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 THE LIBRARY 
 
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 THE UNIVERSITY 
 OF CALIFORNIA 
 
 LOS ANGELES
 
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 LAYS 
 
 PILGRIM FATHERS; 
 
 IN AID OF THE FUND FOE COMPLETING 
 
 ial Cjmrtjr 0f % pilgrim <Jfa%rs, 
 
 IN SOUTHWAKK. 
 
 BENJAMIN SCOTT, F.R.A.S., 
 
 CHAMBERLAIN OP LONDON, AND HON. SECRETARY OF THE WORKING MEN'l 
 EDUCATIONAL UNION. 
 
 ' From seeds they sowed with weeping, 
 
 Our richest harvests rise ; 
 We still the fruits are reaping 
 
 Of Pilgrim enterprise. 
 Then prratefully to them we'll pny 
 
 The debt of fame we owe, 
 Who planted freedom's sacred tree 
 
 Two hundred years ago." 
 
 LONDON i 
 LONGMAN, GREEN, LONGMAN, AND ROBERTS, 
 
 PATEENOSTEE EOW.
 
 LOHDOK: 
 
 f ", SHOE LANK, 
 PI. RET STBRF.T.
 
 
 
 INTEODUCTOEY STATEMENT ; 
 
 AND APPEAL ON BEHALF OF THE MEMORIAL CHURCH OF THE, 
 PILGRIM FATHERS IN SOUTHWARK. 
 
 THIS is especially the age of memorials. A memorial, 
 however, is a vain thing viewed merely as an expedient 
 for preserving the memory of those of whom it is 
 written, " the name of the wicked shall rot," and 
 "their memorial is perished with them;" neither does 
 it possess much value in relation to those benefactors 
 of mankind whose deeds will necessarily be " had in 
 everlasting remembrance" when the jealousies of con 
 temporaries, and the passions and prejudices of party, 
 shall have passed away ; but, as the exponent of vital 
 principles, or of truths discovered, vindicated, or res 
 cued from neglect and oblivion, a memorial may be 
 of service in fixing such principles and truths in men's 
 minds, preserving definite impressions which the care 
 lessness of mankind might otherwise efface. 
 
 "We have, in many places, Scripture sanction for 
 such memorials. Joshua, for instance, taking posses 
 sion of the civil and religious privileges secured by 
 
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 INTRODUCTORY STATEMEXT. 
 
 . 
 
 territorial occupation of Canaan, set up " stones of 
 memorial unto the children of Israel for ever:" and 
 "he spake unto the children of Israel, saying, When 
 your children shall ask their fathers in time to come, 
 saying, What mean these stones ? then ye shall let 
 your children know, saying. . . . That all the people of 
 the earth might know the hand of the Lord, that it 
 is mighty ; and that ye might fear the Lord your God 
 for ever." (Josh, iv.) 
 
 It had occurred, some ten years since, to earnest 
 and thoughtful men, that, notwithstanding the light 
 and liberty at present enjoyed, many advantages would 
 attend the erection of a memorial which should remind 
 the present, and keep informed the eoming generations, 
 of the martyrdom, sufferings, and privations of those 
 who were the fathers of restored freedom of conscience 
 and free worship in the old world, and who became the 
 founders of an empire of free worshippers in the new. 
 It was felicitously suggested that a memorial building, 
 comprising Lecture-hall, Church, and School-rooms, 
 should be erected, as nearly as circumstances would 
 permit, on the site of the place of meeting of the first 
 Separatists of Southwark (the precursors, from 1559 
 to 1620, of the expatriated Pilgrim Fathers of New 
 England), in the vicinity of the prisons* in which so 
 many of their members were immured, and near to 
 
 The Clink and the King's Bench.
 
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 the spot where their pastor, PENRT, was, for maintain 
 ing their principles, brought to a martyr's grave. * 
 
 The attention of the friends of religious freedom 
 was directed to the suggested memorial by the Rev. 
 Thomas Binney, in a paper drawn up and subscribed 
 by himself, and subsequently subscribed by the lead 
 ing ministers of the Congregational body. As it is 
 impossible to improve upon this statement, it is tran 
 scribed in this place, to speak for itself on behalf of 
 the Pilgrims' Memorial : 
 
 "MEMOBIAI, CHTTBCH OF THE PIL&EIM: FATHERS, SOUTHWAEE. 
 
 " The Church and Congregation assembling in UNION STREET 
 CHAPEL, SOTTTHWAEK, being under the necessity of soon quitting 
 it, propose to erect, in some conspicuous situation hi the neighbour 
 hood, a new place of worship under the above title. 
 
 " Southwark is famous in the annals of Nonconformity, and was 
 intimately connected, in various ways, with those eminent and 
 heroic men who laid the foundations of society in New England. 
 During the latter half of the sixteenth century, some of the most 
 distinguished Puritan (Separatistf) confessors and martyrs found in 
 Southwark a home, a church, a prison, and a grave. 
 
 " In 1586, JOHN G-REENWOOD was a prisoner hi the Clink, a place 
 of confinement close to St. Saviour's Church, for advocating, in 
 ecclesiastical arrangements, what he regarded as an approach to the 
 purity and order of Apostolic times. 
 
 " HENBY BABBOWE, another defender of the same views, calling 
 upon GBEEJTWOOD on a Sunday morning, under the impulse of 
 Christian sympathy, ' remembering them that were in bonds as 
 
 * St. Thomas-a- Watering, Old Kent Road ; about half a mile from the selected 
 site of the Memorial Church, 
 t See foot-note at page 50.
 
 INTRODUCTORY STATEMENT. 
 
 bound with, them,' was literally secured and detained by the jailer, 
 carried to Lambeth, and presented as a prisoner to the Archbishop- 
 " In 1593, these men, in the hope of their constancy being shaken, 
 were twice taken from the prison to the gibbet, and reprieved at the 
 last moment. The first time they were led to the foot of the 
 gallows ; the second time the ropes were about their necks, and 
 they stood some minutes in the expectation of immediate death, 
 before the reprieve was produced. Nothing could aflect them. In 
 a few days they were hanged ! 
 
 "In the same month JOHN PENBY was taken from his cell in the 
 King's Bench prison, Southwark, and executed at St. Thomas-a- 
 Watering, Old Kent Koad, for Nonconformity ! 
 
 " FEANCIS JOHNSON, while a prisoner in the Clink for the same 
 ' crime,' wrote, in 1596, a defence of Separation, which converted 
 an antagonist, who had forwarded ' an argument' to convert him. 
 This convert was HENBY JACOB, who, as a man of learning, piety, 
 and zeal, soon became celebrated among the Separatists. 
 
 " HENBY JACOB resided for some time on the Continent, where he 
 came into contact with ROBINSON, from whose church went the 
 emigrants who sailed in the Mayflower, landed at Plymouth Eock, 
 and became known in history as ' THE PILGBIM FATHEES.' 
 
 " In 1616,* the first Independent Church in England was formed 
 IN SOTTTHWABK, by this HENBY JACOB, and some twenty or tliirty 
 others who united with him. ' They observed a day of solemn 
 fasting and prayer ; made, severally, a confession of their faith in 
 Christ ; and then, standing up together, they joined hands, and 
 solemnly covenanted with each other, in the presence of Almighty 
 God, to walk together in all God's ways and ordinances, according 
 as He had already revealed, or should further make them known to 
 them.' 
 
 " Mr. JACOB was chosen and constituted the pastor of this Church ; 
 but, after a service of eight years, crossed the Atlantic to join ' the 
 Pilgrims' in America. He, however, reached their resting-place 
 only to die. His career closed soon after he touched the shore ; he 
 
 * Since the above was penned, In 1853, the track of the hidden Separatist 
 Church has been traced back to the year 1559. See work by Dr. Waddington, 
 alluded to In foot-note, page 17.
 
 INTRODUCTORY STATEMENT. 
 
 was not allowed to fulfil his purpose in joining his friends, but he 
 found in the midst of them an appropriate grave. 
 
 " JOHN LATHROP succeeded Mr. JACOB as pastor of the Church 
 in Southwark. In 1632, he and some forty of the member* of his 
 Church were apprehended and sentenced to imprisonment for two 
 years ! While undergoing this punishment, Mr. Lathrop procured 
 permission from the bishop to visit his wife on her dying bed. He 
 went, commended her soul to God, and returned to jail. He 
 had a large family ; his children, deprived of both parents, peti 
 tioned for their father's liberty ; the remainder of his sentence was 
 remitted ; and, towards the close of 1634, he, with thirty of his 
 Church, joined ' the Pilgrims' in New England. 
 
 In 1641, the Church being assembled on Lord's-day for wor 
 ship, but with less than usual secrecy, they were discovered and 
 taken to the Clink. Six or seven of the members appeared before 
 the House of Lords, and received a reprimand. They were 
 ordered ' to repair to the parish church to hear Divine service ac 
 cording to the Acts of Parliament.' They repaired to then- own 
 place, and, on the next Sunday, conducted Divine service according 
 to their convictions of the mind and will of God. Three or four 
 peers, interested by what they heard and saw when the men were 
 before them, actually attended and witnessed their proceedings, 
 hearing two sermons on the words, ' All power is given unto ME in 
 heaven and in earth.' They thus heard, no doubt, of ONE whose 
 power was superior to that of any secular assembly, how dignified 
 soever ; and they would see, too, the calm confidence of men, who, 
 in the midst of persecution, relying on that power, could exult and 
 sing 
 
 " ' God is our refuge, tried and proved 
 Amid a stormy world ; 
 
 We will not fear, though earth be moved 
 And hills in ocean hurl'd. 
 
 When earth and hell against us came, 
 He spake, and quell'd their powers i 
 
 The Lord of Hosts is still the same 
 The God of Grace is ours.' 
 
 " It is unnecessary to add to the above deeply interesting and 
 suggestive facts. It was thus that SOUTHWAKK was hallowed and
 
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 sanctified in past times, by its being the birth-place of the first 
 British Congregational church ; by the confessors and martyrs of 
 Puritanism and Nonconformity being pursued within ft to prison 
 and to death ; by its little Church receiving its first pastor from 
 under the influence of ROBINSON, the founder of Independency, as 
 purified from the excesses of Brownism, and inspired with a catholic 
 spirit, the father of those who became the Pilgrim Fathers ; and 
 by many from itself joining the Pilgrims in their distant home. 
 
