Scrapbook: Anna McFarland Stabler, c. 1875- c.1812

88 Highland Mary. Ye banks, and braes, and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel O' my sweet Highland Mary.

How sweetly bloomed'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant share I clasp'd her to my bosom! The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie: For dear to me, as light and life, Was my sweet Highland Mary.

Wi' monie a vow, and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunde: But oh! fell death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae early! Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay, that wraps my Highland Mary!

O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, I aft hae kiss'd so fondly! And closed for ay the sparkling glance That dwelt on me sae kindly! And mold'ring now in silent dust, That heart that lo'ed me dearly! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary ROBERT BURNS.

If the Heart Be True. Alll things can never go badly wrong If the heart be true and the love be strong; for the mist if it comes, and the weeping rain Will be changed by love into sunshine again. GEORGE MacDONALD.

JOSEPH T. MOORE, JR.

[From a Local Paper.]

When the mortal frame succumbs to the weight of added years, or after long suffering and wasting disease, though the loss of the loved one may be hard to bear, yet the surviving mourners can become partially reconciled to it as in the course of nature. But it is far otherwise when the blow falls like lightning out of a clear sky, and, without a moment's warning, strikes down a strong man in the prime of life, vigor and apparent health. Then it requires all the exercise of the deepest religious faith to see in the calamity the operation of divine goodness, or to think of it with Christian resignation.

Joseph T. Moore, Jr., second son of Joseph T. and the late Anna Leggett Moore, was born at Flushing, Long Island, on May 2d, 1862. Five years later his parents moved to this country, making their home at Norwood, a fine old brick mansion near Sandy Spring. There his early life was spent, his education being received at neighborhood schools and at Swarthmore College, Pa.

In October, 1884, he married Estelle Tyson, daughter of the late Henry and Mary G. Tyson, and settled at Pen-y-Bryn, a large farm formerly owned by the late James H. Stone, adjoining Norwood. For over twenty-one years he lived there, the singularly harmonious union being blessed with six children, two of whom died in infancy.

To tell of his achievements would almost be like writing a history of the neighborhood. He not only improved his own farm, but reclaimed many waste acres of it, transforming them into fertile and productive land. He gradually took from his father's shoulders the entire burden of managing the latter's farms; having a decided turn for machinery he sucessfully operated saw mills, grist mill, and threshing outfits, without in the slightest degree neglecting his manifold farm duties. He was prominent in starting the Enterprise Telephone Company in 1894. For the twelve years since then he was one of its most active and useful directors, during most of the time filling the responsible position of treasurer, and for some years past was both treasurer and secretary. He was a valued member of the Montgomery Farmer's Club and other societies. In all these various place and positions he preserved a modest, unassuming manner, as though he was entirely unaware of his great and growing importance to the community. He was the same courteous gentleman to all whom he met, without regard to their age, sex or station in life. He was ever ready to extend prompt and efficient help to a friend in need, whether it was to assist in raising a barn, or to send his team, or sit by a sick bed through the watches of the night. To crown all, he was at his very best in the family circle; always deferential to his parents and elders, devotedly attached to his brothers and sisters, invariably loving and considerate to his wife and daughters, he left an example that few are able to follow.

He led an absolutely temperate life, never having drunk a glass of liquor nor even using tobacco in any form. His health was excellent until a few weeks ago, when he had an attack of the grippe, which was no doubt responsible for his death, though he appeared to have about recovered. He went to bed as well as usual on the night of the 30th of March, but at two o'clock in the morning the pale messenger touched him, his death ceased to beat and his life went out instantly, without pain or struggle. A sweet and blessed way to die for him, but oh! so terribel for those who were roused from tranquil sleep to realize that the one they loved so well had left this world forever.

On Monday afternoon, April 2d, under a beautiful azure sky, with the voices of early spring in the air, the mortal remains of Joseph T. Moore, Jr., were laid to rest in a bower of evergreens and flowers, placed there by loving hands, in the graveyeard at the Friends' Meeting House, surrounded by hundreds of sincere mourners, including many colored persons, whose grief at the loss of their conscientious employer and friend was evident and genuine. It was one of the largest funerals ever held in the locality; he being without an enemy and with a host of loving friends, whose fervent prayer it is that the stricken father and the widow and orphans may find comfort in the knowledge that their lost one is held in such universally precious memory; that they may find solace in the hope of a happy reunion hereafter.

ALLAN FARQUHAR.

WALTER H. BROOKE.

Tributes by the Montgomery Club.

At a meeting of the Montgomery Club, held last Saturday, at Willow Groove, the recent death of Mr. Walter H. Brooke was noted in the proceedings of the evening.

