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On the cover, a note: Presented to the Library of Memorial Continental Hall by Old Belfrey Chapter, February 1924. Title: A STORY OF THE GAY FAMILY by William H Gay, Rockpoert, Illinois, 1920
Page 2-an emblem of encircled wheat
around a name Villa Grove News Print. Page 3-Preface The great historian, Macauley, uses his
expression in writing his History of England.."A people which
takes no pride in the noble achievements of their remote ancestors,
will never achieve anything worthy of being remembered withpride by
their remote descendants". I believe the expression will apply as
well to families as it does to nations, and to further preface, I
will relate a story of Marshal Ney. He was Napoleon's greatest general and
commanded the rear guard of the Grand army during the dissastrous
retreat from Moscow, the winter of 1812 and 1813. Napoleon called him the "Bravest of
the Brave". After the escape from the snows of
Russia, they were compelled to fight the great battle of Leipsig, which
until the recent World War, was deservedly called the battle of
Nations, because so many nations were there leagued against Napoleon. The
victorious Allies exiled Napoleon to the little island of Elba, in
the Mediterranean Sea, where he was permitted to keep a guard of
honor and live like a king, while Ney and the greater part of the
French army were permitted to take service with the Bourbon King whom
the Allies placed on the throne of France. But Napoleon, who could
not be satisfied with the conquest of half the world, would not be
satisfied at Elba. He plotted with his friends to recover
the throne of France. They used the violet for a pass-word. If one
asked, "Are you fond of violets", the answer was, "I
adore them". And the reponse "He will come in the Spring." And in the Spring of 1815, Napoleon
escaped from Elba and came with the violets to southern France. He issued
a stirring address, and with only a few followers, started to
Paris. Ney was ready. He issued a proclamation,
announcing that the Bourbon cause was forever lost and called on the
friends of Napoleon to join him. Regiment after regiment forgetting
their allegiance to the Bourbon King, joined Ney and they marched to
Paris. The King fled and Napoleon was again at the head of France and with
him was his favorite general, Ney. But their triump, though complete,
was short lived, for they were defeated again at Waterloo, where the
French squadrons broke themselves in vain against the English Squares. And Napoleon was again exiled, this time
to St. Helena, where he died a prisoner; but Ney was tried by
court-martial and sentnced to be shot for treason. History says he was so executed.
But a few weeks after the supposed execution, a man who called
himself P. S. Ney, landed in South Carolina and engaged in school teaching.
He was a fine horseman, an expert swordsman, and soon became popular
as a teacher. My father and one of his brothers attended his school,
taught near their place in North Carolina. They have told me that on
a certain occassion, their teached became intoxicated and boasted
that he was Marshal Ney of France. He said that a friend in high
authority had by a ruse saved him from
death at the time of the supposed execution and sent him to America. Later, the teacher was taken sick and died. While on his death- bed, knowing the end was near, he repeated the statement he had made when intoxicated. The people of the community believed the teacher's story and erected a small
monument over his grave. The Great Southern Railway has been built
near this place. They have this story in their guide books and
travelers sometimes stop there to view the grave of the old teacher who
claimed to be marshal Ney of France. Because my father and his brother
attended this old man's school and believed his story, I have incorporated
it in this, my story of the Gay family. STORY OF THE GAY FAMILY-CHAPTER-1 In olden times in Devonshire A family lived named Gay A home and lands they did acquire Also a crest they say Goldsworthy was their Manors name And in that early day It gave them quie a little fame As did the crest of Gay Now this device or coat of arms They say it was unique It sometimes told of war's alarms Before the war would break That is, it seemed to brighter grow It was a flame of fire And flames must rise, at least must try For flames must do or die. There was a motto for the crest, (Do or Die.) It caused the Gays to try It put a feeling in their breast That they should do or die. In times of peace it seemd subdued The color seemd to pale But war or peace, that signet crude Did dominate the vale. But after while, religion brought Two factions into life One creed was new the other not But all engaged in strife. They fought about their God, their King And Christ their Savior too Both sides besought their God to bring The others to their view. Now Margaret was a lovely maid from Susquehannas vale Her voice was low and sort tis said Her turth did never fail. To Corolina's sunny clime, (1770-71) They went and all seemed right But soon the crest begain to shine In fact it grew quite bright. The revolutions war was on (1776) And James said "I will go" In seven years the war was done (1783) The crest then ceased to glow. For British hatred then was rife And English emblems were Such recent cause of deadly strife They made our people swear. And family crests were laid away But since the Civil war The proudest emblems worn they say Are D. and G. A. R.