 "Of the constant, persecuted, and pro\J&c Nonconformity of South- 
 wark, the Union Street Church is the principal representative. The 
 intention of this Church to erect what shall be at once a suitable 
 home for itself, and a fitting MONUMENT to its noble ancestry, com 
 mends itself alike to the judgment and the heart. It must obtain 
 sympathy and approval on all hands. It is adapted to excite in 
 terest on both sides of the Atlantic it should attract aid from every 
 part of the kingdom. Let the work be done, and done well. Let 
 ministers and deacons the members of our many churches and con 
 gregations all, to whom Truth and Liberty are dear let them 
 patronize the object, and put a brick in the building. 
 
 "In these days of revived ritualism, of excessive ecclesiastical pre 
 tensions and claims, of Popish inroads and Popish conversions, let 
 there be in this great metropolis one structure, commanding and 
 conspicuous, that shall commemorate the advocates of a simple 
 polity and a Scriptural creed, and that may turn the attention of 
 observers to the study of their history a history more pregnant 
 with instruction for these our times than any other in the world. 
 
 "THOMAS BINNEY. 
 " London, January, 1853. 
 
 " We, the undersigned, unite to commend the object of our 
 friends in Southwark to all with whom we may have in 
 fluence, willingly pledging ourselves by this act to aid 
 them, by word or deed, to the utmost of our power. 
 
 James Bennett, D.D. 
 John Campbell, D.D. 
 Henry Allon. 
 
 John Leifchild, D.D. 
 J. W. Massie, D.D., 
 LL.D. 
 
 John Harris, D.D. 
 W. H. Stowell, D.D. 
 Jos. TurnbuU, B.A.
 
 INTRODUCTORY STATEMENT. 
 
 James Carlile, D.D. 
 E. Henderson, D.D. 
 Philip Smith, B.A. 
 George Smith. 
 Richard Fletcher, 
 
 Manchester. 
 John Hoppus, LL.D., 
 
 F.R.S. 
 
 Samuel Ransom, M. A. 
 John Morison, D.D., 
 
 LL.D. 
 William Campbell, 
 
 M.A. 
 
 William Bean. 
 Ralph Wardlaw, D.D. 
 J. C. Gallaway, M.A. 
 James Sherman. 
 John Stoughton. 
 John Hunt. 
 James Hill. 
 John Adey. 
 William Leask. 
 Josiah Viney. 
 George Rose. 
 
 J. E. Richards. 
 J. De Kewer Williams. 
 George Thomson. 
 Thomas James. 
 Henry Richard. 
 David Thomas. 
 George Rogers. 
 Evan Davies. 
 William Tyler. 
 B. S. Hollis. 
 George Wilkins. 
 Samuel Roberts. 
 William Rees. 
 William Owen. 
 J. C. Harrison. 
 J. W. Richardson. 
 J. Baldwin Brown, 
 
 B.A. 
 Charles Fox Vardy, 
 
 M.A. 
 
 Robert Littler. 
 Robert Philip. 
 John Bramall. 
 J. P. Dobson. 
 
 Thomas Timpson. " 
 Thomas Muscutt. 
 Robert Ainslie. 
 John Robinson. 
 John Chapman Davie. 
 G. R. Birch. 
 Charles Gilbert. 
 T. Davies. 
 
 W. Spencer Edwards. 
 D. Davies. 
 H. Seaborn. 
 John Davies. 
 W. Owen. 
 S. S. England. 
 Robert Ashton. 
 Benjamin Kent. 
 Ebenezer Davies. 
 John Kennedy, M.A. 
 W. P. Davies. 
 A. Good. 
 John Hall. 
 William Forster. 
 Charles Williams." 
 
 The CONGREGATIONAL UNION of England and Wales 
 considered the subject of sufficient importance to en 
 gage their consideration. At a meeting held in the year 
 1855, a motion, proposed by the late Rev. Dr. Harris, 
 seconded by the Rev. J. Stoughton, and supported by 
 several leading members of that body, was unanimously 
 adopted, expressive of " deep interest in the project," 
 and commending it "to the prompt and generous sym 
 pathy and support of the Christian public." ("Con 
 gregational Tear Book," 1856, p. 67.) 
 
 The intimate connection between the persecuted 
 Separatists of Southwark and the founders of the first
 
 INTRODUCTORY STATEMENT. 
 
 T^orth American settlement, could not fail to interest 
 the United States Ambassador to this country with 
 respect to the proposed memorial. The Honourable 
 Abbott Lawrence accordingly addressed to Mr. Wad- 
 dington, the pastor of the Church in Southwark, a 
 letter which manifests the deep interest which was 
 taken in the proposal by that lamented statesman. 
 
 " In common," says he, " with most of my countrymen, I enter 
 tain the most profound and sincere reverence for the memory of 
 the band of heroic Christians, who, in the face, in the Old World, 
 of neglect and oppression ; and, in the New, of terrific trials, of 
 countless dangers, of death from cold, from starvation, and from a 
 treacherous foe, founded a Christian colony, which has now grown 
 into one of the great nations of the earth. If that nation has proved 
 to the world that religious freedom and religious faith may flourish 
 together, or that perfect liberty and perfect law are not incompatible, 
 I attribute it, in no slight degree, to the deep and permanent in 
 fluence which the principles of Brewster and Robinson, Carver and 
 Bradford, and then* little commonwealth, have had upon its cha 
 racter. 
 
 " It seems superfluous to speak of this little community of men 
 and women (NOBLE WOMEN, too), which has now become one of the 
 admirations of the world, and which gathered within its ranks as 
 great, I believe, if not greater, an amount of Christian faith, forti 
 tude, endurance, and hope, than was ever found in a body of equal 
 numbers on earth. The 'Rock of Plymouth,' where they finally 
 made their home, has become our Mecca, to which we annually, on 
 the wintry anniversary of their landing, make a pilgrimage, to renew 
 our vows of fidelity to the principles of our forefathers, and offer up 
 our thankful devotions to their and our God for the civil and reli 
 gious liberty He has permitted us to inherit from them. Long may 
 that rock remain a monument to teach my countrymen so to con 
 duct the affairs of the present, that the future may not be unworthy 
 of the past we have received.
 
 INTRODUCTORY STATEMENT. 
 
 " The influence of their example is not confined to the land 
 where it was displayed. Europe has begun to study their principles ; 
 and I think I see their influence increasing in this country. I am 
 proud when I see efforts like the present to extend among the British 
 people a just knowledge of these English men and women. You, 
 too, may well be proud to be the pastor of a Church where they 
 preached and worshipped, and may appeal without fear to our bre 
 thren, both in England and throughout the world, to come forward 
 and erect a church in commemoration of an eyent, the effects of 
 which, already deeply felt, are destined probably to influence the 
 world more than any other in modern history." 
 
 Mr. Lawrence is not the only warm friend to the 
 cause whom death has removed. The late respected 
 and lamented Lord Mayor of London (Mr. Alderman 
 Wire), to the time of his death, took a deep interest 
 in the Memorial Church, and was most solicitous that 
 it should be speedily completed. 
 
 The LONDON CHAPEL BUILDING SOCIETY, constrained 
 by their constitution and duties to take a merely local 
 and strictly religious view of the proposal, have re 
 solved to countenance the project so far as it contem 
 plates provision for the ministrations of religion in a 
 district containing a vast population very destitute of 
 spiritual advantages, and have voted a liberal grant in 
 aid. 
 
 So much for the sanctions under which the sugges 
 tion has been inaugurated ; sufficient, in my judgment, 
 to warrant my treatment of it as a denominational 
 object with the Congregational body, and to encourage
 
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 me to anticipate their almost unanimous suffrages when 
 I appeal to them to put a speedy finish to a work so 
 worthy of their support. 
 
 It may be necessary to state, for the informa 
 tion of some, that delay and disappointment, with 
 consequent increase of outlay, have arisen from per 
 sonal divergence of opinion and divided counsels 
 on the part of those who, in time past, were engaged 
 in giving direction to the undertaking. Had this 
 not been so, it is reasonable to conclude that the 
 matter would ere this have approached completion. 
 Profitless is it to reopen a discussion now happily at 
 rest, and vain the endeavour to arrive at a satisfactory 
 conclusion as to the causes of disagreement. The object 
 is, fortunately, not of personal, but of national nay, 
 of universal interest. The principles involved rise 
 superior to all minor considerations. They should nei 
 ther be postponed nor set aside by merely personal and 
 temporary hindrances, or by the infirmities of human 
 agency : their issues are world- wide and everlasting. 
 
 To a rightly-constituted mind it will be refreshing 
 to turn from personal considerations to principles. In 
 this spirit, breathed in the admirable documents penned 
 by Mr. Lawrence and Mr. Binney, let us set about re 
 deeming the pledge given by the Congregational body. 
 Those who have most regretted the interruption of the 
 work will feel the liveliest interest (for the sake of the
 
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 moral influence of the case) in raising the unfinished 
 walls. Providence has given us the opportunity. Im 
 pressed with the desirableness of seizing it with promp 
 titude, I have felt that it would be a work in accordance 
 with the best feelings of my Congregational brethren 
 (Independent and Baptist) to bring the subject once 
 more before their notice. 
 
 What, then, are the facts of the case as it now 
 stands ? The Memorial Hall, erected in Buckenham 
 Square, is complete, and is used for the purposes of 
 the church there assembling ; while the School-room 
 beneath is occupied by an interesting Sabbath-school, 
 numbering some one hundred and sixty children. Both 
 buildings are occupied to the extent of accommodation 
 afforded. The church members are gradually increas 
 ing in number, and there exists a cheering spirit of 
 unanimity. The feeling of interest in the neighbour 
 hood is also encouraging, as the writer of these lines 
 can testify. The undertaking stands now quite free 
 from debt, liability, complication, or embarrassment. All 
 outstanding accounts have been paid, the building cove 
 nants on which the ground is held have been satisfied, 
 and the foundations of the whole structure are put in. 
 
