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me to learn that the two leading
hitters in the Sunset League had
enrolled as .students at Grasse
College.



GUIDES



By Robert Hallam



When, weary with long miles, alone I stand
At unknown cross roads at the fall of night,
Perhaps the gude-post that doth meet my sight
With metalled letters and directing hand
Precise, impartial, plain to understand,
Cold, pedagogic, shows which path is right.
Mechanical I plod in fading light
Yearning, naught else, to reach the goal I planned.
Or, maybe, slumb'ring in the mould's caress
Some ancient milestone's moss-filmed line I trace :
Or under drooping elm the white, kind face
Of time-dim signboard does the way confess.
Informed and cheered, I, as from warm embrace
And parent's counsel, singing, forward press !



A FEW PAGES OF POETRY

Through the kindness of Mr. year 1921. The judges are Prof.

Brokes More a prize of $50 is of- Katharine Lee Bates, Mr. W. S.

fered for the best poem published Braithwaite and former Governor

in the Granite Monthly during the John H. Bartlett.



OPPORTUNITY

By Althine Sclwles Lear

The angel Opportunity

Knocked at my door one day

But 1 knew not that it was he,
So let him go away.

And when too late I learned his name,
My grief was deep and sore,

For it was said when thus he came,
That he would come no more.

I sought him in the busy street,

And quiet country lane,
And then one day we chanced to meet

When all my quest seemed vain.

He kindly looked on me and smiled,
And this he told me then: —

"Fret not thyself nor grieve, dear child,
For lo, I come again !"

"Each morning when the golden gate

Of day swings open wide,
I stand beside thy door and wait

To be thy help and guide.

"Thy future is at thy command,
To fate thou need'st not bow,

I offer thee in outstretched hand
The best of here and now.

"Put failures and mistakes away,

To thine own self be true,
And with the dawn of each new day

Begin thy life anew."

He spake, and now no more forlorn

I sigh for what might be,
But grateful find with each glad morn

My opportunity.



THE IMMORTAL SPARK

By M. R. Cole

The Express swung on at desperate speed,
Winged by our fancied modern need ;
Past hills, fresh-tinted by the hand of Spring,
Through radiant vales in joy out-blossoming,
Where to the bending willows little brooks
Sang of the deep ravines and forest nooks.
But not on these are passengers intent;
Each eye is on the mornng paper bent ;
Each hat displays a ticket in the band,
Planted and culled by deft conductor's hand,
Lest, through a side-long glance, or friendly sign,
Readers should cheat themselves of half a line.

Sudden a whistle, then a sickening grind ;

A jerk, as from some furious pull behind;

Back, back the panting steed of steel is thrown

Upon his haunches. Instant every one

Starts up from grisly war-news, — mimic war

Of Stocks. "What's that?" rings through the quivering

car.
"No danger!" "Steady!" "Something's on the track!"

What was it? Brakeman Jack,

Riding the freight, could tell ;

And Fireman Bill as well, —

He blew that whistle. Dumb with fright,

He watched the little girl, (a sickening sight,)

Start back,

And, stumbling, fall upon the outer track,

Across the rails, vibrant with coming death

As the Express dashed forward.

Bill found breath:
"Brakes on!"

He leaped, and struck a foot away
From where the child, screaming in terror, lay.
Bruised and half-dazed, he still could stretch an arm.
And drag the little creature safe from harm.
Then the loud thunder dulled upon his ear.
He sank inert, too faint to know or care
Whether the grim steel monster grazed a limb,
Or ripped his coat off, or quite finished him.

"He's dead?" "No, only stunned-like !" "And the child?"
"Not a blame scratch, thank God !" The Agent smiled :
"So long, old man ! a plucky chap, I say !"
"O, right you are! So long!"

No more delay ;
The mad Express tears on its headlong way.



() not to light thine altar sacrifice,

Deucalion, or kindle Pyrra's hearth.

Did the great Titan bring the fire to earth.

He shrined the immortal spark

Within the dark

Recesses of our hearts, removed from mortal eyes.

It burns forever there; yet banked so deep

In greed, and selfishness and slothful sleep,

That oft

We deem the light extinct. Yet will it leap,

Sometimes, with dazzling flame aloft

In simple, kindly soul, like Bill.

Then doubt is shamed, and cavil's tongue is still.



DAY-TIME

By Mary E. Hough

Last night the storm-god gloated in his power.

