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St, Paul Commandery, 
 
 MEMORIAL SERVICE 
 
 AT 
 
 DOVER, N. H., 
 July 9, 1880. 
 

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MEMORIAL SERVICE. 
 
 Moses Paul, the first Commander of St. Paul Commaudery 
 of Knights Templar, of Dover, N. H., died on the ninth day 
 of July, 1860. 
 
 On the ninth day of July, 1870, the Commaudery, Joseph 
 W. Welch, Commander, held a Memorial Service, and placed 
 crosses of flowers at the grave of Sir Knight Paul, and at the 
 graves of its other deceased Sir Knights. Past Eminent Com- 
 mander Oliver Wyatt, on that occasion delivered a touching 
 address at the grave of Sir Knight Paul. 
 
 On Friday, July 9, 1880, St. Paul Commandery, Charles 
 H. Sawjer Eminent Commander, aided by StraflTord Lodge of 
 Free and Accepted Masons, Charles C. Dorr, Master, met 
 with full ranks, in commemoration of the twentieth anniversa- 
 ry of the death of the late Eminent Commander, Moses Paul, 
 and to decorate with flowers the graves of other deceased Sir 
 Knights. They left tlie Asylum at 4 o'clock p. m., preceded by 
 a detachment of Police under Marshal Dame, with music by the 
 Dover Cornet Band, Ralph Reinewald, leader, and marched di- 
 rectly to Pine Hill Cemetery, where, at various points, the 
 column was halted and the Band played dirges while flowers 
 were placed at the headstones of deceased Sir Knights, a similar 
 service having previously been performed at the graves of mem- 
 
bers vesting elsewhere. The following is a list of the graves 
 decorated : 
 
 Moses Paul, Bufus Flagg, 
 
 John M Silver, John O. Peirce, 
 
 Andrew J. Brown, John Twombly, 
 
 John L. Laskev, Silas Dunn, 
 
 Jacob C. Hanson, P. C, Joseph W. "Welch, P. C, 
 
 Amasa Eoberts, William Bedell, 
 
 George W- Burleigh, John M. Haynes, 
 
 Daniel Chadwick, George Varney, 
 
 "Robert H. Hussey, John Shepley, 
 
 John J. Davis, Mark Noble, 
 
 Increase S. Coleman, Kiifus W. Stevens. 
 Andrew Peirce, 
 
 After this service hadbeen performed, the procession marched 
 to the grave of Moses Paul, where a hollow square was formed. 
 The Band played a dirge, and prayer was offered by the Pre- 
 late, Rev. John B. Richmond. An appropriate song was sung 
 by a double quartette, consisting of John S. Hayes, G. J. Gooch, 
 J. J. Duxbnry, J. 8. Staples, W. W. Hayes, C. A. Tufts, Ar- 
 thur "Whitehouse and Jona. Bradley. Eminent Commander C. 
 H. Sawyer then introduced Sir Knight Rev. AWnzo H. Quint, 
 D. D., of the Grand Commandery of Massachusetts, who deliver- 
 ed the address given below. 
 
 The Lord's prayer was then sung by the double quartette, 
 and the procession returned to the Asylum, on its way passing 
 the residence of Sir Knight George Piper, one of its oldest 
 members. Dr. Asa A. Tufts, the oldest Knight in the city, 
 was also upon the ground. 
 
 During the absence of the Knights a collation had been pro- 
 vided. The collation ended, Eminent Commander Sawyer made 
 some remarks, alluding in most feeling words to those whose 
 graves had that day been visited, some of whom were with us 
 when a similar service was last performed. Remarks were 
 also made by others, and this beautiful service, which was in- 
 augurated ten years previously, was closed, to be repeated on 
 the ninth day of July, 1890. 
 
Oration of Rev. Dr. Quint. 
 