 The sole remaining difficulty if such it can be 
 termed is a pecuniary one. This might be removed in 
 a week, if the Congregational body were alive to the im 
 portance of the object and the dignity of their position
 
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 with reference thereto. The elegant design which has 
 been partially erected {vide frontispiece) should, with 
 out further delay, be completed. To use Mr. Binney's 
 words, " let the work be done, and done well. Let 
 ministers and deacons, the members of our many 
 churches and congregations, all to whom Truth and 
 Liberty are dear, let them patronize the object, and put 
 a brick in the building." The occasion is not one for 
 the exercise of a niggard economy, and honour to those 
 who have already contributed forbids that any material 
 deviation in plan be entertained. The erection, which 
 in future ages will be visited by the descendants of the 
 Pilgrims from across the Atlantic, should be worthy of 
 those whom it commemorates, and of the twin countries 
 in connection with which it will stand as a connecting- 
 link. Our Transatlantic brethren are expending 40,000 
 on the erection of tlie "Plymouth Memorial." Shall it be 
 said that we cannot raise, or care not to raise, less than a 
 tithe of that sum to complete a 'memorial dedicated to the 
 same sacred and eternal principles ? 
 
 It is estimated that some 3500 will complete the 
 memorial building. The sums already promised by a 
 few friends in London, and the grant voted by the Lon 
 don Chapel Building Society will provide about 500. 
 Say, then, that 3000 is the amount now required of 
 the great Congregational body in England and Wales as 
 a thank-offering for the inestimable privilege of " FREE-
 
 INTRODUCTORY STATEMENT. 
 
 DOM TO WORSHIP GOD," obtained for them by the patient 
 and persistent endurance, even unto death, of the con 
 fessors and martyrs whose names and principles it is 
 proposed to hand down to an admiring posterity. 
 
 This sum will not amount, on an average, to fifty 
 shillings per church, and many of them would be ashamed 
 to contribute so small a sum as five times that amount. 
 Shall the thing be done, and the reproach of indifference be 
 swept away? Shall it result from this and former hum 
 ble efforts to throw light upon and excite interest in this 
 subject* that, by a general co-operation, the projected 
 memorial be removed from the category in which it now 
 stands ? reminding us unpleasantly of the illustration of 
 our Lord : " Which of you, intending to build a tower, 
 sitteth not down first, and counteth the cost, whether ye 
 have sufficient to finish it ? Lest haply, after he hath 
 laid the foundation, and is not able to finish it, all that 
 behold it begin to mock him, saying, This man began to 
 build, and was not able to finish, "f 
 
 But, in place of arousing the amoiir propre of the de 
 nomination, I prefer greatly to appeal to those grateful 
 feelings, which a little reflection on their past history 
 
 * A set of twelve large pictures or diagrams on the Pilgrim Fathers has been 
 recently published, and the compiler has also published a lecture to accompany 
 them (vide advertisement at end). Dr. Waddington has likewise, at the solicita 
 tion of American friends, prepared a volume for distribution through their 
 churches, entitled " The Track of the Hidden Church ; or, the Springs of the 
 Pilgrim Movement, from A.D. 1559 to 1620." This work is ready in America, 
 and will shortly be attainable in London. 
 
 t Luke xiv. 2830.
 
 INTRODUCTORY STATEMENT. 
 
 will not fail to excite feelings which have furnished in 
 spiration to the Poets whose "lays" I have selected for 
 publication in the following pages. 
 
 " Oh ! many a time it hath been told, 
 The story of those men of old : 
 For them fair Poetry hath wreathed 
 
 Her sweetest, fairest flower ; 
 For them proud Eloquence hath breathed 
 
 His strain of loftiest power. 
 
 Twine, GRATITUDE, a wreath for them, 
 More deathless than the diadem ; 
 Who, to life's noblest end, 
 
 Gave up life's noblest powers, 
 
 AND BADE THE LEGACY DESCEND 
 
 DOWN, DOWN TO US AND CUES." 
 
 The following Gentlemen have consented to act as Trustees and 
 joint Treasurers of Funds contributed for the Completion of 
 the Memorial. These funds will be held in reserve until the 
 structure can be finished in accordance with the original 
 design, and to the satisfaction of the London Chapel Building 
 Society : 
 
 WILLIAM ABMITAGE, Esq., Manchester. ) Surviving 
 
 APSLET PELLATT, Esq., Southwark. ) Trustees. 
 
 SAMUEL MOBLEY, Esq., London. 1 New 
 
 BENJAMIN SCOTT, Esq., Chamberlain, London. ) Trustees.
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 THE PILGRIMS' FAREWELL TO ENGLAND . . . T. C. UPHAM 21 
 
 THE PILGRIMS AT ANCHOR FELICIA HEMANS 23 
 
 HYMN ANONYMOUS 26 
 
 THE "MAYFLOWER" RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES 27 
 
 CLARK'S ISLAND HERSET B. GOODWIN 28 
 
 LANDING OF THE PILGRIMS . 
 THE PILGRIMS' FIRST SABBATH 
 PILGRIMS AT PRAYER 
 HOME OF THE PILGRIMS 
 PILGRIMS IN SUNNY CLIMES . 
 THE MISSION OF THE PILGRIMS 
 PILGRIMS' VOW . 
 
 W. C. BRYANT 30 
 
 . ANONYMOUS 31 
 
 . REV. JOHX PIERPOINT 32 
 
 GEORGE LOT 34 
 
 ANDREW MAKVELL 35 
 
 SPRAGUE 37 
 
 . MRS. SIGOURNEY 41 
 
 THE PILGRIM FUNERAL JOHN H. BRYANT 44 
 
 BURIAL HILL AT PLYMOUTH .... REV. JOHN PIERPOINT 47 
 
 PRISCILLA, THE PILGRIM MAIDEN . . H. W. LONGFELLOW 49 
 
 THE "MAYFLOWER" AT ANCHOR . H. W. LONGFELLOW 51
 
 20 
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 THE RETURN OF THE "MAYFLOWER 
 ROBINSON OF LEYDEN ... 
 ELDER BREWSTER'S CHAIR . 
 THE MAIDEN PILGRIM'S PRAYER . 
 STORY OF THE PILGRIMS 
 PILGRIM INFLUENCE 
 
 PAGE. 
 
 H. W. LONGFELLOW 54 
 
 O. W. HOLMES 56 
 
 . ANONYMOUS 53 
 
 LORA STANDISH CO 
 
 . REV. Da. FLINT 61 
 
 J. RUSSELL LOWELL 6i 
 
 "WE ARE ONE" (INTERNATIONAL ODE) .. . WASHINGTON ALLSTON 66 
 THE SONG OF THE DUMB (WELCOME TO THE PRINCE OP 
 
 WALES) MBS. TEET G7 
 
 OUR FATHERS' LAND (INTERNATIONAL ODE) . . O. W. HOLMES 69 
 
 PILGRIM LAMPS . . / . F. M. CAULKINS 70
 
 LAYS OF THE PILGEIM FATHEBS. 
 
 THE PILGRIMS' FAKEWELL TO ENGLAND. 
 
 THE breeze has swelled the whitening sail, 
 The blue waves curl beneath the gale, 
 And, bounding with the wave and wind, 
 We leave Old England's shores behind 
 Leave behind our native shore, 
 Homes, and all we loved before. 
 
 The deep may dash, the winds may blow, 
 The storm spread out its wings of woe, 
 Till sailors' eyes can see a shroud 
 Hung in the folds of every cloud : 
 Still, as long as life shall last, 
 From that shore we'll speed us fast.
 
 THE PILGRIMS' FAREWELL TO ENGLAND. 
 
 For we would rather never be, 
 Than dwell where mind cannot be free, 
 But Hows beneath a despot's rod, 
 E'en where it seeks to worship God. 
 
 Blasts of heaven, onward sweep ! 
 
 Bear us o'er the troubled deep ! 
 
 0, see what wonders meet our eyes ! 
 
 Another land, and other skies ! 
 
 Columbia's hills have met our view ! 
 
 Adieu ! Old England's shores, adieu ! 
 Here, at length, our feet shall rest, 
 Hearts be free, and homes be blessed. 
 
 As long as yonder firs shall spread 
 Their green arms o'er the mountain's head 
 As long as yonder cliffs shall stand, 
 Where join the ocean and the land, 
 
 Shall those cliffs and mountains be 
 
 Proud retreats for liberty. 
 
 T. C. UPHAM.
 
 THE PILGRIMS AT ANCHOR. 
 
 THE breaking waves dashed high, 
 
 On a stern and rock-bound coast ; 
 And the woods, against a stormy sky, 
 
 Their giant branches tost ; 
 And the heavy night hung dark, 
 
 The hills and waters o'er, 
 When a band of exiles moored their bark 
 
 On the wild New England shore. 
 
 Not as the conqueror comes, 
 
 They, the true-hearted, came ; 
 Not with the stirring roll of drums, 
 
 And the trumpet that sings of fame. 
 Not as the flying come, 
 
 In silence and in fear 
 They shook the depths of the desert gloom 
 
 With their hymns of lofty cheer. 
 
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 THE PILGRIMS AT ANCHOR. 
 
 Amid the storm they sang, 
 
 And the stars heard, and the sea ; 
 And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang 
 
 With the anthem of the free ! 
 The ocean eagle soared 
 
 From his nest by the white waves' foam, 
 And the rocking pines of the forest roared ; 
 
 This was their welcome home. 
 
 There were men with hoary hair 
 
 Amid that pilgrim band ; 
 Why had they come to wither there, 
 
 Away from their childhood's land ? 
 There was woman's fearless eye, 
 
 Lit by her deep love's truth ; 
 There was manhood's brow serenely high, 
 
 And the fiery heart of youth. 
 
 What sought they thus afar ? 
 
 Bright jewels of the mine ? 
 The wealth of seas ? the spoils of war ? 
 
 They sought a faith's pure shrine ! 
 Ay, call it holy ground, 
 
 The soil where first they trod : 
 They have left unstained what there they found 
 
 FREEDOM TO WORSHIP GOD ! 
 
 FELICIA HEMANS.
 
 THE PILGRIMS AT ANCHOR. 
 
 At a Pilgrim celebration in Boston, held November llth, 1851, the Rev. 
 Charles Brooks said : " It may not be uninteresting to state the cause and 
 occasion of the writing of that popular little poem on the ' Landing of Pilgrim 
 Fathers,' by Mrs. Hemans. During a short and delightful stay at her house in 
 Dublin, Ireland, in July, 1834, I had a long conversation with her. She 
 expressed a deep interest in the United States; and said that she had been 
 better understood in Massachusetts than in England. 
 
