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GARDEN SAUCE 
 
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 DELIVERED AT THE 
 
 TwentyTifth Anniversary of the West Newbwy Farmers' Ckb, Dec, 15lh, 
 
 By CHAS. F. PAYNE, Esqr. 
 
 Published by Order of the Club, 
 

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 My friends, at least six thousand years ago, — 
 I say " at least," because chronologists do differ so 
 In casting up the sum of various stages 
 That make the total of the vanished ages, — 
 A taste for fruit entailed upon us work and woe. 
 
 Not that the two s\nonymous must be 
 On all occasions, for we sometimes see, 
 
 Among the rest, a worthy friend or neighlwr, 
 
 Who really seems to /(we to labor. 
 Without the stimulation of a fee. 
 
 But, on the whole, our race has grumbled, as a rule, 
 To diink our first maternal should have been the tool 
 Of such a devil, sore and unforgiving, 
 As he who forced humanity to earn its living : 
 With all respect to sex. she m//s/ have been a fool ! 
 
4 • C; A R D E N S A U C E . 
 
 1 mention//-////, because, without debate, 
 It was the earliest food that our first parents ate. 
 And though, at times, green apples diabolic 
 Have shot an urchin with the bilious colic. 
 Yet fruit has had its value up to date. 
 
 I take it that in Eden, till the flight from there, 
 
 Tliey used a strictly vegetarian bill of fare ; 
 Nought but the most malign obliquity 
 Would cheat this diet of its rare antic ^uity, 
 
 And Farmers' Clubs should guard its title deeds with care. 
 
 A calling measures, like some wine, its value by jts age ; 
 
 The Farmer placed his imprint on tradition's earliest page ; 
 And if this Club believes the " noblest work of God " 
 To be the man who holds the plow and turns the yielding sod, 
 
 It isn't, after all, so strange, with such a heritage. 
 
 The ship and loom were babies when this husbandry was old ; 
 
 People either swam or waded, and, when troubled with the cold. 
 Simply pulled a fig-tree costume from some handy shrub or other. 
 And applied it in the manner taught them by our common mother. 
 
 And perhaps felt just as dressy as a queen in cloth-of-gold. 
 
GARDEN SAUCE. 
 
 Having shown you in the abstract what you have to brag about, 
 Let us view you in the concrete, during which, I have no doubt, 
 
 My poor muse will cast a fetter, 
 
 And my hearers bear it better, 
 And perhaps be really willing to be quiet and sit it out. 
 
 That the Club should be a credit 
 
 To your lovely rural town 
 Is no wonder, when you head it 
 
 With a man who does thin2;s Brown 1 * 
 
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 And support him in a manner 
 
 Of which much MooreI could be said, 
 
 While you elevate your banner 
 
 With the help of Graham! bre(a)d : 
 
 While a Lane§ that has no turning, 
 Runs his pen from farm to forge. 
 
 Noting all your wit and learning, 
 
 And your funds are watched, by George ! 
 
 * Havden Brown, President, 
 t A. L. MooRK, Vice President. 
 J W.M Graham, Vice President. 
 § Isaac X. Lane, Secretary. 
 II Georce C. Rogers, Treasurer. 
 
5 GARDEN SAUCE. 
 
 When with Romulus* a roaming, 
 
 First you " go to grass, — so far 
 Into seeding, dressing, learning, 
 
 That you have to take a Carr !t 
 
 Is it strange you learn how science, 
 
 Mixed with farming, cannot fail? 
 For, with David's! psalms, reliance 
 
 Is at once increased by Hale.§ 
 
 Now, engrossed in garden seeding. 
 
 Eagerly you join the Chase. || 
 Now, the gentle Porker breeding. 
 
 Cheer the LADD^.who knows the race. 
 
 Hear the martyr Stephen** utter. 
 
 With that ORDWAvtt you have seen. 
 Hymns of praise to sweet June butter. 
 
 When compared with margarine. 
 
 Topics discussed during the year : 
 
 " Seeding to grass," by Romulus Jaques* and Samuel CarrI. 
 " What has science done for agriculture? " by David E. CarletonJ and 
 Wm. Hale.§ 
 
 " Field and garden seeds," by F. D. Chase. [j 
 
 " Swine; breeding and feeding," by Geo. W. Ladd.TI 
 
 " Butter," by Stephen A. Jacques** and Cyrus K. ORDWAY.ft 
 
GARDEN SAUCE. 
 