 Twenty years ago to-day, died the first Commander of St. 
 Paul's. Ten years ago to-day yon gathered on this spot, to 
 commeraorato the virtues of that great and good man, and with 
 his, name to remember the names of your other men who had 
 entered into their rest. You inaugurated a beautiflil and 
 touching ceremony, in placing a cross at each grave. Then the 
 summer sun was sinliing in the evening west; the summer air 
 was lightly lifting the silent leaves; the summer birds were 
 singing their sunset songs,— in this peaceful city of the dead, — 
 and one of yours (now standing here) spoke to you pilgrims 
 of a holy errand, in words of touching feeling and beauty, and 
 interwoven with lessons learned in years of study into the sub- 
 lime teachings of our ancient brotherhood. Yesterday I read 
 these words to myself. 
 
 To-day we take up the story where it was dropped with that 
 setting sun. Our list of the departed is longer. Ten added 
 years have taken into the asylum of { ternity some who stood 
 with you on that memorial day, and we come again to recall for 
 our own admonition, the knightly virtues of men whose sword- 
 hilts their hands shall grasp no more. 
 
 And, first, I read to you the added names of those whose 
 lights burn here no more, — at the graves of such as were buried 
 here you have now placed the crosses ; 
 
 Jacob C. Hanson, John L. Laskey, Amasa Roberts, George 
 
Wm. Burleigh, Daniel Chadwick, Eobert H. Hussey, Increase 
 S. Coleman, John J. Davis, John Tworably, Silas Dunn, Joseph , 
 W. Welch, William Bedell, John M. Hayues, George Varney, 
 John Shepley, Mark Noble. 
 
 Sixteen have left their armor here and answer no more the 
 summons when the lines are formed. Most of these were of 
 the ranks of our own St. Paul ; but some were pilgrim strangers 
 from afar, whom your care watched over in their final strug- 
 gles, andiwhose remains you buried with knightly honors. 
 
 Let me recall once more the memory of our first Command- 
 er, Moses Paul. We are standing by his grave. All ot this 
 generation must pass away before that man will pass from 
 memory. Born in Waterborough, Me., 28 Mar. 1798, he was 
 nine years of age when the family came to this Dover, with 
 whose prosperity he was to be so thoroughly identified. He 
 was fifteen years of age when he entered the employ of his 
 uncle, John Williams, the founder of Dover's manufacturing 
 prosperity, and himself a Mason^ worthy of the oriential chair. 
 Moses Paul was twenty-six years of age when he was promoted 
 to be Superintendent of the mill at Upper Factory; thirty 
 years of age when he was Superintendent of the mills on yon- 
 der falls; thirty-six years of age when he became Agent; and 
 it was after twenty-six years of this latter service that he heard 
 the command which called him hence. 
 
 It was a successful life in all its aspects. He began in moder 
 ate circumstances ; he ended in competence. He began a hum- 
 ble subordinate; he ended at the bead of a powerful corporation 
 of concentrated wealth. He began active life practically as a 
 "widow's son ;" hfe died at the summit of public respect in the 
 community which knew his life and work for more than fifty 
 years. 
 
 Under his care, employed and employer were alike respected. 
 As a citizen, he could have had all the honors Of his State. He 
 threw his energy into every wise proposal of public improve- 
 ment. Public buildings were duo to his advocacy. His up- 
 Wght form, his strong face; his soldierly bearing, commanded 
 respect. He was bold, decisive, self-determined, sometimes 
 imperious; but never arrogant nor tyrannical. No man could 
 better rule a turbulent throng of excited voters in the old days 
 of town elections. Often he seemed stern in face and manner, 
 bat a warmer or tenderer heart never beat in a mortal breast. 
 
The poor had an unfailing friond. An integrity never sullied, 
 a moral character without a tarnish, a courage which feared 
 nothing lower than his God,- these, with the other qualities I 
 have recalled, made the Moses Paul to whom I looked up with 
 reverence in my boyhood, and whom I came to regard with 
 affectionate respect as he gave me his most friendly interest 
 when I was reaching active life. Never in my professional life, 
 did I return to this city during many years, without calling on 
 him that I might feel the grasp of his warm hand and meet the 
 look of his kind eyes. 
 