And emptied out the vials of his wrath.

The sulphurous blast smote every tree and flower

That came within the vortex of his path.

But now at last the great war-host has gone

And weary hearts rejoice, — for it is dawn.

Yet doubtfully we ask the cloud-banks yonder
What dim, anaemic lijjht shines in the East,
Can this be morning? — and we vaguely wonder
If the great tempest of the night has ceased.
No sunbeam strikes across the ashen gray,
And yet the dawn has past, and it is day.

What though a presence saturnine and drear.

Still lowers? The daylight warns us to be wakingi

What though the day itself suggest the fear

That it but hides another night in making?

A lurking evil always fears the light.

The day-time makes us ready for the night.



And if there comes another night of weeping.
Because the storm-god gloated in his power;
And all his horrid brood, their venom keeping
For a black night, an unexpected hour,
Rush forth to harass and to foully slay —
For this we were prepared, while it was day.

Through all the years since ages first began.
The clouds have always kept their silver lining;
Past loss has been retrieved by work of man,
Somewhere the sun has faithfully kept shining.
New days will come as they have come before —
New light will break upon a storm-wrecked shore.



THE SECOND PERMANENT
NEW ENGLAND SETTLEMENT



By Ida Charlotte Roberts.



We are all reviewing: our his-
tory during- this three hundredth
anniversary of the landing of the
Pilgrim Fathers and while reading
the numberless volumes of the
Plymouth colon)', we should not
froget that three years later the
second permanent settlement in
New England was made in New
Hampshire on Dover Neck, of
which there is scant record. One
historian has said that ''the early
history of New Hampshire is be-
set with difficulties. Happily its
importance is not equal to its in-
tricacies." Most people will differ
with him and agree that begin-
nings are always significant, es-
pecially such an one as that of
Dover Neck for from it evolved
many a thriving settlement. From
the pioneers of this first New
Hampshire colony have descended
thousands of people. From one
emigrant and his wife a Boston man
has collected the names of twenty
thousand descendants and he claims
to have only an incomplete list.

For the wisdom of the Hilton
brothers — William and Edward,
and their associates, Thomas Rob-
erts, David Thompson and per-
haps others, who chose Dover
Neck for the first plantation in
what is now New Hampshire, one
has only admiration.

A narrow strip of land project-
ing into the Piscataqua river,
washed on its sides by the Cocheco
and Bellamy rivers (called in early
days the Fore and Back rivers) in
which were valuable foods, quanti-
ties of fish, oysters, clams and lob-
sters at their very back doors.
W hid game for the .shooting or trap-
ping, choke cherries, trailing black-
berries, raspberries, and other wild



fruits for the gathering, a fertile
soil itching to be tilled, a climate
whose rigor is modified by the salt
water, wood and fresh water in
abundance, all provided a welcome
to the hardy band of fishermen who
came from London in the spring of
1623 and took up their dwelling
place on what is now Dover Point.
Doubtless the lure of the fishing
about the Isles of Shoals which be-
gan to be regularly visited nine
years before, drew this little com-
pany to the wilds of America. Not
for religious reasons did they leave
England, though they were men of
leligion, but that they might the
more advantageously ply their
trade of fishing.

Of the early struggles of these
emigrants we have but scraps of
information. Evidently in their
humility those men did not realize
that they were making history and
that, in justice to their posterity,
the school children in particular,
they should have left a full and
painstaking account of their every
act. Some of them, to be sure,
made wills by which their proper-
ty might be disposed, documents of
more than ordinary interest for
the} - give us an insight into the
makers of them. These wills were
vastly different from the brief legal
sounding instruments of today,
when by a simple hundred words
one may bequeath millions of dol-
lar, if he happen to have the mill-
ions. Knowing little of the early
settlers, posterity can only weave
in fancy a halo about the heads of
the Piscataqua pioneers whose
blood after this lapse of years has
become a deep rich blue after the
manner of distant mountains.

Reinforced in 1633 by a larger



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band of emigrants made up of "a
company of persons of good estate
and some account for religion" and
by still another in 1639 the com-
munity developed from a fishing
station into a center where busi-
ness of many needful kinds was
carried on, with homes as comfort-
able as might be.

