  son.  Philip  S.  Fiske  of  Boston,  also 
survives.  Mr.  Fiske  graduated  from 
Harvard  in  1866  and  was  admitted  to 
the  bar  in  1868.  He  was  associated 
with  the  late  George  Ticknor  Curtis  in 
the  preparation  of  "The  Life  of  Daniel 
Webster"  and  was  himself  the  author  of 
nine  books  of  essays  and  history.  He 
was  a  contributor  to  the  American  En- 
cyclopedia and  for  22  years  on  the  edi- 
torial staff  of  the  New  York  Times, 
later  occupying  a  similar  position  on 
other  New  York  papers. 


REV.  CLARENCE  S.  SARGENT,  D.D 

Rev.  Dr.  Clarence  Spalding  Sargent, 
born  in  Gilmanton,  July  29,  1855,  died 
at  Little  Rock,  Arkansas.  September  28. 
He  was  a  -graduate  of  Dartmouth  in  the 
class  of  1876  and  of  the  Yale  Divinity 
School  in  1879,  and  received  the  degree 
of  Doctor  of  Divinity  from  Whitman 
College  in  1894.  He  held  long  pastor- 
ates in  Adams,  Mass.,  Wichita  and 
Hutchinson,  Kansas,  and  Marshall, 
Texas,  and  recently  retired  from  active 
work  to  reside  with  his  daughter,  Eliz- 
abeth, and  sons,  Laurence  and  Theo- 
dore, at  Little  Rock.  He  was  at  one 
time  president  of  the  Christian  Service 
League   of  America. 


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THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


Vol.    LI  1 1 


DECEMBER,    1921 


No.    12 


THE  NEW  HAMPSHIRE  STATE  GRANGE 

48tL  ANNUAL  SESSION  IN  CONCORD,  DEC.  13,  14,  15,  1921 

By   Henry   H.    Met  calf. 


In  view  of  the  fact  that  the  New- 
Hampshire  State  Grange  is  to  hold 
its  Forty-eighth  Annual  session  in 
Concord,  the  present  month,  it  is 
appropriate  to  make  some  reference 
at  this  time  to  the  growth  and  pro- 
gress of  the  organization. 

The  Grange,  or  order  of  Patrons 
of  Husbandry,  a^  correctly  known, 
was  instituted  December  4.  1867,  in 
the  city  of  Washington,  by  seven 
men  connected  with  what  was  then 
the  U.  S.  Bureau  of  Agriculture, 
its  object  being,  primarily,  to  ad- 
vance the  interests  of  Agriculture, 
and,  incidentally,  to  promote  friend- 
ly relations  between  the  different 
sections  of  the  country,  then  just 
emerging  from  the  clouds  of  Civil 
war.  The  names  of  these  seven 
founders  of  the  order,  all  of  whom, 
have  long  since  passed  away,  are 
William  Saunders,  J.  M.  Trimble, 
F.  M.  McDowell.  ].  R.  Thompson, 
W.  M.  Ireland.  O.  H.  Kel'ley  and  A. 
B.  Grosh.  j.  M.  Trimble  and  F.  M. 
McDowell  served  for  many  years,- 
respectively,  as  Secretary  and  Treas- 
urer of  the  National  Grange,  and 
the  former  will  be  remembered  by 
many  New  Hampshire  members  of 
the  order,  as  serving  in  his  office 
of  Secretary  when  the  National 
Grange  held  its  first  session  in  the 
State   in   1892. 

The  order  made  slow  progress  at 
first,  the  prejudice  against  secret 
organizations       prevailing       among 


farmers  generally  being  hard  to 
ovecome.  The  first  subordinate 
Grange  in  the  country  was  organized 
at  Fredonia,  New  York,  in  1868.  and 
it  was  not  until  1869  that  a  State 
Grange  was  organized,  the  first  be- 
ing the  Minnesota  State  Grange, 
organized  on  February  23  of  that 
year,  and  the  next  in  Iowa,  Janu- 
ary 12,  1871.  The  order  made  great- 
est headway  in  the  West  during 
the  early  years  of  its  history,  its 
growth  in  the  Fast,  especially  in 
New  England,  being  decidedly  slow. 
Later  years,  however,  saw  a  marked 
change  in  the  situation,  it  having 
become  decadent  in  some  of  the 
Western  States  where  it  was  once 
strongest,  while  attaining  remark- 
able growth  in  New  England,  New 
Hampshire  having  been  for  many 
years  a  leading  Grange  State,  and 
for  quite  a  period  previous  to  the 
present  decade  having  a  larger 
membership,  in  proportion  to  popu- 
lation, than  any  State  in  the  Union. 
It  is  now  excelled  in  that  respect 
only  by  the  State  of  Maine. 

The  first  subordinate  Grange  in 
New  Hampshire  was  Gilman 
Grange,  No.  1,  of  Exeter,  organized 
August  19,  1873,  with  Hon.  John 
D.  Lyman,  long  prominent  in  pub- 
lic affairs,  as  Master.  This  Grange 
is  still  in  existence,  and  now  in 
flourishing  condition  :  but  was  near- 
ly dormant  for  many  years  in  its 
early     history,    and     only    failed    to 


518 


THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


lose  its  charter  through  the  action 
of  Mr.  Lyman  in  paying  the  annual 
dues  to  the  Slate  Grange  out  of 
his  own   pocket. 

The  New  Hampshire  State 
Grange  was  organized  in  Grand 
Army  Hall  Manchester,  December 
23,  1873.  by  T.  A.  Thompson,  Lec- 
turer of  the  National  Grange.  Up 
to  this  time  seventeen  subordinate 
Granges  had  been  organized  in  the 
State,  all  by  Mr.  Thompson  who  had 
come  into  the  State  for  the  purpose. 
These  included  Gilman  No.  1.  of 
Exeter;   Bartlett,    Xo.  2,    Kingston; 


; 


Fred  A.  Rogkrs, 
Master    N.    H.    State    Grange 

Amoskeag.  Xo.  3.  Manchester;  Mer- 
rimack River,  Xo.  4,  of  Canterbury; 
Lovell,  Xo.  5,  East  Washington 
(since  removed  to  Washington) 
Halestown,  Xo.  6,  Xorth  Weare; 
Granite,  Xo.  7,  Milford ;  Sullivan, 
Xo.  8,  Xewport;  Clarernont,  Xo.  9, 
Claremont ;  Souhegan.  Xo.  10,  Am- 
herst; Hudson,  Xo.  11,  Hudson; 
Nashua,  Xo,  13,  Xashua ;  Mountain, 


No.  14.  East  Concord:  Hooksett, 
Xo.  16.  Hooksett;  Ashland,  No.  \y\ 
Ashland,  all  of  which  were  repre- 
sented at  the  opening  of  the  meeting 
for  organization  of  the  State 
Grange,  numbers  12  and  15  not 
being  represented.  At  the  evening 
session  on  the  first  day,  L.  T.  Sari- 
born  ami  Mrs.  Sanborn,  of  Hampton 
Falls  Grange  made  their  appear- 
ance, making  sixteen  Granges  Jin 
all    represented. 

Committees  were  appointed  on  the 
first  day,  consisting  of  C.  C.  Shaw 
of  Milford,  James  Clogston  of  East 
Washington  and  James  U.  Prince 
of  Amherst,  on  Credentials:  E.  B. 
Bartlett  of  Weare,  C.  H.  DeRoch- 
mont  of  Kingston,  I.  A.  Reed  of 
Newport  on  Constitution  and  Bv- 
Laws,  and  John  1).  Lyman  of 
Exeter,  D.  M.  Clough  of  Canterbury. 
D.  T.  Chase  of  Claremont  and  John 
B.  Clarke  of  Manchester,  on  Reso- 
lutions. 

On  the  following  day  officers  for 
the  ensuing  two  years  were  elected 
as  follows  :  Master,  Dudley  T.  Chase, 
Claremont;  Overseer.  C.  II.  De- 
Rochemont.  Kingston:  Lecturer. 
John  D.  Lyman,  Exeter;  Steward. 
L.  T.  Sanborn.  Hampton  Fall-: 
Asst.  Steward.  I.  A.  Reed,  Xewport: 
Chaplain,  J.  F.  Keyes.  Ashland; 
Treasurer,  D.  M.  Clough.  Canter- 
bury; Secretary.  C.  C.  Shaw.  Mil- 
ford ;  Gate-Keeper,  James  U  Prince. 
Amherst;  Ceres,  Mrs.  C.  C.  Shaw. 
Milford;  Pomona,  Mrs.  J.  U.  Prince, 
Amherst ;  Flora,  Mrs.  Abram  B. 
Tallant,  East  Concord  ;  Lady  Asst. 
Steward,  Mrs.  L.  T.  Sanborn, 
Hampton  Falls. 

During  the  year  1874  two  special 
meetings  of  the  State  Grange  were 
held  in  Manchester — one  on  March 
17,  at  which  the  Constitution  and 
By-Laws  prepared  by  the  Committee 
were  adopted  and  the  5th  degree 
of  the  order  was  conferred  by  D. 
\V,  Adams,  Master  of  the  Xational 


THE  X.  II.  STATE  GRANGE 


519 


Grange,  upon  John  D.  Lyman,  David 
M.   Dough,    E.    B.    Bartlett,   Henry 

Gray.  Elliott  Whit  fore!.  Charles  H. 
DeRochemont,  Kimball  Webster, 
John  B.  Clarke,  William  G.  Brown, 
H.  L.  Scott,  James  A.  Wood.  Mrs. 
Elliott  Whitford  and  Mrs.  Kimball 
Webster.  Of  the  class  of  thirteen 
members — the  first  in  the  State  to 
receive  the  fifth  degree  of  the  order — 
no  one  survives  so  far  as  is  known. 
At  the  second  special  meeting — 
September  8.  D.  Wyatt  Aiken'  of 
South  Carolina  of  the  National 
Grange    Executive   Committee,   was 


Herbert  X.  Sawyer, 
Overseer 

present  and  exemplified  the  work 
of  the  order.  At  this  meeting  Sec- 
retary Shaw'  reported  that  there 
were  then  31  subordinate  Granges 
in  the  State,  fourteen  having  been 
organized  by  himself  as  special  de- 
puty, since  the  organization  of  the 
State  Grange  in  December  previous. 
At  the  next  annual  meeting-,  held 
in  Mirror  Hall  Manchester,  opening 
December  15,  1S74.  forty-two  subor- 
dinate Granges  were  reported,  with 


between  1600  and  1700  members. 
At_an  adjourned  meeting,  March  17, 
1875,  .the  fifth  degree  was  conferred 
on  17candidates  and  I).  T.  Chase. 
D.  M.  Clough  and  C.  C.  Shaw  were 
appointed  to  draft  regulations  for 
the  organization  and  government 
of    County    Granges. 

At  the  annual  meeting  of  1875, 
also  held  in  Manchester,  seventy -two 
subordinate  Granges  were  reported, 
with  a  total  membership  of  3190. 
Dudley  T.  Chase  was  re-elected 
master,  with  I.  A.  Reed  of  Newport. 
Overseer;  Samuel  Putnam  of  Cor- 
nish, Lecturer;  Kimball  Webster  of 
Hudson,  Steward  ;  W.  O.  Noyes  of 
Derry.  Asst.  Steward;  A.  S,  Wilkins 
of  Amherst,  Chaplain  ;  D.  M.  Clough 
of  Canterbury.  Treasurer;  C.  C. 
Shaw  of  Milford,  Secretary;  F.  L. 
Taylor  of  Danbury,  Gaie-Keeper ; 
Mrs.  .  F.  F.  Taylor,  Ceres;  Mrs. 
George  L.  Stevens  of  Grafton.  Po- 
mona; Mrs.  C.  B.  Mason,  of  Ports- 
mouth, Flora,  and  Mrs.  Elliott 
Whitord  of  Nashua,  Lady  Assistant 
Steward. 

At  this  meeting  it  was  voted  that 
the  next  annual  meeting  be  held  in 
Newport;  also  that  one- half  the 
expenses  of  members  attending  the 
session,  for  travel  and  board,  be 
paid   from    the   Grange   treasury. 

The  annual  meeting  of  1876, 
opened  in  Bennett's  Hall,  Newport, 
December  19,  the  address  of  wel- 
come being  given  by  Dea.  Simon  A. 
Tenney  of  that  town,  whose  death 
occurred  during  the  past  year.  At 
this  meeting  the  Secretary's  report 
showed  88  subordinate  Granges  in 
the  State,  with  4,308  members.  A 
new  set  of  by-laws  was  adopted  and 
the  fifth  degree  was  conferred  on 
19  candidates. 

The  meeting  for  1877  opened 
December  18,  in  Post  Office  hall, 
Manchester.  The  secretary  report- 
ed 4,390  subordinate  grange  mem- 
bers, in  88  subordinate  granges, 
the   same   number   as   the   previous 


520 


THE  GRANITE   MONTHLY 


year,  with  an  increase  in  member- 
ship of  only  82.  The  fifth  degree 
was  conferred  on  52  candidates  at 
this  meeting.  W.  H.  Stinson  of 
Dunbarton  and  X.  J.  Bachelder, 
and  Mary  A.  Putney  (subsequently 
Mrs.  Bachelder)  of  East  Andover, 
being  among  the  number.  Dudley 
T.  Chase  was  again  elected  Master; 
George  A.  Wason  of  New  Boston, 
Overseer ;  John  D.  Lyman.  Lec- 
turer; David  M.  Clough,  Treasurer; 


.- 


"] 


Luke  H.  Rickkrt, 
Lecturer 

and  C  C.  Shaw,  Secretary.     It  may 

be  stated  here,  that  Mr.  Lyman, 
who  was  the  first  Lecturer,  but  had 
been  displaced  for  the  second  term 
by  Mr.  Putnam  of  Cornish,  was 
continued  in  the  office  from  this 
time  on  until  1891,  making  ten 
terms,  or  20  years  of  service  in  all — 
a  record  unapproached  by  any  sub- 
sequent   incumbent. 

At   the   1878  meeting,   which  was 
held  in  the  town  hall  at  Plymouth, 


90  subordinate  granges  were  re- 
ported, with  4,464  members,  and 
the  fifth  degree  was  conferred  on  92 
candidates. 

'Idle  meeting  for  1879  was  held 
in  Manchester,  as  were  also  subse 
quent  meetings  up  to  and  including 
that  for  1893.  No  increase  in 
membership  was  reported  for  the 
year,  and  two  granges  were  report- 
ed as  havng  surrendered  their  char- 
ters. One  hundred  and  fifty-two 
candidates  received  the  fifth  de- 
gree. George  A.  Wason  was 
chosen  Master ;  F.  L.  Taylor  of 
Danbury,  Overseer;  John  D.  Ly- 
man, Lecturer  ;  and  W.  H.  Stinson 
of    Dunbarton.    Secretary. 

