The Meadow City's Quarter-milennial Book: A Memorial of the Celebration of the Two Hundred and Fiftieth Anniversary of the Settlement of the Town of Northampton, Mass. June 5th, 6th and 7th 1904
Prepared and Pub. by Direction of the City of Northampton, 1905 - 532 pages
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250th Anniversary ALFRED FREE ampton ARTHUR Bates beautiful Boston building built Caleb Strong Campion Carriage Celebration Chairman CHARLES CHARLES H citizens City Hall City of Northampton Clapp CLARK Clerk colors committee Conn Connecticut court court-house Culture Clubs daughter decorated Easthampton EDWIN England exhibition fathers fire float Florence FRANK FREDERICK Frederick E GEORGE GEORGE W Gere Governor Hallett Hartford Hawley HENRY Hill Holyoke Home Culture Clubs honor horses hundred Indians interest invitation JAMES John Jonathan Edwards Joseph JOSIAH D Judge KINGSLEY lived Lyman Main street Mass Massachusetts Mayor Meadow City meeting-house mill MILLER MISS MARY Mount Tom NONOTUCK North occasion Old Northampton old town parade Parsons pastor represented river ROBERT Samuel Seelye Seth Pomeroy settlement settlers Shepherd Smith College Solomon Stoddard Springfield Springfield stood Thomas tion trimmed Warner Westfield WILLIAM H York
Page 492 - When I remember all The friends so linked together, I've seen around me fall Like leaves in wintry weather; I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed...
Page 104 - 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.
Page 178 - Lord, Thou hast been our dwelling place In all generations. Before the mountains were brought forth, Or ever Thou hadst formed the earth and the world, Even from everlasting to everlasting, Thou art God.
Page 107 - For they got not the land in possession by their own sword, neither did their own arm save them : but thy right hand, and thine arm, and the light of thy countenance, because thou hadst a favour unto them.
Page 504 - ... The second day of July, 1776, will be the most memorable epoch in the history of America. I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated by succeeding generations as the great anniversary festival. It ought to be commemorated as the day of deliverance, by solemn acts of devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires, and illuminations, from one end of this continent to the other, from this time forward forevermore.
Page ix - Argonauts of peace. For art and labor met in truce, For beauty made the bride of use, We thank Thee ; but, withal, we crave The austere virtues strong to save, The honor proof to place or gold, The manhood never bought nor sold...
Page 420 - And shall we breathe in happier spheres The names that pleased our mortal ears; In some sweet lull of harp and song For earth-born spirits none too long, Just whispering of the world below Where this was Bill and that was Joe? No matter; while our home is here No sounding name is half so dear; When fades at length our lingering day, Who cares what pompous tombstones say? Read on the hearts that love us still, Hicjacet Joe. Hicjacet Bill. A SONG OF "TWENTY-NINE...
Page 296 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Page 4 - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand...
Page 488 - THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES. I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.