being the fifth. Daniel Brown was the youngest son of Jeremiah Brown, son of Chad Brown.

Chad Brown, accompanied by his wife, Elizabeth, and son John, then eight years of age, emigrated from England in the ship Martin, and arrived at Boston, Massachusetts, July, 1638. He was banished from Salem for his religious belief. He was a surveyor and his home lot at Providence, Rhode Island, is the land where stands Brown University. In 1640 he served on important committees, and 1644, when Roger Williams returned from England with the first charter, we find the signature of Chad Brown the first on the list. Roger Williams said of him later, "The truth is, that Chad Brown, that holy man, now with God, and myself, brought the remaining after-comers, and the first twelve to a oneness by arbitration."

In 1642 he was ordained as the first settled pastor of the Baptist Church. In 1643 he negotiated peace between the Warwick settlers and Massachusetts Bay. A writer says of him, "He was a contemporary of Rogers Williams, but possessed a cooler temperament and was happily adapted to sustain the interests of religion just where that great man failed.”

A monument to his memory was erected by the town of Providence. The inscription: "Chad Brown, Elder of the Baptist Church in this town. He was one of the original Proprietors of the Providence Purchase, having been exiled from Massachusetts and for conscience's sake."

He died about 1665. He left five sons, John, James, Jeremiah, Chad and Daniel.-SARAH HALL JOHNSTON.

The stormy waters through the day, may ebb and flow-
And "waves of trouble" round thee surges, to overthrow
But anchored deep, thy steadfast soul, shall safely ride
And calm enfolds thee, at the eventide.

The most glowing pages of history are those that record the proud achievements of patriots and heroes to gain national liberty and independence.—Webster.

A PATRIOTIC POEM.

Written for the celebration of Washington's Birthday.

Julia Colton Willard.

The wint'ry wind, 'neath a leaden sky,

Like a vengeful foe from the Arctic Zone, While whirling the crystal snow-flakes by,

Through the chimney howls, with threatening tone.

But what care we for the storm outside,

There's a fire on the hearth, and the candles glow, While the storm-king reigns, claiming wind and tide As his vassals, his merciless wrath to show!

And what care we, what the world's about!
We 're gathered, a happy, fraternal band;
Our ancestors' records are all traced out,
And on Plymouth Rock we proudly stand!

Each one is a Daughter, strong and true,

Of a sire, who through hardships and stormy strife,

Wore a heart of steel, 'neath his coat of blue,

That ne'er fainted, while left was the breath of life.

And each heart is warm and each breast's on fire,
As we gather to-night, a reverent band,

To do honor to him, our country's sire,

Who was born to make free our beloved land.

For an hundred years, the nightingale,

His song of love, has trilled to his mate;

For a century past, the whip-poor-will's wail

Has the laurels pierced, o'er Mount Vernon's gate.

Our hero sleeps,-and the river beats

A requiem sweet 'gainst the grassy shore;

The tide comes in, and the tide retreats,

And the moon keeps guard, as of yore.

Oh, the birds may forget the young in their nests,

The river flow back from the sea;

Mount Vernon's cold tomb, where our Washington rests, By the moonbeams, neglected, may be.

But so long as one heart, in this proud, happy land,
This land of the brave and the free,

On these blessed shores shall exultantly stand,
So long, we'll be faithful to thee!

True to our flag, and our dear native land,
First in our hearts, thou shalt be,

Till at last, with our sires, an unbroken band,
We shall meet by the Heavenly sea!

WAR'S SACRIFICE.

BY FANNIE LINDSLEY FANCHER.

"Why question our love of country?"
The maiden, in anguish, cried,
Ye cannot know the lover, I gave,
On a sunken battleship, died.

Ask her not such cruel question,

She rejoices, the right hath won;
Yet that mother gave up more than I,
For he was her only son.

Let us have faith that right makes might, and in that faith let us de our duty as we understand it.-Abraham Lincoln.