Mr. Allan Farquhar in addressing the club said: "After thirty years of comparative immunity from great loss, the Montgomery Club has been sorely afflicted since last meeting Little did we imagine when we met two months ago at Clifton, that in a few short weeks our kind host would be in imminent peril of his life from a deep-seated malady and dangerous surgical operation, nor that his large barn, with its abundant contents of provender and farming machinery, with his mafnificent team, would be a heap of smouldering ashes.

Even this double misfortune seems but trivial after all, when compared with the greater tragedy. It is fitting that we spare a few minutes from the ordinary routine, to give testimony to the worth and character of Walter H. Brooke, to express our sorrow at this, the first break by death since our organization began, and to place a garland on the grave of one who has contributed more perhaps than any other member to the enjoyment and usefulness of our meeting. He was regular in attendance, earnest in his devotion to our interests, actively participated in the discussions, while his pleasant smile, his kind and entertaining words, his hearty hand-clasp made each one of us feel the better for his being present.

He was especially pre-eminent as a host. Whether we met at Uplands, at Highland, at Drumeldra, or at Ashton, we were sure of such a welcome as would richly repay us for a still longer ride, and the cordial warmth of his greeting was only equaled by the generous hospitality shown by himself and other members of his household.

These delightful occasions are gone forever, except as they are engraven on our memory. His other homes are occupied by strangers, while the house at Ashton is dark and desolate. His sons are scattered; his widow and daughters are now journeying across the continent to spent months in a distant State; everything sadly and irrevocably changed.

But we must not dwell on this gloomy side alone. It is not the view he would wish us to take, and it would be a better following in his footsteps for us to take up the burden of life cheerfully, thankful that he left us such a bright and noble example, and with renewed endeavor to so live that when our end comes it may be said of us as it was said of him: "His friends were all who knew him, his mourners are the whole community."

Mr. Charles F. Kirk also spoke of Mr. Brooke and said: "For the first time since our organization death has taken from us one of our number. Walter H. Brooke, one of the founders of this club, has passed away.

Mr. recollection is that it is thirty years ago in this onth that our first meeting was held at the home of Roger Brooke.

It is perhaps a singular immunity which we have enjoyed that is nearly a third of a century his is the first death we have had to mourn. The inevitable has come, and we who are left must remember that but few brief years can pass before we will follow.

While here at Willow Grove, the home of his boyhood, it seems saddest that we should first meet around his vacant chair; it is nevertheless befitting that here we give expression to our sorrow at his loss. The deep mystery of life is brought before us; how so much that was energetic, so full of life, so bright and genial can be here with us, a part of us, and then be gone from here forever, is beyond our power to comprehend. Such a loss can but strengthen our faith in another and better world. Our reason as well as our faith, tells us, that such qualities of heart and mind as he possessed cannot be lost. I do not think that I ever knew a man who seemed to feel so hindly to all his fellow men.

I believe that no man ever met him in the road and exchanged good morning with him who did not feel the better for even the brief salutation. There was about him a peculiar geniality, an atmosphere of hearty good fellowship which dispelled the clouds of cynicism and melancholy brooding, and brightened the pathway of all he met.

Since his death the words of LEigh Hunt's great poem "Abou Ben Adhem" have been often in my mind:

"What writest thou? the vision raised its head And with a look made all of sweet accord, Answered 'the names of those who love the Lord,' And is mine one? said Abou, 'Nay not so,' Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cherrly still; and said 'I pray thee then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.' The angel wrote and vanished. The next night It came again with a great wakening light And showed the names whom love of God had blessed, And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest."

Directors of the Savings Institution Take Action Upon the Death of the Secretary.

A meeting of the directors of the Savings Institution of Sandy Spring was held Wednesday of last week.

President Charles G. Porter, in opening the meeting said:

"It becomes my sad duty to announce officially the death of our Secretary, George F. Nesbitt, Jr. I am sure the Board is a unit in saying that in his death the Institution has sustained a great loss, not only as an efficient officer, but socially. By his gentle, affable manner and general deportment, he endeared himself to us all. It is indeed sad, Just as the cedar begun to tower and promise ere long to be the pride of the wood, and price among the neighboring trees, behold the ax is laid unto the root, the fatal blow is struck and all its branching honors tumble to the dust. All was done that human aid could do to arrest the fatal disease-

Consumption's moth has gnawed the web of life.

The spoiler tramples on the shattered vase,

A life of faith is thy memorial.

The golden sheaf the reaper gathers home;

Life's silver cord is loosed; the soul is free.

The golden bowl is broke; the gem restored;

The stattered pitcher crumbles at the fount;

The pulse of life stands still.

But amidst all our sorrow it is a great consolation to believe, as I really do, that his pure, exemplary life has won for him an immortal crown, and could he speak to us from that beantiful home of the osul where the silent dead in sleep profound forget life's cares, his language would be "mourn not, but rather prepare to follow me."