 " I told her that, as a member of the Old Colony Pilgrim Society, I had 
 a right to thank her, in their name, for her true and touching little poem 
 on the landing of the Pilgrim Fathers. ' Well,' said she, ' should you like to 
 know how I came to write it ? I purchased two volumes at the bookstore, and 
 brought them home, and, as I laid them on my table, my eye was attracted by 
 their envelope, which proved to be eight pages 8vo of an address delivered at 
 Plymouth on some anniversary. The excellence of the paper and the beauty 
 of the type arrested my attention ; but how this stray fragment got to Ireland, 
 I could never ascertain. I began to read, and I found it contained an entire 
 description of the fact of landing, and so beautiful was the painting, and so 
 thrilling the fact, that I could not rest till I had thrown them into verse. I 
 took off my bonnet, seized my pen, and, having read and re-read the story, 
 I caught the fire from this transatlantic torch, and began to write, and before I 
 was aware I had finished my poem.' 
 
 " I then told her how much we valued the lines for their truthfulness and 
 spirit, and how I had stood with a thous.md persons in the old Pilgrim Church, 
 at Plymouth, on ' Forefathers' Day,' and sung with them her exquisite hymn. 
 At this remark a tear stcjle into her eye. ' But,' said I, ' my dear madam, there 
 are two lines of that poem which the descendants of the pilgrims prize above the 
 rest.' ' Ah ! which are they ?' I began to repeat ' They left unstained what 
 there they found ;' ' O ! yes,' said she, interrupting me hastily, and then 
 reciting the next line, ' Freedom to worship God.' ' Yes,' I replied, ' Freedom 
 to worship God.' Then raising her voice, her eye at the same moment beaming 
 with religious enthusiasm, she exclaimed : ' It is the TRUTH there, which makes 
 the poetry.' 
 
 " When about to say farewell to this charming lady, she took my hand, and 
 said ' When you next meet with your Pilgrim Society, present them my heart 
 felt thanks for their nattering partiality towards me, and tell them that I wish 
 every one of them prosperity and happiness.' "
 
 HYMN. 
 
 GOD of our fathers, to Thy throne 
 Our grateful songs we raise ; 
 
 Thou art our God, and Thou alone r 
 Accept our humble praise. 
 
 Unnumbered benefits from Thee 
 Are showered upon our land ; 
 
 Behold ! through all our coasts we see 
 The bounties of Thy hand. 
 
 Here Thou wert once the Pilgrims' guide ; 
 
 Thou gav'st them here a place, 
 Where freedom spreads its blessings wide, 
 
 O'er all their favoured race. 
 
 Here, Lord, Thy gospel's holy light 
 
 Is shed on all our hills ; 
 And, like the rains and dews of night, 
 
 Celestial grace distils. 
 
 Still teach us, Lord, Thy name to fear, 
 
 And still our guardian be ; 
 let our children's children here 
 
 For ever worship Thee.
 
 THE MAYFLOWER. 
 
 O, little Fleet ! that, on thy quest divine, 
 
 Sailedst from Palos one bright autumn morn, 
 Say, has Old Ocean's bosom ever borne 
 
 A freight of Faith and Hope, to match with thine ? 
 
 Say, too, has Heaven's high favour given again 
 Such consummation of desire, as shone 
 About Columbus, when he rested on 
 
 The new-found world and married it to Spain ? 
 
 Answer, thou refuge of the freeman's need, 
 Thou for whose destinies no kings looked out, 
 Nor sages to resolve some mighty doubt, 
 
 Thou simple Mayflower of the salt-sea mead ! 
 
 When thou wert wafted to that distant shore, 
 
 Gray flowers, bright birds, rich odours, met thee not, 
 Stern nature hail'd thee to a sterner lot 
 
 God gave free earth and air, and gave no more. 
 
 Thus to men cast in that heroic mould 
 
 Came empire, such as Spaniard never knew 
 Such empire as beseems the just and true ; 
 
 And at the last, almost unsought, came gold. 
 
 But He, who rules both calm and stormy days, 
 
 Can guard that people's heart, that nation's health, 
 Safe on the perilous heights of power and wealth, 
 
 As in the straitness of the ancient ways. 
 
 RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES.
 
 CLAEK'S ISLAND.* 
 
 HAIL, hallowed spot ! where Freedom's rays 
 First darted o'er the wanderer's ways, 
 
 And gave him rest ; 
 First brought the dawn of brighter days, 
 
 Thy shores are blest ! 
 But dark the clouds that lingered round 
 The island which the Pilgrims found, 
 
 In time long gone ; 
 And deep and drear the thrilling sound 
 
 Of gathering storm. 
 
 Aye, dark indeed, the night of yore, 
 That rocked the Mayflower near thy shore 
 
 On wintry tides ; 
 For dark the waves that round thee roar, 
 
 And wash thy sides. 
 
 * A small island at the entrance of Plymouth Bay, Mass. At the highest 
 point of land is a gray rock, commanding a view of the surrounding shores. 
 Here the Pilgrims, having posted a sentinel, kept their first Sabbath in New 
 England. Under the shelter of this gray rock the pastor of the Church of the 
 Pilgrim Fathers in Southwark united in worship with descendants of the 
 Pilgrims. On the day when the foundation-stone of the Monument at Ply 
 mouth was laid, Dr. Waddington also stood on the rock where the Pilgrims 
 landed after leaving Clark's Island, and offered prayer for America and England.
 
 CLARK'S ISLAND. 
 
 But bright the star that lent its ray 
 To bear the traveller on his way 
 
 From childhood's seat, 
 That lighted up so fair a day 
 
 For his retreat. 
 
 Oh, who would ask a holier bed 
 Than where he laid his weary head 
 
 And nobly slept ; 
 For though the Pilgrim long hath fled, 
 
 His spirit's left. 
 
 Then hail the spot, where first the sound 
 Of freedom shook the sacred ground 
 
 In early days, 
 And filled the hills and forest round 
 
 "With gladsome praise. 
 
 HEBSET B. GOODWIN.
 
 LANDING OF THE PILGRIMS. 
 
 WILD was the day ; the wintry sea 
 
 Moaned sadly on New England's strand 
 
 When first, the thoughtful and the free, 
 Our fathers trod the desert land. 
 
 They little thought how pure a light, 
 
 With years, should gather round that day ; 
 
 How love should keep their memories bright, 
 How wide a realm their sons should sway. 
 
 Green are their bays, and greener still 
 
 Shall round their spreading fame be wreathed ; 
 
 And regions now untrod shall thrill 
 
 With reverence when their names are breathed. 
 
 Till where the sun, with softer fires, 
 
 Looks v on the vast Pacific's sleep, 
 The children of the Pilgrim sires 
 
 This hallowed day like us shall keep.* 
 
 W. C. BRYANT. 
 
 * " FOBBFATHBBS* DAT," December the 22nd, the anniversary of the landing 
 at the Plymouth Bock.
 
 THE PILGRIMS' FIRST SABBATH. 
 
 THE modest Isle of yonder Bay,* 
 Screened from the rougher blasts and spray, 
 There, long by storm and billow driven, 
 With mast and sail to fragments riven, 
 The wanderers sought its welcome shore, 
 And safe their struggling shallop moor ; 
 There watchful met the earliest dawn, 
 When first revealed the Sabbath morn, 
 That prayer and praise might o'er the deep 
 Harmonious strains in concert keep. 
 
 New England's pristine Sabbath-day 
 On Time's dark flood has passed away ; 
 The Pilgrim chant is heard no more, 
 That echoed once upon that shore ; 
 And hushed the lips whose accents gave 
 Their grateful notes to wind and wave ; 
 But still the Sabbath's cheerful hours 
 Shall claim and bless our noblest powers, 
 And wing our thoughts to scenes divine, 
 Where faith and hope no more decline. 
 
 * Clark's Island. Then came the Sabbath ; they had been three days from 
 their friends ; the Captain waa in haste to be gone, but nothing would induce 
 them to move. A sentinel was posted, and the party, under the shelter of a 
 gray rock, kept the first Christian Sabbath in New England.
 
 PILGRIMS AT PRAYER. 
 
 THE winds and waves were roaring, 
 
 The Pilgrims met for prayer ; 
 And here, their God adoring, 
 
 They stood in open air : 
 When breaking day they greeted, 
 
 And when its close was calm, 
 The leafless woods repeated 
 
 The music of their psalm. 
 
 Not thus, God, to praise Thee 
 
 Do we, their children, throng 
 The temple's areh we raise Thee 
 
 Gives back our choral song. 
 Yet, on the winds that bore Thee 
 
 Their worship and their prayers, 
 May ours come up before Thee 
 
 From hearts as true as theirs ! 
 
 What have we, Lord, to bind us 
 To this, the Pilgrims' shore ? 
 Their hill of graves behind us, 
 Their watery way before ;
 
 PILGRIMS AT PRAYER. 
 
 The wintry surge that dashes 
 Against the rocks they trod, 
 
 Their memory and their ashes, 
 Be Thou their guard, God ! 
 
 "We would not, Holy Father, 
 
 Forsake this hallow'd spot, 
 Till on that shore we gather 
 
 Where graves and griefs are not,- 
 The shore where true devotion 
 
 Shall rear no pillar'd shrine, 
 And see no other ocean 
 
 Than that of love divine. 
 
 REV. JOHN PIERPOINT.
 
 HOME OF THE PILGRIMS. 
 
 OVER the mountain wave, see where they come ! 
 
 Storm-cloud and wintry wind welcome them home ; 
 
 Yet, where the sounding gale howls to the sea, 
 
 There their song peals along, deep-toned and free : 
 " Pilgrims and wanderers, hither we come, 
 Where the free dare to be this is our home !" 
 
 England hath sunny dales, dearly they bloom ; 
 
 Scotia hath heather bells, sweet their perfume ; 
 
 Yet through the wilderness cheerful we stray, 
 
 Native land, native land home far away ! 
 " Pilgrims and wanderers, hither we come, 
 Where the free dare to be this is our home !" 
 
 Dim grew the forest-path ; onward they trod ; 
 
 Firm beat their noble hearts, trusting in God. 
 
 Gray men an<^ blooming maids, high rose their song ; 
 
 Hear it sweep, clear and deep, ever along 
 " Pilgrims and wanderers, hither we come, 
 Where the free dare to be this is our home ! " 
 
 Not theirs the glory wreath, torn by the blast ; 
 
 Heavenward their holy steps, heavenward they pass'cl ! 
 
