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LEAVES FROM THE 
 SIGNAL ELM 
 
The Signal Elm, or Sentinel Tree, 
 is a landmark near an old fort, 
 in sight of the author's house. 
 
LEAVES FROM THE 
 SIGNAL ELM 
 
 VERSES 
 
 BY 
 
 LUCIEN LORD 
 
 COLLECTED FOR HIS 
 
 SEVENTY-FIFTH BIRTH-DAY 
 
 OCTOBER 11, 1915 
 
 BY HIS NEPHEW 
 
 LUCIEN EDWARD TAYLOR 
 
 ATHOL 
 
 MASSACHUSETTS, U.S.A. 
 
 PRIVATELY PRINTED 
 
 1915 
 

 COPYRIGHT, 1915 
 BY LUCIEN EDWARD TAYLOR 
 
 OCl (6ibi5 
 
 ©CI.A414119 
 
Dear Uncle Lucien, 
 
 You have said that there is no merit in 
 these verses. I think that they may speak 
 for themselves. I have found great pleasure 
 in gathering these reminiscences of old times 
 in Athol. 
 
 I am not alone in hoping that you will 
 exercise oftener this graceful gift of yours. 
 I wish you a happy birth-day, and I am 
 ever 
 
 Your affectionate nephew, 
 
 Lucien Edward Taylor 
 
 Boston, 
 
 October 11, 1915 
 
CONTENTS 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Athol , . 11 
 
 A Letter 13 
 
 Let All Rejoice 16 
 
 A Toast 17 
 
 W. Allen Luey 21 
 
 Then and Now 25 
 
 Save Yer Dollar ... .... 26 
 
 Funny, Ain't It? 28 
 
 Lucien's Messsage 30 
 
 Who Is It? 31 
 
ILLUSTRATIONS 
 
 Portrait, 1912 Frontispiece ' 
 
 Author's Birthplace .... Title 
 
 Engraved by William Coioel, 1870 
 
 I. U It' r (;• 
 
 Signal Elm Cover 
 
 Engraved for The Athol Transcript, 1912 
 
 Facsimile Facing page 11 ^ 
 
VERSES 
 
M4 
 
 J -^ nrAmli^:, tou^ cu^^ S/yia^, 
 
ATHOL 
 
 Our fathers came from Hatfield here, 
 
 thrice fifty years ago, 
 They felled the trees and built their homes 
 
 in winter's rain and snow. 
 They builded schools, and churches, too, 
 
 that our lives might be free; 
 They lived and died for Athol. She is 
 
 good enough for me. 
 
 I love her hills and valleys, 
 
 and I know them all by heart, 
 I've fished the ponds and river, 
 
 and I've traded in the mart, 
 I've seen the buildings, one by one, 
 
 take shape since forty-three; 
 From then till now my native town was 
 
 good enough for me. 
 
 11 
 
ATHOL 
 
 I oft recall my boyhood days, 
 
 the friends whom then I knew, 
 The Reverends Clark and Nightingale, 
 
 and Burton strong and true. 
 They helped us more than words can tell, 
 
 as scores of us can see. 
 Their memory helps to make our town 
 
 seem good enough for me. 
 
 In many things we have not reached 
 
 perfection yet, I know, 
 We go too fast in many ways, 
 
 in some perhaps too slow. 
 But search the country far and wide, 
 
 from Maine to Tennessee, 
 You'll find no better town than this. It's 
 
 good enough for me. 
 
 The men and women, young and old, 
 
 are helpful, day by day, 
 A thousand children, bright as gold, 
 
 make glad our toilsome way. 
 A poor return mj^ service is, 
 
 whatever it may be. 
 For all the blessings Athol gives. She's 
 
 good enough for me. 
 
 1892. 
 
 12 
 
A LETTER 
 
 At Athol Depot still I stay. 
 
 Still work for Thorpe and Sloane. 
 'Tis 10 P.M. — 14th of May, 
 
 I'm in the store alone. 
 And as my chum, this eve, is out, 
 
 I'll answer your kind note. 
 I'll tell you what I've been about. 
 
 Since last to you I wrote. 
 
 At work I've never lost a day. 
 