There are no points of the compass on the chart of patriotism. Robert C. Winthrop.

Read how the nation of the free
Hath carved her deeds in history.

United States! the ages plead,

Present and Past in under song,
To put your creed into your deed,

Nor speak with double tongue.-Emerson.

Look for the souvenir number next month.

REVOLUTIONARY RECORDS.

This department is intended for hitherto unpublished or practically inaccessible records of patriots of the War of American Independence, which records may be helpful to those desiring admission to the Society of the Daughters of the American Revolution and to the registrars of chapters. Such data will be gladly received by the editor of this magazine.

SOME REVOLUTIONARY SOLDIERS.

Roll of honor of Colonel Jonathan Bayard Smith Chapter, Middletown, Ohio. Mrs. Eliza Corson Hatfield, regent.

Alban, George.

Bates, David; Brinkerhoff, Guylbert.

Flint, Josiah.

Gallaher, Ebenezer.

Hunt, Joseph.

Johnson, Jeremiah,

Schenck, Garrett G.; Schenck, Rev. William; Selden, Col. Samuel; Shaefor, William; Smith, John; Smith, Col. Jonathan Bayard; Stevens, Lieut. Ephraim.

Wheelock, John; Wilson, Samuel; Wood, Capt. Nathaniel.

Zehring, Christian.

Roll of honor of Jacob Bennett Chapter, Silver City, New Mexico. Mrs. S. M. Ashenfelter, regent.

Bennett, Jacob.

Carter, Lieut. Ebenezer.

Davis, Joshua.

Farnsworth, Thomas; Fellows, General John; Ferguson, Thomas; Flaharty, Sergt. Stephen.

Gibson, Corp. David; Gibson, Isaac; Griswold, Capt. James.

Low, William.

Mead, Amos; Moores, Michael.

Parmelee, Corp. John; Pierson, John.

Ross, James.

Voorhees, Ensign John.

In looking over two copies of the New York Journal of Commerce that have laid undisturbed many years, in the bottom of a cedar chest, I found the enclosed obituaries.-EMMA S. TOMLINSON, Waterbury, Connecticut.

MARGARET GREIDER.-On Tuesday, May 29th, after a lingering illness, Mrs. Margaret Greider, a native of Germany, in the eighty-third year of her age, with the full hope of a blessed immortality. She was born on the 11th of May, 1764, but has resided for the last seventy years in this city and was distinguished for her charity and benevolent acts to the wounded and sick American soldiers in the Revolutionary war.-New York Journal of Commerce, May 30, 1846.

MRS. AMARYLLIS SMITH.-In Southbury, Conn., on the 10th inst., Mrs. Amaryllis Smith, aged eighty-seven, widow of Sherman Smith, who served in the Revolutionary war, and for a number of years received a pension. New York Journal of Commerce, May 23, 1849.

CAPT. TIMOTHY STARKEY.-In Essex, Mass., May 4, Capt. Timothy Starkey, aged eighty-four. At the age of sixteen he was called to New London with the Connecticut troops to defend the town against the attacks of the British. He subsequently made several cruises in a privateer brig against the enemy's ships. He was early engaged in the West India trade and maintained through a long life a character for honesty and integrity. New York Journal of Commerce, May 23, 1849.

MR. ANTHONY COLLIN, son of John and Sarah Arnold Collin, was born in Dutchess county, New York, February 24th, 1760; served in the Revolutionary War; was made prisoner by the army of Sir Henry Clinton, October 16th, 1777; died on board of prison ship at New York harbor in December following.

October 15, 1776. We the subscribers do hereby solemnly engage and promise, that we will to the utmost of our power, at the risk of our lives, and fortunes, with arms, oppose the hostile proceedings of the British fleets and armies against the United American Colonies.

(Signed)

JAMES CHESNEY,

RICHARD FURBER and others of
Rochester.

Rochester, New Hampshire.