With the addition of the Captain
Wiggins company in 1633, a church
was organized, the First Parish
Church of Dover, with the Rever-
end William Leverich, Puritan, as
minister. Whether because of
hardships, or because he lacked
sympathy with the members who
believed that all whose creeds dif-
fered from their own should be ex-
cluded, is not positively known, but
for some reason the first minister
did not long remain with his
charge. In 1639 a rude church was
built of logs, plastered both inside
and out. The church had two
ruling elders, Edward Starbuck
and Hatevil Nutter, each of whom
was styled "elder" in every day life.
The latter remained in office until
his death in 1675. His Christian
name was corrupted into Hatville
and Hatwell by some of his des-
cendants. Others of his descend-
ants have borne the Christian name
Love, to prove perhaps that the
world is progressing.

To the early settlers the Indians
were most friendly, giving the
white people a warm welcome.
The two races were favorable to
each other until 1675 when trouble
arose resulting in several massa-
cres, in one of which twenty-three
persons were killed and twenty-nine
taken captive. It is a fact worth
noting that in all the Indian mas-
sacres in that region members of
the Friends Meeting were never
molested, probably because the red
men every where were aware of the
friendship of William Penn for
the people of their race.



This brings us to the noteworthy
advent of three Quaker women,
Anne Coleman, Alice Ambrose, and
Mary Tompkins, who appeared in
the Dover country in December,
1662, for the purpose of propagating
their doctrines. Tolerance for the
beliefs of others had not yet be-
come either an individual or a civic
virtue, and for that reason we
should not stand aghast because
Major Waldron issued the follow-
ing edict :

"To the constables of Dover,
Flampton, Salisbury. Newbury,
Rowley, Ipswich, Wenham, Lynn,
Boston, Roxbury, Dedham and un-
til these vagabond Quakers are
carried out of this jurisdiction.

You, and every one of you, are
required, in the King's Majesty's
name, to take these vagabond
Quakers, Anne Coleman, Mary
Tompkins, and Alice Ambrose, and
make them fast to the cart's tail,
and driving the cart through your
several towns, to whip them upon
their naked backs not exceeding ten
stripes apiece on each of them, in
each town ; and so to convey them
from constable to constable till
they are out of this jurisdiction, as
you will answer it at your peril ;
and this shall be your warrant.

Dated at Dover, December 22,
1662. Richard Waldron."

The marshal of the province was
John Roberts and the constable was
his brother, Thomas, both being
sons of Thomas Roberts, emigrant.
who had been associated with the
Hilton brothers in making the set-
tlement on Dover Neck. This
emigrant was one of the few men
in the region entitled to be called
"Mr."; he was a former president
of the court or governor of the
colony and was a member in good
standing of the First Parish Church.
The two officers were truly zealous
in their love of duty, not to say of-
fice, and abetted by Elder Hatevil



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Nutter they carried out Major
Waldron's order to the letter, whip-
ing the unfortunate women on their
bare backs, driving them in the
bitter cold of December to the next
village, Salisbury, where officers
humanely ahead of their times
greeted the women and refused to
obey the order.

The father of the Dover officers is
said to have risen in his place in the
First Parish church on the next
Lord's Day and asked the forgive-
ness of his fellow members "for
being the father of two such wick-
ed sons." That he should adopt
the faith of the Friends is not
strange, perhaps, but for his sons to
become Quakers must have taken
more courage than they showed
when they executed Major Wal-
dron's edict. For several genera-
tions the descendants of these men
adhered to the Quaker belief and
there are some who are Friends
even at the present time.

It is said that Hatevil Nutter be-
lieved that the Quakers were wrong,
that the doctrines they taught were
pernicious and he reasoned that
they (the Quakers) might go else-
where to introduce their teachings.
He thought the Dover people need
not have such beliefs thrust upon
them. Strange to say the poet
Whittier who wrote "How the
Women Went From Dover" a poem
founded on this bit of history, did
not know that he descended from
Thomas Roberts, the emigrant, and
his son John, as well as from El-
der Hatevil Nutter.

That many of the Dover people
became Friends showed again the
usual result of a religious persecu-
tion. At one time one-third of the
population of Dover held to that
faith, such names as Varney, Pink-
ham, Sawyer, Ham, Carney, Tut-
tle, Meader, Cartland, Hussey
and Hanson (the last two ances-
tors of Whittier) being well known
in the annals of the Friends.



