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Following a good tradition, now firmly established, the Executive Committee had appointed Monday as Memorial Day. least once during each Reunion the members of the family are summoned to visit the last resting place of John More and Betty Taylor, where are the plain slabs of stone which John More quarried and lettered with his own hands, and the impos ing granite monument which his descendants have added as their token of affection. Memorial Service at John More Monument.

The exercises at the monument were held in the morning at 10 o'clock, and were begun with the singing of the National Anthem. The address, appropriate to the place and hour was by Samuel Wesley Marvin of New Rochelle, New York. Following the address Dr. James Henry More offered prayer, concluding with the benediction. Before the members of the family dispersed they gathered about the monument, and a photograph of the company was taken. Address at Monument by Samuel Wesley

Marvin.

We gathered here twenty years ago-our first Reunion-to dedicate the monument, and now at our fifth Reunion we here re

new our allegiance to the family tie which binds us with those who have passed on in loving memory and we the living representatives of the John More family pledge anew our loyalty.

In these days we need the strong and healthful influence of the true family spirit which made our forefathers what they were, which made this American Republic a free country, and which is the foundation of government by the people and for the pec ple.

Therefore I remind you older ones of the faith of our forefathers, of the sturdy virtues of the early times, and I pledge you younger ones to hold fast the love of free dom which is your inheritance to realize in your own lives, in this generation the truth and strength of family ties, of humar brotherhood and the inestimable value of a true democracy.

Our nation has reached a period in its development when the vast resources of the country and the wonderful achievements of science have substituted for the simple and rugged life of early times an era of unbounded prosperity.

Far be it from me to declaim after the manner of the demagogue against the accumulation of wealth. It is in the use of wealth as it is in the use of all things that the danger lies. Use is good and wholesome. Abuse is bad and degenerating. Activity of mind and body in the normal use of our energies and opportunities is good. Idleness, pleasure seeking, luxurious living are abuses, and bring evil consequences.

What we need as a nation, as a free people, is a revival of the wholesome wellbalanced lives of the man and woman who laid the foundations of this family. Not the "Simple Life." Simplicity is not everything. We cannot move the hands of time and bring back the simplicity and the hardships of pioneer days, but we can with loyalty and enthusiasm refuse the lure of luxury and the love of money. We can strive honestly and earnestly to achieve success in our various callings. We can by effort and frugality accumulate our share of this world's goods, but we need not sell ourselves as slaves to Mammon. We need not make pleasure the one thing needful.

I would like to preach a short sermon to these young men and women who are be ginning the serious period of their lives, and I take my text from the Gospel of Humanity, according to William Shakespeare: "To thine own self be true, and thence it follows as the night the day, thou can'st not then be false." Develop individual character, make of the God given spirit which is in you a power for good, in your own lives and in the lives of others. Believe in God, believe in yourself, believe in your neighbors, this is the Trinity of Faith and the true creed of Humanity. In the lives of the founders of this family we find this trus* of self reliance, of individual force. It is

yours, latent maybe, but if awakened and used it will make you successful.

This little company of men and women represents many communities throughout this broad land. Let us here at this monument, in this happy valley looking out on the fields where our forefathers toiled, looking up at the mountains which they saw and from which they gathered strengthabove all looking into the overarching sky with reverence and love, let us here and now highly resolve, that we will be true men and women, faithful to the family tie,

loyal to the great human brotherhood. Let us go back to our communities, to our homes with the baptism of the true religion-the love of God, in all purity of life and purpose, the love of man in all energy of service, so that in our several places we may be in line with the movement for the great Social Revolution which will proceed and give birth to the Golden Age of humanity.

The basis of that movement is the recognition of the family tie and from that the realization of the true brotherhood of man.

Memorial Service at Jay Gould Memorial

Church.

The continuation of the exercises of Memorial Day was, as in other years, in the form of a general gathering of the family in the Jay Gould Memorial Reformed Church. After the opening prayer, the President of the John More Association, Charles Church More, delivered the address of welcome.

Address of Welcome by President Charles Church More.

It is my privilege to welcome you to our fifth Reunion. It occurs to me while you are intensely interested in the present with greater hopes for the future, it would not be out of place for us to review the life of our ancestors to properly understand why we are what we are at present, and take courage to go forward to brighter attainments and greater usefulness in our day and generation, that the coming clansmen may at least recognize they have an ancestry.

It was my privilege to know John More and his sons and daughter and most of their children, personally, so far as my memory serves. They were capable, active in body and mind and nearly all living in this town. Were especially interested in each other in their social and material interest, not only as a large family but that good will and friendship extended to all about in ministering to their needs in adversity, and aiding to higher mental attainments, thus manifesting the brotherhood of man in working out a higher destiny. When I recall this, I do not wonder Sir Thomas More was in spired to consider the Utopian possibility of mankind. Can we so see it now? The More Family as I trace them ages before John. have a wonderful record in the history of the human family, one you should know and one worthy of research. I thank God he has made this clear to me and this name "More" can be traced back to the Christian era.

