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company, Northampton county, Pennsylvania, militia. He served as quartermaster and lieutenant; also a lieutenant in the Pennsylvania Associators, under Captain Sanderson.

Mrs. Lawall was married at Easton, July 23, 1845, to Cyrus Lawall, who died August 10, 1892.

Mrs. Lawall is well preserved and very young looking for her age, enjoys excellent health and bids fair to live many years. She has three children, two daughters and a son. One daughter married Dr. J. E. Ianvrin, of New York; the other married Judge H. W. Scott, of Easton. The son, Mr. Walter Lawall, resides in Easton.

The George Taylor Chapter were delightfully entertained by Mrs. Lawall on Wednesday afternoon, April 5th. The Regent, Mrs. William G. Stewart, took advantage of the occasion to formally present Mrs. Lawall with a gold souvenir spoon, the gift of the National Society to the “True Daughters,” and in presenting it the Regent said: “We are here to-day in response to an invitation which stands alone in the annals of social life in Easton. There is no precedent for the ceremonial part, and it is not probable that this will ever serve as a precedent for a future occasion. We are surely a privileged company. It is trite to state in this presence that the National Society of the Daughters of the American Revolution was instituted in a large measure to perpetuate the memory of our revolutionary ancestors, and it naturally follows that their homes and possessions of all kinds, their ‘lares and penates,' should be searched for and treasured. A great and good work has been done, not only by the members, but an interest has been' awakened outside of the organization.

"We do not now so frequently hear, 'Of what use is this,' as many who have no sympathy with sentiment in any form can understand the hard legal fact that it often establishes family claims, and that it is of historical importance. We delve among musty books, slowly turn their time stained pages, read carefully worded deeds conveying property which often to this generation does not seem worth the trouble taken to describe it, and go over tediously written wills with their long preambles, wherein were always expressed thankfulness to God for sound mind and memory, although they were sometimes weak and sick in body, bequeathing everything from the family Bible to half-worn shoes.

"One of my Guild ancestors in 1758 gives to his beloved wife Sarah ‘as much cider and apples out of his part of the orchard as shall be needful for her support during her natural life.' Another to his beloved wife Beulah a cow, to be at her disposal forever. Then we visit the 'silent city,' scrape the lichen from the tombs, searching for names and dates, and are well rewarded if a ray of light is thrown upon some line leading back to the early days. Those who love this work never weary or lose interest, but are like the searchers for gold. As one said to me only a few days ago, 'Every time I strike with the pick it is with fresh hope that this time I will turn up quartz bearing rich minerals.' So the interest never flags.

“But the object of our meeting to-day touches a chord which no word written on paper or marble, and no building whose walls have echoed the footsteps of the great and noble in the past can play upon. We feel like stepping softly and speaking gently—all that is tenderest and best in our nature rises to salute the daughter of a Revolutionary soldier.

"We are proud to number among the members of the George Taylor Chapter a 'Real Daughter,' Mrs. Cyrus Lawall, whose father when only nineteen years old, enlisted in Captain Allen's company, New Jersey State troops, Colonel Malcolm commanding the regiment. He served during the last nine months of the war; his enlistment must have been early in 1781. It was at a time when men were sorely needed. Nearly the whole Pennsylvania Line, amounting to fifteen thousand men, encamped at Morristown, revolted the last day of the year 1780, claiming that their time had expired. They had enlisted for three years (not for three years or the war, as was claimed by their officers).

"In a few days they were followed by some of the New Jersey troops. These men had suffered the extremity of want. General Washington in a letter to a friend writes: 'We have had the virtue and patience of the army put to the severest trial. Sometimes it has been for five and six days together without bread; at others as many without meat, and once or twice two or three days without either. At one time the soldiers ate every kind of food but hay. They had not secured the quota of clothing or blankets.'


“One of my great-grandfathers said he saw men without shoes and stockings, their clothing in tatters, while the ground was covered with snow. The men had received no pay for twelve months and the treasury was empty. About this time Robert Morris, that grand Philadelphian, took charge of the finances of the government, but he had not yet been able to meet the pressing demands of the hour.

