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1796 Western Reserve Centennial Souvenir 1896
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1796 Western Reserve Centennial Souvenir 1896

Copyright, 1896,


H. U. Johnson


Inscription                                                                           Page 5

Dedication                                                                           Page 7

Sentiment                                                                            Page 10

Western Reserve Centennial                                               Page 11

Greeting                                                                               Page 32

Pioneer Mothers                                                                  Page 38

Sixty Years a Bride                                                             Page 45

My First Suit of Broadcloth                                                 Page 49

The Western Reserve                                                          Page 51

Counties and Towns                                                            Page 58

Prominent Officials                                                             Page 64

Some First Events                                                               Page 66

Reminiscences and Anecdotes                                            Page 73

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The penchant still I hold

Of falling into rhyming;

Again I pray you, do not scold,

For words will come a-chiming,

And I would let our children know

Something about their fathers;

Would them of their triumphs show,

Their trials, tramps and bothers.


Those children are to manhood grown,

Grandparents of us making,

So ‘twon’t be long, as life has shown;

Till we shall be a-shaking;

Aye and soon we’ll have a golden wed,

I’ll quit my diatribing,

And show I have a “level head”

By you in prose inscribing.



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Dear Reader’s Young ----

“In day lang syne,”

As in the book tis written,

There was a man, as I opine,

By “western fever” smitten,

And so he bade his friends adieu;

With wife and nephew, chattel,

He journied a new land to view;

When there he made things rattle,

For soon his flocks, and herds, and kine,

“A thousand hills did cover,”

And tho’ he worshiped at God’s shrine,

Wealth did around him hover.

That land! It was a goodly land,

It “flowed with milk and honey:”

But all his children bear one brand,

‘Tis that of “making money.”

Since that first emigrant of earth,

“Go west” has been the struggle;

It has high purpose given birth

And many a scheming juggle;

From it have grandest efforts sprung,

Of it been born great nations; 

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Of it have poets often sung

And marked its brightest stations;

To it the Saxons owe their fame,

The Angles, nervy mettle;

The witty Celts it set aflame,

The Emerald Isle to settle;

It gave Columbus to the world,

The Pilgrim it incited;

It caused the “starry flag” unfurled,

Had better ways invited

Long ere The Tribune founded was,

Or wrote his maxim, Greeley,

Which took the people all a-pause

As quite a new thing really;

And lo ! earth’s teeming millions now,

From pole to the equator,

Are studying to know just how

They’ll find a West that’s greater.

‘Twill be in vain, for years ago

There came with scanty larder

A band of emigrants, you know,

Into one Conneaut Harbor.

They spread themselves along the lake,

Back to Mahoning Valley,

And when they once had stuck their stake

The world did to them rally;

And so, as on Mt. Pisgah’s top,

Around them oaks of Morah,

They did in “Land of Promise” stop, --

There lifted up “Old Glory.”

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Their sons and daughters forth have gone

To earth’s remotest border,

And everywhere are looked upon

As being just in order;

Their bearing and their every word

Reveal their parent’s standing,

And only good of them is heard

Wherever they are landing.

Now “going west” is North or South,

To countries Oriental,

And he who openeth his mouth

Must do it sentimental;

And you, their children, must preserve

For aye your parent’s standing

And Ever honor the Reserve –

This is the last commanding.

And now I dedicate to you

This book their deeds reviewing.

And ask that you the base eschew,

Like them, ne’er go a-Jewing.

                                                            H. U. Johnson.

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Would you encomium extend

To any people, nation,

Which shall the highest worth protend

In every broad relation,

Be these the words that mark your choice,

For they will live supernal:

“In policy do not rejoice;

Hold principle eternal.”

This Sentiment, with pride, we claim

Our fathers did observe,

And, hence, the ever-growing fame



May 20, 1896



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Come, all ye sturdy, earnest sons of toil

Who shove the plane or cultivate the soil,

Who brave the furnace flame or draw the steel,

Who wield the sledge or ply arts mercantile,

Who plead the law or Esculapian ride,

Who mould or fashion in the arts with pride,

Who on old Erie set the spreading sail,

Or guide the iron steed along the rail,

Who “how to shoot” the “young ideas teach,”

Or from the pulpit a pure Gospel preach;

Come, ye who make our homes with earnest care

And do life’s heavy burdens with us share,

Who guide in virtue’s path fair childhood’s feet,

Or by the languid couch keep vigils sweet,

Come, listen to my talk while I relate

The deeds of those we well may imitate

In exercise of mind, of soul, of nerve,

Men who wrought out this grand Western Reserve.

