in agriculture and in manufactures America already leads the civilized world. France with her sunny skies and fertile plains, requires 160 years to grow two Frenchmen where one grew before. Great Britain whose rate of increase is greater than that of any other European nation, takes 70 years to double her population. The Republic has repeatedly doubled hers in 25 years. Truly the Republic is the Minerva of Nations, full armed she has sprung from the brow of Jupiter Britain. The 13 millions of America in 1830 have how increased to more than 60 millions-more English speaking people than exist in all the world besides, more than in the United Kingdom, and all her colonies, even though the latter were doubled in population.

In 1850 the total wealth of the United States was less than 9,000 millions of dollars, while that of Great Britain exceeded 22,500 millions. In 1882 the golden load of the monarchy was 43,600 millions. In the census of 1880, two years before, the wealth of the United States was placed at 48,950 millions. And this is not altogether due to the enormous agricultural resources of the United States; it is largely attributable to her manufacturing industries, for as all the world does not know, the United States, and not Great Britain, is also the greatest manufacturing country.

In the savings of nations the United States comes first, exceeding the United Kingdom by 280 millions of dollars and France by 350 millions.

In shipping the Republic ranks next the world's carrier, Britain; but the internal commerce of the United States, her carrying power on land, exceeds the entire foreign commerce of Great Britain and Ireland, France, Germany, Russia, Holland, Austria, Hungary and Belgium combined.

The Pennsylvania RR. system transports more tonnage than all the merchant ships of Great Britain. In military and naval

power

the Republic is at once the weakest and the strongest of all nations. Her regular army consists of but 25,000 men, stationed all over the country, in companies of 50 or 100. Her navy amounts to scarcely anything, in comparison to the navies of other nations. But during the Civil War she called in action more than 2,000,000 of armed men, and floated 626 war ships.

Of more importance than her commercial and military strength, is the Republic's commanding position in intellectual activities. She excels in the number of her schools and colleges, in the number and extent of her libraries, and in the number of her newspapers and other periodical publications.

No other people have devised so many labor-saving machines and appliances. The

first commercially successful steamboat navigated the Hudson, and the first steamship to cross the Atlantic sailed under the American flag, and from an American port. It was an American who first discovered the identity of lightning and electricity, an American who devised the best and most widely known system of telegraphy, and an American who bound together the old and the new world with electric chains. 130,000 miles of railroad, more than in the whole of Europe, traverse our country in all directions, while 760,000 miles of telegraph, enough to put 30 girdles around the earth, establish instant communication from centre to circumference of our land. Oh! My country men! Should we not always feel and act an honest pride in our Americanism? There is not in all historic time a grander record than that of the United States. And should we not, as the descendants and successors of the brave men, who fought, and suffered and died here upon these grounds, who gave their life's blood in order that such an Americanism might be possible and that we might inherit the promise, should we not always delight in showing respect and honors to their memories, and in commemorating their sacrifices? To us the 3d and the 4th of July should be forever bound together by the same chain of patriotic gratitude and reverence. When we cease to remember the sacrifices of our ancestry on this soil, then will the sources of our patriotism be tried up, and the foundation of our citizenship will totter. On commemorations such as this throughout the length and breadth of this great land depend in a large degree on the stability of our institutions, and the purity of our national well springs. May the blighting influence of forgetfulness and ingratitude never reach the soil made sacred by the battle and the massacre of Wyoming. The secretary read a letter of regret from Dr. H. Hollister, of Scranton, be in which said: "Death and disease is melting away our numbers, but I trust it may be long before the commemoration of the sad day we observe will be forgotten by the patriotic sons of Wyoming. As long as the Susquehanna shall wash the banks of the valley in its tranquil mood, may the day be remembered and set apart to recall its earliest trials and massacre. Accept the regrets of your palsied friend for his absence upon this occasion."