 An evening scarcely one, 
 A reading club, or "Masons' fray" 
 
 Attend, when labor's done. 
 I went to Orange to a dance. 
 
 With Frank a week ago. 
 Of course would not neglect a chance 
 
 To "trip fantastic toe." 
 
 13 
 
A LETTER 
 
 On Friday night we all went out 
 
 To Greenfield, Gough to hear. 
 On temperance the man did spout, 
 
 On gin, and lager beer. 
 The Rev. Mr. Hunt was there, 
 
 His wife and Clara dear. 
 Myself, my sister, and Maria, 
 
 And many others here. 
 
 Folks say that Emma took a ride 
 
 With Meriam last night. 
 Eph says on Friday eve beside. 
 
 And says that is all right. 
 He says she has a right to choose. 
 
 And that he does not care. 
 She's all to gain, he nought to lose, 
 
 There's others just as fair. 
 
 I called at Baker's house to-night 
 
 And had a pleasant chat. 
 We talked ! I sang ! We had a bite. 
 
 At ten I took my hat. 
 And where was I one week ago. 
 
 You asked of me, I think. 
 Right on my bed, my tooth ached so. 
 
 It hurt me just to wink. 
 
 14 
 
A LETTER 
 
 You ask when Fay and Harriet 
 
 In holy bonds unite. 
 Some think it will not be quite yet, 
 While others think it might. 
 I s'pose you know that H. Southland 
 
 And Louise Thorpe are one, 
 
 On Wednesday last he took her hand, 
 
 By Hunt the tatsk was done. 
 
 I have not been to church to-day, 
 
 I'd nothing fit to wear, 
 And as our pastor was away, 
 
 I really did not care. 
 I took a book — 'twas Bitter-sweet — 
 
 And went up on High Knob. 
 The story it was so complete. 
 
 It caused my heart to throb. 
 
 But here comes Otis, half asleep, 
 
 My nonsense here must end. 
 Please give it to the flames to keep. 
 
 Nor show it to your friend. 
 I have not told one half the news 
 
 I thought I had to tell. 
 But what there is you can peruse 
 
 And Lu remember well. 
 
 14th of May. 
 
 15 
 
LET ALL REJOICE 
 
 To Walter Brown 
 
 Let all rejoice 
 With heart and voice 
 
 In country and in town: 
 A bouncing boy 
 Is now the joy 
 
 Of Lu and Ella Brown. 
 
 Grace doth adorn 
 The Tuesday-born, 
 
 How sweet the adage sounds! 
 Both child and wife 
 Are full of life, 
 
 The weight is just nine pounds. 
 
 Tuesday. 
 
 16 
 
A TOAST 
 
 Athol Alumni Reunion, June 24, 1895 
 
 *' The Original High School Boys, 
 
 "Leaders in Town and State." 
 And I'm to toast them here to-night, 
 
 And tell what made them great, 
 Recite their virtues, and their deeds. 
 
 Their hopes, their griefs, their joys; 
 Well, go with me back thirty years, 
 
 And let us find the boys. 
 
 'Tis quite a distance in the past. 
 
 And memory grows dim. 
 Until it touches Henry Sprague, 
 
 You still remember him. 
 He and his brothers, Lu and Ed, 
 
 Were "true blue" from the start, 
 "A man's a man for a' that, an' a' that," 
 
 They learned that song by heart. 
 They took that scrg to Boston, 
 
 And they lived it everywhere. 
 And now for boys of fame and worth, 
 
 There are no better there. 
 
 17 
 
A TOAST 
 
 Then there was J. D. Miller, too. 
 
 He's senator, you know, 
 He started more than medium. 
 
 And never failed to grow. 
 He had a knack at writing, 
 
 And in preaching, few could match. 
 We should have kept him with us, 
 
 Such boys are hard to catch. 
 
 Then there was William Haven, 
 
 A High School boy, a friend; 
 He's more than a professor. 
 
 And will be to the end. 
 And how they pass before my mind, 
 
 Like panoramic view! 
 In all the many varied scenes 
 
 Which peace and conflict drew. 
 We studied and recited. 
 
 Thinking little what was said. 
 For the night might bring sad tidings. 
 
 That some precious friend was dead. 
 