 Then compare the man o'erladen 
 
 With machinery's giant strength, 
 Musically put by Haydn,* 
 
 Till, convinced, you come, at length, 
 
 Wjiere no " doubting Thomas! preaches 
 
 Foolish creeds and theories wild, 
 But, with nursery wisdom, teaches 
 
 When to spare or spank a child. 
 
 What potato is the best one ? 
 
 Should a stranger dare dispute, 
 You might wait and let him test one, — 
 
 But might Lynch| the man to boot. 
 
 " Roots for farm stock," some might handle 
 
 With a little skill and care ; 
 Yet they couldn't hold a candle 
 ^To one of your Bartlett§ pair (pear). 
 
 Topics discussed during the year: 
 
 " A farmer or a machine?" by Hayden Brown.* 
 
 " Management of children," by Thomas C. Thurlow,! nurseryman. 
 
 " Potatoes,"' by Richard LYNCH.t 
 
 " Roots for farm stock," by Thomas K. Bar'I'lett § 
 
o GARDEN SAUCE. 
 
 And commercial fertilizers 
 
 You would never trust to boys, 
 Though you Newell* supervisors 
 
 Would, of course, expect some NovES.t 
 
 When you felt, with all your manhood. 
 
 That you lacked the power to speak, 
 You rejoiced, for D. R. StanwoodI 
 
 Do your share and stop the leak. 
 
 When you asked, " are silos paying? " 
 
 Bartlett§ loose his verdict sage ; 
 Samuel, 0,|| — Oh, Samuel's saying 
 
 Henceforth lives with ensilage. 
 
 Wlio climbed up that hight the steepest ? — 
 
 Na, son !^ do not blush, I pray ; — 
 " How to raise your corn the cheapest? " 
 
 Merrill** back you any day. 
 
 Topics- discussed during the year : 
 
 "Commercial Fertilizers," by Richard Newell* and George E. 
 
 NOYES.f 
 
 "Conversation,^' by Dean R. Stanwood.J 
 
 " Silos," by M. W. Bartleit§ and Samuel O. Ordway-|| 
 
 " Indian corn," by E. G. Nason^ and Elbridge Merrill ** 
 
GARDEN SAUCE. 9 
 
 *' How to make the young love farming? " 
 
 "One declared, " go Bailey* would 
 "That the young would think it charming, 
 If, by George,! they understood." 
 
 When the needs of fields were pressing, 
 With that same OrdwayI once Moore, § 
 
 You, supplying a top-dressing. 
 Saw them smile as long before. 
 
 "Wastes (waists) on the farm," when rightly boddiced, 
 Would puzzle Joshua II to stop one's son (sun) ; 
 
 But there, my meddling muse is modest, — 
 Most arms would like to circle one ! 
 
 Talking of talk, and all the pleasing bustle 
 That comes of conversation when you meet, 
 
 'Tis nothing, after all, without the Russell^ 
 Of female pullbacks, tout de suite. 
 
 Topics discussed during the year : 
 
 •' How to make farm-life attractive to the young," by L. H. BAii.iiV* and 
 George A. NASONf. 
 
 " Manures," by Charles W. OrdwayJ and A. L. Moore§. 
 ■' Wastes on the farm," by Joshua R. Gordon1|. 
 " Conversation," by George W. Russell^. 
 
[O (lARDKX SAUCE. 
 
 T. G. O.,* — Tom's great oration, — 
 
 " WiLLiEt help our dairy stock? " 
 Quoth the Club ; then admiration 
 
 Answered quick, " That is the talk I " 
 
 '' How well mechanics help housekeepers, 
 ''Thomas, C.,| and George, C.,§ too," 
 
 Were your orders, — pie-forks, sweepers, 
 Wringers, churns appeared to you. . 
 
 Emulating martyrs olden, 
 
 '* Calvin's II Institutes " you take 
 For your guide and precept golden. 
 
 Till your Rogers|| fears no stake (steak). 
 
 Paradoxical the story, 
 
 Yet no gospel could be truer 
 Than the statement that you glory 
 
 In the richness of your Poore ! % 
 
 Topics discussed during the year : 
 
 '' Improvement of Dairy Stock,'' by Thomas G. Ordway* and Wii.i.iKf 
 K. Mkkru.l. 
 