Can you for a moment recall the historical event of John More and Betty Taylor coming to this village clothed witn a most beautiful forest varied and useful, and the welcome given them by the denizens of the forest? Look it over now, how it has been transformed and beautifed!

They came on horseback following the Indian trail and made their home the best they could. You have followed the iron trail sped on swiftly by that wonderful steam power and iron horse over one of the best ballasted tracks in this country and enjoying the most approved means of transportation now in use and accessible from all points on this continent, which is iron-ribbed in every direction, waiting the command of not a few of those who claim the ancestral home we honor. How beautiful the surroundings here and for the time being a veritable paradise. How much we have to be thankful for and honor Him who

has made it possible to enhance our enjoy. ment in the hospitable homes to which we are welcome.

Could you be assured of a better welcome than the one I now voice on their behalf? Response to Address of Welcome by Clair E. More.

The response by Clair E. More, of Chicago, Ill., was full of thought and immensely appreciated. It is as follows:

We have been welcomed here so long and have enjoyed so much of your hospitality that we feel that this home of our forefathers is really our home. The pleasure which we have had and which is before us cannot be measured by simple words of praise. When you look in our faces and behold our countenances, and see everybody enjoying themselves in no place like they can at home, we want you who live here to believe, and believe truly, that we are at home. John and Betty More's children and their children's children are but one family going now into the seventh generation. We have been scattered. We are here reunited. The descendants of our ancestors are to be found almost everywhere.

We come here from far and near. We come here from the plains and the lands where the wild flowers grow. We come from the garden spots of the earth. We come from the lands where cities are created in the twinkling of a day. We come from the great hills and valleys of the West as well as from the East. We come from the land where the sun transforms the dewdrop into the diamond; sweetens the earth that we may have the fruits thereof; gives to the orange, peach and maize their golden hue; paints the foliage of the earth with beautiful and varied colors; transforms the seed into the flower, the beauty and fragrance of which is never forgotten, and after performing all these tasks, its rays penetrate the western slope and there deposits the particles of silver and gold that you may have riches, and then blushingly dips itself in the great ocean to come forth another morn to seek you and give you warmth and comfort. We come here from lands where the hearts of mankind are large, their courage unfaltering, and where the love of God, country and neighbor is in practice. We come here to this home where our ancestors came, to meet you and to greet you, and to say all the nice things we can to you and go away telling you how dearly we love you and love this old spot. How we love these old hills and mountains, these valleys, these love spots of our fathers and mothers, where they made merry and from all reports, where life was a joy and not a burden. We come here because this spot is memorable in the history of our family, to lay the wreath of undying love and affection for our ancestors upon their graves. We come here to make merry with you, to review and renew the days of our youth.

John and Betty More, when they settled

here were pioneers in this valley. They brought with them two little weans. They settled in this valley when there was little here but woods and rippling streams. These hills were covered with the evergreen, the tall hemlock, pine, maple, beech and birch, and the spreading chestnut and oak stood upon these hillsides and in the valley. God had made it a beautiful spot. There was something refreshing and strengthening about these hills, full of foliage, full of life, full of health. All of this was recognized by our grandmother. Roads were unknown in this valley at that time. Here they built their little log palace with its fireplace and its loft, its mud oven, its thatched roof. The

and womanhood. Not a child was lost. It was here that she, as the family physician, tended to all their little ails and illnesses, removed the splinter from the little hand or foot, rubbed their little tired limbs, tied up with some comforting salve the bruises; that she watched over them during the long nights by the light from the fireplace or pine knot candle, and gave them their doses of sassafras, senna or sage to cure the aches in their little stomachs. Here she held them by the fireside keeping them warm and comfortable when the chill of winter penetrated their little bodies. Here she watched them in their growth, imparting to them their moral and religious training. The

skin of the wild

beast was used on the walls and floors to keep out the winter's cold, and here they started to live. John and Betty More left Scotland because they belonged to the peasant class, and they had heard of this country of freedom. The method of living was crude. The deer which stalked in the woods, the rabbit, the bear, the pheasant, furnished their meat; the stream their fish; the maple their sugar. The maize from which they made their bread they ground, Indian fashion, in the mortar stones. Their clothing was made from the skins of wild animals, or from the wool carded into rolls, spun and woven into cloth, or from the flax hetcheled and made into cloth, all by our great grandmother. Their feet were covered with the moccasins. It was here that Betty More, the mother of eight children, reared them to manhood

Bible was their text-book, God was their guide. It was here that she recognized that her children under her influence, would grow into strong and unselfish manhood and womanhood, and that they would be true to the precepts that she might teach them. It was here she gave to them an inheritance of pure blood and grand physique which lasted them long beyond this three score and ten years, and many of them beyond the four score mark.