 Time we stole for preparation, 
 For the concert, or the play, 
 
 To provide some needed comfort 
 For companions in the fray; 
 
 18 
 
A TOAST 
 
 And when the War was over, 
 
 And its frightful duties done, 
 
 Each boy and girl quite ready. 
 Took up duties, one by one. 
 
 You'll find them all in stations 
 
 That are worthy to be filled: 
 The churches, schools, professions, 
 
 Ever helpful, true, and skilled. 
 Thus we did our duty, 
 
 In the dark times, and the bright. 
 From the very first beginning, 
 
 Just as you do yours to-night. 
 
 'Tis a great thing for young folks 
 
 In their elders to confide. 
 To learn their thoughts and struggles. 
 
 Their successes, shame or pride; 
 To meet, as we are met to-night. 
 
 For mutual help and cheer; 
 To grasp the hand, to hear the word 
 
 That shows a heart sincere. 
 
 But 'tis a greater thing, I think, 
 And quite as helpful, too, 
 
 For older boys and girls to see 
 The good the young can do. 
 
 19 
 
A TOAST 
 
 To watch their youthful vigor, 
 
 Their bright faith and hopes so strong, 
 Forgetting all life's tumult 
 
 In their merriment and song. 
 
 And so the older boys and girls 
 
 Bid you God-speed to-night, 
 Believing you will always try 
 
 To know and do the right, 
 And that in thirty years from now, 
 
 When your life-work is told. 
 It may be free from all alloy, 
 
 And purer than fine gold. 
 
 1895. 
 
 20 
 
W. ALLEN LUEY 
 
 Of all the great and mighty throng 
 Who view the century's end, 
 
 'Tis you for whom I weave a song, 
 And hail as loyal friend. 
 
 And may the coming century find 
 Our faith and love still true, 
 
 And year by year more closely bind 
 Your heart to "Uncle Lu." 
 
 1900. 
 
 21 
 
"ADS" IN RHYME 
 
 FROM THE HOLIDAY HERALD 
 AND OTHER PAPERS 
 
THEN AND NOW 
 
 When I was but a puny thing, 
 My mother taught me how 
 
 To bake and brew, to wash and wring; 
 My wife can do it now. 
 
 In after years, into a store. 
 
 With Walter Thorpe I went, 
 
 Who taught me of the tradesman's lore 
 Of profit and per cent. 
 
 And now I have my own bazar 
 Of gifts for Christmas morn. 
 
 Which I have bought from near and far, 
 Your houses to adorn. 
 
 So, when the puddings, cakes and pies 
 
 Are done and put away. 
 And you desire to feast your eyes 
 
 On books and pictures gay. 
 
 Remember Lucien takes the cake 
 
 For selling notions low; 
 When Christmas purchases you make. 
 
 To him you'll surely go. 
 
 1885. 
 
 25 
 
SAVE YER DOLLAR 
 
 My Friend: 
 
 Always act generous, 
 
 Whatever be yer lot — 
 Not selfish, or penurious. 
 
 In any place or spot. 
 When asked to favor any scheme 
 
 That tends towards sin and squalor, 
 'Twere manly, then, to draw the line: 
 
 You'd better save yer Dollar. 
 
 You owe a duty to yourself. 
 
 As through the world you go. 
 To save a portion of its pelf, 
 
 For use when times are slow. 
 The man of labor, or of skill, 
 
 The merchant, or the scholar, 
 Can have a plenty, if he will. 
 
 You'd better save ver Dollar. 
 
 26 
 
SAVE YER DOLLAR 
 
 "A penny saved is two-pence earned." 
 
 This maxim, true and old, 
 By every person has been learned. 
 
 Who ever bought and sold. 
 Buy Christmas gifts of Lucien Lord, 
 
 "That's good advice to f oiler" — 
 For all proclaim, with one accord: 
 
 You're sure to save yer Dollar! 
 
 1885. 
 
 27 
 
FUNNY, AIN'T IT ? 
 
 Neto Song for 1888 
 
 Christmas is coming, and Lucien is here, 
 
 Funny, ain't it? 
 His goods are just lovely, prices not dear. 
 
