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HISTORY OF PORT ELIZABETH.
EXECUTIVE COMMITTEE.
J. W. B. VANAMAN, Chairman.
EMILY T. SHARP.
HESTER HUGHES.
MARGARET L. HAYS.
MARY A. MITCHELL.
ELLEN HARRIS.
F. W. BOWEN.
RHODA LOPER.
HARVEY G. HUGHES.
HANNAH WILLETS.
C. B. OGDEN.
HANNAH B. OGLEE.
REV. C. W. LIVEZLY.
HARRIET J. OGDEN.
FRANCIS LEE.
MARY HARRIS.
DANIEL HARRIS, EsQ.
PRICILLA HEISLER.
WHARTON OGDEN.
AMANDA J. MASON.
MAJOR HENDERSON.
ANN P. VANAMAN.
JOHN S. HEISLER.
MARY PANCOAST.
COL. J. HOWARD WILLETS.
MARGARET SHEPPARD.
JONATHAN LORE.
HANNAH LEACII.
WILSON BANKS.
MARY SHAW.
The morning of February 19 opened clear, bright, and frosty, with the thermometer at 10º above zero, and two inches of · snow on the streets. The cannon pealed forth twice at day- break, three times at sunrise, and five times at eight A.M. By this time the great influx of visitors, by carriage, had com- menced to stream into town from the four points of the com- pass. A large number had arrived by railroad the night before, and with those who came on the morning trains from Cape May and Philadelphia, the crowd swelled during the day to about two thousand two hundred, including residents of the Port. They came from Bridgeton, Millville, Vineland, Maurice- town, Port Norris, Cedarville, Greenwich, Shiloh, Deerfield, and other points in the county, Philadelphia, Trenton, Tuckahoe, Cape May, Clayton, and some from as far west as Chicago.
THE CONTINENTAL PARADE.
As the stars and stripes floated across the main street, the parade, which was about a square and a half long, moved in the following order: The marshal, Captain Daniel Loper, Jr.,
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rode at the head, and was assisted by aides Ludlam Henderson and Harry Lore, Sr., all in Continental generals' uniforms. Then came a pioncer fife and drum corps, followed by repre- sentatives of the Manumuskin and Muskee tribes of Indians in their full tribal equipments and on horses. An old emigrant wagon, with flaring canvas top, came next, and bore an Indian damsel and several gayly-dressed children, who sang frontier melodies. On the canvas top was Greeley's injunction, "Go West, young man." The parade moved over "the bridge" to meet Elizabeth Bodly and friend and escort them into town, in memory of the first entrance of that estimable Quakeress to Port Elizabeth. Willie Mason impersonated Mrs. Bodly and Woodruff Boggs the friend. They were given a position in the parade behind the emigrant wagon. Next came Uncle Sam seated on a large mule. The character was taken by Joseph Bacon; and with his white fur hat, high and bell-shaped, his blue swallow-tail coat bespangled with stars, and his red-and- white-striped breeches, did the character full justice. He was escorted by two dashing Young Americas, Harrie and Eddie Lore, on richly-caparisoned horses. These were followed by the minute-men of the twentieth century,-a company of small boys, all dressed alike in Continental uniform, bearing flags and drawing a small cannon. After the Continental civilians on foot came the Continental infantry, with its officers on horseback, John Fries, mounted on a fine charger, being general in com- mand. Next was an old-time wagon carrying a Continental " school-marm" and her nine scholars, whom she was drilling in music. After these came an automatic and life-like Conti- nental gymnast on a horizontal bar. Horsemen from Ewing's Neck formed the advance-guard of a carriage drawn by ponies. In it were seated Furman Campbell, a colonial Congressman, Major Henderson as Washington, Wharton Ogden as Frank- lin, and Stephen Reeves as Lafayette. The Eureka Cornet Band wagon was drawn by four iron-gray horses, and the seventeen members rendered excellent music on the march; each was in Continental soldier uniform. About fifty Odd-Fellows from Leesburg, and in full regalia, were next in line, and followed by Jonathan Duffield and Henry Adler on horseback, and dressed
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as comic countrymen. The glass-factory bell was mounted in a wagon gayly festooned with bunting ; a ludicrous darkey was driver, and another plied the clapper. The rear was brought up with the Hessians and cannon under the command of Conti- nental general, Japhet Fox. This cannon was a brass piece, a twelve-pounder, and loaned the people of Port Elizabeth by General Perrine from the State arsenal. After the parade had moved through the principal streets, it broke a little south of the Methodist Episcopal Church to have a photographic view taken.
