gift so suggestive of the thousand golden memories of the “olden time." And to you Mr. Butler, I return thanks for the appropriate and feeling language you have been enabled. to use in the presentation of this perfect model of the old Academy building, and for the stirring memories you have awakened of the transcendent blessings and benefits which have resulted from the establishment of this institution to the early settlers of Pompey and their descendants.

But above all, we give thanks to our God, the great preserver and benefactor of humanity, whose Providence has so unexpectedly dropped down among us our former townsman on this interesting occasion, bringing this priceless gift appearing at this opportune time, when an old folks concert is in progress for the benefit of that institution, whose first edifice is here reproduced in miniature from memory; and our thanks are further due to the great architect of the universe, for the gift of memory, that has enabled you my brother so faithfully and vividly to call up from the storehouse of your memory all the details and minute peculiarities that characterized those classic halls whose walls echoed to the tread of a Dodge, a Mason, a Marsh and a Seymour, enabling you to construct it with that artistic skill that challenges the admiration and gratitude of all acquainted with the old building, who have had the good fortune to examine this. So perfect is it, that I understand the Hon. Luther R. Marsh said when admiring its just proportions and elaborate finish, that the only thing lacking, was the birchen rod of the venerable Joshua Leonard. I confess that language is too poor to express the thoughts and emotions that crowd upon my mind in viewing this memento of the past. The emotional sentiments which the occasions calls up are of kin to those inspired by the beautiful lines of the enraptured poet.

"How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood,
When fond recollection presents them to view

The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild wood,
And every loved spot which my infancy knew."

And those other immortal lines around which cluster a thousand fonder and dearer memories.

"I love it, I love it, and who shall dare

To chide me for loving that old arm chair,

Have you learned the spell a mother sat there,
And a sacred thing was that old arm chair."

The lessons too, which this event teaches, are of the most important character, and among them I may name the lasting impressions and unfading memories of our early life. If our brother can in this matchless little building, so vividly portray all the lineaments of the school-room where forty years ago he spent the happy hours of life's bright morning, how important that in the youthful mind be instilled those principles of righteousness, truth, temperance, virtue and integrity that shall make the child through all the future years of life feel strong to resist the temptations that are scattered all along the pathway of life. For, rest assured, temptation will assail us through all the coming years, until the dawn of eternity shall appear.

Thanking you again for this priceless treasure, which we -will ever cherish in our inmost heart, with the kindest feeling of respect for the donor, we wish you prosperity and joy through all the coming years of life, and unalloyed happiness through all the boundless cycles of eternity.

Since the re-union, frequent notices of the healthful clime and beautiful scenery of Pompey have appeared in the newspapers. From among the number we clip the following beautiful poem, which some time after the re-union, appeared in one of the Syracuse papers.

TO POMPEY.

All day in fancy I have seen

Thy green clad hills, vast and eternal,
O'er looking all the vale between,
And rising toward the skies supernal.

All day I've roamed thy woodlands o'er,
And seen with fancy's glowing vision
Thy quiet streets, and fields so fair,
Fairer to me than fields Elysian.

Below thee in the distance seen,
The city's spires are brightly gleaming,
The whirr and clang of busy life
Within its crowded streets are teeming;
But tho' old hills upreared so high,
Escape the city's din and clashing,

The few within thy cool retreats

Enjoy the long, bright days now passing.

A happy home is mine beside
Oswego's brightly flowing river,

Yet, will my heart e'er yearn for thee,
My childhood's home, for aye and ever,
I tire of all this flat lowland,

I long for thy dear lights and shadows,
I want to climb thy rugged hills
And wander in thy quiet meadows.

I want to gaze upon thy scenes,
In Autumn's light serene, and mellow,
And watch thy graceful waving trees,
All beautiful, though sere and yellow,
But ah, for me, it may not be,

What need is there to murmur longer,
My feet must wander far away,

E'en while my love for thee grows stronger.

And I may roam in other lands,

May cross the deep and boundless ocean,
My heart shall ne'er forget that love,
While life its pulses keep in motion.
And oh, when all life's cares are o'er,
And swift from me is memory flying,
Old Pompey may thy hills arise,
To greet my eyes when I am dying.

SICILY SPRague.

Of the Organization of the Re-Union.

In addition to the officers and committees whose names appears in the foregoing pages, mention should have been made of the marshal of the day and his assistants, whose duties were very laborious, and discharged with a skill and promptness which commanded the approbation of all.

The marshal was M. R. Dyer, and his assistants Samuel W. Jerome, Moses T. Robinson, Dwight Kershaw, Wm. J. Mason and Fred. A. M. Ball. The following additional names appear upon the programme published at the time, who were on the Committee of Arrangements: Chas. W. H. Wood, S. S. Walley, Geo. Hopkins, Geo. R. Vail, Rodney Hill and D. G. Southard, and the following on the Committee of Reception: J. R. Fenner, Wilfred M. Scoville, Bronson Clarke and John P. Robinson.

The following named ladies and gentlemen were omitted, who deserve to be remembered for untiring efforts in the preparations for the day. Wakeman G. Sprague, who was charged with making all necessary purchases in Syracuse, E. S. Dawson who was treasurer of the Re-Union fund, Mrs. Henry S. Doolett, Mrs. Jane E. O'Donaghey and Mrs. Wm. W. Van Brocklin, who were on committee to prepare refreshments, to make decorations and to arrange the tables.

CONCLUSION.

Having finally had charge of the publication of this vol ume, I esteem it a privilege and feel it a duty that I owe to the publication committee, to write a few explanatory words in conclusion. It will be observed that many biographical sketches are wanting to make the volume complete. Among the number omitted may be mentioned the Jeromes, Judds, Murrays, Marshes, Newmans, Northrups, Duguids, Candees, Woods, Woodfords, Hiscocks, Blowers, Loseys and many others, from whom have arisen distinguished and eminent citizens, mention of whom would be fully sufficient to fill another volume of the size of this. For this the committee are not at fault, as over four years ago, public notice was repeatedly given through "The Press," of the work in contemplation, and asking for contributions of sketches; moreover I have personally sought and importuned many to furnish sketches or at least the data, to enable me to write them up. It will not be overlooked, I trust, that the labor of the committee has been arduous and unremunerative. At one time it was a question whether the work would ever be accomplished, and it doubtless would have been given up had not Gov. Seymour and Hon. Wm. G. Fargo generously come to our assistance with material aid. It will be noticed also that the directory promised has been omitted. This is an intentional omission to avoid too large a volume for our resources. The embelishments are furnished by those whose lithographs adorn the work or by