of '76 and the "boys of '61."

As the harsh discordant echoes of the great world war are gradually dying away let us turn our attention for a time to the unsung heroes of a century ago.

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Recognizing that "peace hath victories no less than war" we must grant their sturdy sturdy virtues, their sterling qualities of mind and heart a high place in our estimation.

For the sake of the future genera

tions let us see to it that their memory be kept green and not allowed to fade away and utterly perish from the earth.

To this end it is certainly desirable that the site of this old church should not be forgotten.

(7) 'Let us mark with some suitable and enduring memorial the hallowed spot which was to our fore fathers for so many years "a faith's pure shrine."

(7) Coosuck Chapter D. A. R. hope, with the cooperation of their many friends, to erect a gateway in the near future, at the Horse Meadow Cemetery to mark the site of the North Parish Church.

THE HAVEN OF LOST SHIPS

By E. F. Keene

I roamed, one night, the dread Sargasso Sea
Between the Azores and the Spanish Main,
And saw the sea-killed souls of vanished ships-
Clippers, and slavers, galleons, sloops of war—
Jammed rail to rail, a continent of wrecks
Bound round with weed by ocean's endless stream.

It seemed to me each derelict was manned

By crews long dead; their gray, fantastic shapes
(Yet fantasy is very real in dreams)
Hurrying fore and aft, and up and down,
Hauling the treasure from some oozy hold;
Lowering strange boats with lightning discipline;
Breaking out stores laid down when mighty Spain
Owned the New World, and challenged Britain's self
Her stewardship of the seas.-And some were slaves:
White grisly things of bone chained row on row
Which writhed and fought in orderly confusion,
Stretched hands to me, and whimpered for release.
Warriors, pirates-each ship's company-

Died nobly or ignobly, as they passed
From time again into eternity;

And pale corpse-candles of St. Elmo's fire
Illumined with despair this ancient death,
Where all Atlantis' floatsam waits the end.

WITH A CLOSE NEW HAMPSHIRE CONNECTION

9. Antoinette Brigham Putnam Writer Cleveland Plaindealer ; now Metcalf, born Elyria, O., September in advertising business Cleveland, 7, 1873; Oberlin College, 1893; O. Oberlin College Library; now Reference Librarian, Wellesley College.

Mr. Metcalf's first wife, Antoinette B. Putnam, died August 14, 1875. March 25, 1878, he married Harriet Howes, born at Gatonwood House, Northampton, England, July 17, 1850; died December 17, 1894. By this second marriage he had six children, as follows:

1. Ralph Howes Metcalf, born Elyria, O., Jan. 7, 1879; died December 10. 1894.

2. Joseph Mayo Metcalf, born Elyria, O., October 30, 1880; Oberlin College, 1901; Harvard College, 1902; Civil Engineer; now principal Assistant Engineer, Missouri, Kansas and Texas R. R., M. K. & T. office, St. Louis, Mo.

3. Eliah Eliah Wight Metcalf, born Eyria, O., December 26, 1881; Kansas State University, 1904; Civil Engineer; now with M. K. & T. Railway, St. Louis, Mo.

4. Isaac Stevens Metcalf, born Elyria, O., September 14. 1883; Oberlin College, 1906; Editorial

5. Keves DeWitt Metcalf, born Elvria, O.. April 13, 1889; Oberlin College, 1911; Oberlin College Library: now assistant Librarian, New York Public Library.

6. Thomas Nelson Metcalf, born Elyria, O., September 21, 1890: Oberlin College, A. B., A. M., and certificate in Physical Education, 1913; coach and physical director, Columbia University, New York, and Oberlin College; now Professor of Physical Education, and assistant coach, University of Minnesota.

Of the thirteen children of Isaac Stevens Metcalf, now living, living, all but one are college graduates, and all hold prominent positions in professional, business or social life. It is doubtful that another family can be found in this or another country to match this record.

Ten of the thirteen children are married; one son and two daughters unmarried. There are now eighteen living grandchildren nine boys and nine girls.

PINE-TREE SONG

By Helen Adams Parker

Pines, pines, a forest of pines,

Before me, around me, in thick brown lines;
Plump green boughs towering high over all,
Bend this way and that at the breezes' call.

Birds light on your branches and sing their songs,
I sit 'neath your shade and forget my wrongs;
The tinkle of cow-bells comes up from the lane,
A bumble-bee buzzes in drowsy refrain.

In and out from low bushes gay butterflies fly,
The air is so fragrant, so blue is the sky;
Earth and all her dumb children are giving their best,
Then be thankful, oh, man-child, and joy with the rest.

ADNA TENNEY: BY HIMSELF

Photo by Kimball Studio.

grated from Norwich, Conn., in 1770, by OX team, to Hanover, where they settled upon what is

subject's son, Rev. Henry M. Tenney, trustee of Oberlin College and pastor emeritus of the the First Congregational church in the city of Oberlin. now known as Moose Mountain, Arrangements for the donation were made by Hon. George W. Barnes of Lyme, member of the executive council from the first district, whose interest in the matter arises from the fact that his

long called Tenney Hill. In the sixth generation was Captain John Tenney, who was born in Connecticut, but came to Hanover in childhood. He married Lucinda Eaton, of Windham, Conn., cousin

torian and divine, were others of his early subjects. Contemporary critics called his portrait of General Franklin Pierce very good and it was chosen for a reproduction in the life of its subject which Nathaniel Hawthorne wrote to help along the campaign which resulted in the election as president of the only native of New Hampshire ever to hold that office.

The New Hampshire State Manual of 1921 lists 26 portraits now on the walls of the capitol building as the work of Adna Tenney. Several of them are still among the most admired in the collection. While most of Mr. Tenney's painting was done in New Hampshire he also visited and worked in Boston, New York and Baltimore. One winter before the Civil War he passed in Arkansas and Mississippi, painting 27 portraits during his stay in the South. Somewhat later he resided for a time in Winona, Minn., and there devoted himself particularly to miniature painting, in which he achieved interesting results.

AN AUGUST PICTURE

By Alice Sargent Krikorian

How swift the pictures flash on Memory's wall,
Coming and going, as the daylight flies!
On fleeting August, dreamiest of them all,
Lingers the gaze of our enchanted eyes.
We catch a glimpse of asters on the brink,
Admiring their colors in the pool,

And poppies, in their gowns of red and pink,
Asserting, as of old, their right to rule.
Now, Summer, tho' we beg of her to stay,
Is spurning with her dainty foot the sod,
And hast'ing o'er the distant hills away,
Her pathway lit by lamps of goldenrod.

And vanishing too soon, we know not where—
Leaves a sweet fragrance on the misty air.