uaker and simply call ourselves Christians."
"Just so," said father, "but we must live Christians as well." And
they did.

There runs in my veins both English and Irish blood. On the paternal
side I can only trace my ancestors back to the early Quakers of
Baltimore. On the maternal side I know less, for it is only said
that my great grand-mother was a handsome, witty, Irish-woman. For
some reason, I know not what, I have always liked the humble, honest,
witty Irish people, be they Catholic or Protestant.

As far back as I can trace my ancestry they were religiously Quakers
and Politically Whigs. More recently however, we are religiously,
simply Christians, politically prohibition Republicans. I do not
boast of my ancestors, boys, for they were humble, yet,

"Howe'er it be, it seems to me,
'Tis only noble to be good."

The first thing that I can now remember was, when I was two and one-half
years old, in the fall of 1840, when General William Henry
Harrison was elected the ninth president of the United States. It
was on the occasion of a big rally day for Mr. Harrison when I, with
my parents, stood by the road-side and saw in the great procession
going by, four men carrying a small log cabin upon their shoulders,
and in the open door of the cabin sat a small barrel of hard cider.
The rally cry was "Hurrah for Tippecanoe and Tyler too."

My father and mother were there, because they were Whigs, and I was
there because father and mother were there. There is a great deal in
the way a child is brought up. O, that the children of our beloved
land be brought up in the way they should go! O, that it could be
said of all parents that their children are brought up in the nurture
and admonition of the Lord; that is could be said of all teachers of
our great country as it was said of the great lexicographer, Noah
Webster: "He taught thousands to read, but not one to sin." It is
said boys, that the training of a child should begin a hundred years
before it is born. I do not know about this, but I do know that the
proper training should be kept up after it is born. Will you see to
it, that you do your part well?

My father's family consisted of seven children, of whom I was the
fifth child. Three brothers, Joshua Thomas, William Henry and John
Arthur, and one sister, Nancy Elizabeth, were older than I. One
sister Charlotte Ann, and one brother Rufus Wiley, were younger. My
father's name was Howell