comfort and removal. But they had not gone far before the Frenchman began to sidle off, as it to turn a corner, but finding that it was no easy matter to get away from the persevering gentleman, who insisted upon being "introduced to the Madame," he made a clean breast of the whole thing, "Monsieur, I have no wife and little children, but you know when a poor man want he get nothing from the ladies unless he have one sick wife, and some poor little children. Excuse me, Monsieur, I mean no disrespect to you." No one liked a joke better than your grandfather, and being something of a tease too, he more than once slily referred to the pitiable condition of the poor Frenchman, which, although enjoyed by others, was not quite so keenly relished by the ladies, who had manifested so much interest in the welfare of the honest man, and his distressed family. You are not old enough, my dear little children, to remember how devotedly fond "Grandpa" was of children, and how they all loved him, notwithstanding he was always playing some trick upon them. Sometimes at dinner when any of your little cousins were with us and would show by the interest expressed in their faces, when the dessert was being brought in, how eager they were to be "helped," "Grandpa" would quietly and gravely say, "'Aunty,' you needn't give Peter (or perhaps it might be Charless) any of that, he is not fond of 'Charlotte Russe,'" (or whatever the nice thing might happen to be), when Peter, taken aback, half believing, half doubting, would present such a ludicrous picture, by the mingled expression of his countenance that no one present, not even little Peter himself, (when he found out it was all a joke), could avoid a hearty laugh. And thus with a thousand little ways which fascinated the children he was decidedly a favorite among them. He never forgot what he liked, and how he felt, when a boy, and could easily enter into the feelings of a boy and be a sympathizing friend and companion. I know some little boys whose parents lived on Pine Street, and although this was by no means the direct road from "the garden," they used to watch for "dear Mr. Charless'" return from that oft-frequented place in the cool of the evening, for he would be sure to come that way and stop a minute to fill their hats with peaches or apples, etc. One of these little boys, attracted one evening by a glorious sunset, which stretched its golden streaks and varied hues far and wide, lighting up the azure blue with unusual brilliancy and beauty, asked, "Mamma, is n't that like heaven?" "Something like it, I expect, my son." "There's where good Mr. Charless will go, when he dies!" said the little boy. And thus it was, even children felt the influence of such a godly life, as that of your beloved grandfather.