 Green be their mossy graves, ours be their fame ! 
 
 While their song peals along, ever the same 
 " Pilgrims and wanderers, hither we come, 
 Where the free dare to be this our home !" 
 
 GEORGE LUNT.
 
 PILGRIMS IN SUNNY CLIMES .* 
 
 WHERE the remote Bermudas ride 
 In th' ocean's bosom unespy'd ; 
 From a small boat that row'd along, 
 The list'ning wind received this song : 
 
 " What should we do but sing His praise, 
 That led us through the wat'iy maze, 
 Unto an isle so long unknown, 
 And yet far kinder than our own ? 
 Where He the huge sea-monster wracks, 
 That lift the deep upon their backs. 
 He lands us on a grassy stage, 
 Safe from the storms' and prelates' rage. 
 He gave us this eternal spring, 
 Which here enamels every thing ; 
 And sends the fowls to us in care, 
 On daily visits through the air. 
 
 * The above lines do not refer to the Pilgrim Fathers, but to a settlement at 
 the Bermudas under somewhat similar circumstances, as is evidenced by the . 
 allusion to immunity from persecution for conscience sake. By the third patent 
 of the Virginia Company, granted in 1612, the Bermudas, and all islands within 
 three hundred leagues of the coast, were included within the limits of their juris 
 diction. These islands they sold to 120 of their own members, who became a dis 
 tinct corporation, under the name of the Somers' Islands Company. See " Stith'g 
 Virginia," p. 127, App. 4. 
 
 George Mourt, writing of the Pilgrims of Plymouth, says: "The 
 example of the Honourable Virginia and Bermudas Companies encountering 
 with so many disasters, and that for divers years together, with an unwearied 
 resolution, the good effects whereof are now eminent, may prevail as a spur of 
 preparation also touching this no less hopeful country. Though yet an infant, 
 their extent and commodities are as yet not fully known ; aftertime will unfold 
 more."
 
 36 PILGRIMS IN SUNNY CLIMES. 
 
 He hangs in shades the orange bright, 
 Like golden lamps in a green night ; 
 And does in the pomegranates close 
 Jewels more rich than ocean shows. 
 He makes the figs our mouths to meet, 
 And throws the melons at our feet ; 
 But apples plants of such a price, 
 No tree could ever bear them twice. 
 With cedars chosen by His hand, 
 From Lebanon, He stores the land ; 
 And makes the hollow seas that roar 
 Proclaim the ambergrease on shore. 
 He cast (of which we rather boast) 
 The Gospel's pearl upon our coast ; 
 And in these rocks for us did frame 
 A temple, where to sound His name. 
 Oh ! let our voice His praise exalt, 
 Till it arrive at heaven's vault ; 
 Which, then (perhaps) rebounding, may 
 Echo beyond the Mexique Bay." 
 
 Thus sung they, in the English boat, 
 An holy and a cheerful note ; 
 And all the way, to guide their chime, 
 With falling oars they kept the time. 
 
 ANDREW MARVELL.
 
 THE MISSION OF THE PILGEIMS. 
 
 THEY come that coining who shall tell ? 
 The eye may weep, the breast may swell ; 
 But the poor tongue in vain essays 
 A fitting note for them to raise. 
 We hear the after- shout that rings 
 For them who smote the power of kings ; 
 The swelling triumph all would share : 
 But who the dark defeat would dare, 
 And boldly meet the wrath and woe 
 That wait the unsuccessful blow ? 
 
 It were an envied fate, we deem, 
 To live a land's recorded theme 
 
 When we are in the tomb. 
 We, too, might yield the joys of home, 
 And waves of winter darkness roam, 
 
 And tread a shore of gloom, 
 Knew we those waves, through coming time, 
 Should roll our names to every clime ; 
 Felt we that millions on that shore 
 Should stand, our memory to adore. 
 But no glad vision burst in light 
 Upon the pilgrim's aching sight ;
 
 THE MISSION OF THE ^ILGRIMS. 
 
 Their hearts no proud hereafter swelled ; 
 Deep shadows veiled the way they held ; 
 The yell of vengeance was the trump of fame ; 
 Their monument, a grave without a name. 
 
 Yet strong in weakness, there they stand 
 
 On yonder icebound rock, 
 Stern and resolved, that faithful band, 
 
 To meet fate's rudest shock. 
 Though anguish rends the father's breast, 
 For them, his dearest and his best, 
 
 With him the waste who trod ; 
 Though tears that freeze the mother sheds 
 Upon her children's houseless heads 
 
 The Christian turns to God ! 
 
 In grateful adoration now, 
 
 Upon the barren sands they bow ; 
 
 What tongue of joy e'er woke such prayer 
 
 As bursts in desolation there ! 
 
 What arm of strength e'er wrought such power 
 
 As waits to crown that feeble hour ! 
 
 There into life an infant empire springs I 
 There falls the iron from the soul, 
 There Liberty's young accents roll 
 
 Up to the King of kings ! 
 To fair creation's farthest bound 
 That thrilling summons yet shall sound ; 
 The dreaming nations shall awake, 
 And to their centre earth's old kingdoms shake.
 
 THE MISSION OF THE PILGRIMS. 
 
 Pontiff and Prince, your sway 
 
 Must crumble from that day. 
 
 Before the loftier throne of Heaven, 
 
 The band is raised, the pledge is given 
 
 One monarch to obey, one creed to own : 
 
 That monarch, God ; that creed, His Word alone. 
 
 Spread out earth's holiest records here, 
 Of days and deeds to reverence dear. 
 A zeal like this what pious legends tell ! 
 On kingdoms built 
 In blood and guilt, 
 
 The worshippers of vulgar triumph dwell. 
 But what exploits with theirs shall page 
 
 Who rose to bless their kind, 
 Who left their nation and their age, 
 
 Man's spirit to unbind ? 
 
 Who boundless seas passed o'er 
 And boldly met, in every path, 
 Famine, and frost, and heathen wrath, 
 
 To dedicate a shore, 
 
 Where Piety's meek train might breathe their vow, 
 And seek their Maker with an unshamed brow ; 
 Where Liberty's glad race might proudly come, 
 And set up there an everlasting home ! 
 
 0, many a time it hath been told, 
 The story of those men of old :
 
 40 
 
 THE MISSION OF THE PILGRIMS. 
 
 For this fair Poetry hath, wreathed 
 
 Her sweetest, purest flower ; 
 For this proud El&quence hath breathed 
 
 His strain of loftiest power : 
 Devotion, too, hath lingered round 
 Each spot of consecrated ground, 
 
 .And hill and valley blessed ; 
 There, where our banished fathers strayed, 
 There, where they loved, and wept, and prayed, 
 
 There, where their ashes rest. 
 And never may they rest unsung 
 While Liberty can find a tongue. 
 Twine, Gratitude, a wreath for them, 
 More deathless than the diadem, 
 Who, to life's noblest end, 
 
 Gave up life's noblest powers, 
 And bade the legacy descend, 
 
 Down, down to us and ours. 
 
 SPRAGUE.
 
 PILGRIMS' VOW. 
 
 How slow yon tiny vessel ploughs the main ! 
 Amid the heavy billows now she seems 
 A toiling atom, then from wave to wave 
 Leaps madly, by the tempest lashed, or reels, 
 Half wrecked, through gulfs profound. 
 
 Moons wax and wane, 
 
 But still that lonely traveller treads the deep. 
 I see an icebound coast, toward which she steers 
 With such a tardy movement, that it seems 
 Stern Winter's hand hath turned her keel to stone, 
 And sealed his victory on her slippery shrouds. 
 They land ! they land ! not like the Genoese, 
 With glittering sword, and gaudy train, and eye 
 itindling with golden fancies. Forth they come 
 From their long prison hardy forms, that brave 
 The world's unkindness men of hoary hair, 
 And virgins of firm heart, and matrons grave, 
 Who hush the wailing infant with a glance. 
 Bleak Nature's desolation wraps them round, 
 Eternal forests, or unyielding earth, 
 And savage men, who through the thickets peer 
 With vengeful arrow. What could lure their steps 
 To this drear desert ? Ask of him who left 
 His father's house to roam through Haran's wilds, 
 Distrusting not the Guide who called him forth,
 
 PILGRIMS' vow. 
 
 doubting, though a stranger, that his seed 
 Should be as Ocean's sands. 
 
 But yon lone bark 
 Hath spread her parting sail. 
 
 They crowd the strand, 
 
 Those few lone pilgrims. Can ye scan the woe 
 That wrings their bosoms, as the last frail link, 
 Binding to man and habitable earth, 
 Is severed ? Can ye tell what pangs were there, 
 What keen regrets, what sickness of the heart, 
 "What yearnings o'er their forfeit land of birth, 
 Their distant dear ones ? 
 
 Long, with straining eye 
 
 They watch the lessening speck. Heard ye no shriek 
 Of anguish, when that bitter loneliness 
 Sank down into their bosoms ? No, they turn 
 Back to their dreary, famished huts, and pray ! 
 Pray, and the ills that haunt this transient life 
 Fade into air. Up in each girded breast 
 There sprang a rooted and mysterious strength 
 A loftiness to face a world in arms, 
 To strip the pomp from sceptres, and to lay 
 Upon the sacred altar the warm blood 
 Of slain affections, when they rise between 
 The soul and God. 
 
 And can ye deem it strange 
 
 That from their planting such a branch should bloom 
 As nation's envy ? Would a germ, embalmed 
 With prayer's pure tear-drops, strike no deeper root
 
 PILGRIMS' vow. 
 
 Than that which mad ambition's hand doth strew 
 Upon the winds, to reap the winds again ? 
 Hid by its veil of waters from the hand 
 Of greedy Europe, their bold vine spread forth 
 In giant strength. 
 
 Its early clusters, crushed 
 In England's wine-press, gave the tyrant host 
 A draught of deadly wine. O, ye who boast 
 In your free veins the blood of sires like these, 
 Lose not their lineaments. Should Mammon cling 
 Too close around your heart, or wealth beget 
 That bloated luxury which eats the core 
 From manly virtue, or the tempting world 
 Make faint the Christian purpose in your soul, 
 Turn ye to Plymouth's beach, and on that rock 
 Kneel in their footprints and renew the vow 
 They breathed to God. 
 
