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Illustrations. 



Title-Page. Drawn by Morton Townsend 

\ \'ie\v in Old Amsterdam. From a painting by E. Shoepler. 

Pastor Robinson on the Deck of the Speedwell in Delft Haven 

On Shipboard 

Elizabeth Tilley. X'ignette 

The Parents'- Burial on Cole's Hill (then Burial Hill). 
â– Elizabeth Tilley and John Howland. Full page. 

Rowland's Grave on Burial Hill (then Fort Hill). 
\ "Good-Bye, Old Ship." 

National Monument to the Pilgrims at Plymouth. . 

Group Watching Mayflower. From painting by A. W. Bayes. 
\TowN Brook, Plymouth. From photograph 

Meeting-House and Fort on Fort Hill (now Burial Hill). By \V 

Pilgrims Going to Church. From painting by Bridgman 

^The Howland House (built in 1666), on Sandwich Street. From photograph 
Tail-Piece 



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L. Williams. 



Ulben the mayflower Sailed Bms. 

A Trying Day in the Life of the Pilgrim Maiden, Elizabeth 

TiLLEY, WHO MARRIED JOHN HOWLAND. 



BY RICHARD HENRY GREENE, A.M.,LL.B. 



NO, John, I am not down hearted 
And tired of our wilderness life. 
But that windlass with its clicking 

Is cutting my soul like a knife ; 
For it seems like burning the bridges, 

And cutting off every retreat, 
I fancy I see, thro' the dim beyond, 
Leyden's houses and street; 




Our Dear old Pastor Robinson, 

Delft Harbor, the parting, the prayer. 
Come back to me now, as the Mayflower 

Spreads her arms to the air. 
The breeze is caught by the canvas, 

I know she has started amain, 
And to-morrow, beyond the horizon. 

We never may see her again. 



From summer's heat, and old England, 
To this coast and winter's snow. 

That ship was our only country. 

Where I learned to love you so ; 





For then I was but a girl, you know, 
I had father and mother kind ; 

The way ahead, tlio' untried, was bright, 
The shadows were all behind. 



Yes, the night we stood in sorrow, 
Yonder by the open grave, 

Childhood left me and the morrow 
Found me learning to be brave 




Neither Elder Brewster's reading-, 

Nor our leader Carver's love, 
Half so powerful were in leading 

My poor heart to look above, 
As the care you seemed to give me. 

Even when removed from view, 
And I learned to trust the Saviour, 

Partly, John, from loving you. 
Am I foolish to be talking 

While the ship that brought us o'er, 
Like a thing of life, is walking 

Every moment from our shore? 
See! Old England's Banner rising. 

Point with gladness to its goal, 
Flowing tides of the Bay 

Where the Maytlower lay 
Soon unoccupied will roll. 




Months liave broken np our party, 

Half are underneath the sod ; 
On Burial Hill they are cold and still, 

But their souls are with their God 
I will be brave, John Howland, 

And He will carry us through. 
We will face each duty that comes to 

And to each other be true. 
Good-bye ! old ship, familiar, 

A wearisome home for a child ; 
Yet wdiile you fade in ocean mists. 

Here in this region wild, 




There are hearts, despite discomforts, 

Years and years will follow thee ; 
And others, too, long hence, will revere. 

The ship and her company. 

Now it fades from sight and never 

Can we call it back again. 
Every tie with home is severed, 

Naught is seen upon the main 
But a broad expanse of water. 

And behind, a forest wild. 

"Heavenly Father! hear the orphan! 

Dear lost parent, see your child ; 
Strengthen me for every duty 

Keep the poor flock, stranded here. 
As we think of what has happened. 

We must dread another year. 



Out of sight the Maytlower going 

May be greeted by our friends, 
They may never know our sorrows 

And the ills that fortune sends 
To this band who, conscience-guided, 

Left their native land to roam 
In the stranger's land and over 

Yonder sea to find a home. 
God in mercy bless and keep us. 

And whatever is Thy will, 
Let the pilgrim band forever 

Be Thy faithful children still." 

Thus she let her thoughts be uttered 

While the strong man listened there, 

Till the eloquence of nature 

Reached the closing word of prayer. 



What he might have said we know not, 

But just then across the l)ro()k 
His quick eye beheld a shadow, 

And without another look 
Quick he took her liand and leading 

Left her in the company 
Of their friends, who still weie standing 

Gazing out upon the sea. 