At  the  meeting  in  1880,  there 
were  reported  but  84  active  subor- 
dinate granges,  with  4.094  mem- 
bers, a  material  falling  off  from  the 
previous  year.  At  this  time  there- 
were  six  granges  in  the  State  with 
over  ICO  members  each— Sou- 
hegan  Grange  of  Amherst  lead- 
ing, with  138.  The  fifth  degree 
Candidates  at  this  session  number- 
ed  153. 

George  A.  Wason  was  re-elected 
Master  and  William  H.  Stinson, 
Secretary  at  the  1SS1  session.  E. 
C.  Hutchinson,  who  had  served  as 
Assistant  Steward  in  the  previous 
term,  was  promoted  to  Steward. 
There  had  been  247  fourth  degree 
candidates  initiated  during  the  year. 
The  fifth  degree  was  conferred  on 
52  candidates   at   this   session. 

Jn  1882  two  County  Councils 
were  reported  as  having  been  or- 
ganized, in  Llillsborough  and  Mer- 
rimack Counties.  The  total  active 
paying  membership  of. the  subordi- 
nate granges  of  the  State  was  re- 
ported at  3.112,  showing  a  material 
falling  off.  Mention  was  made  of 
the  first  annual  picnic  and  festival 
of  the  State  Grange,  held  at  the 
^'eirs,  August  29,  30  and  31. 
Eighty  candidates  received  the 
fifth  decree. 


THT    V   H.  STATE   GRANGE 


At  the  annua!  meeting  in  1883. 
3,788  subordinate  grange  in  embers 
were  reported.  Fifty-five  candi- 
dates were  initiated  in  the  fifth  de- 
gree. Among  these  were  George 
R.  Drake,  present  Secretary.  X. 
j.  Bachelder  served  as  chairman  of 
the  Committee  on  Education  at 
this  session.  William  PI.  Stinson 
was  elected  .Master:  Chas.  McDan- 
iel,  Overseer;  and  X.  J.  Bachelder, 
Secretary.  Hillsborough  County 
Pomona  Grange,  Xo.  i.  "had  been 
organized   during   the   year. 

In  1884  there  were  reported  4,120 


L 


James  C.  Farmer. 

Steward 


subordinate      grange  members. 

Eastern  New  Hampshire  Pomona 
Grange.  No.  2,  had  been  organized, 
with  George  R.  Drake.  .Master. 
Amoskeag  Grange  of  Manchester 
led  all  subordinate  granges  in  mem- 
bership, having  182.  Eight  others 
had  over  100  each.  The  fifth  de- 
gree was  conferred  on  119  candi- 
dates. 

In  1885  the  subordinate  member- 
ship was  reported  to  be  4.423.  The 
fifth  degree  was  conferred  on  134. 
Gov.    Moody    Currier    attended    the 


public   session,  being  the   first   Gov- 
ernor  to  attend   a   Grange     session. 

I  lie  obi   officers    were   re-elected. 

The  annual  .meeting  for  1886,  was 
held  in  Mechanics  11  all.  most  of  the 
previous  sessions  in  Manchester 
having  been  held  in  Mirror  hall. 
There  were  5,300  subordinate  mem- 
bers reported.  Nine  subordinate 
grange.-  and  Merrimack  County  Po- 
mona Grange  Xo.  3.  had  been  or- 
ganized during  the  past  year,  among 
them  Rumford  of  East  Concord. 
Capital  of  Concord,  and  Pembroke, 
and  the  latter  had  initiated  the 
largest  clas.s  in  the  fourth  degree- 
that  had  ever  been  initiated  in  the 
country — 133.  Notice  was  taken 
of  the  death  of  Col.  David  M. 
Clough  of  Canterbury,  who  had 
served  the  Grange  as  Treasurer  for 
the  first  six  years.  The  success  of 
the  first  State  Grange  Fair,  held  at 
Tilton  in  the  autumn  previous,  was 
also  reported.  These  fairs  were 
continued  at  Tilton  for  about  fifteen 
years,  with  varying  success.  Fifth 
degree  candidates  were  initiated  at 
this  session  to  the  number  of  125. 
The  resignation  of  Col.  Stinson  as 
Master  was  received,  and  Charles 
McDaniel  of  Springfield  was  chosen 
for  the  unexpired  term.  There 
were  120  candidates  initiated  in  the 
fifth  degree. 

At  the  meeting  of  1887.  held  in 
the  Manchester  City  Hall,  there 
were  5.865  subordinate  grange 
members  reported.  The  sixth  de- 
gree was  conferred  for  the  first 
time  by  the  State  Grange  at  this 
time,  the  work  in  this  degree  hav- 
ing been  turned  over  by  the  Na- 
tional Grange  to  the  State  Granges, 
and  the  fifth  degree  to  the  Pomona 
Granges.  This  first  sixth  degree 
class  numbered  131.  among  whom 
were  John  D.  Lyman,  the  State 
Lecturer,  Prof.  C.  H.  Pettee  of  the 
Agricultural  College.  William  P. 
Ballard  of  Concord,  of  the  first 
graduating  class  in  that  institution, 


522 


THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


and  Mrs.  X.  J.  Bachelder.  Charles 
McDaniel  was  re-elected  Master 
and  N.  J.   Bachelder,  Secretary. 

At  the  1888  meeting-,  in  the  same 
place,  it  was  reported  that  eleven 
new  subordinate  granges  had  been 
organized  during  the  year,  making 
103  in  ail  in  the  State,  with  6.701 
members.  The  sixth  degree  was 
conferred  on  86  candidates. 

In  1889  there  were  107  subordi- 
nate granges  reported,  with  7,560 
members.  Pembroke  Grange  then 
held   first   rank,    with   202   members. 


. 


. 


Horace  F-  Hoyt, 

Chaplain 

The  sixth  degree  was  conferred  on 
79  candidates,  among  whom  was 
Herbert  O.  Hartley  of  Temple,  who 
subsequently  became  State  Master, 
and  Mrs.  Hadley.  The  old  officers 
were  re-elected. 

In  1890  it  was  reported  that  13 
new  subordinate  granges  had  been 
organized  during  the  year,  and  that 
the  total  member-hip  was  8,954. 
The  sixth  degree  class  numbered 
122. 

In  1891  there  were  131  active  sub- 
ordinate granges  reported,  with 
9,870  members,     making     a  net  in- 


crease during  Worthy  Master 
McDanieFs  adminstration,  of  4.570 
The  sixth  degree  was  conferred  up- 
on 102  candidates.  At  the  meeting 
this  year.  Xahum  J.  Bachelder  of 
East  Andpver  was  promoted  from 
the  office  of  Secretary  to  that  of 
Master;  James  E.  Shepard  of  New- 
London  was  elected  Overseer:  Ed- 
ward J.  Burnham  of  Manchester. 
Lecturer;  and  E.  C.  Hutchinson  of 
Milford,   Secretary. 

The  Grange  in  New  Hampshire 
was  well  started  on  the  highway  of 
prosperity,  and  continued  in  a 
career  of  remarkable  progress  dur- 
ing the  succeeding  twelve  yea~s  of 
Mr.  Bachelder's  incumbency  as 
Master.  There 'were  11,274  subor- 
dinate members  reported  in  1892: 
in  1S93.  there  were  13.242;  in  1894. 
14,832;  in  1895.  16,534;  in  1896. 
18.158;  in  1897,  19.116;  in  1893  20.- 
702;  in  1S99.  22,330;  in  19C0,  25/^7; 
in  1901,  24.208;  in  1902.  25.362;  in 
1903,  26,800;  showing,  a  net  increase 
in  the  twelve  vears  of  16,930. 

At  the  1892  and  1893  meetings, 
both  held  in  Manchester,  the  sixth 
degree  candidates  numbered  74  and 
149  respectively.  At  the  meeting 
in  1894.  which  was  held  in  Concor  1 
for  the  first  time  (White's  Opera 
House  being  the  meeting  place) 
there  were  156  initiates  in  the  .sixth. 
degree.  In  1895,  also  in  Concord. 
97  candidates  were  initiated.  In 
1896,  at  Mechanics  Hall.  Manches- 
ter, the  degree  was  conferred  upon 
132,  H.  X.  Sawyer,  present  Over- 
seer, and  Joseph  D.  Roberts,  long 
time  Treasurer,  being  members  of 
the  class.  In  1897  at  Concord  for 
the  third  time,  281  were  initiated — 
the  largest  class  initiated  up  to  that 
time.  At  the  meeting  in  1898.  held 
in  Manchester,  62  candidates  re- 
ceived the  degree.  In  1899,  at  Con- 
cord, 184  were  initiated.  In  1900 
the  annual  meeting  was  held  in  the 
City  Hall  at  Dover,  the  finest  audi- 
ence room  in  the  State,  and  a  class 


THE  X.  H.  STATE  GRANGE 


525 


of  292  was  instructed  in  the  sixth 
degree.  At  the  next  annua!  meet- 
ing in  Concord.  192  were  instruct- 
ed; at  .Manchester,  in  1902,  265: 
and  at  Concord  in  1903,  a  class  of 
235  received  the  lessons  of  this  de- 
gree. 

Emri  C.  Hutchinson  held  the  of- 
fice of  Secretary  throughout  the  en- 
tire twelve  years  of  Worthy  Master 
Bachelder's  incumbency,  as  did 
Joseph  D.  Roberts  that  of  Treas- 
urer, in  which  he  has  been  con- 
tinued up  to  the  present  time,  hav- 


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Joseph    D.   Roberts. 

Treasurer 
ing  served  for  a  longer  period  than 
any  other  man  in  any  State  Grange 
office.  E.  J.  Burnham  continued 
as  Lecturer  four  years;  was  follow- 
ed by  Hezekiah  Scammon  of  Exe- 
ter for  two  years,  who  was  suc- 
ceeded, in  1897,  by  Henry  H.  Met- 
calf  of  Concord,  who  continued  till 
1903. 

Two  annual  meetings  of  the  Na- 
tional Grange  were  held  in  the 
State,  during  Worthy  Master  Bach- 
elder's term,  both  in  Concord,  the 
first  in  1892  and  the  other  in   1898. 


It  was  mainly  through  the  influence 
of  Air.  Bachelder  that  the  National 
Grange  came  here,  and  the  inspira- 
tion resulting  from  these  sessions 
had  a  powerful  influence  in  promot- 
ing the  wonderful  growth  of  the 
order  in  the  State. 

It  was  in  1893.'  that  the  first  suc- 
cessful series  of  Pomona  Grange 
held  meetings  was  held  in  the 
State,  Col.  J.  H.  Brigham  of  Ohio, 
Master  of  the  National  Grange, 
being  the  leading  speaker.  It  was 
through  Worthy  Master  Bachel- 
der's efforts  that  his  services  were 
secured.  The  meetings  were  all 
largely  attended,  that  of  Merri- 
mack County  Pomona,  at  Blodg- 
ett's  Landing.  Sunapee  Lake, 
being  the  largest.  Two  thousand 
people  were  in  attendance,  and 
Col.  Brigham  pronounced  it  the 
finest  meeting  of  the  kind  he  had 
ever  attended.  These  field  meet- 
ings were  continued  with  great  suc- 
cess throughout  Mr.  Bachelder's 
administration.  Among  the  speak- 
ers for  several  years  was  Aaron 
Jones  of  Indiana,  who  succeeded 
Col.  Brigham  as  Master  of  the  Na- 
tional Grange.  In  recent  years 
these  meetings  have  been  held  un- 
der the  joint  auspices  of  the  Grange 
and  the  County  Farm  Bureaus,  and 
have  been  less  helpful  and  inter- 
esting, on  account  of  the  divided 
responsibility. 

At  the  annual  meeting  of  the 
Grange,  held  in  Concord,  in  1903, 
Herbert  O.  Hadley  of  Temple  was 
chosen  Master;  Richard  Pattee  of 
New  Hampton,  Lecturer;  and 
George  R.  Drake  of  Manchester, 
Secretary,  the  latter  continuing  in 
office  to  the  present  time.  Mr. 
Hadley  held  the  Master's  office  six 
years,  being  succeeded  in  1909  by 
Richard  Pattee,  who  gave  way  in 
1913  to  Wesley  Adams  of  London- 
derry, and  the  latter,  in  1917,  to 
Fred  A.  Rogers  of  Meriden,  the 
present  incumbent.  Richard  Pattee 
served  as   Lecturer  during  Worthv 


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Master  Hadley's  term,  and  was  suc- 
ceeded in  1909  by  Andrew  L.  Felker, 
present  Commissioner  of  Agricul- 
ture, for  lour  years,  when  Charles 
\\  .  \  arney  of  Rochester,  came  in. 
who  gave  way  in  1917  to  Luke  J  I. 
Rickert  of  Belmont,  who  now  holds 
the  office. 

At  the  annual  meeting  of  1904. 
in  Dover,  the  subordinate  Grange 
membership  was  reported  at  27,466 
and  the  sixth  degree  was  conferred 
upon  318  candidates.  In  1905  there 
were    27.752    members,    and    at    the 


Geo:<gk  R.  Drake. 
Secretary 

annual  meeting,  in  Manchester, 
314  received  the  6th  degree.  At 
Concord,  in  1906,  28,026  subordinate 
member ^  were  reported,  and  284 
were  initiated  in  the  6th  degree. 
At  the  1907  meeting  in  Manchester, 
the  Secretary's  report  showed  2S, 
286  subordinate  members  and  the 
6th  degree  initiates  numbered  286. 
Four  special  meetings  for  conferring 
the  6th  degree  had  been  held  in  the 


State  during  the  year,  at  Keene, 
Plymouth,  Littleton  and  Ports- 
mouth, at  which,  in  all.  about  400 
candidates  had  been  initiated,  'i  he 
1908  meeting  was  held  in  Ports- 
mouth, when  28.350  members  were 
reported  .and  373  received  the  6th 
degree.  In  1909,  Manchester  again 
being  the  meeting  place,  the  report 
showed  28.821  members  of  subordi- 
nate Granges,  and  277  candidates 
were    instructed    in    the   6th   degree. 

From  the  figures  presented,  it  ap- 
pears that  there  was  a  net  gain  of 
2021  subordinate  members  during 
the  six  vears  incumbency  of  Wor- 
thy Master  Hadley,  from  19-03  to 
1909. 