Major W r aldron, the author of
the cruel order for dealing with the
Quakeresses, was horribly tortur-
ed and put to a long drawn out
death by the Indians, who made it
plain to him that they had not for-
gotten their friendship for the
Quakers. During their torture of
their victim the Indians are said
to have quoted to him parts of his
warrant.

The descendants of the Dover
pioneers intermarried from genera-
tion to generation so that for many
years there was perhaps no more
strictly American blood in our
country than that of the progeny
of the Piscataqua settlers. Latter-
ly, many of the descendants have
left the haunts of their ancestors
and have sought homes in newer
parts of the land and have grafted
themselves on the stock of other
genealogical trees. Wherever

they go they carry along the sturdy
virtues of New England.

Almost every family, whether of
New England stock or no, has at
least one member who is interest-
ed in his ancestors for eugenic, or
social reasons, or more often just
because he is curious and wants to
know. Old family Bibles, town
records, and the "oldest inhabitant"
are much in demand these days.
The incompleteness of records is
exasperating and the fact that many
a set of records has been carelessly
allowed to burn does not make for
peace and joy in the minds of the
delver into family history.

Outside of Plymouth, Massa-
chusetts, there was probably no
better nursery for family trees in
the beginnings of United States
life than old Dover of the Granite
State. The fact that the Friends
kept records, fairly accurate ones,
has enabled many a family to trace
its history. That a large part of
the families of Dover became
Quakers after 1660 many a genea-
logist or would-be genealogist has



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267



given thanks, whatever his own re-
ligious leanings may he.

The Piscataqua descendants
taken as a whole whether of
Quaker blood or not, are marked by
a plainness of speech and dress and
by virtues that make for quiet hap-
piness rather than public approba-
tion. They are usually able to keep
afloat financially and a few have at-
tained great wealth. They are in-
telligent and some have even achiev-
ed uncommon learning and posi-
tion. Were one content to come
from a sturdy, virtuous people
rather than from one which scin-
tillated brilliancy without under-
lying homely virtues he may re-
joice to trace his ancestry from any
one of the Piscataqua pioneers.

A drive or stroll along the smooth
state road that runs the length of
Dover Neck — from Dover to Ports-
mouth — fills one with delight. On
every side are entrancing views of
land and water in fascinating com-
binations and all about are the
scenes looked upon by generations
of true Americans ever since the
first sparse settlement in 1623.
There is the old "Roberts burying
ground," the oldest in New Hamp-
shire, with but one or two older in
New England. There is the site of
the old First Parish Church en-
closed with a stone wall and iron
fence which follow the line of the
ancient fortifications, placed there
by the Margery Sullivan Chapter
of Daughters of the American
Revolution of Dover. There is the
point on which the Hilton brothers
and their companions made their
first home on Dover Point now oc-
cupied by Hilton Hall. There is
the white oak tree called the
"bound" or Pilgrim boundarv tree
which marked the line of division
between two Roberts estates in by-
gone days. Storm, stress, and age
have left their marks until now the
oak gives but a suggestion of its



former grandeur. By tree experts
it is thought to be near nine hun-
dred years old, a white oak requir-
ing three hundred years in which to
make its growth, three hundred
more in which to enjoy itself, and
three hundred more to be spent in
dignified decay. This is one of the
few white oaks permitted to run so
nearly this gamut.

There is an elm tree of no mean
size and beaut}" under which a
tavern thrived in the eighteenth
century, a tavern that stood near
the long since abandoned ferry be-
tween Kittery and Dover Neck.
In spite of our modern way of
shifting homes there remains still
in the possession of his descendants,
Howard and Fred Roberts, land
which was granted to Emigrant
Thomas Roberts soon after 1623, or
perhaps in that very year. These
descendants own the land on which
stand the boundary oak and the
ancient elm, both within a stone's
throw of their house. That the
present owners have not allowed
their land to deteriorate is shown
by their bearing orchard of three
hundred apple trees, three hundred
plum, and as many pear trees, be-
sides large hay and corn fields.
One can readily believe the state-
ment made on the Neck that the
descendants of Emigrant Roberts
have ever been pioneers in agri-
cultural ventures.

On Dover Neck it is easier to
visualize the homes of the settlers
than it is to do so at Plymouth
where vast stretches of the imagina-
tion are necessary because of the
thickly .settled town with all mod-
ern equipments. On Dover Neck
one may gaze on scenes little
changed since early days and in
fancy, people the stretch of coun-
try with the rugged pioneers of
old. Then, too, one may take a
boat at the Neck and without touch-
ing the ocean, visit by river four-



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teen towns and forget that there is
such a thing as a railway.