CHAPTER-II When James came home, so much was done
(1783) To show him honor due; His children all had larger grown His wife grown dearer too. In happiness they lived a while Until one sad, sad day Poor Margaret sickened, but with smile Said Good-Bye husband Gay (1796-April 17)
(Buried in Third Creek Cemetery). So in the church yard she was laid Not far from Mr. Ney They placed a stone above his head But none oer Margaret Gay. For P. S. Ney had taught their schools And taught them how to fence And other military rules Tho he made no pretence. That he had higher station borne Until one day by chance Imbiding freely, he had sworn "I'm Marshal Ney of France". How, on tha texecution morn Friends rescued him from death And how he was to freedom borne He told with dying breath Great Welllington had been his friend When he was doomed to die The bullets were withdrawn, and then The squad had aimed too high. But Ney had falled like one dead His own friends were deceived And while he was to freedom sped A corpse the grace received. For none could then view the remains Nor could respect be shown To one opposed to Bourbon aims Ney had to freedom flown. Poor James lived on for many years In sorrow and despair, For Margaret he shed bitter tears Poor Margaret good and fair. Now side by side their bodies lie Their graves unmarked, unshown, Save by that strangers grave near by Where visitors are shown. The resting place of P. S. Ney Now do not look askance! For many people there still say "Tis Marshal Ney of France. Still other Gays left Devonshire One went to Edwards Isle For their descendants I inquire I'd greet them with a smile. For all the Gays do seem of kin Except the colored race They took their names from owners when The colored folks were slaves. Another Gay left Devonshire, (John Gay
1688-1732) He went to London town He did not like to work for hire But he wond great renown (Poet and
Author) He did it with his pen 'tis said He mixed his ink with brains He sleeps with England's greatest dead In best of Englands Fanes. Westminster is his resting place His fame is quite secure And with the noblest of our race We know it will endure. And now kind friends this chapters done Heed what Macauley said Our ancestors have always won Respect with fame or bread.
CHAPTER-III The New England Branch of the Gay Family This branch of teh gay family was founded
in 1630, when John Gay of Devonshire came to America with a colony
of about one thousand Puritans. They were called the
Massachusetts Bay Colony. Our American historian, Gordy, says of
this colony, "The settled at Boston, Charlestown, Roxbury and
Watertown. Unlike the Pilgrims who came ten years earlier, they were men
of wealth and culture. Some of them were relatives of the
greatest men of the day in England. They were not Separatists in England as
the Pilgrims had been, yet they established the Independent
Congregational church in America". A geneological dictionary of New England
sayf o teh Gay family. "The greatest ornament of the Gay family of
New England was REv. Ebenezer Gay, son of Nathanial Gay, third minister
of Hingham ordained June 11, 1718, died March 18, 1787. He was the honor patriarch of the New England pulpit of that day. Eleven of
the Gay family had been graduated from Harvard in 1826, five of
whome were ministeres, while others of the family had been graduated
from other New England colleges at that time." From this
date I have written: When young John Gay the Puritan To Massachusetts came He went to work right there and then To make himself a name. There were one thousand Puritand Some of them men of fame They brought their flocks and herds with them And stores of every name. They settled at old Watertown Boston and Charlestown too Unlike their friends of near renown, (The pilgrims) They came prepared to do. They marked their impress on the state They would a nation try To build a nation was their fate For they would do or die. John Gay, a worker in that band We know that he made good And his descendants in the land Are better understood. For scholars, statesman, ministers And business men galore Who claim him and his anscestors Are found from shore to shore. One grand old soldier from that band Did long in Quincy dwell (2018 Maine St) No doubt there's many in the land Our records do not tell. But tis a fact with justice done It often has been said That all the Gays have always won Respect with fame or bread.