MORNING EXERCISES IN THE METHODIST EPISCOPAL CHURCH.
The interior of the church was gayly and tastefully decorated with flags, streamers, and evergreens. In the centre of a large ensign back of the platform was a life-sized, three-quarter por- trait of Elizabeth Bodly in Quaker costume. She was repre- sented with the deed of the church lot in her hands, and on her way to deliver the same to the trustees a hundred years ago. The portrait was surrounded by festooned flags of all nations, emblematic of her generous aid to all nationalities and condi- tions of men. To the right of the platform stood a four-by-six blackboard illustration in colored crayon, being a reproduction of her log house on the wharf a century ago. Over the stage was invisibly suspended the inscription worked in evergreen, "1785-PORT ELIZABETH-1885. WELCOME."
A single peal of the cannon at 10.45 A.M. announced the opening of the exercises, over which Rev. C. W. Livezly, pastor of the Methodist Episcopal Church, presided. A strong and well-selected choir sang the opening chorus, "Hail! Smiling Morn," accompanied on the piano and cornet, the former by Mr. Mortimer Mayhew, and the latter by Professor Ruric Cobb, of Mauricetown. Invocation was eloquently offered by Rev. J. R. Westwood, pastor First Methodist Episcopal Church, Mill- ville, and the orchestra rendered "The Red, White, and Blue." Rev. Mr. Livezly gave an address of welcome, which was re- plete with humor and kindly feeling, and the audience felt at home at once. "La Siècle Quick March" was discoursed, and
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General Jas. F. Rusling, of Trenton, was introduced as the orator of the morning. His theme was "A Century of Na- tional Life." The orator traced the successive steps of our national development, drew a vivid and glowing picture of the grand expanse of our present national domain, and dwelt on the immense onward strides of our people in science, invention, and the mechanical arts. The speaker's clearness of thought and eloquence of expression frequently provoked rounds of applause, which showed the hearty appreciation of the well- packed audience. At the close of the oration, Rev. Livezly, in a few well-chosen remarks, presented the general with a hand- some amber-colored glass fruit-dish, hand-painted and richly mounted in silver, as a token from the people of Port Elizabeth. From the handle was suspended a silver shield, one side bearing his name and the reverse the inscription, " 1785-Port Elizabeth Centennial-1885." The general was taken by surprise, and feelingly returned his thanks, closing with the utterance, "I will say, 'God bless Port Elizabeth.'" Then the Rev. Livezly arose again, bearing a fac-simile (except the color being azure), and presented it to J. W. Newlin, Esq., "for services expected of him in the evening." The genial editor gave hearty thanks "for being paid before service rendered." The orchestra then played a selection from the "Bohemian Girl," and the audience was dismissed for dinner.
BANQUET HALL AND ANNEX.
The lower room of the public school-house was the main dining-hall, and was gayly festooned with ensigns and burgees. The Murphy House adjoining the school grounds was also utilized for dining purposes, and nearly two hundred persons were seated at a time. The repast consisted of roast turkey, chicken, beef, ham, salads, vegetables, preserved fruits, cake, bread and butter, coffee, tea, etc., and the eight tables were elaborately appointed, each being presided over by a matron and four aides. The latter wore rich and high-colored costumes of "ye olden time," and, with their Swiss caps and frills, made a pleasing spectacle. The dinner was served as in "days of yore;" only fifty cents was charged adults, and children were
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admitted at half price; the main object being to merely clear expenses. It is not known how many people were supplied, but the entrance to Banquet Hall was crowded for hours, and the hall was patronized till dark.
AFTERNOON PROGRAMME.