 MBS. SIGOUENET.
 
 THE PILGRIM FUNEKAL. 
 
 IT was a wintry scene, 
 
 The hills were whiten'd o'er, 
 And the chill north winds were blowing keen 
 
 Along the rocky shore. 
 
 Gone was the wood-bird's lay 
 
 That the summer forest fills ; 
 And the voice of the stream had pass'd away 
 From its path among the hills ; 
 
 And the low sun coldly smiled 
 
 Through the boughs of the ancient wood, 
 Where a hundred souls son, sire, wife, and child- 
 
 Around a coffin stood. 
 
 They raised it gently up, 
 
 And, through the untrodden snow, 
 They bore it away, with a solemn step, 
 
 To a woody vale below ; 
 
 And grief was in each eye 
 
 As they moved towards the spot ; 
 And brief low speech, and tear and sigh, 
 
 Told that a friend was not.
 
 THE PILGRIM FUNERAL. 
 
 When they laid his cold corpse low 
 
 In its dark and narrow cell, 
 Heavy the mingled earth and snow 
 
 Upon his coffin fell. 
 
 Weeping, they passed away, 
 
 And left him there alone, 
 With no mark to tell where their dead friend lay, 
 
 But the mossy forest stone. 
 
 When the winter storms were gone, 
 And the strange birds sang around, 
 
 Green grass and violets sprung upon 
 That spot of holy ground. 
 
 And o'er him giant trees 
 
 Their proud arms toss'd on high, 
 And rustled music in the breeze 
 
 That wandered through the sky. 
 
 When these were overspread 
 
 With the leaves that autumn gave, 
 
 They bow'd them in the wind, and shed 
 Their leaves upon his grave. 
 
 These woods are perished now, 
 
 And that humble grave forgot, 
 And the yeoman sings as he draws his plough 
 
 O'er that once sacred spot.
 
 THE PILGRIM FUNERAL. 
 
 Two centuries are flown 
 
 Since they laid his cold corpse low, 
 And his bones are mouldered to dust, and strewn 
 
 To the breezes long ago. 
 
 And they who laid him there 
 
 That sad and suffering train 
 Now sleep in dust, to tell us where 
 
 No lettered stones remain, 
 
 Their memory remains ; 
 
 And ever shall remain, 
 More lasting than the aged fanes 
 
 Of Egypt's storied plain. 
 
 JOHN H. BRYANT.
 
 BUEIAL HILL AT PLYMOUTH.* 
 
 THE Pilgrim Fathers where are they ? 
 
 The waves that brought them o'er 
 Still roll in the bay, and throw their spray, 
 
 As they break along the shore; 
 Still roll in the bay as they rolled that day 
 
 When the Mayflower moored below, 
 When the sea around was black with storms, 
 
 Am] white the shore with snow. 
 
 The mists that wrapped the pilgrims' sleep 
 
 Still brood upon the tide ; 
 And his rocks yet keep their watch by the deep, 
 
 To stay its waves of pride : 
 But the snow-white sail, that he gave to the gale 
 
 When the heavens looked dark, is gone : 
 As an angel's wing, through an opening cloud, 
 
 Is seen, and then withdrawn. 
 
 * COLE'S HILL, where the Pilgrims who died in the first winter were buried. 
 Their graves were smoothed, lest the Indians should learn the great extent of 
 mortality which prevailed. No traces now remain of these graves.
 
 BURIAL HILL AT PLYMOUTH. 
 
 The pilgrim exile sainted name ! 
 
 The hill, whose icy brow 
 Rejoiced, when he came, in the morning's flame 
 
 In the morning's flame burns now. 
 And the moon's cold light as it lay that night 
 
 On the hill-side and the sea, 
 Still lies where he laid his houseless head : 
 
 But the pilgrim where is he ? 
 
 The Pilgrim Fathers are at rest ; 
 
 When summer's throned on high, 
 And the world's warm breast is in verdure dressed, 
 
 Go, stand on the hill where they lie. 
 The earliest ray of the golden day 
 
 On that hallowed spot is cast ; 
 And the evening sun, as he leaves the world, 
 
 Looks kindly on that spot last. 
 
 The pilgrim spirit has not fled, 
 
 It walks in noon's broad light ; 
 And it watches the bed of the glorious dead, 
 
 With the holy stars, by night. 
 It watches the bed of the brave who have bled, 
 
 And shall guard this ice-bound shore 
 Till the waves of the bay, where the Mayflower lay, 
 
 Shall foam and freeze no more. 
 
 REV. J. PIERPOINT.
 
 ^risrilla.
 
 PRISCILLA, THE PILGRIM MAIDEN.* 
 
 Through the Plymouth woods John Alden went on his 
 
 errand ; 
 
 Came to an open space, and saw the disk of the ocean, 
 Sailless, sombre, and cold with the comfortless breath of 
 
 the east- wind; 
 Saw the new-built house, and people at work in a 
 
 meadow ; 
 Heard, as he drew near the door, the musical voice of 
 
 Priscilla 
 Singing the hundredth Psalm, the grand old Puritan 
 
 anthem, 
 Music that Luther sang to the sacred words of the 
 
 Psalmist, 
 Full of the breath of the Lord, consoling and comforting 
 
 many. 
 Then, as he opened the door, he beheld the form of the 
 
 maiden 
 Seated beside her wheel, and the carded wool like a 
 
 snow-drift 
 Piled at her knee, her white hands feeding the ravenous 
 
 spindle, 
 
 While with her foot on the treadle she guided the wheel 
 in its motion. 
 
 * Priscilla Mullins, afterwards the wife of John Alden, above alluded to. 
 
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 PRISC1LLA, THE PILGRIM MAIDEN. 
 
 Open wide on her lap lay the well-worn psalm-book of 
 
 Ains worth, 
 Printed in Amsterdam, the words and the music 
 
 together, 
 Rough-hewn, angular notes, like stones in the wall of a 
 
 churchyard, 
 Darkened and overhung by the running vine of the 
 
 verses. 
 Such was the book from whose pages she sang the old 
 
 Puritan anthem, 
 
 She, the Puritan girl,* in the solitude of the forest, 
 Making the humble house and the modest apparel of 
 
 home-spun 
 Beautiful with her beauty, and rich with the wealth of 
 
 her being ! 
 
 EL W. LONGFELLOW. 
 
 * The compiler respectfully takes exception to the term "Puritan" as 
 applied to the Pilgrim Fathers, or any one of their company. They were Sepa 
 ratists, but not Puritans ; the distinctions between these parties are too impor 
 tant to admit of any tampering with the facts on this point. The Puritans 
 justified the intrusion of the powers of the State into the realms of conscience, 
 and invoked those powers to enforce their views. The Separatists to their 
 eternal honour be it spoken never persecuted, even in a persecuting age, and, 
 when called upon to do so, protested and voted against it, as utterly opposed to 
 Chribt's teaching. They were also the first in modern times to assert the abso 
 lute supremacy of Christ in all matters concerning a Christian's conscience, and 
 the independence of Christ's Kingdom of the powers of the world.
 
 THE MAYFLOWER RIDING AT ANCHOR, 
 
 EVENING. 
 
 Slowly as out of the heavens, with apocalyptical splen 
 dors, 
 
 Sank the City of God, in the vision of John the Apostle, 
 
 So, with its cloudy walls of chrysolite, jasper, and 
 sapphire, 
 
 Sank the broad red sun, and over its turrets uplifted 
 
 Glimmered the golden reed of the angel who measured 
 the city. 
 
 Dimly the shadowy form of the Mayflower riding at 
 anchor, 
 
 Rocked on the rising tide, and ready to sail on the 
 morrow. 
 
 MORNING. 
 
 The village of Plymouth 
 
 Woke from its sleep, and arose, intent on its manifold 
 labors. 
 
 Sweet was the air and soft ; and slowly the smoke from 
 the chimneys 
 
 Rose over roofs of thatch, and pointed steadily east 
 ward; 
 
 Men came forth from the doors, and paused and talked 
 of the weather,
 
 52 THE MAYFLOWER BIDING AT ANCHOR. 
 
 Said that the wind had changed, and was blowing fair 
 for the Mayflower. 
 
 Merrily sang the birds, and the tender voices of women 
 
 Consecrated with hymns the common cares of the house 
 hold. 
 
 Out of the sea rose the sun, and the billows rejoiced at 
 his coming ; 
 
 Beautiful were his feet on the purple tops of the moun 
 tains ; 
 
 Beautiful on the sails of the Mayflower riding at 
 anchor, 
 
 Battered and blackened and worn by all the storms of 
 the winter. 
 
 Loosely against her masts was hanging and flapping her 
 canvas, 
 
 Rent by so many gales, and patched by the hands of the 
 sailors. 
 
 Suddenly from her side, as the sun rose over the ocean, 
 
 Darted a puff of smoke, and floated seaward ; anon rang 
 
 Loud over field and forest the cannon's roar, and the 
 echoes 
 
 Heard and repeated the sound, the signal-gun of depar 
 ture ! 
 
 Ah ! but with louder echoes replied the hearts of the 
 people ! 
 
 Meekly, in voices subdued, the chapter was read from 
 the Bible, 
 
 Meekly the prayer was begun, but ended in fervent 
 entreaty !
 
 THE MAYFLOWER RIDING AT ANCHOR. 53 
 
 Then from their houses in haste came forth the Pilgrims 
 of Plymouth, 
 
 Men and women and children, all hurrying down to the 
 sea-shore, 
 
 Eager, with tearful eyes, to say farewell to the May 
 flower, 
 
 Homeward bound o'er the sea, and leaving them here in 
 the desert. 
 
 H. W. LONGFELLOW. 
 
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 THE RETURN OF THE MAYFLOWEK. 
 
 After remaining one hundred and ten days in Plymouth harbour, this historical 
 and gallant little ship returned to England in April, 1621 ; and, notwith 
 standing their reduction by death, their sufferings, perils, and priva 
 tions, all the surviving Pilgrims remained at. their posts ; not one 
 re-embarked. 
 