 "Mechanical Help for Housekeepers," by Thomas C'.j Thiki.ow and 
 C.KORCE C.§ Rogers. 
 
 II Caiain Rogers, historian of the Club. 1 Ben : Perlev Poore. 
 
CAR I) EX SAUCK. ii 
 
 \Vhen your flattering invitation 
 
 To a})pear and "turn the crank," 
 On this annual occasion, 
 
 First surprised me, to be frank, 
 My position seemed alarming ; 
 
 For should I, with "• cheek sublime," 
 Tell you what / knew of farming. 
 
 And, great heavens I make it rhyme ? 
 
 What would be your consternation : 
 
 How conviction, following doubt, 
 Soon would rouse vour indication. 
 
 Till the Club nu'ght "fire me out" I 
 Vet, I have some recollection 
 
 Of the days when hoeing corn ; 
 How I burned my young complexion. 
 
 And lamented I was born I 
 
 How I wrestled with potatoes, 
 
 Through the never-ending rows ; 
 How T flirted with tomatoes. 
 
 And at four o'clock arose ; 
 How I milked the kicking heifer, 
 
 Broke my back with picking stones. 
 Rode the horse to plow, and never 
 
 Ceased to feel his maddening bones ; 
 
GARDEN SAUCE. 
 
 How, played out with raking after, 
 
 I was sent upon the mow. 
 Where 'twas hot as that hereafter 
 
 Where I trust old Foss is now ! 
 How I cut and split the cordwood, 
 
 Hauled to feed the farmer's fires ; 
 How, at night, I prayed the Lord would 
 
 Let me off from mowing briars ; 
 
 How, in fact, so many reasons 
 
 Seemed to urge me to a change. 
 That I hated Thompson's Seasons, 
 
 Vick and Greeley ! Is it strange ? 
 Yet I know the charm of raising 
 
 Cain, or a fire-engine pole. 
 And the fiendish joy of grazing 
 
 (With a club) the woodchuck's soul ; 
 
 Love to watch the stimulating 
 
 Castor bean appear and grow. 
 And, with virtue palpitating. 
 
 Seize a youth and lay him low. 
 And I love fresh eggs and butter, 
 
 Doughnuts, pancakes, cheese and cream. 
 And would no objections utter. 
 
 Could the woi'k be done by steam. 
 
GARDEN SAUCE. 
 
 But, at present, I defer to 
 
 Those who farm and seem amused 
 Yes, at present, I prefer to 
 
 Pay the cash and — be excused. 
 
 The United States Commission's 
 
 Agricultural Reports 
 Tell us, through their statisticians. 
 
 Stories vast of our exports ; 
 How eight million persons, farming, 
 
 Represent two-thirds our wealth — 
 Fourteen billion dollars charming — 
 
 And enjo}^ the best of health. 
 
 Oh, it beggars all description. 
 
 This new nineteenth century rare ! 
 If the farmers, by prescription. 
 
 Claim to do the largest share, 
 Yet some other things than tillage 
 
 Rival even wheat and corn ; 
 Men are working, in your village. 
 
 Miracles in shell and horn. 
 
 Boots and shoes evolve from leather. 
 In such a quick, mysterious way, 
 
 That the gazer wonders whether 
 Magic wrought for wise McKay ! 
 
(4 CARD EN SAUCK, 
 
 Labor-saving means abolish 
 
 Old-time tasks and nature's laws ; 
 
 Old stoves shine with " Noon-day Polish " 
 Wood-piles yield to "Lightning Saws". 
 
 Up and down the whole creation 
 
 Letters Patent boldly roam ; 
 One who shrinks from fresh sensation 
 
 Needs must hide himself at home. 
 Telephones, in one man's dwelling 
 
 Brilliant with electric light, 
 May this instant Jane be telling 
 
 John will be there Sunday night ! 
 
 Susan sweet, soliloquizing. 
 
 Quite forgets the phonograph ; 
 Brother Tom, his chums apprising. 
 
 Turns the crank and makes them laugh. 
 Lydia Pinkham smiles upon us, 
 
 "Yours for Health 1 " till, almost mad, 
 We revolt, while posters warn us 
 
 We must wear a '' Liver Pad ". 
 