The  annual  meeting  for  1910  was 
held  in  the  Auditorum  at  Concord, 
when  29.0S6  members  were  reported 
and  239  candidates  were  initiated 
in  the  6th  degree.  At  Manchester. 
in  1911.  29,019  members  were  re- 
ported ,  and  373  received  the  6th 
degree.  The  meeting  for  1912  was 
held  in  Nashua,  when  the  subordi- 
nate membership  was  reported  at 
29.445,  and  510  were  given  the  6th 
degree,  being  the  largest  class  ever 
initiated  up  to  that  time.  At  the 
1913  meeting,  in  Concord,  the  sub- 
ordinate members  numbered  29,418. 
and  90  candidates  received  the  6th 
degree.  Nearly  1400  had  been  given 
this  degree  in  the  previous  month. 
at  Manchester,  where  the  National 
Grange  session  was  held  that  year, 
making  three  sessions  in  all,  of  that 
body    held    in    the    State.    ' 

At  the  1913  meeting  Capital 
Grange  No.  113,  of  Concord  was 
credited  with  a  membership  of  508, 
being  the  largest  in  the  State,  which 
position,  for  many  years  previous 
held  by  Amoskeag  of  Manchester, 
it  still   holds. 

During  the  four  years  of  Worthy 
Master  Pattee's  incumbency  the  net 
gain  in  membership  of  the  subordi- 
nate Granges,  was  597,  and  it  was 
generally  felt  that  it  would  be  diffi- 
cult to  make  further  increase,  even 


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525 


if  possible  to  maintain  the  existing 
strength. 

The  animal  meeting  of  1914  was 
held  in  Lacona,  at  "which  29,314 
subordinate  members  were  reported, 
and  188  candidates  received  the  les- 
sons of  the  6th  degree.  In  1915 
Keene  was  the  meeting  \  lace.  The 
subordinate  membership  was  given 
as  29.181.  and  252  6th  degree  candi- 
dates were  initiated.  In  1916  Man- 
chester again  had  the  annual  meet- 
ing, at  which  time  it  appeared  that 
the    total    membership    was    28,126, 


Mrs.  Lili.iax  F.  Cooper, 
Flora 

and  199  were  given  the  6th  degree; 
but  at  a  special  meeting  in  August, 
previous,  at  Lacoiiia  114  candidates 
had  been  initiated.  The  meeting  for 
1917  was  held  in  Concord.  The  sub- 
ordinate Grange  membership  was 
reported  at  28,514,  and  166  candi- 
dates received  the  6th  degree. 
At  a  special  meeting,  previously  held 
in  Newport.  159  had  been  initated. 
There  was  a  net  loss  in  member- 
ship during  the  four  years  of  Worthy 
Master  Adams'     administration,     of 


904,  accounted  for  largely  by  the 
general  demoralization  resulting 
from  the  World  War,  into  which 
the    United    States    had    entered. 

The  annual  meeting  for  1918  was 
held  in  the  city  hall  in  Rochester. 
At  this  meeting  28,359  members  of 
subordinate  Granges  were  reported, 
and  211  candidates  received  the  6th 
degree.  Laconia  was  again  the 
meeting  place  of  the  Grange  in  1919. 
There  were  28,810  subordinate  mem- 
bers reported  and  275  6th  degree 
candidates  were  initiated.  At  Pet- 
erborough, at  a  special  meeting  in 
September,  98  others  had  been  in- 
itiated. At  Claremont.  last  Decem- 
ber, there  were  30,035  subordinate 
members  and  the  sixth  degree  can- 
didates initiated  numbered  158.  At 
nine  special  meetings  held  during 
the  year,  in  different  sections  of  the 
State,  there  were  1,223  sixth  de- 
gree members  initiated. 

During  the  first  three  years  of 
Worthy  Master  Rogers'  incumbency 
there  was  a  net  increase  of  1,521  in 
the  subordinate  grange  membership 
of  the  State,  and,  though  the  of- 
ficial figures  of  the  last  year  are  not 
at  hand,  it  is  certain  that  there  has 
been  a  large  increase  in  the  last 
year,  and  the  total  membership  now 
stands  at  a  higher  figure  than  ever 
before.  The  financial  condition  of 
the  organization  is  also  better  than 
ever  before,  the  amount  of  funds 
in  the  treasurv.  and  invested,  being 
reported  at  831,299.75,  at  the  last 
annual  meeting. 

The  New  Hampshire  State 
Grange  has  holden  47  annual  meet- 
ings, besides  various  special  meet- 
ings for  conferring  the  sixth  degree 
and  other  purposes.  Of  these 
meetings  27  have  been  held  in  Man- 
chester, 9  in  Concord.  2  in  Dover. 
2  in  Laconia,  and  1  each  in  New- 
port. Plymouth.  Portsmouth, 
Nashua,  Rochester,  Keene  and 
Claremont.  Since  empowered  by 
the  National  Grange  to  confer  the 
sixth  degree  of  the  order,  it  has  in- 


THE  GRANITE   MONTHLY 


structed  between  eleven  and  twelve 
thousand  candidates  in  the  lessons 
of  that  degree. 

The  Grange,  in  this  State,  is  the 
largest  in  point  of  membership,  as 
well  as  the  most  influential  in  the 
direction  of  public  affairs,  of  all  the 
fraternal  organizations.  While  in- 
stituted, primarily,  to  advance  the 
material  interests  of  the  farming 
population,  it  has  become  a  great 
educational  force  and  a  prime  in- 
strument in  the  promotion  of  bene- 
ficial legislation  along  various  lines. 
While  in  the  country  at  large  it  is 
to  the  active  work  of  the  Grange 
organization  that  the  people  are  in- 
debted for  free  rural  mail  delivery, 
the  parcel  post,  postal  saving  banks 
and  the  popular  election  of  United 
States  Senators,  in  this  State  it  has 
been  the  prime  factor  in  securing 
equal  school  advantages  for  the 
children  of  the  rural  districts,  with 
these  in  the  cities  and  larger  towns, 
also  in  the  promotion  of  highway 
improvement,  in  advancing  the 
cause  of  temperance  and  maintain- 
ing the  laws  against  the  desecra- 
tion of  the  Sabbath. 

Of  the  nine  men  who  have  held 
the  office  of  Master  of  the  X.  H. 
State  Grange,  five — Messrs.  Chase, 
Wason,  Stinson,  McDaniel  and 
Stinson  have  passed  on.  Four — 
Messrs.  Rachelder,  Pattee,  Adams 
and  Rogers,  the  present  incumbent 
■ — survive.  Mr.  Bachelder,  the  old- 
est of  the  survivors  in  point  of 
years  and  time  of  service,  has  lived 
in  retirement  on  his  East  Andover 
farm,  after  serving  with  distinction 
for  more  than  a  quarter  of  a  cen- 
turv      as    Secretarv    of      the      State 


Board  of  Agriculture,  and  two 
years  from  1903  to  1905,  as  Gov- 
ernor of  the  State,  aside  from  hia 
service  eight  years  as  Secretary 
and  twelve  yeans  as  Master  of  the 
State  Grange,  and  six  years  as 
Lecturer,  and  four  years  as  Master 
of  the  National  Grange. 

Joseph  D.  Roberts  of  Rollins- 
ford,  who  has  been  Treasurer  since 
1897,  is  the  oldest  officer  of  the 
Grange  in  point  of  service  at  the 
present  time.  Next  in  rank  in  this 
respect  is  George  R.  Drake  of  Man- 
chester, who  has  been  Secretary 
since  1903;  while  Horace  F.  Hoyt 
of  Hanover  has  served  as  Chap- 
lain for   the  last  fourteen   years. 

The  present  officers  of  the 
Grange,  wdiose  successors  are  tp 
be  chosen  at  the  annual  meeting  in 
Concord  opening  December  13,  are: 
Master,  Fred  A.  Rogers;  Overseer, 
Herbert  N.  Sawyer;  Lecturer,  Luke 
H.  Rickert ;  Steward,  James  C. 
Farmer;  Assistant  Steward,  A.  W. 
McDaniel ;  Chaplain,  Florace  F. 
Hoyt;  Treasurer,  Joseph  D.  Rob- 
erts; Secretary,  George  R.  Drake; 
Gatekeeper,  J.  G.  Beattie ;  Ceres. 
Mr.s.  Addie  M.  Rogers;  Pomona, 
Mrs.  Mary  W.  Health;  Flora,  Mrs. 
Lillian  Foss  Cooper;  Lady  Assist- 
ant Steward,  Mrs.  Caroline  C. 
Edgerly. 

The  Executive  Committee  con- 
sists of  the  Master  and  Secretary, 
ex-officio,  and  Orville  P.  Smith. 
Charles  W.  Yarney  and  Wesley 
Adams.  Wilbur  H.  White  of 
Deerfield  i.s  the  General  Deputy, 
assisted  by  three  Pomona  and 
twenty-five   district   deputies. 


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BY  THE  VEERY'S  NEST 


Stetson  Allen 


Chapter  1 
Louisa. 

"Are  all  your  things  packed,  dear?" 

"Every  last  thing.  Bridget's  cake 
about  fills  the  top  tray.  She  would 
put  it  in.  banishing  my  shirts  to  the 
under  tray,  where  there  wasn't  any 
room  for  them.      I  managed  to  roll — " 

''You  rolled  them!  Oh,  my  dear! 
And  they  were  laundered  so  beauti- 
fully!" And  Mrs.  Gray  hurried  up- 
stairs  to   her  son's  room. 

Robert,  left  with  Louisa  on  the  pi- 
azza, looked  at  her.  and  laughed  rue- 
fully. 

"This  comes  of  encouraging  Bridg- 
et in  my  youth,"  he  said.  "She  re- 
fuses to  sec  in  me  the  grown  man. 
and  is  in  the  depths  of  woe  if  my 
zest  for  her  sweets  appears  to  wane." 

"I  didn't  see  much  signs  of  its 
watting  at  dessert  yesterday,"  said 
Louisa.  "Three  helps  of  blueberry 
pie,  was  it?  Bob.  it's  too  bad  for 
Aunt  Helen  to  have  all  the  bother  of 
repacking.     Perhaps    I    can    help    her. 

"Don't  fuss.  She  likes  nothing 
better.  Louisa,  see  here.  Sit  still ! 
Honestly,  she  likes  to  do  it.  Are 
you  going  to  write  to  a  fellow  once 
in  a   while?" 

"Perhaps  so,"  said  Louisa,  looking 
pleased.  Louisa  Acton  was  not  Rob- 
ert Gray's  cousin,  although  from  her 
childhood,  living  next  door  and  play- 
ing constantly  with  "Bobby,"  she  had 
always  called  his  mother  aunt.  Both 
families  lived  in  a  small  New  Eng- 
land village,  from  which  Robert  had 
been  absent  only  during  four  college 
years.  He  was  now  going  to  the  far 
West  for  a  year  on  a  ranch  of  an 
uncle,  and  this  would  be  his  first 
long  absence  from  home. 

His  two  young  neighbors,  Louisa 
Acton  and  Alicia  Dale,  frankly  ad- 
mitted that  they  should  miss  him,  as 


well  they  might,  since  a  summer 
day  hardly  passed  without  their  joint- 
lv  or  separately  sharing  his  compan- 
ionship in  a  walk  or  climb,  or  row 
on  the  Saco  River.  Each  girl  was 
now  secretly  wondering  how  often 
Robert  would  write  to  the  other.  Not 
thai  there  was  jealousy  between  them  ; 
the  triple  intimacy  had  been  too  long 
continued  and  open   for  that. 

Mrs.  Gray  was  younger  than  her 
years,  and  particularly  enjoyed  the 
company  of  her  only  son's  friends, 
so  that  her  large  house,  with  its  spa- 
cious livingroom  and  wide  piazza, 
had  always  been  the  young  folks' 
common  meeting-ground.  "Tangle- 
wild"  was,  indeed,  like  an  ideal 
most  comfortable  camp.  It  stood  sur- 
rounded by  pines  and  spruce,  through 
which  the  mountain  air  blew,  de- 
liciously  fragrant.  Xo  plaster  had 
been  used  in  the  walls,  which  showed, 
in  varying  browns  or  grays,  the  beau- 
tiful grain  of  native  woods.  A  vast 
rock,  centuries  old.  formed  a  natur- 
al wall  to  the  cellar. 

On  stormy  days  the  living-room 
was  a  welcome  retreat,  with  its  open 
fireplace,  friendly  ranks  of  well-worn 
books,  and  a  piano  on  which  the  girls 
occasionally  played,  but  which  no  one 
dreamed  of  touching  if  Robert  were 
at  hand  to  draw  magic  from  the  keys. 
Best  of  all  were  the  wide  windows, 
giving  lovely  glimpses  of  hill  and 
valley,  even  though  the  pictures  were 
sometimes  pearled  with  rain. 

The  smaller  Acton  and  Dale  houses 
were  about  half  a  mile  distant,  to 
right  and  left,  one  in  the  direction  of 
Intervale,   the   other   toward    Conway. 

Louisa  Acton  was  of  medium 
height,  with  a  trim,  graceful  figure 
and  pretty  curves.  She  was  always 
correctly  dressed  for  the  occasion, 
small  or  great,  and  was  fond  of  light 
colors.     On    this    warm    morning    of 


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THE  (GRANITE  MONTHLY 


early     September    her   gown    was   of 

pale  lavender,  belted  with  white. 

"Let's  have  a  bit  of  a  stroll,"  said 
Kobert^  nsmg  and  approaching  the 
girl.  'Tome  down  by  the  veerv's 
nest.  There's  an  hour,— ves'  —  look- 
ing at  his  watch— "seventy-eight  min- 
utes  before   I    leave.     Come." 

Louisa  hesitated  a  moment.  looking 
up    at    him-     It    was    never    easy    for 
anyone   to    refuse    Robert    Gray'  any- 
thing.    Inclined  to  gayety  when  with 
his  familiars,  he  was  quiet  and  some- 
what reticent  when  among  strangers' 
but   even   they    felt   in    him    a   certain' 
magnetism,     and    now.     as    he    smiled 
clown   at    her.    Louisa,    his     long-time 
friend,  thought  she  had  never  seen  eyes 
of  such  Unfailing  sunshine.     She  felt 
an  unwonted  sinking  of  heart  as  she 
realized  how  empty  the  place  was  go- 
ing to  seem  without  him-    Why— there 
was     hardly     a  day     that   they     had 
not      played     around     together     since 
tne  year   when,   still   in   skirts,   Bobbv 
had     stoutly    protested     that    he    was 
quite   big   enough  to  pull   her   on   his 
sled.     \et    now    she    answered,  "No 
Robert.     This    last    hour    belongs    to 
your  mother." 
"Mother's  busy." 

