The two hundredth anniversary of the settlement of Haddonfield, New Jersey : celebrated October eighteenth, nineteen hundred and thirteen . iration and which they have adorned with the colorsof their fancy. Each investigator must be impressed with the determinationand wonderful perseverance of one who at an early age selected her path and 31 THE TWO HUNDREDTH ANNIVERSARY never deviated from it. Few annals provide such an incentive to reasonablemen and women to do the simple things well, to meet difficulties, stand upunder responsibilities and to get the best results from their chosen task. Yea
The two hundredth anniversary of the settlement of Haddonfield, New Jersey : celebrated October eighteenth, nineteen hundred and thirteen . iration and which they have adorned with the colorsof their fancy. Each investigator must be impressed with the determinationand wonderful perseverance of one who at an early age selected her path and 31 THE TWO HUNDREDTH ANNIVERSARY never deviated from it. Few annals provide such an incentive to reasonablemen and women to do the simple things well, to meet difficulties, stand upunder responsibilities and to get the best results from their chosen task. Year after year the cherished mahogany and china, associated with Eliza-beth Haddon, appear to increase! We name our blue-eyed children withEnglish roses glowing in their cheeks, Elizabeth, but does her spirit go marchingon? Are we pioneers? Does her life give us the example to dare, to blaze newtrails and to push forward to the accomplishment of high tasks and lofty ideals? Others I doubt not, if not issue of our toils shall see;And (they forgotten and unknown)Young children gather as their ownThe harvest that the dead had QWZ P ?J 1^ p «W 2 < ^w -^ ^ J3 W en < °N 8 MO o so a SETTLEMENT OF HADDONFIELD ELIZABETH HADDON. An Original Poem By Rebecca Nicholson Taylor. How well to turn aside to-day,To cease our going to and fro,To put our busy cares away,And take a look at long ago. Across two centuries of years,We backward gaze with eager eyes;A vision from the Past see a gracious form arise. So young, so brave, so true a maid;Within her soul the call was clear;Upon her slender shoulders laidA burden that a man might fear. How wide the sea that she must sail!The last farewells, how hard to say!How rough the waves! the ship how frail!How long and weary was the way! rude wilderness she broughtThe gentleness of womans tenderness of womans thought,A womans heart of prayer and praise. Twofold the aim of her desire,A home in a far distant la
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