 And, although we cannot bear to 
 Cram ourselves up to the gills, 
 
 " Every ill that flesh is heir to " 
 Seems to breed new patent pills, 
 
GARDEN SAUCE. T5 
 
 ixood for every known disorder, 
 Lockjaw, toothache, or a boil, 
 
 Till, in wild dismay, we order 
 Gallons of " St. Jacob's Oil". 
 
 Paper carwheels, napkins, baskets, 
 
 Far eclipse our wildest dream, 
 Till, with fire-proof burial-caskets, 
 
 We can almost die by steam. 
 Automatic elevators 
 
 Lift us ere we know 'tis done ; 
 Mother Shipton's indicators 
 
 Lag behind in '81. 
 
 And the ladies 1 how we dress them 
 
 How their pretty bonnets poke 
 Lito politics ; but, bless them I 
 
 'Tis not always safe to joke ; 
 For the sweetest are the sternest, 
 
 And 'tis not a healthy plan^ 
 When a woman is in earnest 
 
 Yes j — I a?n a married man ! 
 
 Let me rather sing their praises ; 
 
 How they help us to get on ; 
 How their sympathy upraises 
 
 Those so otherwise forlorn ; 
 
i6 GARDEN SAUCE. 
 
 How they sow no sad dissensions, 
 But our buttons on our shirts ; 
 
 How repay our small attentions, 
 Heel our stockings and our hurts ; 
 
 Ne'er profane, no code of strictures 
 
 Violate, though free with vows. 
 Darn our elbows (not our pictures), 
 
 Smooth our bosoms and our brows ; 
 Dress our hair and save our money ; 
 
 Free from cunning, free from guile ; 
 Never hide a hit with honey. 
 
 Never fool us with a smile. 
 
 Oh ! so innocent and simple, 
 
 Always sure //lei'r lot is blest, — 
 But I leave each curl and dimple ; 
 
 Let us give the sex a rest. 
 Let us " turn back to our muttons," — 
 
 (Metaphoric, — from the French,) — 
 Else I would not give two buttons 
 
 For our safety, when the bench 
 
 Holds delightful girls for judges, 
 When they occupy the bar. 
 
 While we men, poor household drudges, 
 Sigh and wonder from afar. 
 
GARDEN SAUCE. 
 
 Let us rather leave the charmers, 
 
 Nought can check their swift advance ; 
 
 Let us now return to farmers 
 
 While we're safe and have the chance. 
 
 Let me with a riddle task you, — 
 
 Don't desert me in alarm, — 
 "Why did that smart Jones," I ask you, 
 
 " Prudent Jones, run through his farm? " 
 Why ? because his shirt was scarlet. 
 
 And his head with sense was full ; 
 Why? because, behind the varlet, 
 
 Roared and riislied his b^'indle bull ! 
 
 How high-toned and really royal 
 
 'Tis, until one's latest breath, 
 To one's calling to be loyal ! 
 
 John Smith didn't stop at death. 
 How? his epitaph surprising. 
 
 When you view the modest stone 
 In his mowing-field uprising, 
 
 Tells you, in no doubtful tone : 
 
 " Here, six feet down, a man is lying, 
 " Who did good farming understand ; 
 
 " He died because he knew, by dying, 
 " His dust would benefit his land ! " 
 
i8 GARDEN SAUCE. 
 
 But wisdom teaches us to mingle some soberness with all our fun. 
 And if you're weary with my jingle I can't complain, — I am, for 
 one. 
 
 Within an old, abandoned house, whose site 
 
 Is at the base of Archelaus, a grand old hill. 
 
 Whose top o'erlooks the farms for miles around. 
 
 And from whose sides the limpid waters run 
 
 Into those rivers famed, the Indian and the x\rtichoke. 
 
 Your Farmers' Club has found its favorite home. 
 
 AVho hewed the timbers huge of this old house, 
 
 Its sills, its posts, its rafters strong, of oak. 
 
 Tradition hardly tells ; or who within its smoke- grimed walls 
 
 For scores and scores of years abode, what fierce 
 
 Domestic tragedies, with sighs, and tears, and groans. 
 
 Have been enacted here, with God the sole spectator, 
 
 What sweet home scenes of wedded love, with smiles 
 
 Of hope and joy, and children's happy laugh, 
 
 I need not recapitulate. But now. 
 
 Within these latter days, rechristened is the house 
 
 To " Alfred's Hall". For half a score of years 
 
 Here have the farmers met from week to week. 
 
