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Cunningham, Sr., and a number of others of this family are buried in this tomb. The slate slab on the tomb bears the inscription only of George Longley, 1809. The absence of the names of Cunningham and Otis from the tomb slab, together with the early death of Mr. Otis's family, caused the identification of this tomb with the name of Otis to be obscured. The tomb, after the death of Nathaniel Cunningham, Sr., was held by Ruth, Sarah and Nathaniel Cunningham, Jr. Nathaniel Cunningham, Jr., dying soon after his father, left the two daughters, his sisters, Ruth and Sarah, heirs of the tomb. Ruth married James Otis, and, as her husband never owned a tomb, caused his remains to be placed in this tomb, of which she was part owner and which contained the remains of her ancestors.

Besides the heirship to the Cunningham tomb by the James Otis family, traditions have been handed down by well-known families that James Otis's remains were buried in the Cunningham tomb. In the items of expense in settling the estate of James Otis appears a charge made by

his brother, Samuel Allyne Otis: expenses to Andover, £5.8; also the bill for the coffin, £ 12.6.

On July 15, 1898, the anniversary of the storming of Stony Point by Anthony Wayne, a boulder and tablet in memory of Otis, similar to the memorial already dedicated to the memory of Samuel Adams, was unveiled in the presence of a large gathering and presented by the Sons of the Revolution to Mayor Quincy, who accepted the gift in behalf of the city. These two simple monuments shall bear witness. to generations yet unborn, that the descendants of the men who stood behind Adams and Otis, perhaps tardily, yet worthily honored their memories. The inscriptions for the Adams and Otis tablets were written by Dr. Samuel A. Green.

September 17, 1898, was a perfect day; and on the morning of that day the members of the society with invited guests took the train for Rutland, Massachusetts, the home of General Rufus Putnam, the founder of Ohio. It was in every sense a "field day," made memorable by the brilliant oration of Senator Hoar on the life and services

of General Putnam, and the unveiling of a large and handsome bronze tablet, placed upon the old Putnam home, a lasting tribute to an honorable and historic career. The oration was given in the old Congregational Church before a large and deeply interested audience. In beginning his oration Senator Hoar said: "This society does well to mark with visible and enduring tablets the spots where great deeds have been performed or great men have been born or dwelt." His apostrophe to Putnam was particularly thrilling: "Bootblack and blacksmith's assistant at Sutton; millwright's apprentice at Brookfield; town constable at Rutland; friend of Washington; deliverer under Washington of Massachusetts from the foreign invader; builder of our stronghold and citadel of West Point; engineer of the great constitutional fortress of American liberty; faithful over a few things, ruler over many things-we come to-day to your dwelling as to a shrine."

In the spring of 1898 the Sons of the Revolution named a committee for the purpose of securing the coöperation of other patriotic societies in the proposed adornment of the classrooms of the new schoolhouse named, in honor of Paul Revere, the "Paul Revere School," situated in the North End of Boston on Prince Street. In response to a circular issued by the committee, the societies to whom it was sent quickly and cordially responded, and a joint committee was formed to carry out the plan in detail. The efforts of this committee resulted in the complete adornment of four rooms and one of the corridors, the engravings and plaster casts selected representing the men and events connected with the war

for independence. These pictures were formally presented to the city of Boston on October 19, the anniversary of the surrender of Cornwallis. The exercises were of a patriotic nature, the participants being the pupils of the Hancock School and the representatives of the various societies. The occasion was a noteworthy one in the modern history of the old North End, for gathered in the hall were the descendants of the men and women of old Boston, who, in the words of the engraved tablet which was placed upon the door of the room adorned by the Sons of the Revolution and which expressed the high purpose of their work, sought "to inspire patriotism and a love for

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STUART'S WASHINGTON.
Copy of the Portrait presented to each of the Boston Public Schools.

country" among the pupils of the
Paul Revere School.

The annual social gatherings of the society on the nineteenth of April and the various meetings it has held have always been marked by speeches of a high order by representative men, whose patriotic utterances, free from partisan influences, have contributed much to form that esprit de corps and that ready response to the calls of pa

triotism for which the society is noted and which it has demonstrated practically in many a field of endeavor. The tribute which it annually pays to the memory of the country's honored dead who labored in the hall of the Continental Congress or fought upon the field of battle, by placing wreaths upon the statues erected in commemoration of their services and the graves where their ashes repose in peace, is

but illustrative of the spirit which animates the patriot sons of patriot sires. The constant readiness to secure in the halls of legislation laws to protect the flag from dishonor, or the erection of public memorials to keep alive in the hearts of the people the memory of some patriot, ever eager to inspire all who love their country with the "spirit of '76," the spirit of patriotism, devotion, heroism and sacrifice, promulgating practical patriotism—such is the mission of the Society of the Sons of the Revolution.

"The only good from such orders as the Sons of the Revolution," said President Chase, at the annual meeting of the Massachusetts Society in 1895, "may be the highest good, if we realize the sacred trust of duties, a proud legacy committed to our faithful keeping, to preserve in their purity. to broaden and ennoble by our own selfsacrifice and transmit to those who come after us with no spot or stain, unless it be our holy privilege to pour our blood upon the altar of American liberty and go to our God and our fathers with the only crown we revere, that of martyrdom for principles which have dignified and elevated living, and will shed eternal lustre over dying to maintain and perpetuate."

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WHERE GRANDSIRE LIVED.

By Florence Josephine Boyce.

ENANTLESS stands the old log house, save for the
phoebe's nest,-

No sound of life but the whir of wings and the call of the

feathered mate;

The pink wild rose has clambered up till it meets the roof at the

west;

And there in the open door is the place where the goodwife
used to wait

When the day was done and the echoes told no more of the
woodman's blow;-

For this was the home where grandsire lived when he was a lad,
you know.

There was a fireplace, grandsire said, and a crane where the kettle
hung,

A ladder reaching up to the loft that he climbed when he went
to bed.

"When shepherds watched their flocks by night," was a hymn
that his mother sung

After the chores were finished and the evening prayers were
said;

And grandsire told of the wolves that came so near he could hear

them bark,

And the owls that perched in the tops of trees and hooted out in

the dark.

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Back of the cabin I saw to-day a little old apple tree,And grandsire planted it there himself when he was a lad, you know;

A honeysuckle down by the wall was flaunting its flowers to me Beside a spreading lilac bush that told of the long ago,

Till I almost saw up the hillside path fresh steps in the sandy loam,

Where grandsire came at the set of sun and followed the bell-cow home.

Empty the log house stands to-day, for the years have passed since then;

The door swings back and the crannying wind goes sighing in heedless quest;

The ones who dwelt in the cabin home have followed the paths of

men,

And no voice breaks on the silence now but a call from the

phoebe's nest.

But a charm still lingers about the place that no other spot can

give,

For dear to my heart is the old log house where grandsire used

to live.

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