 Perhaps I speak for others, also, when I say that in the life of 
 Moses Paul, and, I will add, in that of Andrew Peirce, I imbib- 
 ed my first impressions of Freemasonry. Both loved it. Both 
 exemplified it. Both made me feel that the institution therefore 
 was good and great. Andrew Peirce, at whose grave you have 
 to-day appropriately placed the Cross, — how his white hairs 
 were truly a crown of glory, and his silvery voice lingers upon 
 our ears; the first Mayor of this city, the Speaker of our House 
 of Representatives, an upright Mason, a noble christian in the 
 church where he held oflice for many years. Such men as Mo- 
 ees Paul and Andrew Peirce (and I could mention some vener- 
 able men yet living if delicacy did not forbid), — such men 
 show, against all bigotry and all detraction, the enobling influ- 
 ence and the grand spirit of our order. 
 
 It was on the 9th of December, 1819, that Moses Paul was 
 raised to the degree of ^Master Mason. He was in that pro- 
 cession which, July 4, 1821, laid the corner stone of that first 
 building of the cotton corporation, which has just been remov- 
 ed. I stop to remember how much the prosperity of Dover's 
 manufacturing industry was made by men who were Freema- 
 sons. John Williams, its founder; Moses Paul, then clerk; 
 John Chase, its first general mechanical superintendent; An- 
 drew Steele, its first master mechanic; Samuel Dnnster (still 
 living in Attleboro', Mass.), the builder of the first practical 
 machinery of the calico printery,— indeed almost all its early 
 planners and workers, learned the designs of the trestle-board. 
 I might recount the names of later workers, such as the present 
 Agent and the present Superintendent, and many a trusted 
 and skilful workman. And I may notice how the name of 
 yout- present honored Cammauder (Sawyer), is linked with 
 those successful works of a kindred manufacture whose reputa- 
 
tion and steady expansion promise yet an equality with, the 
 great cotton mills. 
 
 Moses Paul rose in Masonry. He had the Scottish Rite. He 
 went away from home to explain the Royal Arch ; to enter the 
 crypts of the Select ; to receive the orders of the Temple, 
 which he did 28 Sept. 1826, when one honored citizen was pres- 
 ent with him who to-day stands on this ground with you. He 
 was High Priest of the Grand Chapter when he died, and he 
 had been Grand Master of the Masons of New Hampshire ; and 
 what is nearer to you, when he died he was Commander of St. 
 Paul's, whose charter he had with difiBculty (from territorial 
 reasons) succeeded in obtaining, and which he loved unto the 
 end. I. may recall, as some of you can, that from him I receiv- 
 ed the instructions of the Royal Arch. From him I received 
 the orders of the Red Cross, the Temple, and of Malta. With 
 what emphasis did his voice and life say that Truth is mighty 
 and will prevail I Who of us can forget the^ solemnity with 
 which he contemplated the sublime truths embodied and illus- 
 trated ! For him, the designs upon the Trestle-board did tell 
 of fidelity to principle at all risks. For him, the acacia always 
 foretold Immortality by the Lion of the Tribe of Judah. For 
 him, the work he did in life must have its own mark, and must 
 be inspected at the last day. For him, he must receive the ap- 
 propriate wages of his earthlj' service, whatever his work 
 should be. For him he could contemplate the time when 
 
 "There Is no more occasion for level or plumb-line, 
 For trowel or gavel, for compass or square," 
 
 for the arch of his life would be gloriously completed by the 
 Ancient of Days. For him. Wisdom, Strength, and Beauty, 
 were in the House ot the Lord. For him, the secrets in the 
 crypts did bear in themselves the impress of their universality 
 and antiquity in the grand Trinity of eternity. For him, — who 
 can forget the tears we have seen upon his face as to him the 
 Betrayal was visibly awful, or when he contemplated the Sac- 
 rifice of Calvary ; who can forget the light upon his face when 
 he saw the victory of the Prince of the House of David, over 
 death and the sepulchre I 
 