 On many a dark and bitter night have brushed 
 
 In jovial mood the snow from off their feet 
 
GARDEN SAUCE. 
 
 And frost from out their beards, and set them down 
 
 To solve, as best they might, the multitude 
 
 Of questions that have vexed the craft 
 
 Since first to trim the vine and pluck the fruit 
 
 Their great Progenitor in Paradise was placed. 
 
 Their worthy chief is there, whose virtue 'tis 
 To talk when no one else will talk ; who lays 
 His legislative honors by, and dwells ^ 
 
 On rural the flies as one who loves them ! 
 
 Bucolic Cromwell rises next. 
 The Farmers' Club and Church of God, alike, 
 His best love claim ; in story, ready wit 
 And fiery zeal he stands without a peer, 
 The patriarch of your tribe. 
 
 Next see your prophet rise, — Ezekiel, 
 The wise, — one deeply learned in holy writ ; 
 Whate'er the argument may be, a Scripture text 
 Is always sure to find a place. 
 
 Then one whose fame is national, at least ; 
 
 Whose pen and voice alike are eloquent, 
 
 Whose country home is like an English manor-house, 
 
 Ben : Perley Poore, the prince of wit ; 
 
 His coat-of-arms sliould bear an apple rouge. 
 
 Supported by wheelbarrows azure. 
 
20 GARDEN SAUCE. 
 
 Next, he who stands godfather to your hall, — 
 
 Is on the floor, — Alfred, the wise and good ; 
 
 His motto is, " Among the Romans, do as Romans do ! 
 
 Whether with jovial friends, among the hillocks 
 
 Of the Isle of Plums, the gayest of the gay, 
 
 Or in the church, the gravest of the grave. 
 
 And Richard, too, is there ; he who. 
 
 In earlier life, rejoiced to plow the main 
 
 Now plows his furrows straight in mother Earth. 
 
 His hobbies now are Yorkshire swine and Jersey stock ; 
 
 Nor is he ever loth to turn an honest dime 
 
 By eulogizing phosphates ; but this may well 
 
 Be said of him, — and which of most cannot be said, — 
 
 His preaching and his practice correspond. 
 
 Then Rollins, who should be express-\y mentioned, 
 A man of weight where'er he goes. 
 Whose stalwart son does what he can to fill 
 Your "aching void " of railway tracks, and owns 
 Two boys who, from their present weight and stature. 
 Bid fair to do their grandsire credit. 
 
 If Poultry is the theme, next your ex-scribe 
 Comes up, — an honest gentleman of culture 
 And refinement, and yet withal a modest man. 
 He talks, in knowing mood, of those brave birds 
 
GARDEN SAUCE. 
 
 That erst in Canaan crowed when craven Peter 
 Did his Lord deny. He is without a peer 
 In raising crops. 
 
 All Hale you next 
 Your friend from Oregon ; his varied hfe, 
 And large experience in western wilds, 
 Have stored his mind with facts and fiction rich, 
 Which he relates with slow, deliberate speech. 
 Isaac, your present scribe, is ever at his post, 
 The champion gardener of the Club. 
 Then comes the Crane Hill florist, WilUam Merrill, 
 A man who teaches all that " things of beauty 
 Are a joy forever." 
 
 And Moses Ridgeway, 
 Farmer excellent ; he would not compromise 
 With fraud, yet has a tender corner in his heart 
 For those who use the whitewash brush. 
 But time would fail to speak of all whose words and work 
 Have given life and strength to your fraternity. 
 And when the winter passes and the vernal equinox 
 Has come, and lengthening days, and higher sun. 
 And songs of birds, give sign that seed-time is at hand. 
 With all its joys and cares, you hold your closing feast ; 
 And when around the festive board 
 The flowing bowl (of choiuder, mind you,) 
 
GARDEN SAUCE. 
 