"No,  she'll  be  down  in  a  few  min- 
utes,(  I'm  sure.     I  must  go    home.     I 
didn  t   mean   to   stay   so   long." 
"Well,  I'll  walk  along  with  you  " 
"You'd  better  not.     Think  of  what 
this    hour   means    to    Aunt    Helen." 

.1  'V\"dr,d?eS  Jt  mean  nothing  to  you, 
then?  Robert  asked  in  a  vexed  tone. 
He  added  before  her  embarassment 
coula  let  her  reply,  "I  shall  walk  as  far 
as  the  Big  Pine  anyway." 

They  started  off  together;  and  as 
Mrs  Gray  saw  them  from  Robert's 
window,  a  shadow  crossed  her  face- 

"Those    pesky    girls!"     said     Aunt 

Lizzie    looking   up    from   her   sewing. 

WJ     think      Louisa     hadn't     seen 

Robert  all  summer,  her  coming  up  here 

today  of  all  days!"  l 

"Oh  well."  said  Mrs.  Gray  toler- 
antly,    this  is  like  their  own  home  to 


the  girls.  They've  been  welcome  to 
run  in  and  out  here  since  thev  were 
tobies,  and  it  would  seem  strange  if 
thev  didn't  come  in  every  \lav 
Louisa's  a  very  unselfish  girl.  Every- 
body says  so." 

"Ves."  admitted  Aunt   Lizzie  with- 
out  enthusiasm. 

"She's  noted  for  making  sacrifices 
She  gave  up  college,  so  that  her  broth- 
er could  marry  earlier." 
Tl"Al!rd  a  mighty  poor  match  he  made' 
hat  Salhe  Acton's  a  slacker,  if  ever 
there  was  one.  Did  you  see  that  hat 
ot  hers  decked  out  like  a  vegetable 
garden  last  Sunday?  I  had  a  mind  to 
ask  her  what  cabbages  were  bringing 
She  didn  t  need  a  new  hat  any  more 
than  I  do." 

"I've  nothing  to  say  as  to  Sallie 
Acton's  hats,"  said  Mrs.  Gray.  "I'm 
more  interested  in  Robert's  at  this  ' 
moment.  So  far  as  1  can  make  out 
he  s  only  taking  the  one  on  his  head 
1  m  sure  he'll  need  his  tweed  cap" 
And  she  rummaged  about  in  the  closet 
until  she  found  it  on  an  upper  shelf. 
Having  placed  it  in  the  trunk,  she 
stood  regarding  thoughtfully  a  pen- 
ciled list  in  her  hand,  and  then,  with 
a  final  pat  to  the  now  neat  upper 
tray,  lowered  the  lid,  and  turned  the 
key. 

"I  can't  for  the  life  of  me  say," 
she  then  went  on,  turning  to  her  sis- 
ter-in-law, "why  I  can't  seem  to  warm 
up  more  to  Louisa.  She's  exemplarv. 
There  isn't  a  fault  one  can  pick  in 
her." 

"Hump!"  said  Aunt  Lizzie.  "I'm 
shy  of  these  perfect  folks.  Give  me 
somebody  with  half-a-dozen  honest 
faults." 

"There  are  plenty  of  such  folks  to 

be      found,"      laughed      Mrs.      Gray 

Here     conies     one    now,"     as    Alicia 

Uales     running     step    was    heard    on 

the  stairs. 

Robert  and  Louisa,  meanwhile,  had 
paused  on  a  cross-cut  toward  the 
road,  to  stand  for  a  moment  by  the 
now  deserted     nest     of     the     veery 


BY  THE  VEERY'S  NEST 


529 


The  nest  was  in  the  lowest  crotch  of 
a  vigorous  white  birch,  that  stretched 

its  glean  ling  white  arms  as  if  to  cool 
them  in  the  dark  enveloping  green  of 
the  pines.  Here  I.ousia  and  Alicia 
had  played  dolls  as  little  girls,  and 
here  Bobby  used  to  halt  his  small 
wooden  cait  to  unload  "groceries" 
for  the  dolls'  housekeeping.  Later 
the  veery  saw  the  advantages  of  the 
retreat  for  her  own  housekeeping, 
and  the  three  children  had  kept  un- 
tiring guard  of  her  nest. 

Then  as  the  boy  and  his  girl- 
neighbors  grew  older,  it  was  here 
they  met  for  secret  consultations  or 
friendly   talks. 

"When  you  come  home,  you'll  find 
the  veery  here  in  her  nest  before  you," 
said  Louisa. 

"1  shall  miss  you  girls  like  sin," 
said  Robert.  And  then,  looking  at 
Louisa,  at  her  blue  eyes  and  rose- 
petal  cheeks,  he  wished  he  had  put  it 
differently.  He  would  miss  Alicia, 
of  course. — who  wouldn't?  But, 
blame  it.  he  hadn't  known  it  would 
feel  like  this  to  say  good-bye  to  Louisa. 
And  now  she  had  turned  aside  into 
the  road,  and  he  must  follow,  though 
he  had  rather  they  had  stayed  by  the 
veery' s  nest. 

"Go  back  now,"  said  Louisa,  when 
they  had  walked  some  part  of  the 
way  in  silence.  "This  time  belongs 
to  your  mother." 

"Good-bye,  then,"  said  Robert- 
There  were  things  crowding  to  be 
said ;  but  he  could  not  say  them. 
They  shook  hands,  somewhat  formally, 
and  separated,  Louisa  walking  brisk- 
ly, and  Robert  slowly,  turning  more 
than  once  to  look  back  at  the  head 
showing  golden  in  the  sunlight,  and 
fluttering  lavender  skirts.  His  mind 
was  full  of  Louisa,  and  regret  at  the 
long  separation  ahead.  But  hers  had 
already  left  Robert,  and  had  turned 
to  half -solved  domestic  problems.  "I 
shall  be  late  about  dinner,"  she 
thought.  "Uncle  Dick  will  stop  over 
on  his  way  to  Kearsarge  Village.    "I'll 


use  the  peaches  for  the  dessert,  that  is 
if  Mother  can  eat  them."  Mrs.  Acton 
was  convalescing  from  a  recent  illness. 
Before  Robert's  slow  pace  brought 
him  to  his  own  door  he  saw  a  tall. 
dark-haired  girl  entering  one  of  the 
narrow  wood  paths  that  led  to  Tan- 
glewild,  and  a  bit  of  their  accustomed 
sunshine  came  back  into  his  eyes. 
"Alicia !"  he  called,  quickening  his 
steps,  but  the  girl  was  too  far  ahead, 
and  didn't  bear 

Chapter  II 

Alicia. 

.Alicia  Dale  hurried  into  the  Gray 
house,  and  finding  none  of  the  family 
downstairs,  ran  up  to  Mrs.  Gray  in 
Robert's  room. 

What  was  it  about  Alicia,  his  moth- 
er asked  herself.'  A  hairpin  had 
slipped  from  the  low  coil  of  dark- 
brown  hair,  and  a  curly  tendril  es- 
caped upon  her  neck  which  was  deeply 
tanned.  Her  white  cotton  waist  was 
snowy  to  be  sure,  but  there  was  a 
berry  stain  upon  her  dark  blue  skirt, 
and  one  of  her  shoes  had  become 
untied. 

She  threw  a  quick  smile  and  nod  to 
Aunt  Lizzie,  whose  face  immediately 
looked  less  grim,  and  then  threw  her 
arms  about  her  friend. 

"Oh  Mrs.  Gray,  I've  no  business 
to  come,  at  this  last  minute  so !  But 
I  can't  help  it.  I  must  see  Bob  to 
say  good-bye.  Oh,  but  I  hate  to  have 
him  go !  Why  do  people  go  and  make 
themselves  so  desirable?  Now  /  do 
better.  I  take  care  to  be  disagree- 
able every  now  and  then — say  once 
every  two  hours—  and  so — " 

"You  foolish  child!  Let  me  be! 
There's    Robert    now." 

"I'll  go,  I  will  really.  Aunt  Helen, 
soon   as    I've   seen   him." 

"No,  stay  now  you're  here.  I'd 
rather.  It  will  make  it  easier  when 
he  has  left.  What  an  old  fool  I  am, 
Alicia !  But  he's  my  only  boy.  And 
a  year  does  seem  an  eternity." 

"It  does !     It's  simply  horrid." 


530 


THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


"'It's  good  to  hear  you  say  that. 
Everybody  has  given  me  straight  lies 
about  it  for  the  last  week.  .You 
needn't  look  so  horrified.  Lizzie) 
Well,  Robert,  not  much  time  left." 
as  her  son  entered  the  room- 
Now  Alicia  knew  that  she  really 
ought  to   go.      But  she   didn't   stir. 

"We're  all  as  impatient  as  can  he!" 
she  said,  with  a  saucy  look.  "Xo 
more  meekly  asking  if  I  may  prac- 
tice on  your  piano !  I  shall  thump 
on  it  whenever  I  please." 

"Is  that  so,  Miss?'  said  Robert, 
coming  to  stand  in  front  of  her/'  Xot 
if  you  have  any  mercy  for  my 
mother !" 

"Oh,  poor  Aunt  Helen!  Well, 
then,  I  shall  ride  Hurricane  till  he 
looks  back  on  his  life  with  you  as  an 
idle  dream." 

"I've  lent  Hurrv  to  lack  Merriman 
till  I   get  back.   Ha !  Ha !" 

"Come  downstairs  with  me, 
Alicia,"  said  Aunt  Lizzie,  rising  and 
folding  her  work. 

"Must  T  ?"  asked  Alicia's  eyes 
turned  on  Mrs.  Gray. 

"Rob  and  I  haven't  any  last  sec- 
rets," said  his  mother.  "It's  almost 
time,  anyway,  for  his  going.  We 
had  our  final  say  last  night.  Don't 
forget,  if  you  have  a  cold,  there's 
rhinitis  in  the  little  medicine  case. 
Do  })C  careful  not  to  stay  out  in  wet 
clothes.  And  write  me  the  minute  you 
get   there. 

Robert  promised  everything.  Aunt 
Lizzie,  with  marked  displeasure  in  the 
look  she  threw  Alicia  in  passing,  had 
gone  to  her  own  room.  The  girl 
lowered  her  dark  lashes,  and  would 
not  understand.  But  she  turned  to 
the  window  and  stood  silent,  when,  at 
the  sound  of  carriage  wheels,  Robert, 
held  his  mother  close.  It  was  still  si- 
lently that  Alicia  turned  as  he  came  to 
her,  and  gave  him  her  firm  brown 
hand.  Her  eyes  were  sweet,  and  she 
threw  him  one  of  her  sudden 
smiles,  from  which  all  the  mischief 
had  fled. 


"Be  good  to  yourself,  old  Bob!  I'll 
stay    awhile    with    your    mother,"    she 

said. 

"Good-bye,  Alicia.  May  I  give 
her  a  kiss.  Mother?"  asked  Robert, 
smiling  over  his  shoulder  at  Mrs. 
Gray. 

"Xo.  Robert."  she  said  soberly. 
"Alicia's  a  big  girl  now." 

"Xot  so  very,"  said  Alicia,  pouting, 
"He's  a  whole  head  taller  than  I  am." 

But  the  kiss  was  not  given,  and 
they  all  went  downstairs,  and  out  to 
the  carriage.  Just  as  it  was  starting 
off.  Mrs.  Gray  remembered  a  letter 
she  wanted  her  son  to  post  in  the 
city,  and  hurried   indoors   to  get  it. 

Robert  and  Alicia  stood  waiting. 
The  driver,  an  ancient  villager  sup- 
posed to  be  stone  deaf,  was  deep 
in  a  newspaper. 

"Your  mother  said  you  mustn't," 
said  Alicia  in  a  low  voice. 

"Mustn't  what?"  asked  Robert  in- 
nocently. 

Alicia  looked  reproof.  Then  Rob- 
ert remembered,  hie  glanced  at  the 
driver,  whose  head  was  nodding.  He 
bent,  and  there  was  something  start- 
ingly  sweet  in  the  touch  of  that 
young  brown  cheek. ****He  was  off. 
The  carriage  had  hardly  passed  out 
of  the  driveway,  when  a  quavering 
song   came    from   the    front   seat. 

'"'If   I   were  what  the   words  are. 
And    love    were    like    the    tune, 
With   double  sound  and  single. 
Delight    our    lips    would    mingle. 
With    kisses    glad    as    birds    are 
That    get    sweet    rain    at    noon — 
If   I   were   what  the   words  are, 
And    love    were    like    the    tune.'  "    * 

The  face  of  the  young  man  on  the 
back  seat  crimsoned,  but  there  was 
nobody  to  see,  and  the  air  ceased  as 
suddenly  as   it  began. 

Alicia,  true  to  her  word,  stayed 
for  awhile  with  Mrs.  Gray,  talking 
of  what  they  would  do  to  make  the 
year  pass  more  quickly,  and  playing 
a    few    sprightly   airs   on    the   piano. 

*     Swinburne. 


IJY  THE  VEERY'S  NEST 


531 


But  she  broke  oil  abruptly  in  the 
middle  of  "All  the  blue  bonnets  are 
over  the  border,"  and  ran  away  to 
the-  veery's  nest.  There  in  the  crotch, 
close  by  the  nest,  was  the  little  brown 
volume  from  which  Robert  had  read 
yesterday  to  Louisa  and  her.  She 
drew  it  out.  and  smoothed  the  crum- 
bled leaves.  The  mark,  a  tiny  silver 
trillium  on  narrow  green  ribbon,  fell 
into  her  lap,  and  she  replaced  it,  re- 
solving to  leave  the  rest  of  the  story 
unread   until   Robert   should   return. 

Alicia  then  thought  she  would  go 
on  to  the  Acton's,  and  see  Louisa  for 
awhile.  But  first  she  touched  the 
nest  gently.  Oh,  that  it  were  Spring, 
and  the  veery  had  returned  ! 

The  book  in  her  hand,  she  entered 
the  Acton's  door.  "Where  are  you, 
Louisa."    she   called. 

"Don't  wake  Mother  up,  Alicia!" 
said  Louisa,  frowning  slightly,  as  she 
came  down  the  front  stairs.  "Come 
in  here-"  And  she  led  the  way  into 
the  back  parlor,  where  she  sat  down 
with  some  mending,  and  Alicia  threw 
herself  on  the  sofa.  "Did  you  see 
Robert    to    say    good-bye?" 