 He was a christian man.' Less than four years after he was 
 made a Mason, he became a member of the old First church 
 here, where he remained until his death, and trom its house did 
 devout men take him to his burial. Of that church the pastor 
 
of his profession, Joseph W. Clary, was a Freemason, and a 
 man of God, and that church used to remember that other 
 stanch Freemason, the illustrious missionary, Daniel Poor, of 
 Ceylon, whose christian fame is world-wide. The religion of 
 Moses Paul cared little for cold-blooded dogmatics or sharp 
 subtilties of doctrine. It was warm, earnest, practical. He 
 was ready for every good work. He exulted iu the love of the 
 Infinite Father in the sacrifice of the Infinite Son. He gloried, 
 as we can appreciate, in the Resurrection. I remember him, 
 in his sick room, the last time I saw liim. His faith was firm. 
 Suffering, and knowing that the hour drew near when the ta- 
 per must be extinguished, he knew that it would be relighted. 
 Even then his heart went out to this Masonic brotherhood. It 
 was dear to him still, dearer than ever, and he knew what was 
 to raise him at the last day. 
 
 Who of us will ever forget the burial I I remember that I 
 came from another State, soley to join in the mourning. 
 No such funeral had ever taken place here, and none more 
 honored will ever take place here. "We recall the closed stores, 
 the silent mills, the flags at half mast, the great influx of sober- 
 ed visitors, the long procession, the solemn service, the acacia 
 prophecy. We remember how tears fell on the faces of strong 
 men. A great man had fallen, a man royal in his manhood. 
 Truly he had fulfilled his vows. He had distributed alms to 
 poor and weary pilgrims travelling from afar. He had fed the 
 hungry. He had clothed the naked. He had bound up the 
 wounds of the afflicted. He had remembered the widow, and 
 orphans called liim blessed. And, in all, and above all, he had 
 maintained his religion according to his vows, and he had found 
 the Light. "Well done, good and faithful servant; enter 
 thou into the joy of thy Lord I" 
 
 And now it grieves me that I cannot speak particularly of 
 every one of those whom we now commemorate. Time would 
 fail me. Their record is made. Their knightly virtues were 
 God's; their failings were their own. But it Is fitting that 
 special allusion be made to two knights, because they were 
 honored as Commanders, and for their relation to this semce. 
 Two others, charter members of this Commandery, have also 
 gone, John Twombly and Mark Noble. Jacob C. Hanson, 
 Joseph W. Welch, and Silas Dunn, were connected with 
 this commemorative observance. 
 
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 Jacob C. Hanson, also a charter member, succeeded Moses 
 Paul as Commander. He led this Commandery at that memoi'- 
 able funeral. He was living ten years ago ; he is gone now. 
 The triangle was found, the arch of steel was made. He was 
 rightfullj' laid to his rest with knightly honors. 
 
 Joseph W. Welch was Commander ten years ago, and Silas 
 Dunn was a Warden, when the lines were formed in yonder 
 Asylum and the column marched to this spot. Both are gone. 
 Sir Knight Welch, who then commanded, is now in his grave 
 as to all that is mortal. Some of us knew him many years ago. 
 We knew him also when intense suffering took hold of him, 
 and last as out of many months of pain, he leaned upon the 
 Cross. "In hoc signo vinces," says our banner, and he con- 
 quei-ed. 
 
 SirKnights, see how men pass away! Your first Commander, 
 —see this headstone ! The one who led your column at has 
 burial is gone. The one who led your column at the memorial 
 service ton years since, is gone. Who can predict the future? 
 
 Such thoughts, such facts, admonish us. But they do not 
 depress us. We will strive to meet every duty, in calm con- 
 fidence. True, every name of the deceased sends a thrill of 
 sorrow through some circle. Some home sufiering to-day. Its 
 grief is awakened again. We tender to such our sincere sym- 
 pathies. To ourselves come tender thoughts. The hard cares 
 of life give way. We are brought face to face with eternity. 
 
 We see a brother in the fetters of natality, a captive, in the 
 slavery of death. Who can strike off the chains? Who can 
 raise the fallen and lifeless? As one power tails, and another 
 power fails, where is the mighty hand which can lift out of the 
 grave? 
 
 Answer ye who have been taught the symbols which kept the 
 truth alive amid the unbelieving, during centuries before it 
 blazed forth and the conqueror brought life and immortality to 
 light. 
 
