4 SEVENTEENTH ANNIVERSARY OF THE 



It is Strange and true that human Hfe is made up 

 of the past and future circumstances and events 

 that have been and are to come. Behind us lies a 

 wide waste, strewed with the wrecks of blasted 

 hopes and wasted efforts. In our onward progress 

 we grasp at a point of time which we call the pres- 

 ent. A moment intervenes, and that moment is 

 gone forever. Often would we linger long and 

 fondly around those cherished scenes where earthly 

 joys shed their brightest rays — but in vain ; the cur- 

 rent sweeps on, and those scenes lie behind us, and 

 joys which made them bright shall be felt no more. 

 Memory belongs to the past ; it lingers among the 

 joys that are fled ; it tells of w^hat we have done in 

 the days that are gone ; it goes back to the record 

 of the past. Memory belongs to the aged. Hope 

 revels in the beauties of the morning of life, but its 

 promise is often delusive. Through the journey of 

 life, it is always sweet to review the happy scenes 

 that we have witnessed in other days : the pleasing 

 associations of childhood, the friends w^e loved, 

 the joys we felt, the affections we indulged, — all 

 come up like a sweet dream from the depths of the 

 past, and breathe a fragrance upon the spirit in the 

 later years of life. But to proceed : 



In the year 1689 a colony of French Huguenots, 

 numbering about one hundred and eighty families, 

 arrived in Carolina, settled themselves on the San- 

 tee, in St. James' Parish, and called their town 