Yes, wrought it from the somber realm of game,

Where lingers still full many an Indian name

In river, sunny lake or reclaimed fen,

Recalling oft a wily race of men,

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Which we have learned, but learned, alas! Too late,

Were well deserving of a better fate.

In Conneaut behold their “many fish,”

The same in Ashtabula: and I wish

To say Geauga as “raccoon” did sport,

Whilst “crooked” ran Cuyahoga to the port;

Mahoning swept along a sunny “lick,”

And “biting,” ”sharp” was in Kinnikanik;

Sandusky, “water with water” rolls;

With “open mouth” the Tuscarawas shoals;

Whilst bright Lake Erie ever purrs “a cat,”

The Pymatuning flows “slow,” “sluggish,” “flat;”

The Chippewa, with “widespread” as a dower,

Beheld the Massasauga “robbed of power.”

Here danced and hunted through the ages long,

Making night merry with their simple song,

The Erie, Huron, Seneca, with joy,

Till came with whoop the war-like Iroquois;

The peaceful tribes they quickly swept away,

Nor long could these before the pale face stay.

We call their names, they list not to the sound,

But game pursue in “spirit hunting ground,”

And we with thoughts a-tune, right glad return

To speak of those towards whom our fond hearts yearn.


Our natal day one hundred years ago,

First saw those men, their spirits all aglow,

Not as a great and overawing throng.

But numbering only half a hundred strong

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With two fair women-one a babe in arms,

As if to add to nature’s summer charms,

Moor their frail bark in an inviting cove,

Their Independence spend in wild-wood grove

Where now a busy city well invites

To the enjoyment of life’s dearest rights.

As truest of America’s brave sons,

They fire salute in sixteen booming guns;

The President, their own loved State, they toast,

And other things of which they well might boast,

Each mingling with his “something strong to take,”

In pledging these, pure water from the lake.

They there Fort Independence reared,

And then amid the solitude they cheered;

A fitting birth for heritage so grand,

Soon to rank high in this most favored land.


Those sons of old Connecticut who came,

Most worthy all to be preserved in name,

Were Cleveland, leader, “Forest City” famed,

And Stow, who right to dish provisions claimed;

Then Porter, Warren, Spafford, Holly, Pease,

With Stoddard, took the bearings and degrees;

T. Shepard, doctor, bled them o’er and o’er,

Whilst Tinker, boatman, labored for the shore;

Then McIntyre, and Proudfoot, Forbes and Gray,

With Hungerford, Atwater, Benton lay

Next Sawtel, Barber and E. Gunn and wife;

And Mason, Coffin, Davenport are rife

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With Agnew, Benham and two Ayers and Hall;

Hall, Goodin, Harris, Wilcox, Dunham call

Till Shepard, Beard and Bryant we behold;

Then Munson, Landon, Hamilton are told,

As Rice, Lock, Halket, Stiles and wife are shown

Alongside Parker, Morley, Barnes and Doan;

With Shirley, Burbank, then the list is run,

Excepting one sweet babe – a little Gunn.


Those sturdy men with compass, ax and chain

Proceeded to stake off the fair domain,

Later o’er which the name of TRUMBULL fell,

Name ever honored, East and West as well.

Then soon there came from off New England hills,

From out her vales, those men of iron wills,

Those women with a patriotic zeal

That argued much for a great nation’s weal;

Brave children they, born ‘mid the surging flood

That had baptized their parentage in blood.


They came not as in palace cars to-day,

But in ox-carts they took their winding way;

Through forest deep in wagons covered o’er,

Or in rough barge along Lake Erie’s shore.

On horseback oft a mother, child in arms,

Wound her lone way ‘mid vales and mountain charms;

And westward many a brave husband bound

Paid freightage on his young wife by the pound;

Whilst he along with knapsack e’er did stalk,

‘Twas stipulated she up hill should walk

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All this was after parting prayers were said,

For “going west” was numbering with the dead.

Thus crept for weeks those worthy pioneers,

Whose deeds make redolent the flight of years.

They came to toils, to deprivations meet,

Their parent’s deeds ‘twas theirs to well repeat.


At Conneaut, Cleveland, Mentor on the lake,

And Youngstown on Mahoning, first did make

Those study men their mark, soon seen to bear

Rich fruitage of their earnest, manly care

In homes, in roads, in school and church as well,

But of whose trials we can little tell.