When the cannon pealed forth at 2.30 P.M., the church was again densely packed. The programme opened with a cornet solo, "Jardin Atlantique," by Professor Cobb. Then came the History of Port Elizabeth, by F. W. Bowen; only a synopsis of events could be given in the time allotted the gentleman, but the reading was received with marked attention, and with many tokens of appreciation. "Auld Lang Syne" was heartily sung by the audience, and was followed by the Centennial Poem, entitled "Footprints," by C. B. Ogden. An article written on the celebration says of the poem, "It was a very interesting and highly creditable production, thoroughly appre ciated and admired by all who heard it." After the orchestra rendered the " Marseillaise Hymn," Hon. B. F. Lee, Clerk of the State Supreme Court, and a former inhabitant of the Port, was introduced and made a short address. He gave many interest- ing early reminiscences, and his highly poetic descriptions were most entertaining. Another selection was rendered by the or- chestra, after which the audience was dismissed.
RELIC HALL.
A highly-appreciated exhibit of relics was arranged in the second story of the school-house, and presided over by four young ladies, Hattie J. Ogden, Mary H. Oglee, Sallie L. Mason, and Anna Boggs, richly attired in Continental costumes. The room was elegantly decorated with flags, and densely crowded throughout the day. The ages of the relics ranged from seventy- five to six hundred and twenty-three years. The most valuable small objects were displayed in several large glass show-cases. At one end of the room was an old fireplace and chimney, arranged with crane, trammel, pot, andirons, shovel, and tongs. The principal relics and exhibitors of the same were as follows :
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Frank Sawyer, tea-canister, 100 years old ; Mrs. H. G. Hughes, pocket-book, 125; Mrs. Hannah Oglee, deed, 147 ; Rev. C. W. Livezly, coin, 623; Jacob Sheppard, silver spoon, 200; Mrs. Henry Rogers, bureau, 121 ; Mrs. Catharine Boggs, warming- pan, IIO; Mr. Sharpless, infant's dress, 100; Daniel Harris, Esq., foot-stove, 150; Mrs. Ellen Harris, hair trunk, 100; Mrs. Lottie Brown, chair, 125 ; Mrs. Emma Lore, oil painting from Ger- many, 100; Wharton Ogden, family Bible, 115 ; Isaac Mayhew, spinning-wheel, 100; Mrs. Hannah Leach, wooden table-castor and brass kettle, 100; Francis Lee, Indian suit from Seminole war, bullet from battle-field.below New Orleans, piece of wood from old fort, St. Augustine, Fla., 300; Miss Emily Sharp, silver spoon, 150, gold sleeve-buttons, 100; Mrs. M. L. Hays, love- feast cards, 116, glass plate, 150; Dr. J. H. Willets, cabinet of minerals and ore from North and South America; Mrs. Abbie H. Gheen, silver knee-buckles, 100, Nelson's Justic, 140, Continental money of 1774, invalid's gruel-cup, 100, knit- ting-sheath, 100; Mrs. Emma Campbell, punch-bowl, ball, and basket, each 100; Captain Daniel Heisler, warming-pan, 120, stand, 100; John Heisler, teapot, 100; Joseph Henderson, earthen pitcher, 100; Mrs. Christina Coombs, high chair of Isaac Townsend; Mrs. Ida Shropshire, horn spoon, 100; Jacob Haley, wooden shoe from England, 190; Miss Sallie Mason, piece St. Augustine fort, 300, paper containing General Wash- ington's death notice ; Mrs. Ann Reeves, watch, IIO; Clarence Wills, cannon-ball from Revolutionary war; Mrs. F. W. Bowen, fringe from saddle and coat of Captain Lawrence, Revolutionary war ; C. B. Ogden, tuckahoe-root, Manumuskin Indian spears, corn-pounder, stone axes and tomahawks, and Indian ear-rings ; Miss Anna R. Gray, silver spoon, 100; Frank Oglee, powder- horn, 103; Miss Maggie Helm, spoon, 150; Mrs. Ella Lore, dishes and books, 100; Nathan Baner, cloth cape, from wool picked from drowned lamb, carded, spun, and woven by his mother, 110 years ago; Mrs. Abbie Gilland, dish from Ger- many, 100.
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THE LOG CABIN, AND SOUVENIR CUPS AND SAUCERS.
