struggling Colonies, in the only language they were able to understand. That they were afterward savage in cruelty, wherever they had the opportunity, is indeed true. They were so before. How much more extensive and fierce had been their depredations but for the terror inspired by this expedition, we know not. They had cruelly exterminated the settlement at Wyoming; perhaps they might have attempted a similar tragedy at the Forks of the Delaware but for the fear inspired by the Sullivan expedition. That expedition could not bring back to life the slain of Wyoming, but it could, and we believe it did, prevent a repetition of that most sad occurrence. There was one language the Indian understood the language of war-and Washington and Sullivan understood that language, their critics at long range to the contrary notwithstanding. A pity it is that the Sullivan expedition could not have brought help to, rather than vengeance for, the people of Wyoming; but it happened in this case as in many others in human history, explain it how we may, that through bloodshed pro

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gress has been made. But for the blood shed on this historic spot the settlement in this lovely valley had long remained isolated and separated from the rest of the world by the dense wilderness of which I have spoken. "The Old Sullivan Road" is the path of the avenger of blood, no doubt; but it is more. is one of the earliest evidences of a spirit of nationality struggling to an expression of itself; the exponent of that spirit of fraternity and fellowship which for more than a century has been making all sections of our land one, free and indivisible. It opened up communication between the Wyoming settlements and those on the Delaware. Then came the Wilkes-Barre turnpike; then the Lehigh Valley R. R.; then the Delaware, Lackawanna & Western R. R.; then the Eastern & Northern R. R., but in the evolution of all these magnificent highways of traffic there was one roadway, constructed with prodigious effort, over which the historian may well linger, and the man of contemplative mind may well reflect-"The Old Sullivan Road."

O PATRIOTS OF THE PEERLESS VALE. O patriots of the peerless vale! on whom The seal of death has lain a century long, Again we lay upon thy hallowed tomb

A wreath of laurel and a wisp of song.

Once more we turn our eyes to those far years

In which ye lived and loved and fought and died,

In which ye struggled on through toils and

tears,

Say simply that they freely gave their lives

For liberty-and that their dust is here.

And yet, these all are passed; the deepening years

To this far better age have swept us on, This age wherein lie all our hopes and fears

Unshadowed by the clouds a century gone.

To drop hereon our immortelles or tears? Do we not waste the time we hold in trust So praising heroes of forgotten years?

Or snapped in twain a sceptred tyrant's rod,

And crushed and crumbled ye as demons might;

And they from whom at noon ye marched

wrought,

matchless men who

!

pains,

And freely poured their blood across their sod.

And never yet grew bonded nation free, That bought not freedom at her change

less price,

For they who purchase peerless liberty Pay tireless toil and saintly sacrifice.

Even Christ himself could not redeem us men,

Nor from the curse of sin his children save,

Until he hung upon the cross, and then Went down, as we do, to the silent grave.

here;

The noble mothers who in heart's love taught

Why we our fathers' fathers should re

vere.

And who shall charge us that we do not well

To stand at times about this patriot shrine,

And breathe the airs that in this presence dwell,

And let the noble past our souls entwine.

And who shall say that, with the flying years,

The spirit of the fathers has gone by? It is not so! our hearts, our hopes, our fears

Proclaim, to-day, that it shall never die.

With halting step and soulless voice we

come,

In weak reiteration to deplore

The untimely fate that sped ye to the tomb;

But, standing now in strong ancestral pride,

And looking backward with unfaltering eyes,

And holding that for which our fathers died,

The spirit of the past upon us lies.

And so in love we lay our tribute down, In changeless loyalty we sound thy praise,

These reverent hands thy hallowed memory crown,

With fadeless flowers for all the coming

days.

REV. DR. HENRY M. KIEFFER. [From the Wilkes-Barre Record.]

Rev. Henry M. Kieffer, D. D., is the pastor of the First Reformed Church of Easton. This church is the oldest of all the churches in that city, and is distinguished as pre-eminently a revolutionary church. It was built in 1776, was used as a hospital during the revolution, and within its walls treaties were made between the colonies and the Indians. Dr. Kieffer is of revolutionary stock, his great-grandfather, Abram Kieffer, having been a captain in the .revolutionary army. He is doubly related to Governor James A. Beaver,

ver's sister. On his mother's side also he has several "revolutionary sires."

Dr. Kieffer is a veteran of the late civil war, having enlisted at the age of 16 as a drummer boy in the 150th Penna. Vols., known as the "Bucktails." He served his three years to the close of the war, and was in all the chief engagements of the Army of the Potomac from Chancellorsville to second Hatchers Run. His regiment belonged to the old 1st Corps, was amongst the first troops on the field in the first day's fight at Gettysburg, and its losses there were amongst the heaviest of all the troops engaged. It had 397 men when it went into action; came out with 133, losing 264, of whom 58 were killed and 77 wounded. After the close of the war, Dr. Kieffer attended Franklin and Marshall College, graduated in 1870 in the same class with Hon. W. U. Hensel, exattorney general, taking first honors. He then took a three years' course in the theological seminary of the Reformed Church at Lancaster; served the Church of the Ascension at Norristown, Pa., as pastor for eleven years; thence removed to Easton, where he has been pastor of the old First Church for thirteen years. He served in the National Guard of the State for five years, as chaplain of the 6th Regiment.

Dr. Kieffer has given an account of his army experiences in a popular book entitled "The Recollections of a Drummer Boy," which appeared first as a serial in St. Nicholas about fifteen years ago; was afterward issued in book form by The Century Co., New York. The book has become very popular, having passed through numerous editions, and now being issued by Houghton, Mifflin Co., New York. The book is said to have been the way-breaker for all the celebrated "war papers" afterward issued by The Century Co. He is the author of several other books, and is a frequent contributor to the newspapers and magazines.

Some years ago Dr. Kieffer made a special study of the road cut by the troops of General Sullivan from Easton to Wyoming, the year after the massacre, in the celebrated expedition of Sullivan against the Indians, in 1779. On this subject he will speak at the Wyoming anniversary-"The Old Sullivan Road."