Mr. Charles F. Kirk addressed the meeting and said:

"Before beginning the routine of business for which this meeting is assembled, it is appropriate and proper that we, as a body, take such action as will show what we individually feel at the death of our secretary and loved friend, Georgr F. Nesbitt, Jr. The dread shadow of what was to come has been over us for the past two years, but the end, although impossible to realize, is only recently here. He was known to many of us from infancy, and at this time his whole brief life seems to come before us.

The child, the bright, joyous school boy, and later, the winsome, courteous gentleman, which he became.

The young husband and father, and then the competent man of affairs, whose locks were just touched with the gray that comes with young experience. In each and all he was true and lovable, and finally filled full "the measures of a man." Seven years ago, when the former able and competent secretary of this Institution was compelled by the stress of other business to resign his position, George F. Nesbitt, Jr., was suggested as his successor.

He was young, his capabilities in this direction unknown, but he was elected, the wisdom of the choice has since been abundantly proved. There was not a detail of our busines of which he was not master, and his comprehensive mind included the whole as well.

This is not a time for fulsome praise, but it is only giving his memory its due to say that he infused into this Institution the spirit of his denuis, and so conducted its affairs as to more than do his share toward the achievement of its present success.

In writing of his connection with an Institution like this, is is natural to refer to the qualities of his mind, but we need not forget those of the heart as well. His respect and courtesy for all; his kidness and ready sympathy for each person with whom he came in contact, told of a goodness of heart and love of his fellow men, which made him universally beloved.

It is not for us to attempt to offer consolation to his sorrowing wife and parents in these first hours of their desolation. We can only say to them that we know what they have lost, and if any words or deeds of ours could make their grief easier to bear, they would be said and done. Beyond this all must be left until God in his mercy shall show them that all things are for the best. The time will come when the softened memory of their loved one "who has gone before," while still full of sorrow will be devoid of pain; when the influence of his bright spirit will guide them here and lead them on to the fair country where all earthly hopes shall be satisfied, and all earthly sorrowing and pain shall be no more."

Mr. Henry H. Miller and Mr. George Bonifant also spoke in endearing terms of the dead secretary.

On motion the testimonials were ordered spread upon the minutes and a copy sent to the family of deceased, and the county papers.

The annual election of officers followed: George G. Porter was reelected president; W. W. Moore, vice-president and Alban G. Thomas, treasurer. Mr. Fred L. Thomas was elected secretary.

In Memory of George E. Brooke.

At a recent meeting of the Farmers' Club, in the Sandy Spring neighborhood, Mr. Charles F. Kirk, of Olney, paid the following tribute to the memory of the late George E. Brooke:

The thoughts that are uppermost in the minds of all of us this evening are not those of the material and social interests which this club of farmers was organized to foster. For thefirst time for nearly a century guests beneath this hospitable roof miss the genial presence and warm welcome of one who has just passed away. The memory of no living man runs back to the time when George E. Brooke was not the host at "Brooke Grove." Whether friend or stranger, his kindly greeting and warm, manly handclasp, made all at home under his roof tree.

The slemnity of his funeral on the beautiful Sunday evening of October 8th, attended as it was by his many friends from far and near, gave evidence of the deep sense of personal loss which each one felt. The lovely autumn evening upon which all nature seemed to pause in beauteous silence, upon which any words of man, no matter how well chosen, would have jarred, seemed most appropriate for the close of the earthly career of one who had so well filled out the destiny of man.

It is well for us who while still busy with the many duties of our active lives, have nevertheless traveled further on life's journey than we have yet to go, to pause and reflect upon the life that a man has led, who, after nearly ninety-three years, still holds his place in the hearts and minds and lives of his fellowmen. Old age did not leave him stranded by the Wayside. He held a place among us that was all his own, and the time never came when he could be spared. His character was founded upon lines that one knew that God had made; it was grand in its simplicity. His life seemed to link the present with the elemental virtues of an earlier time.

"The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth" - pause a moment and think what it means; think, among the men you know, how many fail to grasp its full significance. Think how often weakness and hypocrcisy make men fail to measure up to what it includes, and then contrast that with what you know of him. It has seemed to me for many years that his word had been the standard, the unit, by which I measured integrity and honor.

The strenuous excitement of modern life was not required for his happiness; the dawn of each bright morning, the leaves of each new spring, the flowers that blossomed, and the grain that waved, each and all appealed, to his bright, harmonious nature, which, unsullied by morbid thoughts, kept sweet and fresh through all the years as when life began.

He loved his fellowmen, rejoiced in their happiness and sympathized with their sorrows, praised their good deeds, and was lenient to their faults, excepting only that a man who was not honest in word and act was not for him. His long experience and sound judgment made his advice, which was never given unless asked, invaluable And his wonderful memory, extending from what was the early youth of the country down to the present time, accurate alike in all things he ever knew, was a marvel beyond ordinary understanding. Facts and incidents related by him were to be learned nowhere else.