Behold amid the forest circling smoke,

Then listen to the woodman’s vig’rous stroke;

The sun peeps in to kiss the virgin soil,

Then comes the harvest as reward of toil.

Next we espy the “stump” to “mortar” burned,

In which, with “pestle,” “winnowed” grain is churned,


And deftly from it, wives the rude flour take

Which soon from embers comes a well-baked cake.

O luscious meal, with venison well bestrewn,

And steaming tea from sassafras new hewn;

For every man a hunter must become,

And forest furnished better drink than rum.

But when at length a millwright came to stay,

It was to settlers most auspicious day,

For then might husband with his grain a-back

Go traveling weary miles by ax-blazed track,

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And after waiting long, return with power

His wife to please in “shorts” and “bolted flour,”

But later on, a horse’s back astride,

The growing boy on “grist” was made to ride –

‘Twas years before the “roller process” came

And stripped the “burr stone” of its honest fame.


The early “camp” gave place to better home,

But not of marble or with modern dome.

Twas built of logs with “saddle” fitting “back;”

A broad stone “hat,” a chimney built a-stack;

A “clapboard” roof by “weightpoles” loaded down,

With “knees” between and comb well set a-crown.

The walls were “chinked and daubed” to clear of holes;

Within were bedsteads made of forest poles,

The cord well tightened with the rude “bed wench,”

For too aesthetic was name of “wrench.”

The trundle bed, beneath, came very soon,

With half a dozen children “lying spoon;”

In rude loft some, two at the parents’ feet,

With babe between made family complete.

To light, a log was cleft; for window pane

Was paper tacked, with bear’s grease all a-stain;

On shelf were “pewter platters,” dishes wood,

With “blue edge” later, be it understood.


In those old homes were found these comforts rare:

The deer skin trunk, the old splint bottomed chair;

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And dainty keepsakes from the mothers East,

On which their daughters West their eyes might feast.

The open fireplace with its “stone back-wall,”

“Crane,” “trammel pole,” “hooks,” “kittles” large and small,

“Handirons” quaint, and “roaring hick’ry fire,”

Whose genial light did family inspire.

There mother knit and father axhelves made,

The children read and merry “blindfold” played;

The house cat purred and wound their feet around,

And in his dreams, the dog seemed hunting bound.


With one lone room for kitchen, parlor, bed,

“How did they e’er retire?” it may be said,

“Especially when company they had

made up of buxom lass and merry lad!”

‘Twas a fine art; some going out around,

On coming back, those left, in bed were found

With heads all covered up in snowy sheet;

And then did someone else the act repeat,

‘Til last the father covered up the fire,

And did himself unto his couch retire.


We travel now along our iron roads

In palace cars, on motor overloads,

Nor dream of oft “blazed trees” that told the way

To wanderers through the forests of that day;

But “bridle paths” gave way to “corduroy,”

Whose joltings wakened ne’er a note of joy,


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‘Til “State” and “County” roads were well surveyed,

And here and there a “turn-pike” even, laid,

O’er which were brought from Pittsburgh, far away,

Those comforts that began to mark the day

“Store keepers” came the villages among,

From “joists” above, their pails and kettles hung,

Placed calicoes and cambrics on their shelves—

Bade women come and better clothe themselves.


With notions founded on New England plan,

We need not wonder most to learning ran,

And soon it was from young Sandusky town

To distant Poland, thirsting for renown,

A constant call for schools went up amain,

Tho’ small the means with which them to sustain;

But where there was a will there was a way,

And those old heroes knew no “lack-a-day.”

They met in cabin home, in leafy grove,

And with the problem manfully they strove.

The structures reared were of the rudest kind,

But in them blossomed many a youthful mind.

Tho’ books were scarce, the birch was ever there

And with its music filled the school day air,

As taken from its pegs and deftly swung

Upon the back, it mouths wide open flung.


Examinations orally were heard;

Test:--“rule of three,” reading and spelling bird.

If safely passed was this severe ordeal,

Certificate to teach was certain weal.

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Of sal’ries now despairingly we speak;

Good wages then were shillings five a week,

And with them certain chance of “boarding ‘round,”

And pleasures ever with it to be found.

You smile and ask, “what progress there was made?”

Go ask a Ranney, Spaulding, Hutchins, Slade,

A Spencer, Leggett, Burrows, Armstrong, Day,

Or Sutliff, Ford, Payne, Pease, Monroe, Northway;

Go ask the men who’ve helped to move the world.

They answer: “There were intellects unfurled.”