The Dover, New Hampshire, of
the present day worked its way in-
land to give more room for its in-
habitants who number now nearly
fifteen thousand. It is a place of
culture and fine living to say noth-
ing of its wealth of factories and
other money making undertakings.
Many handsome old mansions
built, some of them, more than two
hundred years ago, are still oc-
cupied and give a colonial air to



the busy modern town. An an-
cient garrison filled with relics of
the past tells the youth of the early
history of the region, and the
Friends' meeting house and the
First Parish church, both out-
growths of the early ones on the
Neck, make one think both back-
ward and forward. A Society of
Piscataqua Pioneeers made up of
descendants of those worthy people
meets each year and attempts to
keep green the memory of their
ancestors.



ON READING THE FIRST CHAPTER OF MR. WELLS'
• OUTLINE OF HISTORY

By K. C. Balderston

I read about the vasty emptiness

In which this little world of ours has .spun

And cooled itself since time was first begun,

And all my mind could do was grope, and guess,

And lose itself, smitten with blank distress,

In the cold, lifeless void. The very sun,

The stars, and time, were ghastly thoughts to shun,

And space a horror with a cloud fringed dress.

Then, to escape the unsearchable mystery,

I walked abroad beneath the winter moon,

And all the stars were shining in the sky, —

Benign and beautiful and calm they were ;

And the great depths of space became a boon

To make the stars mysterious and fair.



EDITORIAL



Much satisfaction is felt through-
nut the state with the way in which
Governor Albert O. Brown and his
executive council have filled the
places on the state board of educa-
tion made vacant by the resigna-
tion of the chairman and three of
his associates. The new chairman
is Huntley N. Spaulding of Roches-
ter, brother and business associate
cf former Governor Rolland H.
Spaulding ; a graduate of Phillips
Andover Academy; prominent in
public service during recent years,
especially as state food adminstra-
tor during the World War under
Herbert Hoover. For the first
time the women of the state are
given recognition on the board un-
der this new dispensation, their
worthy representative bqing Mrs.
Alice S. Harriman of Laconia, past
president of the state Federation of
Woman's Clubs and the state as-
sociation of Parent-Teacher clubs ;
a graduate of the state normal
school at Plymouth ; and the choice
for this position of practically all
the women's organizations of the
state. With Mrs. Harriman on
the state board and Miss Harriet
L. Huntress continuing as deputy
commissioner of education, the
women of the state will have the
share which is their due in the
management of the public schools
which educate their children. The
representative of the North Coun-
try upon the new board is one of
that section's best known and most
successful men, Orton B. Brown,
Berlin manufacturer. Mr. Brown
is a graduate of Williams College,
well posted upon and sincerely in-
terested in the educational pro-
blems of the day, in particular those
which especially concern the cos-
mopolitan communities of which
his own city of Berlin is a type.
On the other hand, the small towns
and the agricultural interests of



the state have a good man to rep-
resent them on the new board in
the person of Merrill Mason of
Marlborough, educated in the
town schools and at a business
college ; farmer, legislator and dele-
gate to the constitutional conven-
tion ; member of the advisory board
of the state department of agricul-
ture. No appointment by Gover-
nor Brown for the fifth place on the
board was necessary, because Wil-
fred J. Lessard, superintendent of
the parochial schools of the Roman
Catholic diocese of Manchester,
named on the orignal board by
Governor John H. Bartlett, stayed
on the job for which he had proved
himself so well fitted and did not
hand in his resignation with those
of his four colleagues. The new
board, like its predecessor, is bi-
partisan, three of its members
being Republicans and two Demo-
crats. It represents all sections of
the state, both sexes, the profes-
sions, business, agriculture and the
home. It is intelligent, interested
and impartial. In its hands, with
the present efficient make-up of the
active staff of the department of
education, the future of the schools
of the state is, we feel, secure.

The "school law of 1919" now has
entered upon the third year of its
control over our state educational
system. The legislature of 1921,
the first one to have an opportunity
to revise the law, took advantage of
that opportunity to some extent,
but not in such a way, it seems
to us, as to alter the fundamental
principles of the statute. The
majority opinion in the legislature



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