This reminder of the days of our forefathers was erected under the direction of Daniel Harris, Esq., was twelve feet by sixteen feet, had one door and three windows, and was intended to represent Elizabeth Bodly's log house on the wharf a century ago. It stood on the school-house lot, and was to be head- quarters for the sale of the souvenir cups and saucers. It was found to be uncomfortable for the ladies in charge of the latter. and they were, in consequence, principally sold in Banquet Hall. These cups and saucers were gotten up at Trenton by special order, and five hundred were readily sold on the day of celebration and a short time after. The cups were inscribed " 1785-Port Elizabeth-1885," in maroon, brown, and mezzo- tint. In the afternoon about fifty aides were photographed at the end of the log cabin, and they formed a most picturesque group.
EVENING EXERCISES.
The evening programme was opened at 7.30 by the chorus, "A Hundred Years to Come." John W. Newlin, Esq., editor of the Millville Republican, was then introduced as the orator of the evening. His subject was, "Onward March." The speaker drew from the past to show the possibilities of the future. The oration was a masterly effort, eloquently delivered, and many well-taken points were warmly applauded. The choir followed with "A Hundred Years Ago," after which a poem, entitled "My Mother's Green Grave," written in Port Elizabeth, May 12, 1822, by "Caroline," was read by Jennie L. Mayhew, with an ease and grace that won many admirers. At this point Sen- ator Isaac T. Nichols was called for, and responded with a happy address, eulogizing the occasion and the genial people of Port Elizabeth. Music was again rendered, and, after a few apt re- marks by Rev. C. W. Livezly, reviewing the day's proceedings, and thanking the audience for their heartiness of participation, upon pronouncing the benediction, the Centennial celebration was declared closed.
MATRONS AND AIDS OF BANQUET HALL.
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REMARKS.
Lee's Hall was used as a rendezvous by the people during the entire day and evening.
No more important event has occurred in Port Elizabeth since Dr. Thomas Yarrow delivered his famous oration here, July 4, 1799.
The Port was fortunate in securing so many ensigns, burgees, port signals, and union-jacks for decoration purposes. There were thirty-seven large flags, principally from Mauricetown ; . Dorchester and Leesburg furnished several. Of small flags there was a large number of every material and size. Not an accident occurred to mar the festivities. The net proceeds from the celebration were five hundred and sixty-one dollars and forty-eight cents. The expenses amounted to four hundred and four dollars and sixteen cents, leaving a balance of one hun- dred and fifty-seven dollars and thirty-two cents in the hands of the treasurer of the Executive Committee, W. Ogden. On March 9, 1885, a mass-meeting was called in Lee's Hall to vote the net proceeds for a specific object. It was decided to apply them towards putting a new roof on the Methodist Episcopal Church.
FOOTPRINTS.
PORT ELIZABETH, NEW JERSEY, 1685-1785-1885. A CENTENNIAL POEM, BY CHARLES B. OGDEN.
WE hail with delight a Centennial morn Of chieftain, or hero, or proud nation born ; And surely we're pardoned, though humble our station, When point we with pride to one spot in that nation.
- We cherish our God-given country most grand, Bold hearts and strong.arms that secured this great land. Though sacred we hold ev'ry foot of her soil, Most sacred is that where we give it our toil.
We hallow the spot where our eyes first beheld Whence the tyrant Oppression for aye was expell'd. In this land of the free, the fair Eden of earth Is the home of our childhood, the place of our birth.
So pause we to-day 'long stern Time's rugged way, To note the posts gained, and what years agone say. Weird visions in dim, crude perspective arise, As the mythical wand brings its constant surprise.
I.
Go back to the forest primeval, and dream When all was dense woodland and meadow and stream ; When birds of wild plumage flit through the deep shade, And the wild beast's dread footfall was heard in the glade.
While sway massive oak and tall pine in the wind, Through thicket and swamp speed the buck and the hind ; The panther and wolf, the fierce wild-cat and bear, Are ranging at will, or secure in their lair.
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Oh ! wildness of grandeur of Nature's domain, How fit that the lord that doth first o'cr thee reign Is the tall dusky warrior, intrepid and truc, Though his palace, a wigwam,-his throne, a canoe !
Thou Lenni-Lenape, though thy numbers be more Than in regions beyond Makeriskitton's* shore,- The land of thy fathers, the pale-face doth need ; The soil is now bartered to the Dutch and the Swede.