When John and Betty settled in this valley the country was about beginning its strife for liberty. Indians roamed through the forests; stealthily they crept and spied. They knew what the white man was doing. There came a time when these Indians thought of nothing but massacre in all its savage brutality. It has often been said that the only good Indian is a dead one, but

history tells us that there was one amongst the tribe that gave our ancestors warning. John and Betty with their three children started for safety, leaving all of their little possessions to be sacrificed. They were hurrying to civilization. I have witnessed such things and realize what it meant to them. Little did they know what moment an arrow might come from some tree and pierce them. Perhaps in all her anxiety Betty thought when little Sandy, then an infant and the first More born in this country, fell from her arms into the stream which they were fording that he had been slain by a savage brute.

The nerves of the father and mother were strained, but they gained civilization, peace was restored and they returned to their home.

Thirty years ago this winter, after several years of frontier life, I remember sitting upon my horse on the brow of one of the foothills of the Rocky Mountains. There were four of us. We had fought for days through a terrific winter's storm. We had frozen our fingers, our feet and our ears. We were chilled to the quick. We had been unable to build a fire for days. We had slept at night in our blankets on the open, snow-covered plains. We were nearly exhausted and suffering from hunger. Suddenly the great storm cloud broke and swept toward the east with all its fury. The sun, bright and large, was just setting behind the great mountains to our west, shooting its bright rays toward the east, and as the sun lowered itself and the mountain peaks penetrated its rays, we beheld the blue sky of heaven. The great storm cloud like an avalanche was sweeping onward. While wondering whether we should pursue our journey or roll up in our blankets, possibly forever, we looked toward the south, and there stood out in all its grandeur the spot which we were seeking. It seemed but a few moments to reach it, but it was many miles Looking up again, the red streamers from the sun's rays were getting higher, the blu sky broader and the stars began to shine Such a picture was never painted by man It was a picture made by God Almighty. It was the picture of the emblem of freedom. Our blood became more active, our hearts were given life and our courage renewed. Working as hard as we could, we fought through those cold blasts until nearly dawn before reaching our goal. This was the climax of my pioneer days, but from the experiences of those years one may be permitted to imagine the early days of our ancestors.

I remember about a year ago visiting a very dear cousin in the west. She is now past four score years, and is one of those dear souls that everybody must love, and as she briefly related the trials and tribulattions that she and her husband went through in the early days of the western country, teaching the gospel and being the advance agents of God in the wild frontiers, it brought to my mind more vividly than

anything else what must have been the early days of John and Betty More.

Our mothers, and our fathers' mothers, we are proud of. They fought the battle bravely, they have been true and loyal. They have watched the growth of their offspring, they have given all of us pure thoughts; they have taught us the way of right living; they have made us know that there is a God, and heaven, and that we must be true to our God and country, and that we are to be loyal and charitable to our neighbors. While mother lives there is a feeling that she carries our moral responsibility. When a wrong is done, she tells us that it breaks her heart. It is then that we feel the great responsibility of life, and we finally seek that mother and ask for and receive forgiveness. When she is gone forever and we have nobody to confide in and the responsibility rests upon us alone, then we think it is a great burden. Mother is ever with us, if not bodily, in spirit, and thus I say that while our fathers were noble men, and we owe much to them for their great courage in life, for their great character, and for what they have done for the world, we owe much more to our mothers. our fathers' mothers and our grandfathers' mothers for everything which we have inherited from them.

When the mother kisses the boy and puts him to bed and kneels beside him in prayer, the child is happy. When he has been naughty and has been chastised and she sends him to bed alone, how quickly he comes back for that mother's love. It is the mother's love instilled in the child that makes great men and great women. It was a mother's love and devotion instilled in a little lad not six years old that made a great man. It was her love and devotion instilled in this lad in his days of infancy and the kiss and admonition which she gave to him as he was lifted up beside her when she lay upon her bed of death in her home upon these hillsides, and to which he was ever true, that helped him to grow up to be a great man while yet a boy. He did a man's work, thought men's thoughts and mastered great enterprises while yet a youth. He could see into the future. He made it possible to communicate with our friends in all parts of the world as if by lightning. He made it possible to reach this spot with comfort. He made this reunion possible. He was always true to his mother's teachings and ever cherished his mother's words of love. The world owes much to him.

We have had very great men in our clan, and we have great men in our clan. We have the professor of different kinds, professors who rummage in the old and antiquated languages and tell us and our children that but to know them is to live; professors who dig into the earth and mountains and find fossils and mastodons and tell us how much older they are than the earth, and to have known them alive would be our destruction; we have the professors