Secretary Johnson supplemented the letter with brief remarks, after which Col. Frank Stewart, of Berwick, whom Col. Dorrance introduced as a descendant of the brave Lazarus Stewart, made a stirring address, from which the following matter is extracted:

We have come here in the performance of

a deep obligation we owe to the memory of the little Trojan band of 300 whose hearts knew no fear and whose exploits, bravery and genuine heroism, not only form the brightest page of Wyoming history but challenges the world for its equale. This mausoleum belongs to us, it contains blood of our blood, flesh of our flesh, bone of our bone, and to us and our posterity, and their posterity and to posterity yet unborn it will descend and as the billowy tide of time rolls on, it will brighten and brighten and command higher and higher regard in Wyoming's impartial historian. The beautiful granite monument erected, whose lofty peak greets the rising sun, may crumble and decay, the head that planned, the hand that carved, the arm that reared it may mould to dust, but "sacred to the memory of" has been written in golden letters on the tablet for all future generations.

Let us now for a moment follow the trail of the savage, the perpetrator of barbarity, and the end of his race. Where now is the mighty Indian Empire that then spread from shore to shore? Where are the dusky forms that once filled this valley and stood in the majesty of nature the undisputed masters of the soil? Savage life has yielded to civilization. The woodland has bowed before the axe of the sturdy joiner, and a once numerous race has dwindled to a handful. They are no longer the same brave and warlike people. They have imbibed our vices more than our virtues. They are fast sinking into degradation and decay, and ere the lapse of another century they will all perhaps have been swept from he face of the earth. The last Indian, perhaps, will have bowed his knee for the last time before the setting sun and mingle his relics with the mouldering remains of his father in the mighty mausoleum of his race. On the very spot we now occupy, the wigwam perhaps once stood or the council fire blazed. But they are gone forever, the frowning forest which once echoed the Indian war whoop has disappeared, and in its place we behold the farm house and fields waiving with the green and golden products of the earth. On the rivers, where the children of the forest bathed their manly limbs and paddled their bark canoes, the lofty ship is now seen, and the city rises with its hum of industry and its towering spires, glittering in the sun beams of heaven. Brilliant and beautiful indeed on the part of civilization is the change; but melancholy to the heart of humanity are the memorials of that numerous people fast fading away. Like the leaves of their native forest they are falling one by one, and at some future day when they shall all have long since been gathered to the grave of Indian glory and another Rome and Athens shall have arisen

on the rivers of the West, some youth perhaps skilled in classic lore will point to the wrecks and relics they shall have left behind them, and wonder of what manner of people they were.

Let us now in conclusion, return to the duty of the hour. Let us bedeck the quiet resting place of our heroes of 1778, with the rose bedewed with a tear. Let us go with consecrated flowers, God's own bright beautiful gifts to earth, emblems of purity, symbols of love and glory and excellence, and with brotherly hands bounteously strew the sod that covers the sacred dust.

F. C. Johnson, of the RECORD, was called upon and gave a memorial sketch of the late Payne Pettebone, a leading member of the Commemorative Association, whose death occured March 20, 1888.

Thomas Henry Atherton, Esq., was called on and made brief remarks. As he had come purely as a visitor he felt as if he deserved more credit than if he had come to make a speech.

Rev. J. K. Peck, a nephew of Rev. Dr. Geo. Peck, one of the historians of the valley, was called on. He was sorry that the original plan to make this monument a high one had been abandoned and that because the Wyoming people were defeated, it was thought better to build the monument only moderately high, [Col. Dorrance explained that the reason the monument was not built higher was because the "parse got short."] Mr. Peck said his wife was a granddaughter of Roger Searle, who escaped from the fight, but his name was not on the monument in the list of the escaped, nor was that of Anning Owen, who become converted while escaping from the slaughter and who organized Methodism in Wyoming Valley.

Hon. Steuben Jenkins followed. He said the list of slain as given on the monument was not complete, nor that of the escaped. There never was any complete list, nor is there yet. Wyoming reached from the New York line down to Nescopeck Creek, a large territory, and the settlers were driven down the river by the advancing force of British and Indians, and all these took part in the battle. Who knows who fell or who escaped? After the battle John Franklin and Obadiah Gore wrote down all they could remember, and they made 164 names. These are on the monument. Of these I know two that escaped. I have now 8 list of 185 killed here, not counting the Hardings and others slain previous to the battle. I have increased the list of escaped also, and am still at work on the two lists. Col. Denison said he had 311 men slain. The general account is that 300 were killed. There are only 96 buried beneath the monument. Mr. Jenkins said that thus far everything

that had been said had been about the men of Wyoming, he wanted to pay a tribute to the women. Though their hardships and privations were terrible, yet in a month and two days after the massacre, some of them were back again to start life anew under the same trying circumstances.