Tho’ prate we much of modern school reform,

Some methods old, will long out-ride the storm;

But chopping wood, drawn “sled-length” to the door,

Rejoice we, marks curriculum no more.


If learning is unto religion twin,

Then none too soon did those old schools begin,

For early came one Badger, bearing high

The simple cross—the banner of the sky;

And following soon, came others in his wake

For Calvary at once Reserve to take,

And strange phenomena were soon at work,

For people fell with features, limbs a-jerk.

But pass we these; a sense of moral truth

Had been an heirloom from the people’s youth,

And glad they turned to place of song and prayer,

And sought religious consolations there.

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In simple garb with shoes held well in hand,

Each Sabbath found them at some Gospel stand,

Ere reaching which, they sought secluded place

And clothed their feet in well-pegged cowhide grace:

Twas simple faith, in gospel sandals shod,

That thus they plodded to the house of God.

They sang their hymns while yet no choir was near;

Their shouts went up in hallelujahs clear

From cabin, barn or grove, from temples quaint,

And Heaven rejoiced in many a new-born saint;

Homes were made happy and a purer tone

Was index of approaches near the Throne;

And in those fervid efforts of the past,

Much of success in our church work was cast.

Those were the days of living faith in God,

Full emphasized by the well-seasoned rod,

For in the home the children learned respect;

If wayward deemed, soon were they switched correct.

In schools, tho’ rude, were manners strictly taught,

With “Yes, Sir,” “No, Ma’am,” “bows,” and “court’sies” fraught.

We smile apace, and maybe jeer, but then

Our modern plans produce no truer men.


Those olden times were days of earnest knocks

With “varmints:” bears, wild cats and wily fox.

Most thrilling tales first pioneers recount

Of mighty struggles with the catamount;

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Of long nights spent amid the branches “treed,”

Whilst howling wolves looked up with hungry greed.

Brutes, these, with gleaming eyes, were wont at night

To come and set the people all afright;

To prey on bleating flock, on piggies’ sty,

Hence these were built unto the cabin nigh,

And well the faithful watch-dog’s ready ear

Caught every sound; his howl told danger near;

Then fire brand hurled amid the hungry pack,

With drooping tails, would send them sneaking back.

When settlements more numerous had grown,

To forest game was a new tactics shown.

With dogs and guns from many miles away,

Men came to hold a hunters’ gala day:

In well-formed line a forest they surround;

With whoop and yelp its arches soon resound,

As on they press at central point to meet;

By breaking through, alone, could game retreat.

Fell then the wolf, the bear, the antlered deer,

When, rising high o’er all, went cheer on cheer

As counting horn, and scalp, and swinging tail,

Revealed the fact of which side did prevail—

As to some home agreed they took their way

To feast, to dance to some weird minstrel’s lay.

Thus passed wild game away till hunters wail;

Cause:--Law protects the squirrel and the quail.

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With nerves a-strung, a telegram we wait,

On which is hanging some momentous fate,

Nor heed those times when men knew not, you know,

From whence it is lightnings come and go—

Our Edison had not dame nature probed,

Nor as the “wizard” been as yet enrobed.

Those were the days when was a quarter due

On every letter which the mail went through,

For Uncle Sam was an indulgent man,

And ran his mails upon a credit plan;

A quarter e’er was charged against each name,

Prepaying had not then become his game.

From friends “back East,” all letters first were brought

By him who in the West a new home sought,

And weeks oft passed, dear, longing hearts a-burn,

With missive written, waiting his return;

For quarters were deplorably few,

Of which than pioneers none better knew.

When first mail service sought the wild Reserve,

‘Twas borne on shoulder of some man of nerve

In weekly round from Lake to Valley town,

Or in canoe some river’s course adown;

Then oftener came some increasing “bag,”

With “post boy” perched upon an ambling nag:

Next came the mail coach with its pondrous “boot,”

The driver perched aloft, his horn a-toot,

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Who once a day set villagers a-gaze

Along their streets with his “Jehu” displays.

‘Twas when that postage dropped unto a dime,

And mails came in on the exactest time.

But Jehu’s now would be too slow a coach,

Indeed, the lightening’s lag we often times reproach,

Two penny postage savagely assail,

And grumble at the tardy “Great White mail;”

Our children e’en are loading Uncle Sam,

The missives theirs his “ouches” set a-jamb.


“All men created equal are, “ tis said,

Effulgent light which richly here was shed,

And early men began that right to claim,

So unto others would accord the same.

They queried not of color, race or clime:

Theirs was a trust in right, earnest, sublime.