Thy tribe, Menomuskin,¡ enduring and brave, Possess sterling virtues the pale-face might crave : Respect for the rights of each other their carc, To elders, most rev'rent,-in traffic, most fair.
Thy canoe shall no longer glide o'er the Muskec, No more on Wahatquenack, ¿- coursing to sea. Thou hast speared the last fish ; from thy bow take the string, The last arrow has pierced the wild fowl on the wing.
Thy picturesque village from hence must away ; So fold to thy wigwam, make haste while ye may ! Take care of thy treasures in wampum and bone, Extinguish thy camp-fire ! poor Red-man, begonc !
Old Sunrise, thou last of the sachems in line, Bid a lasting farewell to this forest of pine ! Call around thee thy braves ! each papoose is caress'd, The old council-fire quenched, push away to the West !
A moment he turns to his long-buried dead,- An instant, to catch the wind's moan o'er his head : The boughs bend to westward; is't the Great Spirit's hand ? At once on the trail starts the copper-hued band.
II.
Thus find we this region two centuries past, When the pioneer hunter his eye o'er it cast. A spot broken here, and cleared there, as we roam,- The wigwam makes way for the log cabin home.
On the banks of the Maurice the colonist tarried, And hither the first Swedish households were carried. Here, too, was a building to God soon erected, And Moravian doctrines were taught and respected.
Indian name of the Delaware River. + Original spelling of the word. į Indian name for the Maurice.
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Soon came the staid Scotch; but the English before Had settled along Manumuskin's wild shore. They offered a refuge from Persecution's dread hand To the Quakers, and Wesley's young Methodist band.
As gather these quaintly-clad folk in the wood, Contentment and Peace with bright wings o'er them brood,- And Prosperity hovers her influence to wield, Bringing blessings of bounty to fireside and field.
While sit they about the old yule-log's gay roar, The larder doth groan with abundance of store Of fish and wild fowl, of red deer and the bear,- From the rude cabin-door hurries trouble and care.
Ye hearthe is swept cleane, and ye bright crackling fire Is sending each moment ye merrie blaze higher ; Now driving ye shadows about ye clay floor From out nook and corner, from chimney to door.
Right cheerily supper now sings in ye pot, And silent ye reel, its duteous cares all forgot. Ye good-man's cob pipe is a-smoking out sorrow, V'e good-wife is humming o'er duties to-morrow.
O modest Simplicity ! was e'er thy intention To yield up thy realm to man's studied invention ? That man in his cunning with neighbor should vie, Fret and fever his brain from his birth till he die ?
What more to their stock can the New World bestow ? Prepared for the morrow, come weal, or come woe, Each cheerfully bends to his task for the day, Giving thanks that each soul can serve God as it may.
III.
When England's oppression impov'rished the land With taxes too grievous for freemen to stand, They hasted to prove a brave heart's resolution, And shed honest blood in the Old Revolution.
As multiply numbers and trade brings supply, Many artisans come their vocations to ply. Far up Manumuskin, through swamp's tangled maze, Vessels sail for milled lumber in these pioneer days.
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From the quaint old log tavern whose host is John Bell, Where he cheers the new-comer a homestead to sell, The cedar-log house yields to neater frame dwelling, As rapid as now I the tale am found telling.
Why bend to the woodman these old forest trees ? What mean these new streets that the visitor sees ? Why the glass-maker here,-the ship-builder,-the hatter, The blacksmith,-the weaver? l'ray give us the matter !
We find a new spirit has moved on the scene: In Quaker-hued garb, she's the plain Forest Queen. With a heart great with kindness and wisdom she came ; Elizabeth Bodly, we rev'rence thy name !
Thy prudence and industry answer the question ; Thine enterprise hardly admits of suggestion ; Concerned for the welfare of little and great, Thou wouldst have all succeed in their chosen estate.
By Act of Assembly, as soon as projected A dam o'er the stream Manumuskin's erected, And the town aptly christened " The Dam" was soon made A port of deliv'ry for foreign-built trade.
Though early the date, in importance but third In all of South Jersey,-to some it occurred The name should be changed; and to honor their friend, It was called Port Elizabeth for that special end.
