An Autobiographical Sketch nenvj Poor Perkins rVjfS^KE. 7— An AuK)biographical Sketch Read Before The Afternoon Club of Claremont, California ^|V^^ ^^jVn, IC s "^ -^^v By HENRY POOR PERKINS October 6, 1921 > CHAPTER I ' V > . \o My life easily divides into three chapters, 1856. the birth-year, opens the Ai first. 1882 saw me starting- for China, bej^inning- Chapter Two. 1910 brinpi-s • the two parents and five children together in my parents' home in Worcester, — Mass., thus opening Chapter Three. My honorable birth-place was Ware, Massarchusetts, a thriving town of -^ perhaps three thousand persons on the Ware riveV which furnished the major S^ power of three large cotton mills and two large woolen mills. , My father was the minister of the "Orthodox" Congregational Church. 1 was born in the large house on Main Street just West of the Palmer Road, but, before I can remember, we moved to the house which afte rward became the Parsonage. This was the home all through this first chapter and here four brothers and one sister were born. My mother was the daughter of Henry Poor and Mary Osborn of South Danvers, later, Peabody. My travels abroad began in visiting these grand- parents. The first part was a ride in a large two-horse stage to either Palmer or over the hills to West Brookfield. Thence by train to Boston where behind their rails in the big station perhaps fifty hack-men were lustily calling out "Hack," "Hack," "Hack," making a soul-stirring din. Perhaps my earliest memory is of my experience in the South Danvers church vestry where a fair was being held. I was not very tall as I had to look up to the toys on the board counter. My grand-father asked me which of two horses I liked best (I am very sure he said "best" not "better"), the one on wheels or the one on rockers. I think I more admired the one on wheels, at any rate he bought and gave me the one for which I voted. On the tablets of my memory I find no one more cordial, no one more loving and lovable than my mother's father — Henry Poor of Peabody. I did not go to school until after I was seven. I think I could read a little. As far back as I can remember I read my verse in morning prayers and perhaps was doing so at this time. My most vivid recollection of this first school is that of the teacher — Miss Hutchins — every now and then getting out a box of beans which she would throw over the floor. At once the whole school was also on the floor, each girl and boy trying to salvage the largest number. When reseated the one in the corner would call out the number in hand. To this number the next pupil added his own as quickly and correctly as he or she could. I have never had a more stimulating educational exercise than this. How much of our education comes from the books we read all along the wa}^ — Robinson Crusoe, Aesop's Fables — I can see many of the pictures still — The Rollo Books, Agnes Strickland's Queens of England, Cudjo's Cave, Mayne Reid's books, Swiss Family Robinson, Hans Anderson's Fairy Tales (Great Claus and Little Claus was my favorite), Carlton's Winning His Way and all of Oliver Optic's books that I could get hold of. Some of these were our own or in my father's library. Others we got from the circulating library owned by the book store and let out for, I believe, one cent a day. For our Sunday reading there was the Sunday School library but T remember none of its books unless possibly Pilgrim's Progress, although I suspect that 'this was one of my father's books. I clearly remember the announcement of Lincoln's death by a man who rode past my cousin and myself who were wheelbarrowing tanbark into my grandfather's woodshed. Lincoln died on the morning of April 15, 1865. We at once decided that we would do no more work that day, though we were being liberally paid. Our circle gradually enlarged to the number of seven children. Two died in early boyhood, the others are living. We must have talked at the table of all the usual topics but the one subject that stands out vividly is theology ; predestination and free-will being the favorites. I remember when we began to use "fluid" in small hand lamps instead of candles. We always had gas from one of the mills. We burned wood in the furnace and kitchen which gave me early and intimate acquaintance with the saw-horse and ax. We always had a horse, hens and garden from which I derived a first-hand knowledge of natural history. \\'e children had a monthly allowance of from lo to 20 cents according- to age. This gave tis a fund from which to spend or give or save — a very important feature in our education. Huckleberrying in summer and chestnuting in the fall were sources of much pleasure and sometimes of profit. One summer I laid by $13.00 from the berries I sold. I think^vith much satisfaction of the fact that when a boy I was not taught eithePfear or to hate capital. At the age of thirteen I joined the church — a well remembered event in my life. Also my first public prayer — what a hard battle that was ! Speaking of battles, I remember one from which I ran away. This was at a time when 1 stuttered very badly. One day my grandmother sent me down to the fish-market for fish. By the time I had entered the place I felt sure that I could never pronounce the name of the fish wanted so I excused myself and ran back. Of course they laughed at me and I think I returned and accomplished the task. My father had some tools and a work-bench in