with acceptance, until the accumulation of years admonish him to retire from active duties. I refer to the Honorable Orin Sonthwick.

Junius has a quiet people, living out their full measure of a happy life, and while she rejoices at the success of her offspring, with their busy streets, far-famed manufactories, palatial hotels and residences, from which she receives indirectly many benefits, she would criticise, with parental mildness and gentleness, that exhibition of judg ment that allowed the partial construction of a railroad, that serves no purpose, but to foster the growth of weeds and afford building materials an opportunity to test the destructive action of the elements, and the wear and tear of time.

Again Junius congratulates her offspring and sisters, and as the historic blood which animated those intimately identified with the past, circulates in younger veins, we have an earnest that Junius will always rank number one, and in the future will cheerfully unite with her offspring and sisters, in celebrating any event that shall add to the prosperity of the best county, in the first State, of the greatest nation on the globe.

LODI.

The southern entrance door, through which most of the early settlers of the south part of this county entered, and whose soil was first trodden by General Sullivan's army upon his march across Seneca County.

Responded to by MR. P. V. N. BODINE, as follows:

Mr. President :

The town of Lodi occupies an honored place in the history of Sullivan's march through this county. She was the first to welcome his war-worn veterans. As they climbed from a deep ravine, on their northward march, one hundred years ago to-day, what is now the township of Lodi lay at their feet, in all its native loveliness. Their savage

foe utterly demoralized by their defeat at Newtown, had left their cabins, their cornfields and orchards to the mercy of the invaders. On their left, the waters of the lake, visible from that high bluff for a stretch of thirty miles, glinting in the morning sun, smiled them a welcome. Before them, as far as the eye could reach to the north, rose the massive forests of oak and of maple, whose giant trunks gave ample evidence to the practiced eye of a yeoman soldiery, of the depth and fertility of the soil whence they sprung. It was not strange that many a man in the rank and file of that army should register a vow in his heart, that, when peace returned, he would come again to this land of beauty and of promise, bringing with him his households gods, and make himself a home on these old hunting grounds of the Senecas. They did not forget the In after years, many of them came with their families and their oxen, along the same pathway they had before helped to hew out of the forest, and over which they had then marched with knapsack and musket, and entering this county through the town for which I have the honor to respond, built their cabins and erected their household altars, on sunny slopes and in sheltered valleys all along the line of Sullivan's march. Some of the best of them stopped in Lodi, and with strong hearts and willing hands subdued the forests and made homes and history for the future county of Seneca.

Vow.

What a contrast, sir, between then and now! There is not to-day in this region of country certainly, and perhaps not in this broad land, a rural township more beautiful for situation and outlook-not one more likely to yield ample returns to the labors of intelligent husbandry, than that of Lodi. With her feet planted in the clear waters of Seneca Lake, her once rugged slopes terraced into smiling vineyards, bearing clusters that almost rival those of Eschol, her fruitful bosom garnished with a rich and varied farming landscape of hill and vale, teeming with a

busy and intelligent population, her head rising midway between the lakes nearly a thousand feet above their level, she stands the peer, at least of her sister townships, in beauty and fertility, and in position and physical conformation she stands at the head of this county. From her highest point she can in one view, take in all there is of little Seneca, which lies below her like a jewel set in the silver fringes of the lakes, and from that same point, in one sweep of her vision, she can count Tompkins, Cayuga, Wayne, Ontario, Yates, Livingston, Steuben and Schuyler. In material wealth she cannot hope to compete with commercial centers, but I am proud to say that not one acre of her soil is mortgaged for the payment of any public bond, and her well-tilled and productive farms with their neat and commodious, and not a few elegant and costly dwellings, her thrifty villages with their churches and their schools, their shops and places of business, all give evidence not only of the thrift, but also of the culture of her people. Her moral and intellectual status is such as one would expect of a people descended from pioneers of the old Huguenot stock. The simple faith and sturdy patriotism of the fathers have descended to the children. Her sons have been honored in both the State and National halls of legislation, and have always nobly responded when called to defend, with the sword, the honor and integrity of our country. In her cemeteries, side by side, lie soldiers of the revolution, veterans of 1812, and mutilated forms borne from the battlefields of the great rebellion. We feel, sir, that Lodi is worthy of the place nature has given her, worthy of the position which history assigns her, worthy of the sentiment with which you have this day honored her. She has lived up to the measure of her privileges. Through the pluck and perseverance and patriotism of her pioneers, and the energy and intelligence of their descendants, she has realized all that the glorious campaign of Sullivan made possible for her.

OVID.

Once having the sole seat of justice of Seneca County, located upon her classic hills, shares with Waterloo, in the government of the model little County of Seneca.

Responded to by Rev. W. L. HYDE, as follows:

Mr. President :

Ovid still continues perched upon her classic hill, but the town is cut down from its original magnitude of ninety years ago. Then Ovid with Romulus and Junius, made up the entire of the military townships which now constitute Seneca County, and Ovid held within itself the present beautiful and prosperous towns of Lodi and Covert, and it seems to me, if that individual whoever he was, who named our township, had stood upon the principal eminence of our town, and had taken in the magnificent panorama of natural beauty, which stretches out in every direction, one of the most extensive and attractive to be found in this or any other land, the bright waters of Seneca on the one hand, and Cayuga on the other; swift running brooks, pouring their abundant waters into them; with parts of what are now nine counties, looming up in the distance, near or remote; a most fertile soil before him, sloping so gently toward either lake, as to give the best facilities for drainage, and to present the sweetest face to the morning or post meridian sun, he would have hesitated before imposing the name of that old Roman heathen upon this spot, and would have given it, one of those significant and musical Indian names of which we have some yet left to us, in Canoga, Kendaia, Kanadasaga, names that have in them the wildness and sweetness of notes of the forest bird, names that have the freshness of the virgin soil, and should have been left upon the soil as mementoes of its original inhabitants.

Early in the spring of the same year that Washington was inaugurated President, seven enterprising men from the northern part of Pennsylvania, four brothers Dun

lap, Joseph Wilson, Hugh Jimeson and William Roberts, after having traveled almost the entire circuit of Seneca Lake, determined to locate within the limits of the present town of Ovid. About a half mile south-west of the site of our village cemetery, they built a log cabin, as joint property, staked out their claims, sowed wheat, then leaving William Dunlap to watch their work through the long winter, they went back to Pennsylvania to return with their families in the spring. Andrew Dunlap made his permanent home on lot number eight. His barn which is still standing, and whose huge oak timbers look as if there must have been giants in the early days to handle them, served as a court house for the early settlers. We read that the twin seat of justice of Ovid, while a part of Onondaga County, in an early day, was not here in Waterloo, but in the corn house of Comfort Tyler, at Aurora. Which was the most inspiring to the lawyers of that day, the smell of hay, or of corn, history saith not, perhaps it was the juice of corn. These early settlers of our town, were energetic, industrious men, many of them of marked individuality, which they have bequeathed to their descendants.

The Dunlaps, the Kinnies, the Wilsons, the Seeleys, more intimately related to Ovid as it is now, the Halseys, Posts, Demotts, Coverts, Ditmars, Smiths and Bodines, have left their enduring record in the land on which they toiled, the institutions they helped to rear, and the character of their descendants.

How like the tale of romantic adventure, reads the story of Judge Halsey's journey from Southampton, L. I., in the year 1792; pushing his way on from Schenectady by the Mohawk, Oneida Lake, and Oneida and Seneca Rivers, to Seneca Lake, having to carry his batteaux over various portages. After reaching his point of destination, clearing up his lot, building his cabin, sowing wheat, planting the seeds of an orchard, all in this one season,