 "What is his name, if thou canst tell,'' says the ancient ques- 
 tioner. Answer ye who have been taught the universal name 
 of the nations. 
 
 Where is the triumph over the grave? Answer ye who have 
 been to the sepulchre and looked and listened in reverent 
 silence. "Oh death, where is thy sting? Oh grave where is 
 thy victory? The sting of death is sin, and the strength of sin 
 
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 is the law. But thanks be to Grod who giveth us the victory 
 through Jesus Christ our Lord I" 
 
 Sir Knights, we are here to commemorate knightly virtues. 
 "We take no man as model, but we are glad at every illustration 
 of these qualities. Imperfect human nature can never display 
 all the excellencies of which the divine nature is the author and 
 sole example. But we can and we should aim to perfect our 
 own characters, and fit ourselves, by that divine help, to meet 
 the last dread ordeal. We shall be challenged, by and by, by a 
 mighty sentinel, as we seek admission to the heavenly kingdom. 
 
 Therefore it is good for us to be here. The dead answer us 
 not, from the graves where we have laid them while the em- 
 blematic sword lay upon the coffin. The bustle of the streets 
 reaches not this place of sepulchre. But there is an eloquence 
 louder than words. Should words come from the guardian 
 angels of the departed, methinks their sentiment might be : 
 
 You who are still pilgrims, reflect! Pause in the silent hour 
 and consider! Let your hands be clean. Give answer to 
 yourselves in truth and soberness. Penitent, press onward, 
 though it be a weary road, with staff and sandals, till worthy 
 of remission. Warrior, take sword and shield to arm you 
 for the strife of life. You shall be cheered and refreshed. 
 Your libation shall be faith. Let your light be burning. Let 
 the banner over you be tlie Cross Fight valiantly the good 
 fight of faith. Your pilgrimage will soon be over, and your 
 warfare will soon be accomplished. The bugle sound you will 
 soon cease to hear. Plume and sword-belt will image no more 
 the virtues to you. The night draweth near. Yonder sun will 
 soon set, and although another day will dawn, the sun will soon 
 set for you and the next day will be eternity ! 
 
 Shall we fear, comrades of the knightly pledges? No. We 
 will fear not the tomb. Our faith tells us there is a resurrec- 
 tion. They that are in their graves shall hear his voice and 
 come forth. By faith, we see those who hnve led captivity 
 captive. P'loating down the ages have come the words spoken 
 by the tomb in the hillside at Bethany, "Thy brother shall 
 rise again." "I am the resurrection and the life." Therefore, 
 "To those who by faithful continuance in well-doing seek for 
 glory, honor, and immortality,— eto-reaHt/e!" 
 
 What mean your martial array, and dress, and discipline, and 
 banner? Well do you know it is this! "Take uuto you the 
 
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 whole armor of God. Having your loins girt about with 
 'truth, and having on the breastplate Of righteousness, and your 
 feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace ; taking 
 the shield of faith; and take the helmet of salvation, and the 
 sword of the spirit, which is the word of God. 
 
 Sir Knights, this day's service will soon end. Ten long 
 years will have rolled by, when St. Paul Commandery will 
 come hither again. The same hill-side will bear these tombs in 
 its bossom. The same sun will be setting in the west. Seed 
 time and harvest will have continued the green sward on the 
 graves. The white stones will mark the resting places ot the 
 departed. But all along these years, plumed men, with swords 
 in hand or swords reversed, will have been escorting hither 
 some deceased brother, whose sword will no more leave its 
 scabbard; shall have come with rustling banner, and wailing 
 music, and measured tread, and shall read over the unconscious 
 body words of christian truth ; and the roll of the dead will be 
 longer and longer. 
 
 Some of us will be upon that roll. Some will be waiting the 
 reveille of the resurrection morning. Shall it not then be said 
 of us, he lived in all knightly virtues, he died in all knightly 
 faith? "Which is, that each may be able to say, "I have 
 fought a good light, I have finished my course, I have kept the 
 faith I" 
 
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