 STRONG hearts and true ! not one went back in the* 
 
 Mayflower ! 
 No, not one looked back, who had set his hand to this 
 
 ploughing ! 
 Soon were heard on board the shouts and songs of the 
 
 sailors 
 Heaving the windlass round, and hoisting the ponderous 
 
 anchor. 
 Then the yards were braced, and all sails set to the 
 
 west- wind, 
 Blowing steady and strong ; and the Mayflower sailed 
 
 from, the harbour, 
 Rounded the point of the Gurnet, and leaving far to the 
 
 southward 
 Island and cape of sand, and the " Field of the First 
 
 Encounter,"* 
 
 * So called from the encounter with the Indians on the first landing of the 
 Pilgrims.
 
 THE RETURN OF THE MAYFLOWER. 
 
 Took the wind on her quarter, and stood for the open 
 
 Atlantic, 
 Borne on the send of the sea, and the swelling hearts 
 
 of the Pilgrims. 
 Long in silence they watched the receding sail of the 
 
 vessel, 
 Much endeared to them all, as something living and 
 
 human; 
 Then, as if filled with the spirit, and wrapt in a vision 
 
 prophetic, 
 
 Baring his hoary head, the excellent Elder of Plymouth, 
 Said, " Let us pray!" and they prayed, and thanked the 
 
 Lord and took courage. 
 Mournfully sobbed the waves at the base of the rock, 
 
 and above them 
 Bowed and whispered the wheat on the "Hill of Death,"* 
 
 and their kindred 
 Seemed to awake in their graves, and to join in the 
 
 prayer that they utteredi 
 Sun-illumined and white, on the eastern verge of the 
 
 ocean 
 Gleamed the departing sail, like a marble slab in a 
 
 graveyard ; 
 Buried beneath it lay, for ever, all hope of escaping. 
 
 H. W. LONGFELLOW. 
 
 * COLB'S HILL, where the Pilgrims who died in the first winter were buried. 
 Their graves were smoothed lest the Indians should observe them and learn tbe 
 extent of the mortality which had taken place. Ifo traces now remain of these 
 graves.
 
 EOBINSON OF LEYDEN. 
 
 HE sleeps not here ; in hope and prayer 
 His wandering flock had gone before ; 
 
 But he, the shepherd, might not share 
 Their sorrows on the wintry shore. 
 
 Before the Speedwell's anchor swnng, 
 
 Ere yet the Mayflower's sail was spread, 
 
 While round his feet the Pilgrims clung, 
 The pastor spake, and thus he said : 
 
 " Men, brethren, sisters, children dear ! 
 
 God calls you hence from over sea ; 
 Ye may not build by Haarlem Meer, 
 
 NOT yet along the Zuyder-Zee. 
 
 " Yet go to bear the saving word 
 
 To tribes unnamed and shores untrod ; 
 
 Heed well the lessons ye have heard 
 
 From those old teachers taught of God. 
 
 " Yet think not unto them was lent 
 All light for all the coming days, 
 
 And Heaven's eternal wisdom spent 
 In making straight the ancient ways. 
 
 " The living fountain overflows 
 
 For every flock, for every lamb ; 
 
 Nor heeds, though angry creeds oppose 
 With Luther's dike or Calvin's dam."
 
 ROBINSON OF LEYDEN. 
 
 He spake : with lingering, long embrace, 
 With tears of love and partings fond, 
 
 They floated down the creeping Maas, 
 Along the isle of Ysselmond. 
 
 They passed the frowning towers of Briel, 
 The " Hook of Holland's" shelf of sand, 
 
 And grated soon with lifting keel 
 The sullen shores of Fatherland. 
 
 No home for these ! too well they knew 
 The mitred king behind his throne ; 
 
 The sails were set, the pennons flew, 
 
 And westward ho ! for worlds unknown. 
 
 And these were they who gave us birth, 
 The Pilgrims of the sunset wave, 
 
 Who won for us this virgin earth ; 
 
 And freedom with the soil they gave. 
 
 The pastor slumbers by the Rhine, 
 In alien earth the exiles lie, 
 
 Their nameless graves our holiest shrine, 
 His words our noblest battle-cry ! 
 
 Still cry them, and the world shall hear, 
 Te dwellers by the storm-swept sea ! 
 
 Ye have not built by Haarlem Meer, 
 Nor on the land-locked Zuyder-Zee.
 
 ELDEE BKEWSTER'S CHAIR.* 
 
 WHEN this old chair was new, 
 
 The manners of the times, 
 I now will bring 1 to view ; 
 
 Take heed unto my rhymes. 
 Two hundred years and more, 
 
 If history be true, 
 Since our forefathers came ashore, 
 
 When this old chair was new. 
 
 They reared an humble roof, 
 
 All pleasant to the sight ; 
 Their ship was far aloof, 
 
 It caught on fire at night. 
 Cold lodgings on the ground 
 
 Oft made their -hearts to rue; 
 While deadly arrows flew around, 
 
 When this old chair was new. 
 
 No neighbourhood was theirs, 
 . Save natives of the land ; 
 And many wants and cares, 
 And winter was at hand. 
 
 The Chair of Elder Brewster, first pastor of the Pilgrims, is rtfll preserved 
 in the Museum at Plymouth.
 
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 ELDER BREWSTER'S CHAIR. 
 
 Good neighbourhood's sincerity 
 
 They never failed to shew ; 
 Their daily word was verity 
 
 When this old chair was new. 
 
 Their bread on waters cast 
 
 In future blessings found, 
 While hardships knit them, fast 
 
 Still bade them yet abound. 
 Full humble were their meals, 
 
 Their dainties very few ; 
 'Twas only ground nuts, clams, or eels, 
 
 When this old chair was new. - 
 
 Their greeting very soft, 
 
 Grood-morrow very kind, 
 How sweet it sounded oft, 
 
 Before we were refined. 
 Humility their care, 
 
 Their failings very few ; 
 My heart ! how kind their manners were, 
 
 When this old chair was new.
 
 THE MAIDEN PILGRIM'S PRAYER. 
 
 IT may not be considered inappropriate to rescue from 
 comparative oblivion & sweet prayer of one of the 
 Maiden Pilgrims, by including it in these " Lays." It 
 is found worked upon the sampler of Lora, daughter of 
 the celebrated Captain Miles Standish, which is still 
 preserved amongst the relics of the Pilgrims at the 
 New Plymouth Museum. 
 
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 STORY OF THE PILGRIMS. 
 
 Written in the year 1820. 
 
 COME, listen to my story, 
 
 Though often told before, 
 Of men who pass'd to glory 
 
 Through toil and travail sore ; 
 Of men who did for conscience sake 
 
 Their native land forego, 
 And sought a home and freedom here 
 
 Two hundred years ago.* 
 
 0, 'twas no earthborn passion 
 
 That bade the adventurers stray ; 
 The world and all its fashion 
 
 With them had passed away. 
 A voice_from heaven bade them look 
 
 Above the things below, 
 When here they sought a resting place, 
 
 Two hundred years ago. 
 
 0, dark the scene and dreary, 
 
 When here they set them down ; 
 Of storms and billows weary, 
 
 And chilled with winter's frown. 
 Deep moan'd the forest to the wind, 
 
 Loud howl'd the savage foe, 
 While here their evening prayer arose., 
 
 Two hundred years ago. 
 
 * A.D. 1620.
 
 STORY OF THE PILGRIMS. 
 
 'Twould drown the heart in sorrow 
 
 To tell of all their woes ; 
 No respite could they borrow, 
 
 But from the grave's repose. 
 Yet nought could daunt the Pilgrim band, 
 
 Or sink their courage low, 
 Who came to plant the Gospel here 
 
 Two hundred years ago. 
 
 With humble prayer and fasting, 
 
 In every strait and grief, 
 They sought the Everlasting, 
 
 And found a sure relief. 
 Their Cov'nant God o'ershadow'd them, 
 
 Their shield from every foe, 
 And gave them here a dwelling-place 
 
 Two hundred years ago. 
 
 Of fair New England's glory 
 
 They laid the corner stone ; 
 This praise, in deathless story, 
 
 Their grateful sons shall own. 
 Prophetic, they foresaw in time, 
 
 A mighty state should grow, 
 From them, a few, faint Pilgrims here, 
 
 Two hundred years ago. 
 
 If greatness be in daring, 
 
 Our Pilgrim sires were great, 
 
 Whose sojourn here, unsparing 
 Disease and famine wait ;
 
 STOEY OF THE PILGRIMS. 
 
 And oft their treach'rous foes combine 
 
 To lay the stranger low, 
 While founding here their commonwealth 
 
 Two hundred years ago. 
 
 Though seeming over zealous 
 
 In things by us deem'd light, 
 They were but duly jealous 
 
 Of Power usurping Right. 
 They nobly chose to part with all 
 
 Most dear to men below, 
 To worship here their God in peace 
 
 Two hundred years ago. 
 
 From seeds they sowed with weeping, 
 
 Our richest harvests rise ; 
 We still the fruits are reaping 
 
 Of Pilgrim enterprise. 
 Then grateful we to them will pay 
 
 The debt of fame we owe, 
 Who planted here the tree of life 
 
 Two hundred years ago. 
 
 As comes this period yearly, 
 
 Around our cheerful fires, 
 We'll think and tell how dearly 
 
 Our comforts cost our sires. 
 For them we '11 wake the votive song, 
 
 And bid the canvas glow, 
 Who fix'd the home of freedom here 
 
 Two hundred years ago. _- TW 
 
 REV. DR. FLINT.
 
 PILGEIM INFLUENCE. 
 
 WE owe allegiance to the State ; but deeper, truer, more, 
 To the sympathies that God hath set within our spirits' 
 
 core ; 
 
 Our country claims our fealty ; we grant it so, but then 
 Before man made us citizens, great Nature made us 
 
 men. 
 
 He's true to God who's true to man ; wherever wrong 
 is done, 
 
 To the humblest and the weakest, 'neath the all-behold 
 ing sun, 
 
 That wrong is also done to us ; and they are slaves 
 most base, 
 
 Whose love of right is for themselves, and not for all 
 their race. 
 
 God works for all. Ye cannot bear the hope of being 
 
 free 
 
 With parallels of latitude, with mountain-range or sea. 
 Put golden padlocks on Truth's lips, be callous as ye 
 
 will, 
 From soul to soul o'er all the world, leaps one electric 
 
 thrill.
 
 PILGRIM INFLUENCE. 
 
 Chain down your slaves with ignorance ; ye cannot 
 
 keep apart, 
 With all your craft of tyranny, the human heart from 
 
 heart. 
 When first the Pilgrims landed on the Bay State's iron 
 
 shore, 
 The Word went forth that slavery should one day be no 
 
 more.* 
 
 JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. 
 