"Yes,  1  stayed  up  to  the  last  sec- 
ond.    Is't  it  Jiatciul  to  have  him  go!" 

"Oh,  Alicia,  1  do  think  you  ought 
to  have  come  away  sooner."  Alicia 
colored,  and  didn't  speak. 

"You  really  ought  not  to  have 
stayed,"  went  on  Louisa.  "His 
mother  must  have  counted  on  that  last 
hour  or  half-hour,  with  him,  just 
by  themselves.  I'm  surprised  you 
stayed,  Alicia." 

Still   Alicia  had  nothing  to  say. 

"It's  very  hard  for  me  to  say  this 
to  you,  Alicia,  but  it's  for  your  own 
good.  I've  noticed  for  quite  a  long 
time  that  you're  growing  selfish." 

After  she  had  said  this,  Louisa 
shut  her  lips  firmly,  till  her  lips  made 
a  straight  line.  Her  color  was  height- 
ened,  and   she  sewed    faster. 

Alicia  sat  up  straight,  the  plump 
pink  sofa  pillow  slipping  to  the  floor- 


Louisa    went   over   and   picked    it   up. 

"Oh,  Louisa,"  said  Alicia  in  a 
troubled  voice.  "Am  I  selfish?" 

"I'm  afraid  you  are.'" 

"Oh,  dear!****  Do  you  think 
Robert's  noticed  it?"  she  asked  after  a 
pause. 

"1  don't  see  that  it  matters  what 
Robert  notices.  The  tiling  is  for  you 
to  try  to  get  over  it." 

'"1  know;  but  do  you  think  so?" 

"Alicia,  you're  too  silly!  How  do 
/  know?  I've  noticed  it,  but  you  don't 
suppose  I've  talked  about  it  to  any- 
one." 

"Oh,  of  course  not.  But  oh,  Lou- 
isa, I  wish  I  wasn't  selfish!  I  see 
what  you  mean.  Yes,  I  see.  It  ivas  hor- 
rible of  me  to  stay  so!  I  do  see 
Aunt  Helen  must  hate  me,"  gloomily. 

"I  don't  think  Aunt  Helen  allows 
herself  to  hate  anyone.  But  you  un- 
doubtedly were  in  the  way.  I  wanted 
to   stay,    but    I    wouldn't   let    myself." 

Alicia  regarded  her  friend  admir- 
ingly. "Oh,  Louisa,  if  I  could  only 
he  like  you!  But  I'm  so  afraid  its 
in  me,  and  that  I  never  can  get 
it    out." 

"You'd  better  try"  said  Louisa 
"though  I  admit  it  would  have  been 
better  if  you  had  tried  when  you 
were  younger.  I'm  sorry  I  can't  stay 
with  you  now,  but  I  hear  Mother 
waking  up." 

She  rose  as  she  spoke,  folding  her 
work  neatly. 

"I'll  go,"  said  Alicia.  "It  was  nice 
of  you  to  tell  me.  You  must  have 
hated   to." 

"I  did,"  said  Louisa,  leaving  the 
room-  Alicia  slowly  left  the  house, 
and  with  bent  brown  head  passed 
through  the  trim  little  garden  and  out 
of  the  gate.  She  was  unusually 
quiet  and  thoughtful  the  rest  of  the 
day,  and  her  dog,  Tim,  looked  won- 
deringly  at  his  young  mistress  as,  for 
the  first  time,  she  made  no  response 
to  his  lively  advances. 

To  be  concluded. 


A  PROBLEM  IN  CONSTITUTIONAL. 
AMENDMENT 


By  L.  D.  White.  University  of  Chicago. 


The  successive  failures  in  1920 
and  1921  of  the  work  of  the  Con- 
stitutional Convention  of  New 
Hampshire  raise  the  question  of  the 
wisdom  of  the  present  method  of 
amendment  used  in  that  State.  In 
this  article  it  is  proposed  to  review 
the  evidence  which  hears  on  the 
matter,  the  general  trend  of  which 
seems  to  show  that  the  Xew  Hamp- 
shire constitution  is  now  almost, 
if   not   quite   impossible    to   amend. 

The  present  method  of  making 
changes  was  introduced  in  the  con- 
stitution of  1784,  and  somewhat  re- 
written in  the  constitution  of  1792. 
Every  seven  years  the  legislature 
proposes  the  question,  "Shall  there 
be  a  constitutonal  convention?"  If 
a  majority  of  the  qualified  electors 
voting  thereon  approve,  the  legis- 
lature proceeds  to  fix  the  date  of 
meeting.  Xo  amendment  propos- 
ed by  the  convention  becomes  part 
of  the  constitution  unless  approved 
by  two-thirds  of  the  qualified  elec- 
tors voting  on  the  proposition.  The 
legislature  has  no  power  to  propose 
amendments  and  no  express  power 
to    call    conventions    at    other    than 


the  seven  year  period,  although  it 
has  exercised  this  prerogative;  and 
there  is  no  popular  initiative  in 
Xew  Hampshire. 

Under  this  constitutional  pro- 
vision, constitutional  conventions 
have  been  held  in  1S51,  1876,  1889, 
1903,  1912.  and  1918-21.  The  ex- 
perience of  these  six  conventions 
seems  to  indicate  that  it  is  becom- 
ing increasingly  difficult  to  make 
the  existing  machinery  function. 
For  many  years  the  great  difficulty 
lay  in  securing  a  favorable  vote  at 
the  polls  for  calling  a  convention; 
then  followed  a  period  in  which  the 
legislature  assumed  the  right  to 
postpone,  or  failed  to  call  a  con- 
vention authorized  by  the  electors  ; 
more  recently  the  requirement  of 
a  two-thirds  popular  vote  has  be- 
come the  hurdle  which  wrecks 
prospective  amendments.  It  is  to 
the  latter  situation  that  attention 
is  here  directed. 

The  following  table  gives  data 
showing  the  result  of  the  popular 
vote  in  the  last  six  cases  in  which 
amendments    have    been    submitted. 

This   table   indicates   tiie    steadilv 


TABLE.    I. 
Result  of   popular   vote  on  Amendments   proposed  by   Convention. 

Year  Acce.iM.ed  %  Rejected  %        T< 

1877 
1889 
1903 
1912 
1920 
1921 


11 

84.6 

5 

71.4 

4 

40. 

4 

33.3 

0 

0. 

0 

0. 

2 

15.4 

13 

2 

28.6 

7 

6 

60. 

10 

8 

66.7 

12 

7 

100. 

7 

4 

100. 

4 

(The  elections  of  1851-52  are  omitted  from  this  and  succeeding  tables.  No  one 
of  die  fifteen  amendments  submitted  in  1851  received  even  a  majority  vote;  of  the 
three  amendments   re-submitted,   one   was   adopted.) 


COXSTITLTTOXAL  AMEN  DM  EXT  533 

increasing  difficulty  of  securing  the      same    indication    is   given    in    Tabic 
requisite  two-thirds  majority.     The      II. 

TABLE   II. 


Surplus   Votes  over  the   Required   Two-thirds    Majority. 


1921 — 

1920 —  , 

1912—  Proposition   VII  1913 

VIII  506 

X  675 

XI  1798  Average—  1223 

1903—  Proposition         I  4064 

II  2825 
IV  102 

VIII  2138  Average—  2282 

1889—  Proposition        I  5015 

II  4479 

III  3447 

IV  4236 

VII  1-437  Average—  3,723 

1877—  Proposition       II  6659 

III  3960 

IV  3389 
V  5568 

VI  1136 

VII  5 

VIII  5176 

•     "  IX  7152 

X  5194 

XI  4589 

XIII  7542  Average—  4,579 


It    is    interesting    to    observe    the  litical   society    there   will   be   a   pro- 

regularitv    of    the    declining      ratio,  gressive '     likelihood    of      finding    a 

which  fell  decade  by  decade  in   the  minority    of    one-third    against    any 

ratio  of  4,  3,  2.   1.  0.      It  can  hardly  proposition  for  change, 

be   deduced      from    these      declining  The    same    phenomenon      is    seen 

surpluses    that    the    pendulum    will  when   one   examines  particular  pro- 

never   swing   in   the   opposite   direc-  positions  on   which   a   popular   vote 

tion ;    but    it    may      nevertheless    be  has  been   repeatedly  taken, 

held  that  in  any  differentiating  po-  Have      the    conventions      held 

TABLE  III 
Per  Cent  of  Vote  in  Favor  of  Amendments 


in 


Year 

Size  of 
House 

SeCtari  rn 

Amendment 

Inc.  Tax 

Inheritance 

lie  in 

Pension 

1877 

62.1% 

1889 

58.0 

1503 

60.8% 

51.3 

66.9% 

1912 

66.0  . 

53.4 

64.6% 

65.5 

65.7 

58.37c 

1920 

63.3 

45.4 

60.4 

65.2 

63.6 

58.1 

1921 

56.5 

38.9 

44.1 

New  Hampshire  been  unrepresenta-  seem  to  indicate?  As  a  matter  of 
tive  to  such  a  degree  as  the  propor-  fact,  the  convention  has  reflected 
tion   of   popular      rejections      might      with  unusual  faithfulness     the     ma- 


534 


THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


jority  opinion     of  the   state.       The      stood   the  desires  of  their  constitu- 
tollowmg  summary     indicates     how      ents. 
nearly  the  conventions  have  under- 

TABLE  IV. 


Year 

Ai 

tl: 

idmenu 
os<    vo) 

•    r<    eiving    majorit 
ing   on   proposition 

y     of 

A  1)16 

nclments    failing    to    receive    majority 
thrse    v   t;    ..    .  .      the     >  ..   oB  t 

1877 

1889 
1903 

1912 
1920 
1921 

13 
6 

9 
12 

7 

2 
49 

0 

1 
1 

0 

1 

2 
5 

Jt  thus  appears  that  since  187/  in 
only  live  instances  have  a  majority 
of  the  voters  voting-  on  constitution- 
al amendments  failed  to  approve 
the  work  of  the  convention.  There 
has  been  and  is  a  persistent  desire 
to  reduce  the  size  of  the  House  of 
Representatives,  to  reform  the 
revenue  system,  to  remove  obsolete 
sectarian  references  from  the  con- 
stitution— desires  which  the  con- 
ventions have  again  and  again  rec- 
ognized only  to  find  their  work  de- 
feated at  'the  polls  by  a  small 
minority. 

_  The  total  vote  cast  at  four  elec- 
tions on  the  proposition  to  reduce 
the  size  of  the  House  was,  in  favor 
120,567;  against,  75,413;  on  the  pro- 
position to  strike  out  certain  sec- 
tarian references,  voted  en  five 
times,  in  favor  123,739,  against  108,- 

TABLE  V. 

Shoving   Ratios   b>    Counties  on   Constitutional    Amendn-. 

as  greater  or   less  than  the   ratio   for  the  State. 


319;  on  an  income  tax,  three  elec- 
tion.-, in  favor,  91,118;  against,  76,- 
S19;  on  an  inheritance  tax,  four 
elections,  in  favor,  108,1  IS-  asrainst 
73.7-00.  ' 

Examination  of  the  vote  by  coun- 
ties throws  some  light  on  those 
parts  of  the  state  where  the  propor- 
tion of  votes  for  and  against  amend- 
ments is  greater  or  less  as  the  case 
may  be.  The  proportion  of  the  af- 
firmative to  the  negative  vote  has 
been  found  for  each  county  on  each 
proposition  from  1889  to  1912  in- 
clusive, as  well  as  for  the  state  as  a 
whole.  Twenty-nine  propositions 
were  before  the  electors  during  this 
period.  The  following  table  shows 
the  relative  standing  of  the  ten 
counties  as  compared  with  the  ratio 
for  the  state  as  a  whole. 


1S89-1912  incluf 


County 


Belknap 

Carrol! 

Cheshire 

Coos 

Grafton 


Hillsborough 

Merrimack 
Rockingham 
Strafford 
Sullivan 


17 

12 

20 

9 

0 

24 

13 

16 

18 

11 

From  this  table  it  appears  that 
strong  support  for  constitutJonal 
amendment  can  be  found  in  Graf- 
ton, Cheshire,  Belknap  and  Merri- 
mack  Counties   while   on    the   other 


hand,  Rockingham  and  Carrol! 
Counties  will  normally  reduce  the 
majorities    secured    elsewhere. 

The     amendments      which      have 
been  successful  in  the  last  three  con- 


CONSTITUTIONAL  AM  ENDMENT 


535 


ventions    have    by    no    means    been      with  the  surplus  vote  over  the  re- 
the  most  important.     There  follows      quired  two-thirds  majority, 
a    statement    of    these    amendments, 

TABLE   VI. 


1021— 
1920— 
1912— 


1903—        Prop. 


VII 

VIII 

X 

XI 

I 

II 
III 

VII 


Of  these  only  propositions  one, 
three,  and  seven  in  1903  raised  any 
fundamental  question  ;  and  the  nar- 
row margin  of  success  in  the  case 
of  the  inheritance  tax  should  be  ob- 


Xone  approved 
None  approved 
Disqualification    fur   violation   of 

election   laws  1,913 

Plurality  elections  506 

Jurisdiction   of   police   courts  675 
Changing     basis  of  representation 

from   ratable  polls   to   population  1,798 

Literacy   test    for   voting  4,064 

Exam,     for     military     appointees  2,825 

Inheritance   Tax  102 

Anti-Trust  2.13S 

served. 

On  the  other  hand,  during  this 
same  period  the  following  proposi- 
tions have  been  defeated. 


TABLE  VII. 


Propcsitic 
Voted  on 


No.  of  votes 
less  than  2-3 


1921—  Pror 


1920—        Prop. 


1912—        Prop. 


1903—         Prop. 