Then, returning to the brook-side, 

If perchance the savage still 
With a company or single 

Might be prowling on the hill. 
But he looked in vain, and crossing 

Searched the woods in useless quest ; 
When again he crossed the Town-Brook 

Day was sinking in the west. 

As he stood where they together 
Saw the Mnyilower disappear, 

He resolved, if she would join him. 
They would build their cabin here. 



When the site of Howhind's home lot 

In that town is sought to-day, 
You are shown the spot they stood on 

When the Mayflower sailed away, 
Opposite the Pilgrim fountain 

Where the home of Brewster stood ; 
But the buildings now have hidden 

Brook and bank and further wood 
Where the savage watched the exiles 

As the vessel passed from view. 
And we iind that Rowland, later, 

Was possessed of that spot, too. 



Gone is meeting-house and watch tower, 
Every vestige of that day, 

I)Ut the rock and brook and harbor, 
Has been changed or passed away. 



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Now the only Plymouth building 

Which a Pilgrim toucli can prove, 

Is the Howland house on Sandwich 
Where he saw the shadow move. 



But the nation which they builded, 
And the good they came to find, 

Will continue and extending 

Prove a blessing to mankind. 




APPENDIX. 



Mr. H. R. Howland w-ives the following facts, which will be of 
interest to many : 

"John Howland, from County Essex, England, born 1592 or 
1593, came as a member of Gov. Carver's family, probably (from 
his early prominence in the Colony) as his general man of affairs. 
By family tradition was always believed to have been Carver's 
son-in-law, until the discovery of Bradford's MSS. showed that 
Carver left no children, though possibly his w'fe may have been 
Carver's granddaughter. Narrowly escaped drowning on the 
voyage. Married in the latter part of 1623 (after August 14) or 
early in 1624, Elizabeth, daughter of John Tilley. Was one of 
the eight 'Undertakers' who purchased the rights of the Colony 
from the Merchant Adventurers. Was an 'Assistant' in 1633, 
1634, and 1635. Commanded the trading post on the Kennebec 
in 1634. Was for more than twenty years Representative for 
Plymouth in the General Court. Died February 23, 1672-3, aged 
above eighty years." 

There is little to be added to the above. We might say, the 
Pilgrims who, December 8, 1620, had the first hostile meeting with 
the savages were Carver, Bradford, E. Winslow, Standish, John 
and Edward Tilley, Howland, Warren, Hopkins, Dotey, J. Allerton 



and Eni^lish. This was called First Encounter, and took place 
at Oreat Meadow, Truro. 

These last-named Pilgrims were the party who first landed at 
Plymouth, December ii (O. S.). Their report brought the May- 
flower with the rest of the company, December i6, 1620, from 
the anchorage off Provincetown. 

William T. Davis, in his "Ancient Landmarks of Plymouth," 
at page 302, alludes to this house as follows : 

" The next lot, on which the Carver House stands, has a record 
of unusual interest. It was granted by the town in 1667 to 
Jacob Mitchell, who built a portion of the house now standing. 
After a few years he moved to Dartmouth, and was 
killed by the Indians, in King Philip's War, in 1675. At the time 
of his removal he sold the estate to Jabez Howland, son of 
John Howland, of the Mayflower, who also made it his residence. 
. Mr. Howland occupied it until 1680, when he moved to 

Bristol, and sold it to Elkanah Watson No house yet 

described is more nearly associated with the Pilgrims than this. 
Owned and occupied, as it undoubtedly was, by Jabez Howland 
before the death of his father and mother, it is fair to presume 
that its floors have been trodden by those two passengers of the 
Mayflower, and that its walls have listened to their voices. Let 
this ancient structure be added to the list of Pilgrim memorials, 
and hereafter share with the rock our veneration and respect." 



Fort Hill, now Burial Hill. 



Edward Winslovv. 



Francis Ciioke. 



Isaac Allerton. 



John Billingtou. 



Passageway to Town Brook. 



William Brewster. 



John (joodnian. 



Peter Brown. 



Common House. 



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William Bradford. 



Main Street. 



Stephen Hopkins. 



John Hovvland. 



Samuel Fuller. 



Coles Hill, the First Burial Place. 
The Rock. 



The Harbor. 



PLYMOUTH, MASS., 1621 



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