Quaker Monument & Cemetery

Adolphustown

The Quaker Meeting House

from “Country Life in Canada 50 Years Ago”

by Canniff Haight

It was a wooden building standing at a corner of the road, and was among the first places of worship erected in the Province. The effects of the beating storms of nearly half a century were stamped on the unpainted clapboards, and the shingles which projected just far enough over the plate to carry off the water, were worn and partially covered with moss. One would look in vain for anything that could by any possibility be claimed as an ornament. Two small doors gave access to the interior, which was as plain and ugly as the exterior. A partition, with doors, that were let down during the time of worship, divided the room into equal parts, and separated the men and women. It was furnished with strong pine benches, with backs; and at the far side were two rows of elevated benches, which were occupied on both sides by leading members of the society. I have often watched the row of broad-brims on one hand, and the scoop bonnets on the other, with boyish interest, and wondered what particular thing in the room they gazed at so steadily, and why some of them twirled one thumb round the other with such regularity. On this occasion I entered quietly, and took a seat near the door. There were a number of familiar faces in the audience. Some whom I had known when young were growing grey, but many of the well-remembered faces were gone. The gravity of the audience and the solemn silence were very impressive; but till recollections of the past crowded from my mind the sacred object which had brought the people together. Now I looked at the old bayonet marks in the posts, made by the soldiers who had used it as a barrack immediately after the war of 1812. Next, the letters of all shapes and sizes cut by mischievous boys with their jackknives in the backs of the seats years ago arrested by attention, and brought to mind how weary I used to get; but as I always sat with my father, I dared not try my hand at carving. Then, the thought came: Where are those boys now? Some of them were sober, sedate men, sitting before me with their broad-brimmed hats shadowing their faces; others were sleeping in the yard outside; and others had left the neighbourhood years ago. Then I thought of the great Quaker preacher and author, Joseph John Gurney, whom I had heard in this room, and of J. Pease, the philanthropic English banker. Then another incident of quite a different character, came to my recollection.

An Old and well known Hicksite preacher was there one Sunday (always called First Day by the friends), and the spirit moved him to speak. The Hicksite and orthodox Quakers were something like the Jews and Samaritans of old – they dealt with one another, but had no religious fellowship. The old friend had said but a few words, when one of the leaders of the meeting rose and said very gravely: “Sit thee down, James,” but James did not seem disposed to be choked off in this peremptory way, and continued. Again the old friend stood up, and with stronger emphasis said: “James, I tell thee to sit thee down;” and this time James subsided. There was nothing more said on the occasion, and after a long silence, the meeting broke up. On another occasion, a young friend, who had aspired to become a teacher, stood up, and in that peculiar, drawling, sing-song tone which used to be a characteristic of nearly all their preachers, said: “The birds of the air have nests, the foxes have holes, but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head;” and then sat down, leaving those who heard him to enlarge and apply the text to suit themselves. There was nothing more said that day. And so my mind wandered on from one thing to another, until at length my attention was arrested by a friend who rose and took off his hat (members of the society always sit with their hats on), and gave us a short and touching discourse. I have heard some of the most telling and heart-searching addresses at Quaker meetings. On this occasion there was no attempt – there could be none from a plain people like this – to tickle the ear with well-turned periods or rhetorical display.

After the meeting was over, I walked out into the graveyard. My Father and mother and two sisters lie there together, and several members of my father’s family. There is a peculiarity about a Quaker burying-ground that will arrest the attention of any visitor. Other denomination are wont to mark the last resting place of loved ones by costly stones and inscriptions; but here the majority of the graves are marked with a plain board, and many of them have only the initials of the deceased, an the rank grass interlocks its spines above the humble mounds. I remember my father having some difficulty to get consent to place a plain marble slab at the head of his father and mother’s grave. But were those who slumbered beneath forgotten? Far otherwise. The husband here contemplated the lowly dwelling place of the former minister to his delight. The lover recognised the place where she whose presence was all-inspiring reposed, and each knew where were interred those who had been lights to their world of love, and on which grave to shed the drop born of affection and sorrow. Although the pomp, the state, and the pageantry of love were her ransom, yet hither, in moments when surrounding objects were forgotten, had retired the afflicted, and poured forth the watery tribute that bedews the cheek of those that mourn “in spirit and in truth.” Hither came those whose spirits had been bowed down beneath the burden of distress, and indulged in the melancholy occupation of silent grief, from which no man ever went forth without benefit. I thought of Falconer’s lines:--

“Full oft shall memory from oblivion’s veil

Relieve your scenes, and sigh with grief sincere.”

After lingering for some time near the resting place of the dear ones of my own family, I turned away and threaded my way thoughtfully back.