I 

II 

III 

IV 

I 

II 

III 

IV 

V 

VI 

VII 

I 

II 
III 

IV 

V 

VI 

IX 

XII 

III 

V 

VI 

VII 

IX 


Income    tax  15,353 

Inheritance    tax  11,864 

Reduction  of   House  Representatives  5.422 

Eliminating    word    "male"  6,000 

Income   tax  4,766 

Inheritance    tax  1,010 

Item  Veto  2,252 

Reduction  of  House  Representatives  2,5-48 

Re-conscientious     Objectors  9.029 

Anti- Sectarian  16,491 

Pensions  6,511 
Reduction  of    House   Representatives        168 

Size  of  Senate  2.806 

Tax    on    Intangibles  721 

Inheritance    Tax  989 

Corporation    Tax  367 

Anti- Sectarian  4,025 

Pensions  2,057 

Item   Veto  236 
Appointment  of  Commissary  General       738 

Jurisdiction    of    Police    Courts  947 

Anti-Sectarian  4.9-18 

Woman   Suffrage  10,162 

Reduction   in   size   of   House  1,948 


By  no  means  all  of  these  pro- 
positions are  of  first  class  impor- 
tance; but  some  of  them  relate  to 
almost  indispensable  changes  in  the 
constitution.  This  is  particularly 
true  of  the  proposals  for  an  income- 


tax,  for  a  modernized  inheritance 
tax.  for  the  reduction  in  the  size  of 
the  House  of  Representatives,  and 
for  a  system  of  pensions.  All  of 
the<e  propositions  have  been  ap- 
proved two  or  more  times  by  a  ma- 


536 


Tllk  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


jority  of  those  voting  on  the  amend- 
ments. 

The  above  analysis  raises  very 
clearly  the  question  whether  the 
first  concern  of  these  who  have  the 
welfare  of  New  Hampshire  at  heart 
is  not  to  agitate  for  an  easier  meth- 
od of  constitutional  amendment. 
A  financial  crisis  has  failed  to  move 
the  existing'  machinery;  and  the  in- 
terests of  the  state  are  now  suffer- 
ing on  account  of  the  unchangeable 
provisions  of  an  eighteenth  century 
constitution. 

Only  one  attempt  to  alter  the 
existing  provisions  for  constitution- 
al amendment  has  ever  been  made. 
In  1851  a  convention  proposed  to 
permit  the  State  legislature  once 
in  six  years,  to  propose  amend- 
ments to  the  electors,  to  be  approv- 
ed by  them,  however,  only  if  two- 
thirds  of  those  voting  on  the  pro- 
position acquiesced.  This  was  de- 
feated by  a  vote  of  13.223  ayes  to 
26.165  noes.  The  Convention  of 
1903  defeated  plans  for  legislative 
submission  of  amendments  by  a 
vote  of  41  to  276;  the  Convention 
of  1912  killed  a  similar  plan  by  a 
vote  of  65  to  189;  the  Convention 
of  1918-21  paid  little  attention  to 
five  different  proposals  along  this 
line,  onlv  one  of  which  went  so  far 


as  to  affect  the  two-thirds  rule. 

New  Hampshire  is  the  only  St  it  ■ 
in  the  Union  in  which  the  power  to 
propose  amendments  is  not  vest-.'! 
expressly  or  by  implication  in  the 
legislature.  The  awkwardness  of 
calling"  a  convention  whenever  any 
issue  pushes  itself  into  the  fore- 
ground has  often  been  pointed  out. 
The  undesirable  features  of  this 
situation  were  apparent  in  the  New- 
Hampshire  Convention  of  1918-21. 
The  Convention  was  called  to  deal 
with  one  issue,  taxation,  to  which 
was  added  the.  perennial  problem 
of  Xew  Hampshire  politics,  the  size 
of  the  lower  House.  The  election 
of  delegates  revealed  the  lack  of 
popular  interest  in  the  whole  affair. 
The  four  hundred  odd  delegates 
were  elected  from  295  constituen- 
cies. Of  these  two  elected  no  dele- 
gates, sixty-eight  were  uncontested, 
and  sixty-six  more  were  virtually 
uncontested.  These  sixty-six  con- 
stituencies either  polled  a  vote  of 
less  than  fifteen,  or  the  second 
candidate  received  less  than  one- 
fifth  of  the  vote  secured  by  the  suc- 
cessful candidate.  The  following 
table  classifies  the  constituencies  ac- 
cording to  the  total  vote  cast  in 
each. 


TA1JLE   VIII. 


Total     Vote     Cast 


of     Constituencies 


0 

1  -    25 

26  -     50 

51  -  100 
101  -  200 
201    and    greater 


The  President  of  the  Convention 
was  elected  by  a  vote  of  205.  The 
largest  vote  cast  for  any  successful 
candidate  was  619;  the  smallest  was 
3.  Three  members  were  returned 
by  a  vote  of  three;  in  one  case 
there  was  no  contest,  in  the  other 
two  cases  the  opponent  polled  two 
votes.        Another   member      was   re- 


turned with  four  votes,  another 
with  five.  The  average  constituen- 
cy from  the  eleven  cities  of  the 
State  was  1,186;  from  the  twenty- 
five  smallest  towns,  183. 

When  no  dramatic  issues  arise  in 
quick  succession,  the  periodic  con- 
vention meeting  every  seven  years 
will  sometimes  be  borne  into  a  dead 


CONSTITUTIONAL  AMENDMENT  537 

calm;    the    breeze    stirred    up    by    a  chusetts  are   accustomed   to  depend 

single   issue   will      not   disturb      the  on  the  General  Court  of  that  State. 

quiet     surface     of  public     opinion.  When  the  Convention  passes  out  of 

Such    isolated    issues      should      be  the  realm  of  the  automatic,  it   may 

handled   by    the   device   adopted    by  be    supposed    that    greater    interest 

every  other  American  State;  initia-  will   be   attracted   to     it   on   the   oc- 

tion  of  an  amendment  when  neces-  casion  when  a  convention  really  be- 

sary  by  the  legislature,  approval  or  comes    necessary;    but    in    order    to 

rejection     by  the     electors.       With  avoid   the   astounding  condition    re- 

this  method  of  action  at  its  disposal.  vealed    in    the    foregoing    table,    in 

New      Hampshire      could      dispense  which    it    appeared    that    fifty-eight 

with  a  convention     meeting     every  members     were     commissioned     by 

seven   years,   and      rely      upon      the  less    than    twenty-five    voters    each, 

legislature      to      call    a      convention  the    basis    of    representation    in    the 

when   necessary,   as   the   citizens    of  Convention  should  be  changed  from 

the    neighboring   State     of      Massa-  the   town   to   some   larger   unit. 


A  CHRISTMAS  WISH 

By  George  Henry  Hubbard 
Illicit  shall  be  my  Christmas  uish   for  thee? 

A  merry   life,   that   sparkles   brook-like  as   it  goeth? 

Ah,  no!  I  wish  thee  peace,  that  like  a  river  fioweth. 

Divinely    deep.      Abundance?      Riches?       Gifts    un- 
sparing? 

Say  rather,  little  with  content,  thus  equal   sharing 

God's    bounty    with    thy    brothers.     Light    and    easy 
burden? 

Nay ;    strength    to    carry    more,    that    so     thy     daily 
guerdon 

Ma}'    greater    be.    Unfailing    health?      Surcease    of 
sorrow-  ? 

Not    these,   dear   friend,   but   grace    with    each   new- 
coming    morrow 

To   bear   thy   pains   and    change   to   pearls   thy   tear- 
drops   streaming. 

So     be     this     hallowed     Christmastide     a    true     fore- 
gleaming 

Of  fadeless  Xew  \  ear  joy  and  bliss  for  thee! 


538  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

BACK  HOME 

By  Catherine  A.  Dole 

Let's  go  back   East,  to  Tansyville — 

You  and  me  and  him — 

Before  that  youngster  gels  too  big 

To  crawl  out  on   a   limb. 

Those   swings  and   rings   and   ladder   things 

Are  tame,  it  seems  to  me, 

To  what  a  fellow  feels  who  climbs 

High,  high   up,  in   a   tree! 

I'll  stump  the  boy  to  climb  my  tree 

Out  by  the  pasture  bars. 

He'll  do  it  too!  He's  got  the  pluck. 

His  eyes  will  shine  like  stars! 

Let's  hustle  up  and  get  back  there 

Before  the  sugarin's  done! 

There's  sap  in  those  old  maples  yet; 

I  want  to  hear  it  run. 

Then  let's  bun*   up  our  Mayflower  patch 

Down  by  the  Boston  Lot. 

'Member  what  happened  there,  one  day? 

I'll  bet  youVe  not  forgot! 

I  led  you  right  off  through  the  woods, 

So  warm  and  sweet  and  wet. 

And  when  you  saw  that  bank  of  flowers ! 

I  hear  your  "Oh  John!"  yet. 
Your  hands  went  fluttering  out  toward  them- 
I  stood  and  watched  your  face — 
"O  John!"  you  said,  "O  John!  O  John!" 
Like  that — —Come  kiss  me,  Grace! 
Yes  let's  go  back  to  Tansyville. 
I  want  to  go  to  church. 
•■  It's  eight  years,  now,  since  we  went  off 

And  left  'em  in  the  lurch. 
I  don't  see  how  they've  got  along 
Without  us,  all  this  while. 
Say,  won't  they  stare  when  you  and  I 
And  Son  sail  down  the  aisle? 
Out  here,  no  matter  where  you  look, 
There's  man's  work,  everywhere; 
But  there  are  rocks  and  mountain  tops 
That  man  can't  touch,  back  there. 
Here,  we  have  ships  on  every  lake, 
Mills  on   each   waterfall — 
I   want  a   little   lonely  pond — 
Just  beautiful,  that's  all. 
When  we  look  up  at  Percy  Peaks — ■ 
Don't  you  remember,  Grace? 
And  how  it  makes  you  feel   to  see 
That  grand,  calm  Old  Stone  Face? 
I  want  to  breathe  the  air  again 

Fresh  from  the  face  of  God ! 

Grace  girl,  pack  up ! 

And  don't  forget  my  rubber  boots  and  rod! 


NEW  HAMPSHIRE  POETRY  539 

SHADOW  OF  THE  WOLF 

By  Agnes  Ryan 

Yes,  I  knew  we  c  light  to  work 
And  scrimp  and  save. 
We'll  never  get  anywhere 
If  we  don't. 
That's  what  my  father 
Used  to  tell  my  mother. 
He  taught   her   not   to   want   a   ribbon 
Every  time  he  went  to  town. 
And  not  to  want  to  go  herself. 
He  taught  her,  as  I  reckon 
You'll  teach  me. 

He  said  you  had  to  save  the  pennies 
And  work  all  the  time— like  Hell— 
If  you  expected  to  get  anywhere. 
He  wanted  a  living  and  a  home, 
And  then  he  wanted  money 
In   the   bank  for  burial. 
He  saved  and  worried  until  the  end. 
And   when   he   died   there   was  still 
A  little  mortgage- 
Enough  to  vex  and  worry  and  make  his  work 
Seem  like  a  failure. 
Then  mother  got  to  thinking 
That  all  she  wanted  out  of  life 
Was  a  hundred  dollars — 
To  buy  a  casket 
And   provide  her  decent  burial. 
Wasn't   it   like   that 
With  your  father  and  your  mother? 
It's  so  with  every  one  I  know. 

Well,  I  don't  think  I  want 

To  live  like  that. 

I  often  think  I'd  like  the  Poor-House ; 

And  I  have  known  of  Death  so  long 

I   think   that   I'd   not  fear  him 

But   might   instead,   forgetting 

How  awful  people  think  him, — 

I  might  clap  my  hands  and  smile 

As  at  a  friend,  if  I  should  see  him  coming. 

Anyway,  I  don't  want  to  bother 

About  my  burial,  about  saving,  saving — 

I  want  to  live, 

To  live  and  love 

And  have  a  good  time  in  the  sun. — 

If  we've  got  to  be  poor, 

Let's  go  far  into  the  country. 

Away  from  the  shadow  of  cold  buildings — 


540  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

We  can  walk  if  it  costs  too  much — 
For  there  the  sun  and  air  are  free, 
And  if  it's  cold,  well,  it  will  be  clean  cold. 
.And  anyway,  the  summer  there  is  just  as  long- 
As   in   the   city. — 

To  live- -let  us  live  and  love 

And    when    I   die    111   want 

No  trappings  of  a   burial. 

Don't   ever   bury  me. 

When  my   time  comes 

Just  let  the  clean  waves  wash  over  me. 

Carry  me  where  they  may, 

Dissolve  me,  resolve  me 

Back  to  the  common  clay; 

Or  let  me  seek  a  lone  high  hill, 

Afar,  afar, 

And  lay  me  down  beneath  the  sky, 

With  or  without  a  star, 

Where  all  of  Heaven's  winds  may  blow 

And  with  me  have  their  will, 

And  sun  and  rain  beat  down 

To  cleanse  and  dry  and  whiten  all  my  bones. 

It   we've  been  happy,  you   and   1, 

What   will   it  matter  where   we  lie? 


THE  HOMELAND 

By  Marjorie  Packard 

The  Rhine  is  cool  and  green  and  wide; 

The  Aar  milk-white   with   foam; 
But  gently  run  by  widowed  banks 

The  little  streams  of  home. 

Domes  and   turrets,  storied  spires, 

Tower  o'er   might}-   Rome: 
Old  elm  trees  arch  the  drowsy  streets 

in  me  lit-uc  to  ..  u.  ^ 

Sunset  on  the  Alpine  heights 
Crimsons  each  silvered  dome; 

How  soft  and  near  at  eventide 
The  little  hills  of  home. 

Oh  brave  and  gay  are  the  sights  you  see 
As  abroad  in  the  world  you  roam  ; 

But  it's  sweet  to  see  the  green  hills 
And  the  quiet  streets  ot  home. 


NEAV  HAMI'SliiKK  POETRY  541 

TRADE'S  TEMPLE 

By  Jean   M.  Batchelor 

The  sun  of  summer,  falling' 

Upon  the  city  square, 

Is  caught  as   in  a   cauldron 

Of  blazing  walls;  the  air 

With  pulsing  heat  is  shaken 

And  all  the  street  with  flame 

Seems  paved  as  was  the  furnace 

From   which   unhurt   there   came 

Through  the  court  of  Babylon 

Walking  slow 

Shadrach,  Meshach  and  Abednego. 

Yet  Babylon  the  golden 

Is  du^t  and  driven  sand, 

And   we   where   newer   walls   are   built 

Walk  in  another  land 

From   that  where   Daniel's  comrades 

Refused  to  bow  them  down 

Before   the  alien   altars 

Of  an  unholy  town, 

Or  kneel  to  dark  divinities 

Of  silver  and  of  stone. 

For  we,   in  adoration' 

Daily   before   a    throne 

Unseen,   with   ceremonial 

Of  purchase  and  of  price. 

Oiler  ourselves  to  ancient  gods 

As  living  sacrifice. 