Rev. H. H. Welles made some brief remarks and dismissed the assemblage with the benediction.

A TIPPECANOE INCIDENT.

A Vote Which Was Not Counted for Harrison in 1840, but It Helped the Tippecanoe Candidate all the Same-The Veteran Saddler Will Vote for the Grandson.

James D. Laird, the veteran saddler, was a Tippecanoe campaigner of 1840, but he did not get his vote in, and the reason of his not doing so, is worth telling. He came of age that year while learning the saddler's trade in New Jersey and returned to his WilkesBarre home in the summer. He took great interest in the campaign, rolled up his sleeves for Harrison and made his first political speech in the old log cabin near the corner of Public Square and East Market Street. When election day came round he went to the polls, but was challenged on the ground that he had not resided here for a year. Mr. Laird says the challenge came from Charles Morgan, then and now a substantial citizen of Wilkes-Barre. Mr. Morgan W88 then 8 Democrat

but for many years he has been an ardent Republican, and he and Mr. Laird have some good natured laughs over the challenge of 1840. Mr. Laird yielded gracefully to the situation, but kept his eyes and ears open. A little later Tony Emley came to him and said this was all wrong to keep his vote out, and he would have the board receive it. Mr. Laird was made suspicious by this unexpected magnanimity on the part of the wily Democratic banker, and upon investigation he learned that there were two Democrats who had been challenged by Whigs on similar grounds, and the only way to get them in would be to withdraw all the challenges and let Laird and the two Democrats vote. One of the challenged Democrats was Sam Bowman, who is still living, and who subsequently achieved a brilliant record in the war of the (Rebellion. Mr. Laird refused to offer his vote again. He was entirely willing to lose his vote so long as by so doing he kept two Democrats away from the polls. Thus it will be seen that though in fact he did not get in his vote, he accomplished even more for the party than if he had voted.

The Massacre of Wyoming. July 3rd, 1778.

Dramatis Persona-An Old Resident and a Stranger. Scene-Prospect Book,

INSCRIBED TO WILLIAM P. MINEB, ESQ.
"There is the valley, look around-
See, there's the winding river,
And just above the bend's the ground,
(Historic ground forever,).

On which the patriots foaght and died,
Father and son and grandsire hoary
Each took his part against the allied
Forces of Indians and of Tories.

"Tell you the tale? You must be a stranger,
From a strange land, to never have heard
Of the sorrow and fear, the anguish and danger
The settlers were in on that memorable third
When all Hell seemed let loose, and Satan himself
Led the red-handed host in the bloody affray.
When they came on their homes and accomplish-
ed by stealth

Their murderous work on that terrible day! "Just sit down here and rest, while with my mind's eye,

I search for a date to begin with the story: 'Twas in seventy-eight, on the third of July(A hundred years now since that conflict so gory.)

Those were soul-trying times a century back,
Our country was then in the throes of its birth
And the patriots here-and there were no lack-
Had gone to assist-leaving defenceless their

hearth.

LOCAL BARDS.

An Interesting Sketch by W. S. Monroe, in the Cambrian, on the Welsh Poets and Poetry of Wyoming Valley. The Welsh inhabitants of the United States oling with singular tenacity to the traditions and customs of their fatherland. poetry and song, the national heir-looms for ages, have their devoted guardians wherever the language is spoken. Irish, as pure Erse, has almost entirely ceased to be heard; Oornish died a hundred years ago; Gaelio and Breton have severely altered under the corrosion of change; but the Welsh utterance still retains all the vigor and purity of its original phrase.