Soon East and West, from North to South they knew,

Tho’ sparse the homes, the men in numbers few,

That the Reserve was panoplied for fright

On every line of questioned human right.

Men read, men thought, men questioned o’er and o’er,

Each topic scanned, nor turned it from the door,

Until all came right quickly to observe

Of some new thought, “That hails from the Reserve.”

Her men rose up in Congress in their might,

And there engaged in many a Titan fight:

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One overborne and put upon the rack,

Was homeward sent—more hurriedly sent back,

And all the land was made at once to feel

That the Reserve bows not to bigot zeal.


To the Reserve preeminently came

From baying hound, as runs the panting game,

Poor Afric’s sons from slavery’s galling chain,

With purpose laid their freedom to obtain

In the far North, tho’ cold its winds might blow,

Rather than delve ‘mid cotton fields of snow,

For well they knew if only this they found,

A trip was sure, on railroad underground,

From Dixie’s woes to Canada’s near shore

Where they should dread the stinging lash no more.

The “white pine” waves, the “North star” shines above,

Now useless both as harbingers a-dove;

And “agents,” “passengers,” “conductors” are

Fast sweeping through the gates that stand ajar;

But Milan back, Sandusky on the bay,

With Fitchville, Brownhelm, Wellington, the gay,

Then Oberlin, with well-earned college fame,

And Lodi, Cleveland, with “Blue Jug” acclaim,

Ravenna, Chardon, Painesville, Fairport old,

Bright Warren, Bloomfield, Austinburg, the bold,

And Youngstown, Hubbard, Hartford, Vernon, too,

Wayne, Jefferson, and Ashtabula true,

With many another town along the shore,

As “stations” will the future long encore.

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Synonym heroic centuries has been

Thermopylae; of Waterloo the din

Has heralded Napoleonic fall.

No deeds like these to annals ours recall;

Leonidas nor Wellingtons we claim,

Yet have we men, deeds, not unknown to fame.

“We’ve met the enemy and they are ours,”

Has in it much of stimulating powers,

And full recalls that most auspicious day

When Perry moored his prize in Put-in-Bay.

So whipped their fleet, from British did preserve

The Pioneers along the whole Reserve.


Tho’ no famed battlefields we boast,

For freedom well we’ve fought, a conquering host

On rostrum, in the pulpit, with the pen,

At ballot box, invincible; and then,

With arms a-shoulder, did our brave boys march

To test, with thousands more, the rebel starch

At Winchester, Antietam and Bull Run,

At Corinth, Shiloh—battles lost and won;

At Vicksburg’s fall, at Gettysburg, aglee

Our braves, then off with Sherman to the sea.

On march, in camp, on many a fleet aboard,

Their marks were made, and well can we afford

The meed of praise, nor will them e’er forget,

Tho’ humble some, and some with stars beset.

To them, on village green, in resting place revered,

In city park, the marble shaft is reared;

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And in the annals of those stirring days,

In stately prose and in poetic lays

Their names are well embalmed for years to come;

Aye, in their praise our lips shall ne’er be dumb

Whilst Johnson’s Isle rests in Sandusky Bay,

Where they to sleep did erring brothers lay.


Nor these alone: wives, mothers, daughters fair

Shall in these blood-bought honors hold a share.

Like women in the days of Bunker Hill

And Valley Forge, so would not ours be still.

In country homes, in village, city, there

They met, and deftly did their stores prepare

Of bandage, lint, of comforts for the sick;

And when the clouds still darker grew and thick,

In Forest City, loyal to the core,

Wide open flew their own hospital door;

There many a maimed, sick, patriotic boy,

Was nursed to health in sweet angelic joy;

Or when the spirit from its home had sped,

His eyes were closed, tears sympathetic shed

By those who no Helenic caprice knew,

But unto kindred, country, flag, were true.


Our soil, tho’ not the richest, ranks as fair,

We’ve water pure, and every kind of air;

Sometimes ‘tis pinching, even piercing cold,

But realms are scarce where people grow so old;

Tho’ we no scenery boast sublimely grand,

Still many a gem is found on every hand;

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No meager view is Erie’s glittering sheen,

Fair “Little Mountain’s” groves, and vales between;

“The Ledges,” Nelson’s pride, Chagrin’s rock walls,

Old Brady’s Lake, unique Cuyahoga Falls,

Sweet Put-in-Bay and Isles that near her lie,

And over all stars bright as in the sky,

Are ours, and people come afar to spend

Their summers here, amid our charms to wend;

Bathe at Vermillion, and at Lakeside speak,

Row from our “parks,” our grove seclusion seek;

Discuss things solid, sometimes even grave,

Again, like mermaids, cut the rippling wave,

Whilst snowy tents show Erie all a-lined,

As shall her cities when in one combined.