CHAPTER-IV The Gay family are well represented in
all the great encyclopedias of the world. John Gay, the British poet was at one
time offered a lucrative position in the Queens household which he
declined. Sidney Hammond Gay was born at Boston,
educated at Harvard, traveled, lectured for abolitionist societies,
wrote history, as managing editor of New York Tribune, studied law, but was
precluded from practice because being an abolitionist, he would
not take an oath to support the Constitution of the United Staes,
(because it at that time supported slavery). Gay Luccasse of France was considered the
greatest scientest and chemist of the century in which he lived.
For his wonderful scientific discoveries was made first a
Representative and later became a peer of France. He was a Gay, his father (Joe
Gay) having assumed the name of Luccasse when he inherited a certain
property. Miss Delphina Gay, also of France is
mentioned as a great writer of French fiction and Edward Gay of Ireland
as a wonderful painter. Many others are mentions. From this data I
have written: We cannot prove all Gays are kin For records fail to show But family ways are much the same We find, where'er we go.
John Gay, the poet's pride we hear Was hurt by England's Queen When she proposed her daughter's care In part to him be given. While Sidney Hammond studied laws But wouldn't practice when Our Constitution's Slavery clause Was put square up to him. I mention these two instances To show a family trait For sometimes stubborn insistence Does make or mar our fate. Gay Luccasse, who in science stood So far in the advance He was a Gay and he made good Became a peer of France. And many others that we know Have wond an honored name In fact the Gays where'er we go Are very much the same. In art and sciences, literature In history and romance In patriot band and travel lore They've made the world advance. Macauley's teachings were quite right In ancestry we've fame Let us keep our esrutcheons bright Perpetuate our name. That is the object of my book Perpetuate our name And should remote descendants look They must respect my aim. CHAPTER V Lines written at father's death. Tis of James Gay of Summer Hill Born of a hardy rugged race Insured to povety and toil By industry won honored place His lines of life I try to trace.
For father lived a life of toil He plowed his ground, he chopped his wood He was a true son of the soil And grew his crops as farmers should And took delight in doing good. An infant he in cradle lay While cannons roared at Waterloo At school his teacher Marshal Ney The bravest of the brave and true For Ney was to Napoleon true Instilled sound maxims in his mind Be just and true, do not turn back Nor every yield the right, but find Some wayh of helping those who lack, Be just and true and brave and kind. These maxims learned, he lived them too And practiced them as years rolled on WOuld ever find some good to do And never quit till taks was done At ninety-three his work was done. "HIS LINEAGE" Tis sometimes said that blood will tell Tho generations run James Gays descendants prove his well As ancesters begun. An ancestor for Ornage fought (1690) It was a noble cause It, libeties to England brought As well as freedoms laws. His grandsire in a Patriot band, (1776) Along with Marion's men Upheld our cause in souther land For seven years again. In eighteen twelve his father served To keep our seamen free Till Britian from her course was swerved And let our sailors be. James Gay did never serve in war But worked with might and main And grew the crops that have thus far Been thought the best for gain. He bore hardships that we feel We hardly need to know Like building fires with flint and steel Or with a string and bow. His two sons served in Civil War (1861) One rode far oer'r the plain (1865) And taught the Red Man to beware Of making war again. And eight good grandsons in the war,
(1917) That was with Germans fought They all bore rank; are all thus far Alive and well 'tis thought. Thank God who shielded them so well On earth and air and sea And brought them safely home to tell Of war with Germany. Our country will revere each name For ages yet to come Remote descendants speak their fame And say of all__"Well done". WE do believe that blood did tell While generations run God in his goodness willed us well He has since we begun. THE CAMPFIRE Comrades__we meet again tonight To join in song and story, Of how you battled for the right And to uphold "Old Glory." Now, take your Comrades by the hand And pray to God to bles them, And tell of pranks in Dixie land, But nothing to distress them. In memory go back again And watch old camp fires glowing, It may be fair, perhaps "twill rain, Or possibly be snowing. But pound your coffee in tin cups, On ramrods toast your bacon; And if you hear the pickets shots, Fall in before you waken. FOr life is not one happy dream Of beauty or of roses; And all things are not what they seem, A later day discloses. >From sixty-one till sixty-five The gage of battle given' You took it up--you're here alive-- Some comrades are in heaven. Those brave young boys, so long since