the attic which he let us boys use. We came to own a turning-lathe and other tools from which we derived pleasure and education. All of my schooling before entering college was in the public schools except two terms in Monson Academy to which two or three of us went daily by train, the first coming of which to Ware, a year or two before, I well remember. Charles Hammond was Principal and taught us Cicero. Probably as often as once a week he would remind us of how "Old Father Mills of Torrington, Conn., used in his long morning prayer to pray, "O Lord, help these my people to learn to distinguish between things that difi^er." I am sure I owe both minister and teacher a large debt for this oft repeated warning. Between this time and my entrance to college I was under Charles Edward Carman who later became professor of moral philosophy in Amherst College. His working motto must have been, "Hard worn can accomplish anything," and he certainly led the way. I entered Williams with my brother Charles in 1875. Those four years abide in reverent and loving memory. Mark Hopkins taught only the seniors in the class-room but took his turn in the college pulpit. I am sure that those four years did much to establish my faith in Reason. They helped me to see why the Roman church makes such per- sistent efi""orts to hold the education of its children in its own hands. Then followed two years in Hartford Theological Seminary. Here I had to go back and breathe very mediaeval atmosphere. I remember asking President Hartranft whether Noah's scheme of keeping alive two of all the species was not too large a tax on our minds. His reply was that having to accept miracles (which he and all the members of the faculty had to do) one might as well believe in a big one as in a little' one. The day before our licensure examination I asked Professor Carr whether we should answer according to what we had been taught or accord- ing to what we believed. He made no reply and later I was told that he felt pained at the question. However, we were not very roughly handled by our examiners. One of them said, "What we really want to know is whether vou young gentlemen are all right theologically." One of the class — W. D. P. Bliss — made answer, "I know them all and I think I can assure you that we are, all of us, all right." This confident assertion seemed to satisfy the consciences of the examiners and all six of us were let by. I had bought, a year or two before, an anatomy, a physiology and a skeleton, with which I had passed a good many spare hours with the idea that the call of the foreign field would probably get me. So now I chose, instead of a third year of theology, one year in the Medical School of the University of the City of New York. As I look back o\er my life I am convinced that this was a thoroughly wise decision. Of those very able instructors the one who stands out most prominently is Dr. William Thompson, the son of the Syrian missionary who wrote "The Land and The Book." His hour's lecture was a driving into the mind of one or two nails, many of which remain in my mind today firm enough to hang" things on. I hardly need say that not one of these teachers was concerned oxer the traditions in medicine or surgery. What is true as to disease? What is true as to the cure of disease? These were the two all- important questions. In the summer of 1882 I was ordained and packing" lip my skeleton and a few other essentials I set forth for Tientsin onto the Bund of which great city I walked from the Shanghai steamer, November 19th. C"H AFTER TI I found life in this foreign community very i)leasant. I had for teacher a young native who knew not one English word and to whom, before coming to me, all foreigners had been very suspicious characters. He told me later that at first he was careful to take a seat near the door so that if attacked he would have a better chance for escape. Also that one day when 1 took my knife from my pocket and opened it he thought that perhaps his last hour had come. "Why did you fear?" "Why you know all those stories about foreigners cutting out Chinese eyes for medicine which started the massacre of 1870 — we all believed them then." In- the spring of '85 I went to our Shantung station of Pang Chuang to study and work with the two doctors as we had no medical work in Tient- sin. In October, 1885, I married Miss Dr. Akers of the Methodist Women's Hospital of llentsin. 1 do not ask anyone to explain to me the meaning of the four Chinese characters whose translation is "A mate made by Heaven.." The mission was more than satisfied with the development of our country station and asked Rev. and Mrs. F. M. Chapin to open another, fifty miles further south, in the Chou city of Lin Ching. Sometime later we were asked to join them. I spent the summer of '88 with Mr. Chapin in the small compound on Doughnut Street in which the native buildings were be- ing foreignized with board floors, glass windows and plastered walls. We had no ice but kept our butter on the ground under the trap-door in our largest room. Even so, a spoon \^'as often more useful than a knife for getting it out of the dish. Our families came in the fall. W^e rented two other places; one for preaching, the other for dispen- sary and hospital purposes. Dr. and Mrs. E. R. Wagner came in '90 so that we could and did return in '92 to the United States. Returning to China in '93 we were asked to go