On January 8, 1815, General Jackson fought a little skirmish with us down at New Orleans. That fight was successful but that was after the treaty had been signed between our commissioners. But it was unknown yet, showing how long it took in those days to get over the water here. And on the 8th of January, 1815, General Packingham came to take New Orleans, and General Jackson met him down there and they had a little skirmish.

That was the last battle fought of that war.

That treaty was ratified by the then president of the United States, in 1815. Since that we have had some very important battles, but nothing that had more to do with the settlement and the progress and the on-going of the country than those two battles, the battle of New Orleans and the Battle of Lake Erie.

I am down here for "Things that have been forgotten,' and I am about in the same fix that the Irishman was. He was begging, and the lady of the house met him at the door and said, "Why, Pat, what are you begging for, a great, stout man like you; you ought to go to work and learn to do something." He said, "Lady, if I had all the work in the world, I couldn't do it." So it is with me, if I undertook to tell all the things in the world that have been forgotten, I couldn't do it.

When we early settlers came here, a great many of the churches in the county talked "perfection." That was a great thing, and that was the teaching, along in the thirties, and later, and some of the Puritans that came over talked practically that condition. Well, it reminds me of a good story of Sam Jones, the evangelist down South. He was a reformer, an evangelist, and he had had a protracted meeting of about six weeks, and had wound up with a great many converts and it was talked and understood that everybody that he had converted was a "perfectionist." So, he thought he would test them, and he preached a stinging sermon on that subject, and he says, "Now, is there a person in this

house that believes they are perfect, a perfect man or woman, and if so, stand up." Nobody stood up.

"Now," he says, “do any of you know of a perfect man except Jesus Christ; if you do, just stand up." Nobody stood up.

"Do any of you know of a perfect woman, if you do, stand up." Nobody stood up.

"Did any of you ever hear of a perfect man?" Nobody stood up.

"Then, on the other hand, did any of you ever hear of a perfect woman; if you have, just stand up."

Way up in the gallery a little woman about middle age with a shawl over her head stood up.

"Oh, thank God," says Jones, "there is one person who has heard of a perfect woman. Now, dear sister, is it a fact that you have heard of a perfect woman?"

"Yes, it is," she said.

"Will you have any objection to telling who it was." And she said, “Oh, no, it was my husband's first wife.”

AFTERNOON SESSION.

The meeting was called to order at two o'clock by the President.

The President: The first thing on the program for this afternoon is music on the "Fiddle," by Mrs. Snow of Brecksville. She is about eighty years of age, and I know you will all enjoy it. Mrs. Snow played several pieces on an old violin, such as "Money Musk," etc., with Piano accompaniment by her daughter, Mrs. Fannie Knowlton. Applause.

The President: I notice Mr. Reuben Hall, of Dover, in the audience. He was born in a log house in Dover some eighty years ago. He belongs in my class, but he is a little at the head of the class. He is here today and he was told he might be called upon to say something, and I understand that last night, although it was Sunday night, he wrote out a few things he might say.

Mr. Reuben Hall:

Mr. President, Ladies and Gentlemen:

Last Saturday morning when I went to the Post Office to get my mail, I received a card announcing the holding of the Early Settlers' Meeting at the Chamber of Commerce today, and at the bottom of the card was written with pen and ink-"Give some reminiscences," and it was signed "M." I took that to mean our secretary, Mr. Mellen. I didn't know what I could furnish in the way of reminiscences, but come to think it over, we had four centennial celebrations in our township, in the last eleven months and I thought perhaps I might say a little something about them. The first was held at the M. E. Church at the lake on Sunday, October 9, 1910, and the exercises were a review of the religious life of Dover for the past one hundred years, Rev. Dr. Bradley of Cleveland was one of the speakers.

The next was October 10th, and was held on the spacious lawn of the Cahoon homestead at Rose Hill in Dover, and was in memory of the first resident in Dover, Amos

Cahoon and family, who came October 10, 1810, one hundred years ago. This celebration was gotten up by the Misses Cahoon, granddaughters of Amos Cahoon, and the only remaining members of a once large family. Through their hospitality there were about two hundred and fifty invited guests who sat down to a generous repast which was served under a large tent erected on the lawn, after which reminiscences were given of pioneer life. A biography of the Cahoon family by Miss Ida Cahoon was read, and addresses by Rev. Dr. Luce of the First M. E. Church of Cleveland, Judge Nye of Elyria and others.

The next centennial was at the time of the dedication of the new Congregational Church in Dover, June 3rd and 4th. The church society was organized in Lee, Berkshire Co., Mass., June 5th, 1811, with eight members, and soon after, they, with several families removed to Dover and continued their church organization under the name of the Congregational Church of Dover. On this occasion the ministers who had officiated here in former years, and who were within reach, took part in the exercises, and a very interesting paper was read by our esteemed secretary, Deacon L. F. Mellen, of Plymouth Church, Cleveland, "Early Religious Work on the Western Reserve."

The last centennial, was held at the home of Mr. Reuben Osborn at the lake, in memory of the settlement of the Osborn family here May 27, 1911. So it can be seen that the past year has been a year of centennials for Dover.

In the year 1810, my grandfather, Moses Hall, came from Lee, Mass., to Ohio, and took up land in Ashtabula, and also in Dover, and then returned to Lee, and in 1811, one hundred years ago, he and his wife and twelve children, accompanied by other families, came with their ox carts and lumber wagons over almost impassable roads, and after a journey of six weeks, arrived in the wilderness of Ohio. A part of them settled at Ashtabula, a part at Euclid, and the balance came to Dover.

A short time ago, I drew a book from the Cleveland City Library, entitled "Sketches of Western Life," written by Hon. Harvey Rice, which is very interesting, as it contains biographical sketches of some of the founders of this great city, such as