 Passes swift, there never wants the tale, and joke. 
 And shout, and laugh, that well might raise 
 The mouldering shades of those who dwelt 
 Within those smoke-grimed walls a century ago. 
 But smiles are intermittent in a vale of tears ; 
 Eternal sunlight is Infinity's prerogative. 
 With all our joys, some grief must cast its shadow- 
 On our lives. Perhaps our fruitage gains therewith : 
 Who knows ? the sheltering clouds and rain 
 May help our growth as much as clear-cut skies 
 Or glittering sun. At all events, that higher law 
 Which emanates from one Supreme Intelligence, 
 Apportions more or less of loss and grief 
 To each of us. The reason why we grieve 
 And suffer here no man can absolutely tell ; 
 Yet so it is. So with your Club. 
 How many friendly hands that grasped your hand 
 With heartiness and amity, within 
 Your quarter century of life, are jjerveless now I 
 How many eyes that smiled into your eyes 
 Are closed forever ; how many kindly hearts 
 That beat as warmly as your own have ceased to beat 
 Since first you organized ! with every year 
 That you have lived as one fraternity 
 The average death-rate shows a corresponding catalogue. 
 
GARDEN SAUCE. 23 
 
 But what if you have parted from your friends? 
 
 Shall you forever think of that ? Oh, yes ! — 
 
 And wisely, too. Such sadnesses make part 
 
 Of that equipment so important to every serious, 
 
 Thankful life. The memories born of those 
 
 " Not lost, but gone before," subdue the riotous blood 
 
 Born with primeval sin, and tend to make 
 
 Your living such, that when, in turn, you come to die. 
 
 Your memory will fragrant be to your posterity I 
 
 With Moody Ordway, father of your Club, 
 
 I will begin the list of your Necrology, 
 
 A man who had his own opinions, original in thought ; 
 
 He little cared for creeds of any sort. A sad infirmity 
 
 Precluded him from holding office in your Club. 
 
 His nurseries claimed his work and love ; his death 
 
 Was tragical, and at his house you organized. 
 
 Then honest Samuel Rogers, — the man 
 You made your president, — upright and firm. 
 Yet nervous and excitable withal. 
 
 That " old-school gentleman," who served you 
 As vice-president, comes next ; a farmer good, 
 A man most honorable was Thomas Ordw^^y. 
 
 (George Emery, your faithful secretary, in politics 
 A democrat, a zealous follower of John Knox ; 
 
24 GARDEN SAUCE. 
 
 His ways methodical did much to keep 
 Your record true and straight. 
 
 Charles Rogers, brother of your president, 
 
 Kind, but outspoken in his views, 
 
 Knew how to farm, beheved in cultivating clean. 
 
 Then Wingate Lane, one of the best of men, 
 Comes next ; solid and true, the Sunday found him 
 Always in his place at church. 
 
 Then Major Carr, — 
 The " Deacon," as you called him, — your good town officer ; 
 His pleasant voice and genial ways did make 
 Him ever welcome everywhere ; a trusted man and capable. 
 
 And then good Deacon Gardiner, whose courtesy and dignity 
 Reflected credit on your town and club. 
 
 Next Calvin Poore, so rough and ready, yet frank 
 And generous to a fault ; his fun was so contagious I 
 And how he hated what was small and mean. 
 
 Another Deacon, Hiraim Tozer, 
 For seven years your model secretary ; 
 He loved and made full many a joke. 
 In earlier days, a publisher and printer. 
 
 Then philosophic Gordon, a man of breadth, 
 
GARDEN SAUCE. 25 
 
 With a judicial mind ; he served you 
 
 On your school-board many years, 
 
 And was a member of the General Court. 
 
 A noted orchadist Leander Houghton was, 
 
 Who learned the painters' trade ; a quiet man, 
 
 With very pleasant ways. 
 
 Then Ira Blake, 
 Whose courage was proverbial ; he lost his life 
 By falhng from a bridge he helped to build. 
 John Plummer, deacon, an upright — 
 And a downright — man ; a strong lay-preacher 
 Of the Calvinistic school. 
 
 Then Amos Poore, 
 Who bore the good and ill God sent him 
 In a most mild and easy-going way. 
 Warm-hearted Deacon Davis, straight-forward 
 And impressive, next comes up in turn. 
 Samuel F. Merrill died, perhaps. 
 Because 'tis said " the good die young " ! 
 His uncle, Samuel Merrill, 
 Did what he did so well, that he deserved 
 To be successful, as he was. 
 
 Then Albert Ori^way, 
 Quaker, of the good old-fashioned sort, — 
 
26 GARDEN SAUCE. 
 
 That is, so far as one consumption claimed 
 
 So young can be old-fashioned. 
 