 * It is a striking fact that the first cargo of African slaves was landed from 
 an English ship at the Virginian Settlement in the year 1620 the very year in 
 which the Pilgrim Fathers landd in Plymouth Bay, New England; so that 
 slavery, as a system, and pilgrim principles were simultaneously planted in 
 American soil, to carry on henceforth an irreconcilable conflict, until one or 
 other of them shall be master of the field. It may temper the first feelings of 
 shame which we, as Englishmen, experience when we reflect that we innoculated 
 our American colonies with the virus of slavery, thrusting it upon some against 
 their just protest, to reflect also that it was Englishmen (though proscribed and 
 expatriated) who introduced into America the principles which must finally 
 destroy slavery there and elsewhere. The operation of those principles have 
 extirpated it in the Northern States, have prevented its blight from resting on 
 the West, and will ultimately compass its destruction in the Southern States, 
 of which the triumph of LINCOLN and HAMLIN, by the suffrages of the whole 
 Union, may be accepted as the omen. 
 
 It may be interesting to mention that the first Stone of the Memorial Build 
 ing in Southwark was laid by CYRUS HAMLIN, D.D., first cousin to HAMLIN, the 
 Vice -President Elect of the United States.
 
 WE ARE ONE. 
 
 THOUGH ages long have past 
 
 Since our fathers left their home, 
 Their pilot in the blast, 
 
 O'er untravelled seas to roam 
 Yet lives the blood of England in our veins : 
 And shall we not proclaim 
 That blood of honest fame, 
 Which no tyranny can tame 
 
 By its chains ? 
 
 While the language free and bold, 
 Which the bard of Avon sung, 
 In which our Milton told 
 
 How the vault of heaven rung 
 When Satan, blasted, fell with all his host ; 
 While these, with reverence meet, 
 Ten thousand echoes greet, 
 And from rock to rock repeat, 
 
 Bound our coast ; 
 
 While the manners, while the arts, 
 
 That mould a nation's soul, 
 Still cling around our hearts, 
 
 Between, let ocean roll, 
 
 Our joint communion breaking with the sun ; 
 Yet still, from either beach, 
 The voice of blood shall reach 
 More audible than speech, 
 
 We are one. 
 WASHINGTON ALLSTON. 
 
 _,-
 
 THE SONG OF THE DUMB. 
 
 H. E. H. the Prince of Wales, on the occasion of his recent visit to the DBA* 
 AND DUMB INSTITUTION of New York, was greeted with the following welcome, 
 written by Mrs. Peet, and recited in the sign-language by Miss Gertrude 
 Walter. 
 
 WELCOME TO THE PRINCE. 
 
 ONCE from beyond the azure sea 
 
 There came to us a welcome tone. 
 
 Men paused amid their strife and toil, 
 
 To list the voice from England's throne. 
 
 And soon from out the ocean's depths, 
 
 Where master minds a CHAIN* had bound, 
 
 A strong pulsation shook the land, 
 
 And silence hushed the New World's sound. 
 
 How breathlessly men stopped to count 
 
 The throbs that came with measured beat, 
 
 Till one by one, with trembling joy, 
 Beheld the mystic bond complete. 
 
 * The Atlantic telegraphic cable.
 
 THE SONG OF THE DUMB. 
 
 The strange, new thrill sped fast and far, 
 And waking joy throughout the land, 
 
 Went forth the greeting England sent, 
 " We'll ever more go hand in hand."* 
 
 Old Ocean, in his wild dismay, 
 
 That man from him his power had won 
 
 To part the nations, rent the bond ; 
 But England sends us now her SON. 
 
 Right loyally we greet him, too, 
 
 For every heart should bend, I ween, 
 
 In homage to such worth as that 
 
 Which sits enthroned in England's Queen. 
 
 And though no purples hang above 
 
 The brave and youthful Briton here, 
 
 Yet retinues of kindred hearts 
 
 Send up to heaven their loyal cheer : 
 
 " God save the Queen God save the Prince, 
 And blessings on them richly shower, 
 
 And strengthen every righteous cause 
 
 That adds to England's rightful power." 
 
 MRS. PEET. 
 
 * The Telegraphic Message : " FROM H. M. THE QOTEEN OF GREAT BRITAIN 
 
 TO HIS EXCELLENCY THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES. The Qlieen desires 
 
 to congratulate the President upon the successful completion of this great 
 international work, in which the Queen has taken the greatest interest. The 
 Queen is convinced that the President will join wish her in fervently hoping that 
 the electric cable, which now already connects Great Britain with the United 
 States, will prove an additional link between the two nations, whose friendship is 
 founded upon their common interest and reciprocal esteem. The Queen has much 
 pleasure in thus directly communicating with the President, and in renewing to 
 him her best wishes for the prosperity of the United States."
 
 OUR FATHERS' LAND. 
 
 INTERNATIONAL ODE.* 
 
 GOD bless our Fathers' Land, 
 Keep her in heart and hand 
 
 One with our own ! 
 From all her foes defend, 
 Be her brave people's friend, 
 On all her realms descend ; 
 
 Protect her throne ! 
 
 Father, in loving care, 
 
 Guard Thou her kingdom's heir, 
 
 Guide all his ways : 
 Thine arm his shelter be 
 From harm by land and sea ; 
 Bid storm and danger flee ; 
 
 Prolong his days ! 
 
 Lord, let war's tempest cease, 
 Fold the whole earth in peace 
 
 Under Thy wings ! 
 Make all Thy nations one, 
 All hearts beneath the sun, 
 Till Thou shalt reign alone, 
 
 Great King of kings ! 
 
 0. W. HOLMES. 
 
 * Sung by a vast assembly of Scholars in the Music Hall, Boston, Mass., on 
 the occasion of the visit of H. R. H. the Prince of Wales.
 
 PILGRIM LAMPS. 
 
 THESE Mayflower lights, whose quickening rosy gleams, 
 So faint, at first, but growing like the morn, 
 
 Wide round the world now send their kindling beams 
 Of truth and freedom, ushering in the dawn. 
 
 Children of faith, they walked by future light ; 
 
 The glory not yet come illumed their way : 
 In truth's great conflict, champions for the right, 
 
 Tender, yet stern, they wrestled out their way. 
 
 Free worship and free thought they claimed, and found ; 
 
 Our larger golden freedom gathers rust 
 Too oft our banner stoops to kiss the ground ; 
 
 We have more sunlight, but 'tis flecked with dust. 
 
 Away with liberty that leaves man free, 
 
 Unlicensed on his fellow-man to prey ! 
 When law, truth, virtue are trod down by thee, 
 
 O, faithless freedom, we disown thy sway. 
 
 Ye sons, think deep ; be strong in heart and hand ; 
 
 Remember God, who, with His silver key, 
 Unlocked the western gates, and gave this land 
 
 To freedom's sons, and all whom truth makes free.
 
 PILGRIM LAMPS. 
 
 Fast rush the future ages into light, 
 
 Come, halcyon peace, on that broad ocean sail ! 
 
 Long may the lamps in Pilgrim tombs burn bright : 
 FOR EVER PILGRIM PRINCIPLES PREVAIL. 
 
 F. W. CAULKINS. 
 
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 THEIR PRECURSORS: 
 
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 SITE OF MANOR HOUSE AT SCROOBY. 
 
 AUSTERFIELD CHURCH, STANDISH CHAPEL, ETC. 
 
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 THE CONTENTS AND TEACHINGS OF THE 
 CATACOMBS AT EOME. 
 
 A Vindication of Pure and Primitive Christianity, and an Exposure of the 
 
 Corruptions of Popery, Derived from the Sepulchral Remains 
 
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 BY THE SAME AUTHOR. 
 
 Third Thousand, 
 
 THE REVIVAL IN ULSTER; ITS SOCIAL AND 
 MORAL RESULTS, 
 
 LONDON : LONGMANS & Co. 
 Price If.; by post, free, Is. 2d. 
 
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 THE SABBATH WREATH. 
 
 A Selection of Sacred Poetry on the Anticipation and Retrospect, Ordinances, 
 Employments, Privileges, and Enjoyments of the Lord's Day. 
 
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 DIAGRAMS, MAPS, PLANS, ETC., 
 
 ADAPTED FOR LECTURES, 
 
 On the following Subjects : 
 
 ASTRONOMY : The Solar System The Planets Moon Tides and Seasons- 
 Eclipses Comets Clusters of Stars and Nebulae Remarkable 
 
 Constellations One Million Points. 
 PHYSIOLOGY : In Relation to Health. 
 
 TEMPERANCE : Tight Lacing. 
 
 OPTICS : The Human Eye The Telescope The Microscope. . 
 THE STEAM ENGINE, 
 
 MECHANICS. 
 
 ARTIFICIAL LOCOMOTION. 
 VOLCANOES. 
 
 GEOLOGY. 
 
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 PAGANISM. 
 
 THE DRUIDS. 
 
 BRITAIN UNDER THE ROMANS. 
 
 THE REFORMATION IN ENGLAND. 
 
 THE PILGRIM FATHERS. 
 
 ANCIENT EGYPT. 
 POMPEII AND ITS REMAINS. 
 
 ASSYRIA AND NINEVEH. 
 CHINA AND THE CHINESE. 
 HINDOSTAN AND THE HINDOOS. 
 
 TRAVELS OF DR. LIVINGSTONE. 
 
 SCRIPTURE ILLUSTRATIONS 
 
 (Including Sets on Eastern Habitations, Domestic Arrangements of Orientals). 
 
 FULFILLED PROPHECY 
 (Including the Arabs, Nineveh, Edom, Babylon, Tyre, Egypt, the Jews and 
 
 Jerusalem). 
 
 THE SEVEN CHURCHES IN ASIA. 
 THE TABERNACLE OF WITNESS AND ITS FURNITURE. 
 
 THE CITIES OF PALESTINE. 
 THE MOUNTAINS OF THE BIBLE. 
 
 THE TYPES. 
 THE TRAVELS OF THE APOSTLE PAUL. 
 
 MAP OF PALESTINE. 
 
 PANORAMA OF JERUSALEM. 
 
 THE LITERARY HISTORY OF THE BIBLE. 
 
 PILGRIM'S PROGRESS. 
 
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