III. OMAR FLAVIUS, son of Elijah Horton and Eliza Hiney (_Isaac S._, _Elijah M._, _Elijah_, _Richard_, _John_, _David_, _Joseph I._), born in Sheshequin, Pa., 24 Aug., 1853; married in Towanda, Pa., 26 Dec., 1873, by Rev. M. C. Dean, to JEMIMA ELLIOTT, daughter of Isaac Elliott and Olive Billings, and born in Illinois 23 April, 1856. They reside at North Towanda, Pa. "My oldest brother, Alvin Le Roy, was born in Sheshequin, 2 Aug., 1846. He was married at Susquehanna Depot, Pa., 25 Feb., 1871, by Rev. L. W. Peck, to Charlotte Maria Tinsman. My 2d brother, Levi Christopher, was born 2 April, 1848; died 13 Jan., 1849. 4. Orrin Day, my brother next younger than myself, was born 17 Dec., 1850; died 8 Jan., 1864. 5. The next brother, George Harris, born 23 Nov., 1855, and my youngest brother, Guy Earl, was born 16 June, 1866."--_Letter of O. F. Horton, 1874._ LINES ON THE DEATH OF COUSIN NANCY T. HORTON. The years are passing, but their changes Do not allay our pain; For oft in the hush of the twilight hour We hear her loving voice again. We hear her step on the floor beside us, We turn to greet her there, And as we would take her outstretched hand We only meet--a vacant chair. We wander with noiseless step Again in her silent room; There are her pictures and her books, But, alas! they're shrouded in gloom. No speaking eye is there to see The beauty of earth or sky; No melody cheers our sadness But the song bird's floating by. We think of the pupils whom she loved, And taught with a teacher's pride; They too will fondly remember The days spent by her side. Oh death! why did you rob us Of the treasure we held so dear? Why did you enter again our household Claiming another victim here? Why was the work so quickly ended, Of a short but useful life? For she lived not for herself alone Amid this busy world of strife. "Simply to the cross she clung" As she stemmed the rolling tide-- With full assurance in her faith, We know she lived and died. The tears in our eyes are gathering, But we brush them sadly away; For afar in the distant future, We see an unclouded day. Yes, there we shall bind again, These sundered broken bands; There with the dearly loved and lost, We'll meet with clasping hands. We rejoice in the promise left us, That she has only gone before, For soon we shall win _our_ crown of joy, Across the vale on the other shore. E. J. P. S. ROCHELLE, ILL., April, 1876. _Eighth Generation.--Caleb I._