“No doubt this lad, John Schureman, had heard of these hardships from the returning men of insufficient food (there was no question then as to the quality of the roast beef), their lack of blankets and clothing. Even with great patriotism it took backbone to enlist at this time, but young Schureman had it, and served until peace was declared.

“Although our honored hostess of to-day was only eight years old when her father died, our meeting her here to-day bridges over the chasm of years and links the War of the Revolution and the Spanish American War.

"Mrs. Lawall, as Regent of the George Taylor Chapter, a pleasant duty devolves upon me to-day—that of formally placing in your hands a golden spoon which is presented to every “True Daughter' by the National Society. Women and men love to display badges, and it is a pardonable pride when one may wear the golden sphere of the Mayflower, the artistically mounted eagle of the Cincinnati or our own beautiful wheel and spindle. But it is more of an honor to possess this golde:1 gift than any insignia with which we may decorate ourselves. The giving and receiving of this spoon is the emblem of a relationship. This ceremony is not a covenant and it is not a sacrament, but it partakes somewhat of the nature of both. We on our part promise to love and cherish you, and we ask you, Mrs. Lawall, although your life is so full and surrounded by everything that is sweet and happy, to reserve in your interest and affections a place for the Daughters of the American Revolution of Easton.

“I now place this in your keeping with our best wishes."

Mrs. Lawall, surrounded by her children and grandchildren, responded in a pleasing, graceful manner, and at its conclusion her granddaughter, Margeurite Ianyrin, presented Mrs. Stewart with a beautiful bunch of white carnations tied with a ribbon of the national colors.

After the congratulations of the members, a delightful social hour followed.


The Milwaukee Chapter of the Daughters of the American Revolution was organized in 1893, and when the year's work opened in October last, our constantly increasing little band

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of patriotic women, now numbering one hundred and eightyeight, had never been startled by "the hand of the reaper whose name is Death." But already twice since the Autumn has our Chapter been called to listen to the sad intelligence of the death of its members; and now again and the third time in these few weeks passed must we record the taking away from us of one of our number.

Mrs. Harriet Green Warren died the twenty-eighth day of January, eighteen hundred and ninety-nine.

This loss is perhaps more keenly felt by many of us because of the longer acquaintance which has existed between the members and Mrs. Warren; and also because it has brought great pleasure to us to feel that this slender, quiet woman, who was one of our charter members, who came to our gatherings frequently, and whose interest in our work was unfailing, was one whose father took part in the great revolutionary struggle; going when a lad of fourteen years by the side of his father at the outbreak of the war to join the Continental forces.

For several years it has been a pride of our Society to bear on its roll the names of three "original daughters," three members who guarded as their richest inheritance the remembrance of the father whose glowing words had fallen upon their childish ears, telling o'er and o'er the tragic story of that heroic time. It is a matter of keen regret to us now in this distant day that the children found the oft-repeated tales wearisome in time, as children will, and finally slipped out of hearing when the old story was begun. But alas, with what unavailing wistfulness have the children since tried to recall each word or phrase or misty memory which was then so gladly shunned. But the strong, sterling character, the energy, patience and uprightness—these traits came to the children of such fathers more lastingly than the words which fell on childish ears; they were part of blood and sinew to hold through life unto death.

A baby girl, Harriet, was born to Noah Green and Betsy Harwood, his wife, on December 29, 1817. At three years of age she trudged bravely three-quarters of a mile through uninhabited country to the village school to lisp her a-b abs. At the sedate age of six she was helping to milk and care for the cows, to make butter and cheese, to spin and weave and sew, and in convenient times and seasons of the passing years attended school like all New England children, until at the age of nineteen she became a teacher herself, continuing this work much of the time till her marriage with Joseph A. Warren in Wisconsin in 1844. Among all her friends and acquaintances she has exerted a strong influence, her New England earnestness and her eager mind never being satisfied to rest in idleness.

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