SIXTH GENERATION I o I

Doctor Hazard’s studies may not be exact; an attempt to bring Mr. Hazard back to the desired subject being answered by, “ Will you be quiet and let me talk; I am a hero-worshipper.”) Of course this is not intended as a history of Doétor Hazard, but is only given as a memorandum for future reference. Doctor Hazard married, first, his cousin Sarah,widow of Captain Daniel Gardiner, and daughter of Mayor George Hazard, of Newport. She was several years older than Doctor George, but he remedied this as far as possible, by carefully cutting from his father’s family Bible the record of his birth, a heroic and chivalrous act, which should place him among his son’s “ Heroes.” Mrs. Hazard died a few years after her marriage, leaving no children. He married, second, December 25, 1804, Mary Hoxsie. She died March 30, 1806, leaving one daughter. He mar— ried, third, May 16, 1807, Jane, daughter of Robert Hull, a remote cousin. Mrs. Jane Hazard was a remarkable woman

in many ways, energetic and capable. She

was left with a large family of children,

the youngest being but eight years old;

her resources were not large, but yet she g /

brought up her family well, and gave Myst . g.

them all a good education. Her features

were more strong than beautiful, yet her

husband when asked, “Whom do you

consider the handsomest woman in the town ? ” always answered, “Jane Hazard.” She was an interesting woman in conversation, even in extreme age: one always felt a little wiser on leaving her than one had been before the meeting. She was a shrewd observer and possessed great tact. She made no enemies, and one was apt to feel better satisfied with himself after a conversation with “ Friend Haz— ard.” She was a little proud of her heavy brown hair, that showed but few threads of silver, even at eighty years of age.

After her husband’s death, she joined the Society of Friends (having always had a strong leaning in that direction), and was a worthy member of the Society. Her son-in-law, Mr. Attmore Robinson, used to tell with delight a story of taxing his mother’s patience to its utmost capacity. He drove with her one fine, cool morning to Wickford, a distance of twelve miles, to see an old friend. The drive gave Mrs. Hazard a good appetite, and when dinner was served the “piéce de résistame” proved to be a delicious boiled ham; Mr. Robinson was asked to carve the ham, and, willing to show how well he could carve, he cut the slices so thin that one could easily see through them; Mrs. Hazard was helped as often as she dared to be helped, and as she afterward assured him, left the table hungry. When they were well on their way home, she took him to task, saying, “Att- more, when thee cuts ham for a hungry person, thee must never cut it thin.”

She was very fond of flowers. Her little garden, of which she was proud, and of which she took the entire charge, was a mass of color from the early tulip to

the late Chrysanthemum. She allowed no one to work in her garden but herself, for