Celebrated His 70th Birthday

A very enjoyable occasion on Thanksgiving Day was a family gathering at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Eli W. Moore, the intention being not only to celebrate the holiday, but with it the 70th birthday of the host. The children and grandchildren, with other relatives in the city began gathering in the cool of tho morning, each bearing a token of love, and after a sumptuous dinner was served the guests were entertained by music and the following original poem by his wife, E. C. Moore:

In the pleasant land of Penn,
Several hundred miles away,
Came to earth a little stranger,
Seventy years ago today.

In a homelike Quaker hamlet,
On a bright Thanksgiving morn,
Two young parents were made happy
When their first sweet babe was born.

Never was there such a treasure
To an earthly mortal given,
Was the feeling of the parents;
Making of their home a heaven.

Every sound it made was music
To the happy couple's ears;
Sparkling diamonds were no brighter
Than the baby's falling tears.

Every motion was perfection,
So the gladly parents deemed;
Day by day the precious darling
More and more angelic seemed.

To the babe they gave the name
Of its grandsire, Eli Moore,
Grandson of Andrew, who came over
One hundred years before

From Ireland, with his family;
An old-time Quaker was his creed,
A follower of William Penn
In every act and deed.

His love of liberty and truth
Drove him from Irish soil,
Across the deep to America,
Where freedom reigns for all.

For religious persecution
He could not tolerate,
He felt 'twas right to follow
Where conscience might dictate.

And so he brought his family
To the land of William Penn,
Where they could live and worship
As best suits true brave men.

He built a home, and meeting house
Of granite hard and gray,
And both are standing where he left
Them, when he passed away.

His family grew and multiplied,
An honor to his name,
Till every state can claim a Moore,
From Mexico to Maine.

Our genealogist makes this claim,
Of twenty-live thousand Moores
Not one had died in the county house
Or entered prlson doors.

For which we all are thankful
To our Heavenly Father above,
For the start in life he gave us
In the home of brotherly love.

And our prayers are today
As we meet to celebrate,
That the final ending of our lives
Be rather good than great.

Ann Arbor, Mich., Nov. 26, 1903.