I have made researches concerning the most meritorious of the poets and poetry of the Wyoming Valley,but being unacquainted with the Welsh language the notices are necessarily brief and barren of any criticism. Rev. J. P. Harris (Ieuan Ddu) is the author of a sacred drama entitled "Joseph and his Brethren," and is a very ready composer of Englyns. Of his songs, the most popular is one on the death of Abraham Lincoln. Mr. Harris is a Baptist olergyman who came from Wales in 1840. In war times he ministered to a congregation at Hyde Park, but at present he 18 pastor of the English Baptist Church at Nanticoke. Rev. Joseph E. Davis, now deceased, although the author of a hundred hymns, is best known by his productions in prose. One of his books in entitled "The Religions of the World," but his great work was a "System of Theology," in four bulky volumes. The opinions and conolusions of the venerable divine are soundly orthodox, and confirmatory of the Calvinism he preached. His remains are interred at Hyde Park, where most of his life labor centered. Rev. John "Gwrhyd" Lewis is a graduate of Carmarthen College; he came to this country in 1878 and is at present pastor of the Welsh Congregational Church, of Wilkes-Barre. Although it is olaimed that, being in the prime of life, he has not put forth his greatest efforts in poetry, Mr. Lewis, is a "ohair-bard," than whom there is none

more honored. His principal poems"Joshua," a heroic of several thousand lines, "Garfield" and "Cleopatra"-are aocounted to be perfectly classical and notable for their rich and careful imagination. Rev. T. U. Edwards (Cynonfardd), of Kingston, owing to his elocutionary powers, is probably the best known Welshman in Wyoming Valley. He, like Mr. Lewis, is a graduate of Carmarthen College, and came to this country 88 8 Welsh Congregational minister. His first charge, in 1870, the church at Brookfield, Ohio,

was

but in a short time he came to Wyoming Valley, and situated first at WilkesBarre, and then at Kingston, where he resides at present as pastor of the Welsh Congregational church of Edwardsville, and professor of elocution at Wyoming Seminary. Mr. Edwards has on two occasions won "chair prizes," first at an Eisteddfod at Pittston, on the poem "Solomon," and again at the great Eisteddfod of 1875, at Hyde Park, on the poem "The Mayflower," which afterwards lent its name to the title of a collection of his poems. This volume met with a ready sale and is much prized by Welsh readers, especially for its minor poems, among which, the most popular are, "The Babe and the Moon," "The Star of Hope" and "The Youth." Two of his longer poems are "Cromwell" and "The Maniao."

David C. Powell, the most original of the Welsh bards, came to the valley in 1865 and has a wide reputation as an able poet and essayist. Among his poetical pieces are elegies, soliloquies, and odes of various descriptions, with titles such as "Happiness," "The Outoast Girl," "Melchisedeo," "Generosity," and "The Grave of the Babe." Of his numerous prose works the most important are the treatise on "Geology," and a recent essay on the "Mineral Resources of Schuylkill County." In the beautiful Forty Fort cemetery is a monument over the grave of a genius. It is a simple stone erected by lamenting bards to preserve the memory of David Jenkins (Llwohrog), the Welsh Poe, who gave brilliant promise as 8 poet. He came from Wales in 1869, and had written marvellously on "Love," "To & River," and "The Eisteddfod." He met his untimely death in a Carbon County coal mine, and was buried at Eckley; but his friends and admirers later removed his remains to their present lovely resting place. Others who have written much Welsh verse, and meritorionsly, are John H. Powell, David Jones (Dewi Ogle). Isaac Benjamin (Bardd Cooh), Daniel J. Evans (Danil Dra), and James W. Reese (Athenydd). all of Scranton; Benjamin Thomas (Alaw Dulais). of Taylorsville; D. L. Richards and Morgan C. Jones (Cledwyn), of Wilkes-Barre; H. G. Williams (Gieddwyson), of Plymouth; Thomas C. Evans (Cilcenin), of Nanticoke; and Griffith P. Williams (Tegynys), John R. Davis, and Moses D. Evans, of Kingston.

David Morgan Jones, the lawyer poet, wad born in 1843, in the city of New York. Part of his boyhood he spent in Wales. He received his education in that country, also at the Scranton High School, and at the Lewisburg University, where he was graduated in 1867. In the following year he was admitted to practice at the Union County bar, but soon removed his office to Wilkes Barre, where he is still actively pursuing his pro

