Other leading men among us, Have been tendered foreign duty, Have declined the proffered honors, Have been popular home magnates. These celebrities we number With the country's highest talent; They, with lesser lights, illumined Our ambition's broad horizon; These and they, our master spirits, Our auspicious hillside leaders, Offspring of the young Lancaster, Hers by birth or by adoption. Strong the cord of native friendship, Firm the bond of common birthright, Binding close the city's children, Linking all her sons together. Waning moons have well attested, Moving cycles, borne the triumphs Of her statesmen and her rulers, Of her public men and heroes. Her municipal directors, Her trustees and regulators, Her attorneys and her judges. Her executive comptrollers, Her ambassadors, electors, And her delegates intrusted, Her mechanics and inventors,-- _All_ her thinkers and her actors, Join in fellowship untarnished, Stand united in distinction. [1]Judge Robertson died at his residence in Lexington in July, 1874. SUPPLEMENT TO CANTO V. 1875. MISCELLANEOUS DATES. From stray fragments and traditions, From authenticated pages, From all evidence existing, We transcribe the names of brothers Who have served our state and county In divergent fields of labor; Who have lent their minds and bodies To the profit of their fellows. Stubborn facts and dates and figures, Chime not smoothly in my measure, Straggling history makes angles, Which do sharply turn my canto-- Which transform my major canto Into strains of minor music. Yet the story must be perfect, Of the city on the hillside; Still the awkward miscellany Must awake my bard to chanting All the song of fair Lancaster. 'Twas in seventeen hundred eighty, That there came from old Virginia To the west, a gifted preacher, Lewis Craig, a Baptist preacher, Who became a valiant champion Of that church in Garrard county. Gilbert's Creek, his chosen station, Was the scene of great revivals, And his voice proclaimed the Gospel, Till its tones were hushed forever. In seventeen hundred nine and ninety, Nathan Hall, a Presbyterian, Came to labor for the Master, In this section of Kentucky.