 Then the brave Major Isaac Boyd, who died 
 
 To help his country live, just as that country struck 
 
 The final and decisive blow ; 
 
 The soldier, whom your veterans have made immortal I 
 
 But taste and space forbid me to encroach 
 Upon your time much further ; already have the lines, 
 Which, at the first, I thought to compass in a page or two, 
 Outgrown that limit certainly a dozen times ; 
 And, with a word or two for those that follow, I conclude 
 With Perley Ordway, known to be an honest man ; 
 And Martin, who among you lived 
 So short a time ; a man intelligent. 
 - With Stephen Thurlow, excellent in every way. 
 And well informed ; 
 
 With Joshua Chase, who sailed the seas ; 
 With Osgood Brown, a man who loved hard work. 
 And was successful ; and, last, 
 
 With Edwin Noyes, who, making rather free with expletives. 
 Was yet decidedly good-hearted. 
 
 The list, comparatively short, is long enough. 
 And almost glibly spoken. And yet, when death 
 Has come to more or less of them I mention here. 
 
GARDEN SAUCE. 27 
 
 How has the Ught of joy, and hope, and happiness, 
 
 Gone out forever for those I know not of ! 
 
 Oh, what a universe of interest 
 
 Is each man's life to him and his. 
 
 When you and I, perchance, may look upon him 
 
 As empty, worthless, nothing ! A name. 
 
 To me of no especial worth, recalled, 
 
 May stir some heart down to its very depths. 
 
 The rushing flood of memories 
 
 May for the time o'erleap the barriers strong 
 
 Of worldly pride and selfishness, and hardening hearts 
 
 May tender grow, remembering what the loved one was 
 
 Or did. God lays a burden on most lives, — 
 
 Not all ahke, but yet not so unequal 
 
 As they sometimes seem ; you never know 
 
 Your neighbor's grief exactly nor he your own. 
 
 And this I feel, — so surely that I know, — 
 
 If God be good, his chastening hath a purpose good 
 
 For all who suffer by his hand. 
 
 All- wise and Infinite, he cannot err ; 
 
 The end is certain ! If God be love, his love 
 
 Exceedeth far all other love. So, if we trust 
 
 The dearest human friend we ever knew. 
 
 Oh, how much more should our reliance rest 
 
 Upon our Father, GOD, Omnipotent ! 
 
28 GARDEN SAUCE. 
 
 '■fil&giu^ 
 
 And now a moment, ere the prompter's bell 
 Begins to ring my metaphoric curtain down ; 
 
 One moment hear me, ere I say farewell. 
 And turn my back upon your pretty town. 
 
 Co-operation has a certain strength 
 
 That individual efforts always lack ; 
 United, hand to hand, at length 
 
 Mankind will rise and leave the beaten track, 
 That answered for their fathers well enough, 
 
 (As hfe in former years was understood, 
 When wants were simple and the ways were rough). 
 
 And learn the value of true brotherhood. 
 Great mental, moral and financial gain 
 
 Must come to those who live to see the time 
 When bonds fraternal through the world obtain, 
 
 And join their interests in every clime. 
 The middle-man must fail and disappear, 
 
 Because he finds his occupation gone ; 
 Producers and consumers, drawing near. 
 
 Will learn that mutual good of mutual help is born. 
 
GARDEN SAUCE. 29 
 
 But greater far the total of the sum 
 
 Of vakies which fraternity will bring, 
 When each to each like brothers freely come, 
 
 Assured of sympathy in everything. 
 Real kindliness and charity must thrive, 
 
 And men be better, wiser men. 
 While each to help his fellowman will strive. 
 
 And life be worth the living then. 
 
 And thus, you see, I compHment your Club, 
 
 Which I suppose fraternal in the main ; 
 With painful pleasure close ; but, here's the rub, — 
 
 Can I be sure you've had a pleasing Payne ? 
 
ni &mh\\% mmtp €M, 
 
 Preliminary Meeting for Organization, Dec 6, 1856, 
 
 Chairman, Samuel Rogers. 
 
 Secretary, Ben : Perley Poore. 
 
 President pro tempore, Moody Ordway. 
 
 FIRST REGULAR CLUB OFFICERS, 
 ELECTED DEC. 13, 1856. 
 
 President, Samuel Rogers. 
 
 Vice Presidents, Thomas S. Ordway, Stephen E, Noyes. 
 
 Secretary, George Emery.