We lie, like Palestine, the lands between;

All eyes turn to behold old Erie’s sheen,

As haste the myriads her shore along,

Not like the old-time camel burd’ning throng,

Without one wish the Great Sea to admire,

Tho’ dotted o’er with fleets of Sidon, Tyre,

All ivory ladened or with Ophir’s gold,

The price of men and maidens bought and sold,

But borne on sweeping train from East to West

Eastward from West again, all, all in quest

Of nature’s grandeurs, mines of hidden wealth,

Of knowledge quaint, of happiness and health.

They see our fleets of ore, of diamonds black,

Note well the forward move, no step a-back.

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As David’s was, so are our treas’ries filled;

Like his, our men in every art are skilled.

This truth sublime we may not e’en discard,

So sweetly sung by Israel’s psalmist bard,

As swept his fingers o’er the lyre in hand,

“God hath not dealt so with another land.”


In ledgers old some curious things appear,

Reversing much that we think cheap or dear:

‘Twas shillings six for calico, you see;

A dollar only bought an average tea;

Strong men went toiling through the live-long day,

For which a wheaten bushel was the pay,

And this was on the market shillings three,

No heavy wages any crank can see.

Of ten hour system then there was no thought;

From early dawn till setting sun they wrought.

Whiskey! A shilling was the standing price,

And long the time before it took a rise;

A woman washed for but two cents an hour,

‘Twas just the same if she did scrub and scour.

Five cents for butter, three for dozen eggs,

A “bit” for shoats when taken on the legs.

A marriage license was the same as now,

Paid for in coon skins—well, most anyhow:

To learn the marriage fee, we have little means,

Yet know the parson often took his pay in beans.

We little ken the “crooks and turns” they made,

The curious “boots” in getting up a trade.

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But this we know, from all the tales that come,

Without complaint they wrought to get a “hum;”

Ne’er “broke their nose,” or anything the like,

To spite their face, or “went out on a strike.”


One hundred years! The hut, palatial home;

The humble fane, the heavenward pointing dome;

The corncrib into early schoolroom wrought,

In noble structures now our children taught;

The forest dark, wild hunters, golden grain;

Desires few, ambition’s hight attain!

Roads corduroy, then railroad after pike,

The cart, the palace car, the whizzing bike;

The sickle keen, the “Buckeye” sweeping “reels,”

The old hand rake, the “spring tooth” run on wheels

The ancient flail, the “separator” grand,

The “shredder” against husking corn by hand;

The wooden mould board and the wheel plow change,

The old tin oven and the “Garland” range;

The plain “Surtout,” the “waist coat” not eschewed,

The “cutaway” and fashions a la dude;

The “Tuscan bonnet” and the high plumed hat,

The five yard dress and sleeves with more than that;

The oaken tan, the logwood’s deeper hue,

Rich “Diamond dyes” and colors ever new;

The old lard lamp, the mother’s tallow dip,

The jaunty gas jet and the lightning’s zip;

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Most frugal fare, viands from every land,

Pure, simple tastes and fashions that expand;

A credit reign, era of little trust;

A people’s way, “bosses” upon them thrust;

“The laying by in store” for church’s use,

The “night cap social” and such like excuse,

Marking the changes in the minds of all

As touching doctrines once laid down by Paul;

To labor trained, for speculation drilled;

Pure, simple tastes, with airy castles filled;

The doctor’s lance, great doses calomel,

Paine’s Celery Compound, Christian Science—well

A thousand things we every day behold

That draw the line between the new and old.

We choose the now nor deprecate the then

With all its grand old-fashioned women, men.


Then let us gladly all our tongues attune,

And with the hopes of other years commune.

In simple earnest zeal, hearts all aglow,

Come sing, “Praise God from whom all blessings flow,”

And as we scan this heritage of ours,

Reap the rich blessings it upon us showers,

And as a future brighter still appears,

Send heavenward our three times three of cheers;

Our vows of loyalty again renew,

As triumphs past rise in a grand review—

The triumphs of a hundred fleeting years,

Most nobly won by parent Pioneers

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And may our children’s children live to see

The closing a second century,

Which from the highest honor knew no swerve;

‘Such be thy crown for aye, WESTERN RESERVE.

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