Legends and Memories of St John's Chapel -
Addressed to R. A. Riddick
by Major John W. Moore 

Part IV - published in the Windsor Ledger July 13, 1899
[from Author's draft in Southern Historical Collection, Chapel Hill, NC
- this particular issue missing from microfilm by NC Archives]

When old General Thomas Wynns
  After serving long and well
In Raleigh and Washington 
  Died before it  so befell;
That the long stretch of amity
  Closed with President Monroe:
Boone Felton rose to leadership
                            Among us; and it was so,                            
That he was growing day by day
  In riches and in public sway.
	
Then another tragedy
Came upon Ahoskie Ridge -
  A man of fiery spirit
Mourned a violated pledge;
  A maiden he had wooed and won,
Failed to ratify her vows.
Nor would she give one reason for
Changes that was the work of foes.
The lover almost crazed with grief,
In vain besought her for relief.

His sire had been a Tory,
  Who had led a company,
In the late Revolution:
 And had acted gallantly
Captain Fraser at the Cross Roads
 Which are yet known by his name
As a merchant long had prospered
  And outlived the olden blame.
Young Jack had scores of County friends
  To aid him in his aims and ends 
	
He brave as ee'r his father
   Was an orator of power;
And though gay and fond of pleasure,
   Was still free of taint or blame
And Felton dared not to face him--
   Who had been his friend so long.
So Jack told the bitter story,
   How this man had done him wrong.
The people too took up  the fight --
   And Boone was beaten out of sight.

With his riches and position,
  With escutcheon free of blame,
He could conjure up no reason
   That his love was not the same
She had been when she had told him
   All the tale of her young love
And he then fondly cherished hope
   That she too would fatithful prove
  But now Alas his hopes were lost
And he but of himself a ghost.

  By chance he learned in Raleigh
From extraneous sources there
   The deeply hidden secret
That had brought him to despair.
   Now the man that had been brother,
Who was then his colleague too,
   Had abused a trusting maiden
And had made her  items untrue
   For she was sister to his wife
And thus his influence on her life.
  
You can't imagine Robert
 The wild rage that filled his soul,
Nor the tide of imprecation
  That on guilty Felton rolled.
From every stump in Hertford
  Jack told all his tale of wrong;
As his foe refused his challenge
 Foulest scorn was on him flung;
So thus an object of disdain
  He only sought to hide his pain.

Jack too was wounded sorely --
  For he rallied neer again.
He sought in wild revelry
 That his hurt should not be seen.
But twas only making  soil,
   Worse with many a bitter liar;
For he that had been strong and  ?
 Died within a single year
Boon Felton too had gone the way
   We all must go some future day.

John Hamilton Fraser
   Deserved a far better fate;
So young and gay and comely
   And so trew about in debate
He was an honor to the name
   Of that Colonel who of yore,
So bravely faced our own good Whigs
  On the fields well dyed with gore.
John Hamilton of Halifax
   We honor yet for noble acts.

True he battled for the King
  And old Scotland whener he roved
But he only followed well
   The old banner he had loved
Ever since on dark Culloden
   He had sworn the King to serve.
So, when our Sires had won the fight
  Came again this man of nerve
And once again 'ruid forever friend,
   Was fore to work his aims and end.

This tale shows our forefathers
   In a pure and noble light --
Driving out men like Forneir -
   Who could murder in the night.
But for gallant, honest foe men,
  Every door stood open wide --
They were welcomed in the county,
   For which great hosts bravely died,
Knitting again the ties of yore
   And healing up each ancient sore.

There were many families
   That of old resided here
And lost to human mention
   Or their names we rarely hear.
Where are now the many Brickells?
   Leaders once in church and state;
Gone along with Cottons, Carters, 
    Montgomeries, too till late --
Were men and women widely known
  Their lutest invoce with lows begone.