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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). 
 ■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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