THE  OLD  MAN  OF 
THE  MOUNTAIN 

By  Eleanor  Baldwin 

God  modeled  him  with  mallets  of  the  rain  ; 
God  welded  him  with  shining  of  the  sun; 
And.  wii.h  the  tirst  heroic  lines  begun, 
He  held  a  heavier  hammer,  and  amain 
He  wrought  there  with  the  driving  hurricane, 
Wielding  strong  blows  until  the  task  was  done. 
God  saw  that  he  was  good  and  softly  spun 
Rich  robes  of  greenness  where  the   rocks  had 

lain. 
Grey-hewn  and  lone  he  dwells  upon  the  height, 
Peaceful  with  silence,  and  as  one  who  waits, 
His  still  gaze  ever  southward  to  the  site 
Where  that  great  goddess  of  our  Eastern  gates 
Raises  one  lustrous  aim  to  shed  the  light 
Of  benediction  on   a   nation's   fates. 


542  TUT.  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

DAY— DAWN— DUSK 

By  Louise  K.  Pugh 

Dawn  and  a  freshening-  breeze 

And  a  bird's  first  drowsy  note — 

Dawn  and  the  breeze  and  the  bird  are  here, 

Vou  nre  not.     There's  an  ache  in  my  throat 

Day  and  a  glowing  sun 

And  the  noise  of  a  passing  cart — 

Day  and  the  sun  and  the  cart  are  here, 

You  are  not.     There's  an  ache  in  my  heart; 

Dusk  and  a  flickering  fire 
And    tiie    kettle    singing   for   tea — 
Dusk  and  the  kettle  and  fire  are  here, 
You  are  not.     But  there's  memory. 


THE  GRACIOUS  LOVER 

By  Louise  Paitcrson-Guyol 

Small  wonder  that  roses  love  wind ! 

Clean-winged,   beautiful,  free, 
He  passes  them  white  as  romance, 

Swift  as  the  sea. 

But  wonder  at  this:  that  the  wind 
Can  pause  in  his  infinite  flight 

To  ruffle  the  locks  of  a  rose, 
To  kiss  her  good-night ! 


SONNET 

By  Louise  Patterson-Guyol 

I   used   to   love   pale   colors,   gentle   tints, 

Delicate  shades  of  blue  and  lavender, 

Faint-blushing  flowers   that   held   but   whispers,   hints 

Of  pink  as  timid  as  the  blossoms  were, 

I  used  to  love  the  tender  look  of  pearls; 

The  opal  charmed  me  with  its  smoky  light. 

I  loved  the  spring-tide  months,  like  fair-haired  girls; 

The  pastel  dusk;  things  that  were  not  too  bright. 

Now — I  love  you!  and  lit  by  sudden  flame, 
A   vivid   world   starts   up   against   the   sky. 
With  you  a  surge  of  mighty  color  came: 
Of  you  the  scarlet  lips  of  autumn  cry, 
Bold  golden  tulips,  rubies  keen  of  hue. 
All  glowing  radiant  beauty  shouts  of  you! 


EDITORIAL 


With  the  publication  of  the 
poems  printed  in  this  issue  of  the 
Granite  Monthly  the  contest  for 
the  prize  generously  ottered  by  Mr. 
Brookes  More  closes,  and  the  judges. 
Professor  Katharine  Lee  Bate.-,  Air. 
William  Stanley  Braithwaite  and 
former  Governor  John  II.  Bartlett, 
will  act  in  the  making  of  the  $50 
award.  The  nation-wide  display  of 
interest  in  the  contest,  as  shown  by 
the  printing  of  poems  from  almost 
ever}-  state  in  the  Unon,  as  well  as 
from  foreign  countries,  must,  be 
highly  gratifying  to  Mr.  More,  as 
it  certainly  has  been  to  the  editor 
and   publisher   of   this   magazine. 

One  of  its  results  has  been  the 
inclusion  of  the  Granite  Monthly 
for  the  first  time  in  the  list  of 
magazines  recognized  by  Mr. 
Braithwaite  in  the  choice  of  the 
best  American  verse  for  his  annual 
anthology.  As  recently  reported 
in  the  Boston  Transcript  he  has 
named  six  poems  printed  in  the 
Granite  Monthly  during  1921  as 
worthy  of  mention  in  a  survey  of 
the  whole  held  of  American  periodi- 
cal literature  for  that  period.  This 
is  a  surprisingly  good  showing  for 
a  little  state  monthly  of  limited 
size  and  field  and  could  not  have 
been  achieved  without  the  stimulus 
of  the  More  prize. 

An  interesting  feature  of  the  con- 
test has  been  the  number  of  letters 
the  editor  has  received  from  read- 
ers of  the  magazine,  expressing 
their  preference  for  this  or  that 
poem  included  in  the  contents  and 
the  hope  that  it  may  win  the  prize. 
We  would  like  to  hear  from  others 
on  this  line  and  to  bring  this  about 
we  offer  a  copy  of  a  bound  volume 
of  a  past  year  of  the  magazine  to 
every  reader  who  nominates  in  a 
letter  to  the  editor,  the  poem  which 
finally  wins  the  award  from  the 
board  of  judges.    Xo  red  tape;  just 


drop  a  line  to  the  Granite  Monthly, 
Concord,  X.  11.,  saying  which  of 
the  poems  it  printed  in  1921  you 
liked  the  best.  If  your  preference 
coincides  with  that  of  the  judges 
the   book  will   be  sent  you  at  once. 

A  friend  whose  name  we  hope  to 
print  later  gives  us  a  prize  of  $25 
for  another  modest  contest  which 
ought  to  prove  interesting  and 
which  will  have  but  three  rules  to 
govern  it.  It  will  be  awarded  for 
the  best  piece  of  original  prose 
composition  contributed  to  the 
Granite  Monthly  during  the  year 
1922  by  a  student  in  a  New  Hamp- 
shire preparatory  school  which 
means  any  institution  of  learning  in 
the  state  except  Dartmouth  and 
Xew  Hampshire  colleges  and  the 
Plymouth  and  Keene  normal 
schools.  The  article  may  be  fact 
or  fiction;  a  story  or  an  essay;  a 
descriptive  article,  a  discussion  of 
some  timely  topic  or  a  piece  of  his- 
torical research.  It  will  stand  a 
better  chance  of  publication  if  it 
deals  with  Xew  Hampshire,  but 
this  is  not  an  absolute  requirement. 
Contributions  to  the  contest  will 
not  be  paid  for  except  in  the  award 
of  the  prize. 

We  have  in  mind  a  new  semi- 
editorial  department.  Xew  Hamp- 
shire Day  by  Day,  for  the  Granite 
Monthlv  of  1922,  which  we  hope  to 
make  of  interest  and  value ;  and 
have  in  hand  several  manuscripts 
from  old  and  new  contributors 
which  we  like  and  think  our  readers 
will.  The  publisher  finds  probable 
a  minute  balance  on  the  right  side 
of  the  ledger  December  31.  So  we 
will  strive  to  keep  afloat  for  one 
more  year  at  least  the  little  Xew 
Hampshire  craft  which  began  its 
venturesome  voyage  through  the 
stormy  seas  of  magazine  publica- 
tion in   187S. 


BOOKS  OF  NEW  HAMPSHIRE  INTEREST 


"One  reason  why  i  like  everything 
Mrs.  Keyes  writes  is  because  it  is 
all  so  human,"  said  recently  one  who 
has  been  reading  the  printed  word  in 
all  its  forms  from  law  honks  to  love 
stories  for  70  years.  And  certainly 
the  adjective  used  is  a  good  one  to  ap- 
ply to  the  characters  in  her  latest  book. 
"The  Career  of  David  Xohle"  (Fred- 
erick A.  Stokes  Company,  New  York). 
The  man  from  whom  the  story  takes 
its  title — he  can  hardly  he  called  its 
hero — is  very  human  in  the  uncon- 
scious selfishness  with  which  he  sub- 
ordinates everything  and  everybody  to 
his  career.  The  heroine — unani- 
mously so  voted — is  just  as  human 
in  her  straightforward  desire  for.  love 
and  life  and  happiness.  And  Pa 
and  Ma  and  Su>ie  Xoble  are  our 
friends  and  neighbors — real  gold  in 
rough  granite  settings — in  every  New 
Hampshire  town. 

The  story  is  of  absorbing  interest 
and  though  it  is  a  pretty  constant 
tug  on  one's  heartstrings  the  happy 
ending  comes  in  300  pages  and  is 
sufficiently  emotional  to  stir  the  most 
blase.  Readers  of  Mrs.  Keyes's  pre- 
vious book,  "The  Old  Grey  Home- 
stead," and  of  her  Granite  Monthly  se-' 
rial,  "The  Sequel,"  will  welcome  the 
re-appearance  of  some  of  the  char- 
acters of  those  stories  in  "The  Ca- 
reer of  David  Xoble."  Bobby  Hutch- 
inson we  are  especially  glad  to  meet 
once  more  and  to  be  given  a  promise 
of  the  happine>s  for  him  that  "The 
Sequel"  denied. 

Readers  of  this  magazine  will  be 
foremost,  also,  in  appreciation  of  the 
dedication  of  the  new  book  "to 
Henry  Wilder  Keyes,  whose  career, 
from  selectman  of  Haverhill,  Xew 
Hampshire,  to  United  States  Senator 
from  Xew  Hampshire,  has  been  a 
source  of  deep  pride  and  great  joy 
to  those  who  know  him.  but  most 
of  all  to  his  wife" 


Nine  one  act  plays  by   Miss   Alice 

Brown,  a  daughter  of  Xew  Hamp- 
shire whose  achievements  in  almost 
all  branches  of  literature  are  a  source 
of  pride  to  her  native  state,  have 
been  collected  in  a  volume  published 
by  the  Macmillan  Company,  Xew 
York.  "Joint  Owners  in  Spain."  pro- 
duced at  the  Chicago  Little  Theatre 
in  1913,  is  most  frequently  seen  upon 
the  stage  because  the  blend  of  its  hu- 
mor and  pathos  is  more  obvious, 
easier  to  "put  over,"  than  in  the  case 
of  most  of  its  companions  in  this 
collection.  It  is,  in  fact,  one  of  the 
author's  unsurpassed  Xew  England 
sketches,  truthful  and  appealing, 
placed  in  stage  form  and  suffering 
little  or  no  loss  of  charm  by  the 
change. 

Striking  an  entirely  different  note, 
"The  Hero,"  produced  by  the  Stuart 
Walker  Company  in  Indianapolis  in 
May.  1918,  was  as  real  a  bit  of  drama 
as  the  war  produced.  "The  Sugar 
House."  produced  by  the  Washington 
Square  Players  in  Xew  York  in  1916, 
takes  us  back  in  the  Xew  England 
hills  again  and  shows  that  the  gamut 
of  character  can  be  run  as  easily  in 
a  rural  neighborhood  as  in  the  great- 
est city. 

The  city  furnishes  the  locale  for 
some  of  the  other  plays,  "The  Crim- 
son Lake."  for  instance,  being  the  title 
of  a  Bohemian  restaurant  in  Xew 
York  as  well  as  of  the  piece  whose 
action  takes  place  within  its  walls. 
The  settings,  however,  are  immaterial 
save  that  rural  dialogue  as  Miss 
Brown  writes  it  rings  more  true  than 
we  are  accustomed  to  hear  it  or  read 
it.  The  substance  of  the  plays  is  deep 
in  the  hearts  of  all  men  and  women 
everywhere. 

The  American  stage  has  taken  too 
little  note  of  the  one  act  play.  It 
is  good  to  have  these  of  Miss  Brown's 
collected  and  preserved  as  a  proof  of 


hOOK   OF   X.   H.  INTEREST 


545 


...,..':  work  already  clone  and  an  en- 
couragement for  others  to  follow  this 
!>ath  of  worthy  artistic  endeavor. 


There  is  no  man  writing  today  who 
can  tell  a  better  football  story  than  can 
Ralph  D.  Paine  of  Durham.  New 
Hampshire,  one  reason  being  that  no 
one  could  have  a  better  preparation 
than  his  for  such  authorship.  Winner 
of  the  "Y"  at  New  Haven  some  30 
vears  ago,  he  "did  sport"  afterwards 
for  metropolitan  newspapers,  and 
while  he  quit  that  game  a  long  time 
ago  for  hook  and  magazine  writing, 
the  chalk-marked  gridiron  has  retained 
a  warm  place  in  his  heart  and  some 
of  his  best  short  stories  and  no\cls 
have  had  heroes  wearing  moleskins 
and  head-guards-  Xo  one  of  them 
makes  a  stronger  appeal  to  the  general 
reader  or  to  the  football  expert  than 
does  "Bowman  McMurray,"  the  lead- 
ing character  in  "First  Down.  Ken- 
tucky," (  Houghton  Mifflin  Company.) 
In  1920  a  hand  of  football  warriors 
journeyed  from  little  old  Center 
College  in  the  blue  grass  country  to 
Cambridge  and  gave  Harvard  a  spen- 
did  battle  in  the  stadium.  There  was 
a  picturesque  and  plucky  streak  in 
these  "praying  colonels"  which  ap- 
pealed to  Mr.  Paine  so  much  that  he 
went  down  to  Danville  and  obtained 
material  for  the  novel  here  mentioned. 
How  much  of  it  is  fact  and  how 
much  fiction  is  of  no  consequence  in 
appraising  its  merits  as  a  story.  But 
the  fact  that  "Bo"  and  "Red"  and 
the  rest  came  north  again  this  fall  and 
beat  Harvard  made1  "First  Down, 
Kentucky"  as  timely  a  book  as  could 
be  published  this  autumn.  Unlike 
some  other  books  which  have  this 
quality,  however,  Mr.  Paine's  story 
will  not  disappoint  as  a  stirring  tale  of 
out-door  sport  any  one  who  buys  it 
because  of  its  catchy  title.     The  three 


musketeers  of  foot  ball,  "Bo"  and 
"Red"  and  Pen  Garretson,  are  the 
kind  of  boys  one  likes  to  read  about 
and  would  like  to  know,  and  the  young 
American.-  who  pattern  after  them  in 
working  hard,  obeying  the  coach  and 
playing  the  game  for  all  that  is  in 
them  will  have  worthy  models  for 
their  ambitions  on  and  off  the  foot- 
ball held. 