dead, Bright flowers bloom above them; Their glad young lives too soon were
sped, GOd knows how well you loved them. In all our fairest burial graounds Their noble bodies moulder, "Old Glory" marks with annual
rounds The places where they slumber. Dead comrades rest--your work is done, Your names are joined with glory; While Shiloh and Fort Donnelson Help make our Nations story. On Chicamauga's fatal field, On Lookout's heights immortal, Our comrades fought, but would not
yhield; They passed through Heaven's portal. And Chattanooga proudly known, And Missionary's story; The grandest of the battle zone, Helps wresth your names with glory. But greater than all fields of fame Or glory or dominion; Yes, nobler than all else we claim, They died to save the Union. A LEGEND OF THE MISSISSIPPI To Mississippi's noble stream A way worn band had come DeSoto walked like one in dream His haughty manner gone. He spoke thus to his men of rank My comrades brave and true Be seated on this flowery bank I've much to say to you. Behold the sun is setting Behind those western hills The toils of day forgetting We rest beside the rills. THe morn of life for laughter The moon is brighter still But eve that follows after Brings night so dark and chill. Just so myh life has been >From childhoods early day The love of gold and sin Has les me far astray. I crossed the deep blue ocean I wandered many a day O'er hill and lofty mountain That marked my lonely way. I sought the glitering treasure In many a shallow stream It fille dmy lifes last measure Has been my only dream. But now my hour has come I lay me down to die But Gods will must be done I'll go to younder sky. Where mother awent before me Where angels make their home She welcomes me to glory I never more will roam Farewell my brave adventurers Farewell ye hardy few Farewell my trusty followers I bid you all adieu. DeSoto turned and bowed his head His comrades nearer drew A moment more his spirit fled It was his last adieu. Great chieftain though you never found The gold for which you died The mighty Misssissippi bound Your name with fame beside. And see what blessings God hath brought >From what you thought had failed, That noble river's stream has wrought Such wealth that gold has paled. GOLD WORTHY FARM A beautiful valley I love With cattle so fat and sleek Neath the sycamores shade above The banks of a dear old creek. With the old swimming hole near by Where many long hours we played In the sand in the sun to lie Or rest neath the maple shade. The house stands far back from the road The pastures are green and fair On the hill a very dense wood And excellent springs are there. The land is quite fertile and good Well drained to the creek below Well protected by that great wood. From the cold north winds that blow. The shelters fro stock are well planned And placed where they ought to be There's plenty of lime stone at hand To keep up fertility. A farm well adapted to sheep Whose hoof turns the land into gold Whose fleece each year pays its keep All else is profit when sold. And swine will do well on the farm Though they requir emore care But keep them quite clean, well and warm And have some money to spare. But horses some fols say are done True they have had a long day And autos and tractors have won But the very best colts still pay. And we will still shield them from harm That they may a long time stay On this, our good Gold Worthy farm While it is held by the Gay Wm. H. Gay
---------------------------------------------------------------- A personal note of thanks to our retired
Major General H. Thomas Chandler (US ARMY) for sharing this
wonderful piece of literature with us..the Gay descendants who are
eternally searching for our past loved ones. It is an honor to have
you as a part of our list. God Bless you and your family. Sunny
Russo...And thank you Sunny for sharing this wonderful story with the
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