it is understood, greatly scandalizing certain apostles of decorum, who do not 

 understand what it may mean to escape from a "back yard museum" into a 

 really truly museum palace. 



IN THE PATIO, LOOKING NORTHEAST 



THE MEMORIAL ADDRESS 



Given April 17th, 1922 by Miss Caroline Hazard on the occasion of the 

 unveiling of a tablet to the honor of her brother, the Honorable Rowland Gibson 

 Hazard. 



The significance of this occasion lies in the fact that we are assembled 

 to dedicate a building to the memory of a man, in a state not his own, for a pur- 

 pose which he loved, and for studies in which he was learned but which were not 

 the main objects or achievements of his life. 



My brother was a manufacturer by the ancient arts of spinning and 

 weaving, having served an apprenticeship in the woolen mills of Belgium, as well 

 as in his father's and grandfather's and great grandfather's mills of Peace Dale. 

 Slack twisted yarn to him was an abomination; fineness, evenness, firmness of 

 tissue and of life he believed in. Later the modern manufacturing arts of chem- 

 istry claimed him, with their wonderful by-products of fuel and dye stuff. His 

 father had introduced a special method of chemical manufacture into this country, 

 and my brother was largely responsible for its development. He had the vision 

 and constructive imagination which makes the leader in affairs. To take raw 

 material, whether wool, or lime, or iron, and construct from it something for the 

 service of mankind, to have the world enriched rather than seek enrichment, this 

 is the inspiring task to which the best American business men have devoted them- 

 selves. 



But to say he was a business man, even in this enlarged sense, would 

 only partly describe my brother. From early boyhood he was a nature lover. 

 What autumn mornings they were when he tramped through the frosty woods 

 to visit the traps of his own making and setting! Or the spring days with the 

 birds' nesting expeditions, when he blew his own eggs, and neatly labeled them, 