Alfred  A.  Knopf,  Xew  York,  has 
begun  the  publication  of  a  uniform 
collected  edition  of  the  works  of  the 
late  Bert  Leston  Taylor.  "B.  P.  T.," 
of  t'v;  Chicago  Tribune,  whose  "Fine- 
o'-Type  or  Two"  was  one  of  the  tirst 
and  for  JO  years  one  of  the  best 
"columns"  in  the  American  press. 
The  tirst  volume  is  of  verse,  under 
the  title.  "A  Penny  Whistle,"  and  in- 
cludes, also,  "The  Babette  Ballads-" 
Next  spring  will  bring  "The  So-Called 
Human  Race."  Mr.  Taylor  dud  some 
of  his  first  journalistic  work  on  news- 
papers in  Manchester.  X.  JP,  a  fact 
which  is  recalled  in  one  of  the  poems, 
"To  Bishop  Summer,"  included  in 
the  present  collection,  and  his  bright 
and  witty  memory  remains  fresh  in  the 
minds  of  many  of  us  who  knew  him 
then.  Mr.  Knopf's  book  has  an  ex- 
cellent frontispiece  portrait  of  Mr. 
Tayor  and  an  introduction  by  Frank- 
lin F.  Adams  which  is  a  fine  and  sure 
appreciation  of  B.  P.  T.'s  especial 
merits   as   a    rhvmer   of    the    time. 


Pieutenaut  Commander  Burt  Frank- 
lin lenness.  U,  S.  X.,  retired,  native 
of  Pittsfield,  X.  H.,  whose  "Man-o- 
War  Rhymes"  were  reviewed  in  this 
magazine  a  year  ago.  now  issues 
through  the  Cornhill  Publishing  Com- 
pany. Boston,  another  little  volume  of 
verses  of  waves  and  wind  which  he 
calls   "Sea   Panes"  and  which   will  be 


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5-k5  THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 

welcomed    bv   those    who    realize   that  A  trusty  mate  to  mind  the  wheel — 

here  a  real  sailor  is  singing  from  the  And  winds  I;,a-''  b,ow  tiU  the  ,ee  r:iil  diPs' 

bottom   of    his   heart.  A  ('°'!  made  world  is  the  world  tor  me; 

Just  give  me  a  ship  with  a   happy  crew,  Untrammelled,    and    peopled    by    men 
And   deep   blue   water   beneath   her   keel;  the   ?!"^— 

Her  bilges  tight,  and  her  compass  true;  ^°  Vm  gom-  back  to  the  °Pen  sca- 


MEMORIES 

By   Wallace  Everard  Steams 

The  evening  came  down  .softly,  rose  and  gray 
Glimmered  the  ruffled  waters,  and  the  peace, 
Wind-whispered   among   pines,   seemed   infinite ; 
The  west  glowed  faintly  and  the  night's  release 
Brought  cool  hushed  twilight  in  the  wake  of  day; 
Peace  filled  the  fading  hollows  of  the  sky 
With   starry  darkness,  and  the  memory 
Of  dear  dead  friendships  sobbed  among  the  pines, 
Pines   murmurous   with    music   of   the   wind. 
Thus,  when  the  waters  ruffle,  rose  and  gray, 
And  night  stoops  down  to  bind  the  brows  of  day 
With  beauty  that  is  halt  a  mystery, 
Thus,  in  the  hours  of  twilight,  oft  I  find 
Phantoms   that  whisper   in   the  passing  wind — 
Ghosts  front  the  twilight  land  of  Memory. 


IN  THE  ROMAN  FORUM  ON  A 
DUSTY  DAY 

By  Z.  J.  McCormick 

These  unbound  broken  [dates  of  history 
Spared  yet  from  infidelities  and  rtist 
Are  whispering  old  names.     But  when  a  gust 

Of  hot  white  wind,  whipped  sharply  from  the  sea. 

Bears  down  a  drift  of  living  Rome  on  me 

And  oil  some  valiant  shaft  and  headless  bust, 
I  know  that  neither  blind  nor  blinding  dust 

Can   leave  one   word   fur  immortality. 

I  cannot  laugh  at  death  this  afternoon. 
Its  daily  winnowing  upon  my  head 
And  these  worn  stubborn  stones  are  but  the  sum 

Of  greatness  here  too  long  or  gone  too  soon. 
The  Caesars  and  Theodoric  are  dead 
And  Xero's  golden  blocks  are  stricken  dumb! 


NEW  HAMPSHIRE  NECROLOGY 


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4 

- » 

Milo  Sanborn  Morrill  was  bo.  n  Jan-  politics,  though  receiving  every  vote 
nary  20,  1846.  in  Canterbury,  youngest  cast  when  elected  in  1900  to  the  state 
of  ten  children  of  Captain  David  and  legislature  of  1901.  Mr.  Morrill  never 
Sally  (Peverly)  Morrill,  and  died  Sep-  married  and  is  survived  by  his  brother, 
tember  6,  in  the  same  house  where  his  George  P.  Morrill,  well-known  Civil  War 
father  and  grandfather  had  passed  away.  veteran  of  Canterbury  and  West  Con- 
He  spent  his  entire  life  upon  his  ances-  cord,  whose  four  sons  were  the  bearers 
tral  acres  at  the  same  time  engaging  at  their  uncle's  funeral.  One  of  them, 
extensively  in  the  lumber  business.  He  Charles  Emery  Morrill,  and  his  wife, 
v. as  a  member  of  the  Free  Will  Baptist  had  made  their  home  since  1893  with 
church    and    a    staunch      Republican      in  the     subject     of     this     sketch.     Milo     S. 


548 


THE  GRANITE  MONTHLY 


Morrill  was  a  good  citizen,  liberal  and 
public  spirited,  hi  his  will  he  be- 
queathed $1,200  to  the  town  of  Canter- 
bury tor  a  receiving  tomb,  any  ha  lance 
to  be  applied  toward  the  erection  of  a 
library  building  or  for  the  purchase  of 
library  books;  $1,000  to  the  trustees  of 
the  Congregational  church  at  Canterbury 
Center;  and  ?500  to  the  State  V.  M.  C. 
A.;  the  two  last  items  in  trust,  the  in- 
come only  to  he  used  tor  the  purposes 
of   the   two  organizations. 


WOODBURY    LANGDON. 

Woodbury  Langdon,  New  Hampshire's 
wealthiest  resident,  died  at  his  home,  the 
historic  '  John  Langdon  mansion,  in 
Portsmonth,  October  24.  He  was  born 
in  that  city.  October  22,  1836,  the  son 
of  Woodbury  and  Prances  (Cutler) 
Langdon.  and  in  the  sixth  .generation 
from  Judge  Woodbury  Langdon,  brother 
of  Governor  John  Langdon.  Early  in 
life  he  engaged  in  the  dry  goods  com- 
mission business  in  New  York  and  was 
very  successful.  He  was  a  director  in 
various  bank's,  insurance  companies  and 
railroads  and  had  been  vice-president  of 
the  New  York  Chamber  of  Commerce. 
He  was  appointed  in  1890  a  member  of 
the  New-  York  rapid  transit  commission 
which  created  the  great  subway  system 
in  that  city  and  was  also  a  member 
of  the  famous  Committee  of  Seventy 
which  secured  the  non-partisan  election 
of  William  L.  Strong  as  mayor.  He 
had  b  "en  vice-president  of  the  Union 
League  Club  since  1889.  Since  retiring 
from  active  business  in  1911,  Mr.  Lang- 
don had  made  his  home  in  Portsmouth, 
with  a  beautiful  summer  place  at  Fox 
Point,  Nesvington,  and  had  taken  a  deep 
interest  in  the  affairs  of  the  locality,  es- 
pecially the  Portsmouth  hospital  and 
Children's  Home.  Mr.  Langdon  married 
Edith  Eustis  Pugh  and  after  her  death, 
Elizabeth  Langdon  Elwyn,  by  whom  he 
is     survived. 


DANIEL   R.    COLE. 

Daniel  Reed  Cole  was  born  in  Gilsum, 
August  20,  1835,  the  son  of  Asa  and 
Sarah  (Pitt)  Cole,  and  died  in  Keene, 
Sept.  20.  He  had  resided  in  Keene  since 
1858  and  had  held  many  positions  of  trust, 
including  service  on  the  board  of  as- 
sessors and  supervisors,  in  the  city  coun- 
cil and  legislature  and  for  20  years  as 
county  commissioner.  He  was  president 
of  the  Cheshire  County  Savings  Bank 
and    vice-president    of    the    Citizens'    Na- 


tional Bank  oi  Keene  and  had  been  fur 
manv  \ears  the  head  of  the  firm  of 
D.  R.  &  F.  A.  Cole,  grain  dealers.  He 
was  a  leader  in  the  Republican  party 
councils  and  affiliated  with  the  Uni- 
tarian church.  He  is  survived  by  a  son, 
daughter    and    grandson,   all    of    Keene. 


ALFRED    H.    BROWN. 

Alfred  Herman  Brown  was  born  in 
New  Ipswich  July  14,  1838.  the  son  of 
Herman  and  Sophronia  (Prescott) 
Brown,  and  died  October  4  in  Canter- 
bury, where  he  had  resided  as  proprietor 
of  a  general  store  since  1861.  He  was 
appointed  postmaster,  March  28,  1S62, 
and    held    the    office,    with    the     exception 


Tin:  late  Alfred  H.  Brown* 

of  a  few  years,  until  his  death.  He  was 
a  Republican  in  politics  and  a  member  of 
the  Legislature  in  1S76-7.  He  also  was 
town  clerk  for  many  years  and  promi- 
nent in  such  local  activities  as  the  Ly- 
ceum Village  Improvement  Society, 
town  fair  and  library.  He  is  survived 
by  one  son,  Fred  H.  Brown  of  Con- 
cord, three  daughters,  Miss  Josephine  M. 
Brown  of  Canterbury.  Mrs.  Mary  P. 
Cody  of  Newton  Highlands.  Mass.,  and 
Mrs.  Alice  M.  Perkins  of  Loudon,  and 
by  seven  grandchildren. 


NEW  HAMPSHIRE  NECROLOGY  549 

JOHN  T.  BUSIEL.  died   October   15  in  Keene,  where  he  had 

,    ,       ,.,.,        T>      ■  1  i  fit  studied     and     practiced     law    since    I    '  0 

John   tt ton  Bus>cl    second  son  c .John  He  P         La^ar     Semj  J 

\\.   and    Julia     M     (Tilton)     Busiel,-  was  Swan  the    academy    a(     Kernardston, 

horn    October    12,    184/,    in    that    part   oi  M  ft    M   v   .        Academy   an, 

the  town  of  Gilford  now  included  in  the  A,b  x       y       ]aw        h     ,  -    „       h( 

city  of    Laconia,   where   he   died   October  ^    as        Hc.  f    Cheshirf. 

7       rhe    late    Governor    Charles   A     Bus-  an<J    ag  > 

,el  and   I- rank    E    Busiel   were  Ins  broth-  h  k,  h    anfJ  b         { 

ers.     He  graduated   trom   Phillips  Exeter  gregational    church    aml    Maso-nic    frater. 

Academy     in 1     1864      and    Iron,      Harvard  *.   »     R      .  .     d  ; 

Colege   in    18 68    being  a   member   of  the  J   H       .       L  Chandler,  and  by  two 

Institute    of    1770,    Hasty    Pudding    Cub.  sons        d   four  "grandchildren. 

Alpha    Delta    Pni,    Delta    Kappa    Lpsilon, 

Med.    Far.,    etc.     He    was    third    marshal  

of  his  class,  editor  of  the  Harvard  Advo-  CHARLES    E.    QUIMBY,   M.    1). 

cate   and   a    member   ot    1  hi    Beta    Kappa 

with  a  Commencement  Day  thesis.  Dr.  Charles  Elihu  Quimby_  was  horn 
After  his  graduation  he  became  a  hosiery  in  New  Ipswich.  June  21,  1853,  the  son 
manufacturer  in  Laconia  and  so  continued  of  Prof.  Elihu  Thayer  Quimby,  who  was 
until  his  death,  taking  a  leading  part  the  head  of  the  department  oi  mathe- 
in  the  affairs  of  the  town  and  city  as  matics  at  Dartmouth  College  from  l.v'>4 
selectman,  member  of  the  legislature  and  to  1878.  The  younger  Quimby  graduated 
constitutional  convention,  trustee  of  the  from  Dartmouth  in  the  class  of  1874,  re- 
city  library,  hospital  and  Congregational  ceived  his  medical  degree  from  the 
church,  etc.  He  was  for  many  years  University  of  the  City  of  New  York 
president  of  the  People's  National  Bank  in  1878  and  after  one  year  in  Somers- 
and  the  Laconia  •  Savings  Bank.  A  worth  began  the  practice  of  his 
daughter,  Miss  Helen  J.  Busiel  survives  profession  in  New  York  City  and  so 
him.  continued  until  his  death  on  November  7. 

. He     was     connected     with     the    medical 

facultv    of    the     University    of    the     City 

LEONARD    WELLINGTON".  of    ncw    York    continuously    from     1889 

Leonard    Wellington,   born   in   Walpole,  and    was    the    author    of    many    important 

September      12,      1841,    the     son    of    Wil-  contributions     to      medical    journals    and 

liam    and    Achsah    (Kidder)    Wellington,  encyclopedias. 


WHY   SHOULD   A   NEW   HAMPSHIRE   MAN    OR   WOMAN 
READ  THE  GREAT  NEW  HAMPSHIRE  DAILY— 

THE  MANCHESTER  UNION?      . 

BECAUSE: 

It  carries  LATER  news  of  the  world  than  any  Boston  paper  cnn. 
It  is  printed  two  hours  later. 

It  carries  all  the  news  of  the  world  supplied  by  the  Associated  Press. 

It  has  what  no  other  paner  has — a  corps  of  local  correspondents  all 
over  New  Hampshire  and  is  the  ONLY  NEWSPAPER  that  prints 
New  Hampshire  news. 

It  has  an  Editorial  page  as  good  as  any  paper  and  deals  with  New 
Hampshire  as  well  as  all  other  problems  of  public  interest. 

It  supports  and  encourages  every  movement  to  help  develop  New 
Hampshire. 

It  is  one  of  the  best  STATE  newspapers  in  the  United  States. 

It  is  YOUR  OWN  paper,  published  in  YOUR  interest. 

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THE  FLAG  AT  HALF-MAST 
Armistice  Day,  1921. 

By  Sam  ucl  C.    Worthen 

Flag  of  our  Fathers,  sadly  wave 

In  this  sweet  autumn  breeze! 
In  memory  of  our  sacred  dead 

Who  sleep  beyond  the  seas. 

In  rhythm  with  each  fluttering  fold 

Hearts  throb   with  grief  and   pain, 

Still   longing   for  the  loved  and   lost 
Who'll  ne'er  return  again. 

Hearts,  mourn !— but  may  the  day  ne'er  come. 

While  these  rocl^bound  hills'  shall  stand.  ' 
When  sons  of  ours  shall  not  dare  to  die 

For  love  of  their  Xative  Land  ! 


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