The merchantman trader from over the sea Turns hither his prow, bringing coffee and tea. The Indies send fruits; while the Old World, from thence Sends cargoes for barter, or pounds, shillings, and pence.
A building for worship was now a felt need, And before there was one for her own cherished creed, --- Mrs. Bodly, whose bounty they never forgot, Gave the foll'wers of Wesley their present church lot.
And this, because Methodists numbered the more ; But mainly because of her heart's golden storc. Magnanimity this, of soul noble and pure ; 'Tis a memory kind that shall ever endure.
With jolting and jostling no nerves can withstand, And racket and rumble behind four-in-hand, Comes the lumb'ring old stage-coach, with saint and with sinner, With foam-covered steeds, all in time for " ye dinner."
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With blandest of smiles the old host kindly greets them, With hearty good cheer 'round the table he seats them, While off to the office the mail-pouch is carried, As waiting the postman the town-folk have tarried.
The pranks and the games of the youngsters at play Were just such amusements they practise to-day. But the rough leather shoes and the homespun, I ween, Are never to-day in the nursery seen.
IV.
Again through the land is the call heard, to arm ; Immediate response comes from workshop and farm, And England the second time vanquished, is prone For the thrust at our shipping to quickly atone.
When Conflict to Peace her dominion restores, And Migration speeds faster its tide to our shores, More interest is felt in the culture of mind,- For in this the Old World must not leave them behind.
The spectacled pedagogue holds his "pay school," And wields misty lore, or the dreaded ferule ; The pupils in homespun " must learn ;" for he teaches " Knowledge enters the mind through the ear or the breeches.'
While yet the old Fed'ral School System is here, The Academy's praises are sung far and near ; The first in South Jersey, equipments complete, Many students in the classics and sciences meet.
As mark we the footprints down History's page, One noteworthy fact doth attention engage : To the weak and oppressed full protection they gave, An asylum was proffered the fugitive slave.
On leaving their shackles on old Southern soil, They still in this free land were wedded to toil ; And when we with kindness their ignorance shield, They were citizens true, both in workshop and field.
Since penning these lines an old landmark we miss ; Wallace gains a far country still freer than this. Respected by all, of his church the main stay, Full of years, Uncle Billy now passes away.
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Then do you remember that true moral teacher Ezekiel Cooper, the old colored preacher ? HIe was Nature's own nobleman, gentle and kind, In meekness possessing all virtues combin'd.
V.
We rejoice that our kin in the Mexican War Boldly entered those fields of dread carnage and gore, But the Land of the Cactus sapped less of our life Than our own Southern soil in the Great Civil Strife.
When the cloud of Rebellion in mutterings vile Would blacken our ensign, our Union defile, The guns of Fort Sumter aroused Northern fire No tyrant couldl tame, or his paltry gold hire.
Our boys joined the ranks when the service begun ; They fought at Cold Harbor, they bled at Bull Run ; At Chancellorsville was their keen metal tried, While some before Fredericksburg gallantly died.
In the Wilderness fought they most valiantly, too, Spottsylvania saw much of their great derring-do ; And in Andersonville, foulest den upon earth, Some famishing lay; oh, we knew not their worth !
Let us pause yet a moment to honor our dead ; Of their noble self-sacrifice much may he said, But mute is the lip; the heart thrills with emotion, As scan we their deeds claiming life-long devotion.
Come wander with me where the mouldering dust Of the comrades in arms beneath earth's frozen crust Blend with honored civilians; let joy banish pain, For declare these old stones that " they lived not in vain."
You gather to-day to these haunts dear of old To greet a tried friend, and to hear his tale told ; You mark the old homestead ; old mem'ries revive,- Ev'ry spot is still hallowed; you joy we're alive.
Yes, we live, as our efforts this day do make known, Though the harvest be meagre from all the seed sown. Dead? Like Typhon, of whom sings the old Grecian bard, Though an . Etna be on us, we'll surely die hard !
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While her love is aglow in the great common heart, While each son of distinction espouses her part, Secure in their hands the Old Port shall remain,- They will guard her best interests, and cherish her name.
Thus note we the footprints adown the long years, Of our sowing and reaping 'mid joy and 'mid tears, But impatient is Time ; so again we commence, And will leave the results to a century hence.
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