fession. Mr. Jones' course in literature has naturally been desultory. While possessing a pure quality of poetic talent, it is not often that he is permitted by the exigencies of his business to take from its dusty corner the well beloved lyre, and charm an idle moment with a song. As rapidly as they are produced, his poems have appeared in the Philadelphia Press and other city journals. In 1882, J. B. Lippincott & Co. published "Lethe and Other Peoms," through which Mr. Jones is perhaps best known to the public. It had a rapid sale and the edition was soon exhausted. This volume, however, does not contain the best things which he has written. He has done better work since for the Boston Piot and other papers. The leading poem of the book "Lethe" is not in his best vein. Among the shorter pieces, about fourteen in number, probably the most admired is "The Vanished Maiden." At all times Mr. Jones has been in popular demand as poet for public celebrations. In this capacity be read before the assembled literary societies of Lewisburg University, in 1880, his poem on "William Loyd Garrison;" this and that other notable creation of his on "Eloquence," together with the poems which have appeared since the publication of "Lethe," would warrant a new edition of his works. Notwithstanding his own self-depreciation, the fact is patent to observers that among the very few poetical geniuses which Wyoming Valley has produced, Mr. Jones is one of the finest and most original. There is only one complaint which I have to make against his verse, and that fault redounds to its classical excellence. There is a peculiar gliding movement in his metre, which, while it charms the ear, partially defeats the stress of the thought; but, beneath the surface, all the results of potent imagination are exhibited. Mr. Jones will not reach his merited station in the estimation of the public, until readers recognize that he is not to be read as versifiers are, hastily and carelessly, but with the attention and loyalty that a true poet deserves.

He

William George Powell, the son of a well known Welsh bard, is one of our youngest and most promising writers of verse. was born at Soranton; spent one year at the military academy at West Point; graduated from the Pottsville High School, and is at present engaged in teaching. He has a well stored mind, a compass of invention, and a luxuriance of poetic fancy. Mr. Powell's faculty for singing is well disciplined; his verses are replete with classical allusions, and always fashioned after the best models of poetic art. Occasionally his stanzas are so subtilely constructed that they lose that sweet and unstudied simplicity which pleases the

ear and touches the heart of the reader. He has written eight sonnets which are shrewd, caustic, careful, and manifest energy of thought and condensed felicity of expression; they represent widely different grades of motive and execution, and are sometimes stiff and labored, but never violate the canons of taste and criticism. Of these, "The Death of Barns," "Longfellow__in Italy," and Shelley's Prometheus Unbound" probably best indicate the classical correctness and closeness of his style; although in several other of his sonnets, there are some delicate touches and pleasing descriptions. In "The Welsh Harp" and "The Dream" he marshals his dactylic measures with the ease and preci. sion of a trained lieutenant; they seem to have been dictated by real pulses of feeling, and are full of lyrical melody and natural tenderness. The ode "To Venus" is marked by a vein of One feeling and happy expression, and as the half gleeful, half prophetic carols of the blue bird on a fair Maroh morning announces the return of the feathered songsters, these early, liquid, bubbling notes by Mr. Powell herald a new voice in the Wyoming Valley choir, from whom maturer strains are not unlikely to flow.

Bibliography of Wyoming.

EDITOR RECORD: I send you herewith a few titles which might be added to Rev. H. E. Hayden's Bibliography of the Wyoming Valley published in the second volume of Proceedings and Collections of Wyoming Historical and Geological Society. You have leave to print if you think them of sufficient importance. W. A. W.

Wyoming, July 10, 1888. COBSS, REV. CHARLES C.-Presbytery of Susquehanna by the Rev. Charles C. Corss. 1875, 48 pages, 12 mo.

[September 20th, 1870, the Presbyteries of Susquehanna, Montrose and Luzerne were united under the Lame of Presbytery of Lackawanna. By request of Presbytery of Lackawanna this history of the Presbytery of Susquehanna was prepared by Rev. Mr. Corss. In the same way the History of Presbytery of Luzerne was prepared by Rev. Dr. Parke (see Hayden's Bibliography), and the History of Montrose Presbytery by Rev. Adam Miller, see below.]

DURFEE, J. R.-Reminiscences of Carbondale, Dundoff, and Providence. Forty Years Past. By J. R Durfee. 12 mo., 150pp. Philadelphia: Miller's Bible Publishing House. 1875.

FIRST PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH. SCRANTONOctober 14, 1848 1873 Pastors J. D. Mitchell, J. F. Baker, M. J. Hickok, D. D.,