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Transcriptions of Stones on the Quaker Monument

1	[illegible] PHOTO	18	MARY Wife of William Mullitt Died 12 mo 28 1845 Aged 71y 5m & 26d PHOTO	35	In memory of JOHN CLAPP, Who died May 27. 1854. Aged 76. years. PHOTO
2	Samuel T. Dorland ------- 22 8 Mon 1837 AGED 29 Yr 4 Ms PHOTO	19	M. M. PHOTO	36	In memory of DOCT. HIRAM WEEKES who died March 8. 1835: AGED 39 yrs.. 6 mo. 14 ds. PHOTO
3	MARY DORLAND DIED DEC. 6, 1878 AGED 70 Y. 3 M. PHOTO	20	SUSAN WEEKES --- 3 ---- 1822 [REC. INFO. SAYS 3 of 5^TH mo] PHOTO	37	S. C. PHOTO
4	JOSHUA PHELPS Died on the 5 of 6 month 1827 AE 45 y’rs PHOTO	21	RACHEL Wife of HENRY COLE DIED 1 Mo. 31 1862 Aged 71 yrs. PHOTO	38	SMITH Son of JOHN & SARAH CLAPP. Who died April 1846 Aged 17 years PHOTO
5	J. P. PHOTO	22	J. H. PHOTO	39	H. P. PHOTO
6	T. I. D. PHOTO	23	R. A. HAIGHT Died July 13. 1848; Aged 48 y’rs 4 mo’s & 8 d’s PHOTO	40	Henrietta phelps. Died on the 22. of 1, month 1857: AE 52 y’rs. PHOTO
7	Thomas I Dorland DIED 25. 1. Mon 1870 AGED 85 Yr 10M PHOTO	24	JANE. Wife of R. A. HAIGHT, Died July 15, 1843: Aged 26 y’rs 7 mo’s & 11 d’s. PHOTO	41	H. C. PHOTO
8	E. T. D. PHOTO	25	U. E. L. DAVID BARKER 1730-1821. HIS WIFE LYDIA SHOVE 1745-1804. PHOTO	42	HENRY Son of JOHN & SARAH CLAPP. Who died Oct. 3. 1832 Aged 8 years -------- Napanee PHOTO
9	Elizabeth T. Dorland DIED 3 9^th Mon 1820 AGED 38 Yr 9 M PHOTO	26	Bathsheba Dorland Wife of JOEL HAIGHT Born 13 of 9 mo PHOTO	43	Born 1 of ----- 1719 Died 5 of 6 M 1833 PHOTO NOTE: Check Photo. Second ‘1’ in birth year possibly a worn-down ‘4’ ?
10	John Dorland BORN 1. 4^th Mon. 1749 DIED 5. 6^th Mon 1833 PHOTO	27	N. J. C. PHOTO	44	JOHN C. Son of S. & E. HAWLEY DIED May 21. 1862. Aged 28 y. 10 m. & 15 d PHOTO
11	J. D. PHOTO	28	M. H. PHOTO	45	In memory of ELIZABETH CASEY relict of the late DOCT. HIRAM WEEKES who died Nov. 13. 1847: AGED 55 yrs 7 mo 24 d PHOTO
12	E. R. D. PHOTO	29	MARY HAIGHT DIED Nov. 19. 1856. Aged 54 Yrs. 9 mos. & 10 d’s. PHOTO	46	NANCY JANE COLE DIED 3 mo. 25, 1843 AE 17 mo & 17 d. THOMAS WILLIAM COLE DIED 3 Mo. 30, 1848 Aged 10 days TO GOOD FOR EARTH GOD CALLED THEM HOME TO HEAVEN Children of JOHN & EVERY COLE PHOTO
13	Elizabeth Ricketson Wife of JOHN DORLAND Born 8 of 9 Mo 1757 Died 13 of 11 m 1818 PHOTO	30	JEMIMAH wife of NOXSON WILLIAMS died April 15. 1838: Aged 30 y’s. 1 mo. & 5 days. -------------- also an Infant child PHOTO	47	CONSIDER M. HAIGHT Died 5^th of 8^th mo. 1838 Aged 36 y 3 m & 7d PHOTO
14	ELIZA PHELPS Died on the 10 of 8. month 1839 AE 52 y’rs PHOTO	31	AMELIA J. Wife of G HAWLEY Died April 19, 1859, AE. 20 y’rs. 5 mo’s PHOTO	48	HENRY T. INGERSOLL son of Isaac & Mary Ingersoll died May 23 1826 Aged 1 yr. 11 mo. & 4 d’s. PHOTO
15	M. D. H. PHOTO	32	R. H M. H E. H PHOTO	49	NANCY Wife of THOMAS ROBINSON. Died 2 month 4^th 1864 Aged 77 y. 1 m & 1 d. PHOTO
16	Mary Dorland Wife of ------ HAIGHT ------- 1792 PHOTO	33	In memory of RICKETESUN HAIGHT Who Departed this Life June 20. 1840. Aged 42 yrs. 6 m. & 29 d. MARY ELIZA HAIGHT Who died Aug. 18. 1841. Aged 6 yrs. 9 mo. & 11 days. ELEN JANE HAIGHT Who died July 28, 1841. Aged 3 yrs 3m & 2d PHOTO	50	IN [MEMORY OF] -------- who died -------- NOTE: May possibly be David Haight PHOTO
17	WILLIAM MULLETT Died 31 of 10^th mo 1865 Aged 96y 11m & 27d PHOTO	34	J. C. PHOTO	51	ELIZABETH SHEPHEARD Wife of Benjamin Mullett Died Oct 26, 1855. Aged 28 y.s 4m PHOTO
Also From Earlier Recorded Information: David Haight d. Aug 19 1830 age 66y 7m 5d OR d. Aug 10 1830 age 66y 1m 8d Mary Dorland died 10^th of 8^th month 1845 aged ------ Mary daughter of Andru & Elizabeth aged 4y 10m

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