 And that's funny, ain't it? 
 Bought at first hand, and at prices so low. 
 None are in doubt as to where they shall go 
 To get precious things their homes to make bright, 
 The whole region round is wild with delight, 
 
 And that's funny, ain't it? 
 
 He has goods from Japan, far, far away. 
 
 Funny, ain't it? 
 This is no craze, they have come here to stay, 
 
 And that's funny, ain't it? 
 Books by the thousand, never so cheap. 
 Though you don't wish to buy, just take a peep. 
 Rich fancy goods, — of these he is proud. 
 He shows them with pleasure, and doesn't talk loud. 
 
 And that's funny, ain't it? 
 
 28 
 
FUNNY, AIN'T IT? 
 
 He has plush goods, and leather goods, china and gold 
 
 Funny, ain't it? 
 Bought with spot cash, and for cash they'll be sold, 
 
 And that's funny, ain't it? 
 Paper goods, wooden goods, iron and tin. 
 Art goods, toilet goods, thick goods and thin, 
 Perfume, and winter games, pictures and toys, 
 For mothers and daughters, fathers and boys. 
 
 And that's funny, ain't it? 
 
 Lucien is modest, and never would brag. 
 
 Funny, ain't it? 
 Though under its burden his bookstore should sag. 
 
 And that's funny, ain't it? 
 But people of culture and taste are assured. 
 Where holiday presents can best be procured, 
 And all will rejoice with unspeakable joy. 
 That life is made brighter by Thankful Lord's boy. 
 
 And that's funny, ain't it? 
 
 1888. 
 
 29 
 
LUCIEN'S MESSAGE 
 
 LuciEN likes to work, 
 
 Lucien likes to sing; 
 Lucien likes to help a friend 
 
 To do a worthy thing. 
 
 He'll sell to you a home. 
 
 At half its actual worth, 
 
 Where you can be as glad and free 
 As though you owned the earth. 
 
 Athol is the town, 
 
 Lucien is the man. 
 Of South Park, Lake Park, Intervale, 
 
 He'll furnish you a plan. 
 
 1893. 
 
 30 
 
WHO IS IT ? 
 
 Who is it the children run pell-mell to meet. 
 At school or at church, in the field or the street. 
 And know that a welcome their presence will greet? 
 
 Who is it that takes the affirmative side, 
 Relies on the One who governs the tide, 
 With never a fear for the whole world beside? 
 
 Who is it will help you, whatever you seek, 
 Will start you in life at one dollar a week. 
 And if you can't pay never utter a squeak? 
 
 Who is it that morning and evening will prate, 
 About houses and lands and gilt-edged real estate, 
 And knows that old Athol is bound to be great? 
 Who is it? 
 
 1894. 
 
 31 
 
BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH 
 
 Born in Athol, October 11, 1840, eldest son of 
 Ethan Lord and Thankful Richardson I^ord. 
 Married September 1, 1868, Delia Maria Peirce, of 
 Royalston, whom he survives. 
 
 Book and music store, owner and manager, 
 1866-1890. 
 
 One of the founders of The Athol Transcript, 
 1871. 
 
 Built: Masonic Block, 1873; Sunnyside, his 
 home on Chestnut Hill, 1882; Academy of Music, 
 1892; Pequoig House, 1895. Developed I^ake Park, 
 1890-1900; gave the land for Lake Park School, 
 1895. 
 
 Superintendent of Sunday School: First Con- 
 gregational Unitarian Society, 1868-1875; Second 
 Unitarian Society, 1877-1910. 
 
 Postmaster, 1869-1888. 
 
 Represented the First Worcester District in the 
 Legislature, 1891. Committees: county estimates, 
 parishes and religious societies, joint special. This 
 session authorized the printing of the state records, 
 entitled: Massachusetts soldiers and sailors of the 
 Revolutionary War. 
 
 Has held many town offices and is now Treas- 
 urer of Athol, member of Board of Assessors, and 
 member of board of investment of the Athol Savings 
 Bank. 
 
Thaxks are due to Mr. W. L. Hill, the editor 
 of The Athol Transcript, for kind permission 
 to reprint verses originally contributed to that 
 journal, and for the use of the engraving of 
 the Signal Elm. 
 
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