He has gone where the great Creator has ordained that men shall go who have lived true lives here. This much we know; beyond that we trust. We must believe that such lives go on, that all that was so beautiful on earth cannot be lost; that in some far Valhalla those who loved on earth must meet again, that he is with the wife and children who have gone before, the wife whose memory was so sacred to him, and whom he mourned for more than twenty years, and whose gentle, gracious presence here endeared her to all who knew her; the son who passed away in early manhood, and the little children years before. All, all must be together now where parting and grief can come no more.

Edward C. Gilpin.

Mr. Edward C. Gilpin died early Monday morning at his home, Walnut Hill, near Sandy Spring. He was in his 79th year. Mr. Gilpin was born May 5, 1829, and at an early age entered the drug business in Baltimore, with Israel Graham, at Baltimore and Eutaw streets, and afterwards at Baltimore and Calhoun streets. He married in 1854 Annie Feast, the daughter of John Feast and moved West, where he remained 10 years. In 1869 he brought the farm, Walnut Hill, and had since lived there. He was prominent in everything that promoted the welfare of his county, and was director and vice-president of the Sandy Spring National Bank, also member of the agricultural clubs of the county and perhaps the oldest member of one of them. Mr. Gilpin was a nephew of the late Bernard Gilpin, of the late firm of Canby, Gilpin & Co. He leaves a widow and four children - Mrs. N. B. Hogg, of Pittsburg; Wm. H. Gilpin, Mary A. Gilpin and Clarence L. Gilpin. He was a member of the Society of Friends.

The funeral took place from his late residence "Walnut Hill" on Tuesday afternoon, March 10th. The interment was in Woodside Cemetery.

The love and esteem felt for him was evidenced by the large attendance of friends, neighbors and relatives, many of the latter coming from Baltimore and Washington.

Dr. O. Edward Janney from Baltimore, conducted the services, according to the custom of Friends. The pallbearers were: Alban G. Thomas, Asa M. Stabler, Charles F. Kirk, Josiah W. Jones, Allan Farquhar and Dr. Francis Thomas, all officers and directors of the First National Bank of Sandy Spring.

Obituary

In Memory of Mr. Gilpin

At a meeting of the board of directors of the First National Bank of Sandy Spring, held March 18, 1908, the president announced the death of our late director, Edward C. Gilpin, Allan Farquhar read the following paper which was directed to be spread upon the journal and a copy of same sent to the family of the deceased, also to the county papers.

"For the second time in the short life of this bank we are called upon to mourn the death of a vice-president and valuable director: From the very foundation of the First National Bank of Sandy Spring, Mr. E. C. Gilpin has been zealous, active and faithful to its interests; he was one of the most influential in getting it started, and though of advanced age and living a considerable distance away, he hardly ever missed a meeting in the seven and a half years since it commenced business. Even during his last illness, and within two weeks of his death, he drove here to attend the February meeting, and though his face showed the suffering he was passing through, he gave his usual careful attention to everything that went on. His judgment as to credits was to be relied on, he was well posted on all matters that came up for consideration, and in short his entire connection with the bank manifested a devotion to the call of duty that should serve as an example to those of us who are left to carry on the work.

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My Dear aged Friends, and you, my Dear young Friends of the Unbroken Bands:- "May the smile of Him, who resides in the Heaven of Heavens be upon you and against your Names in the Volume of His Will, may Happiness be written."

Cousin H.J. Moore in Meeting time of Golden Wedding at Harewood 12/24 1823

A kind and loving spirit has passed away to its "Heavenly Home"; - like a "shock of Corn, fully ripe": - they who have known and loved her for many years, will long feel the blank, her departure as made:- if she could, I think she would say to us "Weep not for me, but for yourselves;" I am at rest.

And now, Oh! Holy Father! be with this afflicted Family: - support and comfort them in this hour of Trial; and enable them to say, truthfully and resignedly, "Not my Will, Oh! Father! but thine be done." Cousin H.J. Moore at Mother Stablers funeral

Thursday November 22nd 1900

Death of Mrs. Margaret Stabler Hallowell.

Mrs. Margaret S. Hallowell, widow of James S. Hellowell. whose death occured in Philadelphia on the 22nd instant, while visiting her daughter, Mrs. Annie H. Bush, was the oldest child of Edward and Nancy Stabler, and born on the original Sandy Spring farm 76 years ago. In 1846 she was married to James S. Hallowell, who was principal of a girls' school in Alexandria, where they resided until the late Civil War, when they moved to this neighborhood and soon established a large school known as the Fulford Female Seminary.