to Pao Ting Fu where we lived for one year and then back to Lin Ching where we spent the rest of our second term. The work developed slowly but steadily. The Chinese found that we could give them real help in their troubles of body, mind and estate. They found that the Bible was a very interesting and important book. Dr. Taylor of Pao Ting Fu gave me a Japanese manikin which proved a thing of interst to thousands of men from near and far. Our station was in the northwest corner of the Shantung province. No- vember 14, 1897, (jermany liegan operations with "mailed fist," taking pos- session of Tsing tao on the coast and the territory thirty miles around it. By the fall of '99 we began to get premonitions of the coming storm. Our compound was adjacent to the large Mohammedan mosque around which were living several scores of Mohammedan families who were sure that if we were looted they would also suffer. One day 1 was asked to go out to the gate-house guest-room where I found a burly Mohammedan corporal who told me that the day before he had taken a band of his soldiers out to the east where they met another the foreigners. He told them that they had his permission except that if M^and of young men coming to the city, as they told him, to pay a visit to the foreigners. He told them that they had his permission except that if they did so they would have to go over his dead body. A few years after in Pao Ting Fu I asked one of the Mohammedan priests "Do you Mohammedans feel nearer to us foreigners or to the Chi- nese??" He at once replied, "To you," and I think he was sincere. In May, 1900, the two families of the station, with Miss Jones, left for Mission meeting or Pei Tai Ho our summer resort. I remained in Lin Ching. The German minister in PeJ^jng was shot Jvme 20th which must have been about the time that Gov. Yuan Shin Kai ordered liis subordin- ates to get all the foreigners out of the province. I obeyed the command by going to Tsinan, the capitol, where of course the Governor was. There 1 found in the Presbyterian compound a small company of that mission and others who had come in from the Avest. The Canadian Presbyterians of Honan were expected to come out our way, so Mr. Hamilton of the Tsi^n station and myself waited for them while the others left for the coast by small river boats. W'hile we were waiting we heard that all the foreginers in Peking had been killed and soon the Imeprial Edict calling Ifor the extermination of all foreigners in China was posted in our city gate-way. At the same time the Governor posted by the side of it his own proclamation stating that it was not certain that the other was authentic and so was not to be obeyed. He also kept a guard of soldiers in our compound, some, if not all, of whom were more than half persuaded that the Boxers were the genuine agents of the gods who w^ere angry with the foreignrs for trying to dethrone them. When we learned that the Honan missionaries had gone south we left by the same route taken by the others, found the steamer returned for us and so to Chefu where I learned that my wife and five of the six children had left for Japan an hour before. 1 therefore shaped my course for Kobe which I reached July i6, Mon- day. On Thursday my oldest daughter, who had been at Tientsin at school, appeared, and on the late afternoon of the same day I went out and boarded the steamer where I met my' wife with the other children and Franklin Chapin. We waited in Kobe until the foreigners in Peking were liberated and then came on to the United States, thus bringing to a close our second term in China. During this and the former vacation I did considerable speaking in the Congregational churches both of New England and the Middle W^est. This work I found very pleasant. In the late summer of 'oi I set forth for China by way of England. Dur- ing my wait in London I \isited Oxford and had a pleasant chat with Dr. Driver. To my principal question his immediate reply was, "I do not know." The question was whether human nature and the Divine nature were two things or one thing. Reaching Tientsin the first business seemed to be to arrange for a mis- sion meeting of the few missionaries on the field. By this meeting 1 was located in Pao Ting Fu, after visiting Lin Ching. Returning to Tientsin I was surprised to find that a remark made to friends in the London Mission had been taken seriously. The remark was to the effect that now would seem to be a good time for the two Con- gregational Missions of England and America to unite their educational work in North China. Now 1 found myself invited to elaborate the idea before their Mission meeting which I very briefly did. Rev. W. H. Reese was ai)pointe.d to work with me on the matter. We at once tried to enlist other influential members in the two missions and succeeded so well that before long the Union was standing on its own feet and in due time extended its influence to the other large missions of North China. 1 then went to Lin Ching. 1 easily found the place where our com- pound used to be, but nothing (dse, e\en the- l)ricd^^~^ ^ <^^-^o. ^-^/^ M /9 /2/f ^. UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA, LOS ANGELES THE UNIVERSITY LIBRARY This book is DUE on the last date stamped below MOV 2 5 19^ Form L-B 25 ni-10, '11(2191) AT rns ANGELES I'^^vvv^ ^ 000 577 075 *BV 3427 P41A3 ^^^r ^^^1"' ;:i;-;^5^ ¥'ii»^-''V»-^ ^ '^^ ?'■ '^,-^l0^^^:;\: '•■■''>,' V( Si