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Vicente A.

Javier Memorial Community College

Centro Norte, Culasi, Antique

Reporter: Freddie A. Inte Instructor: Mr. Jerwin T. Salvador


BAPTISM: 19 March 1589/90 at Austerfield, co. Yorks, England, son of William and Alice (Hanson) Bradford.
FIRST MARRIAGE: Dorothy May, on 10 December 1613 at Amsterdam, Holland.
SECOND MARRIAGE: Alice (Carpenter) Southworth, on 14 August 1623 at Plymouth.
CHILDREN (by Dorothy): John
CHILDREN (by Alice): William, Mercy, Joseph
DEATH: 9 May 1657 at Plymouth.

WILLIAM BRADFORD (1590-1657) was a founder and longtime governor of the

Plymouth Colony settlement. He migrated with the Separatist congregation to the
Netherlands as a teenager. Bradford was among the passengers on the Mayflower’s
trans-Atlantic journey, and he signed the Mayflower Compact upon arriving in
Massachusetts in 1620. As Plymouth Colony governor for more than thirty years,
Bradford helped draft its legal code and facilitated a community centered on private
subsistence agriculture and religious tolerance. Around 1630, he began to compile his
two-volume “Of Plymouth Plantation,” one of the most important early chronicles of the
settlement of New England.

Born of substantial yeomen in Austerfield,Yorkshire, England, Bradford expressed his

nonconformist religious sensibilities in his early teens and joined the famed Separatist
church in Scrooby at the age of seventeen. In 1609 he immigrated with the
congregation, led by John Robinson, to the Netherlands. For the next eleven years he
and his fellow religious dissenters lived in Leyden until their fear of assimilation into
Dutch culture prompted them to embark on theMayflower for the voyage to North



A Word To New England

- Poem by William Bradford

Oh New England, thou canst not boast;

Thy former glory thou hast lost.

When Hooker, Winthrop, Cotton died,

And many precious ones beside,

Thy beauty then it did decay,

And still doth languish more away.

Love, truth, goodness, mercy and grace-

Wealth and the world have took their place.

Thy open sins none can them hide:

Fraud, drunkenness, whoredom and pride.

The great oppressors slay the poor,

But whimsy errors they kill more.

Yet some thou hast which mourn and weep,

And their garments unspotted keep;

Who seek God's honor to maintain,

That true religion may remain.

These do invite, and sweetly call,

Each to other, and say to all;

Repent, amend, and turn to God,

That we may prevent his sharp rod.

Yet time thou hast; improve it well,

That God's presence may with ye dwell.