By his directions, it was the last thing taken from his body after his death, which took place in July, 1835.

An extract from a paper found folded up with his will, a written tribute to his wife, solemn, sweet, and infinitely touching, may fitly close a romance of real life that tempts us to cavil at what sounds like the faint praise of the resolutions of the Virginia Bar, offered by Benjamin Watkins Leigh, in announcing the death of the Chief-Justice.

Therein are eulogized his "unaffected simplicity of manner; the spotless purity of his morals; his social, gentle, cheerful disposition; his habitual self-denial and boundless generosity." He is declared to have been "exemplary in the relations of son, brother, husband, and father."

Exemplary" is hardly the adjective we would employ after reading what was written in his locked study on the first anniversary of his "Polly's" departure.

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"December 25, 1832.

This day of joy and festivity to the whole ristian world is, to my sad heart, the annisary of the keenest affliction which human

ity can sustain. While all around is gladness, my mind dwells on the silent tomb, and cherishes the remembrance of the beloved object it contains.

"On the 25th of December, 1831, it was the will of Heaven to take to itself the companion who had sweetened the choicest part of my life, had rendered toil a pleasure, had partaken of all my feelings, and was enthroned in the inmost recesses of my heart. Never can I cease to feel the loss and deplore it. Grief for her is too sacred ever to be profaned on this day, which shall be, during my existence, devoted to her memory.

"I saw her the week she had attained the age of fourteen, and was greatly pleased with her. Girls then came into company much earlier than at present. As my attentions, 'though without any avowed purpose, nor so open or direct as to alarm, soon became evident and assiduous, her heart received an impression which could never be effaced. Having felt no prior attachment, she became, at sixteen, a most devoted wife. All my faults, and they were too many, could never weaken this sentiment. It formed a part of her existence. Her judgment was so sound and so

deep that I have often relied upon it in situations of some perplexity. I do not recollect once to have regretted the adoption of her opinion. I have sometimes regretted its rejection."

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was as blessed a godsend to the cadets of noble English houses two hundred and fifty years ago as are Australia, India, and Canada to-day.

Nearly every one of our "old families" that has preserved a genealogical tree, may discern the beginning of its line in a twig that grew well toward the terminal tip of the bough.

Already, careers that led to fortune and renown were becoming scarce in the mother country. The rich unclaimed spaciousness of the El Dorado across the sea attracted, in equal measure, the prudent and the ambitious.

John Chew, merchant, the younger son of a Somersetshire family of the same name, sailed from England with Sarah, his wife, in