of New York City and of places along the Hudson River. He published the extensive and valuable Burhans genealogy in 1894. For several years he was Librarian of the New York Genealogical and Biographical Society, and served as trustee of that Society for many years more. He had been an active member of the New York Volunteer Fire Department in his early days, and for many years a trustee of the New York Veteran Firemen's Association. He joined the Holland Society October 24, 1889. Mr. Burhans was of a very quiet and retiring disposition and of great benevolence of heart. Only those who knew him very intimately were aware of the amount of his charities, which were abundantly scattered, but in the most unostentatious manner. He was in his usual good health till within two days of his death, April 2, 1900, which resulted from heart failure. His wife and one of his daughters were away on a visit to Bermuda, were ignorant of his illness, and returned only on the day after his demise. JOHN AUGUSTUS ELMENDORF, vice-president of the corporation known as Edward Smith & Co., of No. 45 Broadway, New York City died April 5, 1900, at the home of his son-in-law, Dr. Walter Lester Carr, No. 68 West Fifty-first Street. He had been an invalid for several years, but was confined to the house only ten days before his death. He was seventy-two years old. Mr. Elmendorf was a member of the old Dutch family of Elmendorfs, of Kingston, N. Y., the head of which settled in this country in the middle of the seventeenth century. Mr. Elmendorf was born in Kingston, September II, 1828. His parents were Levi and Saletje Meler (De Puy) Elmendorf. His boyhood was spent in Waterloo, N. Y., where he attended an academy. In 1847 he came to New York, and began his business career in a wholesale dry-goods house at No. 14 Wall Street. In 1853 he became connected with the house of Smith & Stratton, and remained with the firm through its different changes of names to Edward Smith & Co. When it was incorporated, he became its vice-president. Mr. Elmendorf was at one time a member of the 13th Regiment, holding a lieutenant's commission. In 1855 he married in New York Frances Catherine (Richards) Lathrop, niece and adopted daughter of Dwight Lathrop, of Savannah, Ga. Three children were born to them-Dwight Lathrop, the traveller and lecturer; Grace, wife of Dr. Carr; and John Barker, all of whom are living in this city. Mrs. Elmendorf died several years ago. Mr. Elmendorf was a strong Republican, and a few years ago was chairman of the Republican committee of the district in which he lived. He never held public office. He became a member of the Holland Society March 29, 1888, was a member of the Sons of the Revolution, and a trustee of the Fourth Avenue Presbyterian Church. THE DUTCHMAN. BY EDWARD J. WHEELER. His prow was pointed toward the Southern stars ; Stolid and stern, unsightly and uncouth, No scented darling he for courtly game; The Kings played chess, as Kings are wont to play, Vain his long search o'er many sounding seas. Far to the North, where snowy summits rise, 1 Before him lay long miles of arid plain; Came days of aching toil. Night after night And sent him scurrying to his jungles brown. The savage blacks who came to spoil and slay Oh, Freedom, dear, if ever man there was, In all the ages, earned thy favoring smile, Gold! Gold ! Gold ! Gold! The cry filled all the air, The restless souls in every land who dare Shake dice with Fate, felt the blood leap again. They came in squads in troops-in rushing stream, But most were men of that proud race who hold What! was this Boer to rule a realm of gold? So came the clash, and on Majuba Hill That slow hand proved its swift, unerring skill. The old Colossus spanned the Rhodian Bay; A continent, the new one would bestride, From Cape to Cairo drive his iron way, And a new empire for his Queen provide. An earthquake laid the old Colossus low, The new one laughs amid the earthquake's throe. The lust for gold and lust for empire found They joined their force to sweep him from the ground: "Move," said the Sea; "I will not," said the Rock. For twenty years the Sea has shouted, "Go!" Now breaks the tempest; now the lightnings leap! Hushing the thoughts that cut us like a knife. Britons, but not such Britons we; for lo! These men who goad the patient Boer to-day Are heirs of those who struck th' insensate blow At Lexington and Concord. Tories they, Whose hands have smitten Freedom's form, alas! Not these our kindred! No, we spurn the claim. Oh! for one hour of Gladstone's voice to plead |