"And there was Pembina--how well we remember the day when grandpa brought home a new cow, and how we all went down to meet him, and named her and her calf, Little Dorrit, on the spot. She was the children's cow _par excellence_, and blessings on her, we could all milk at a time. She had several bad habits, one of which was eating old clothes and paper, or rubbish generally. Once I remember she made a vain attempt at swallowing a beet, and if grandpa had not come in the nick of time to beat her on the back she would have been dead beat. "Our horses, too, were a part of the family. There were Polly and Phenie, short for Napoleon Bonaparte and Josephine--Fanny and Tattycoram (we had been reading Dickens then). "I remember hearing our own mother tell of the ox they had when they lived at Traverse des Sioux, their only beast of burden, and how he used to stand and lick the window-panes, and how when the Indians shot him she felt as if she had lost a friend and companion. "If these stories of our dear animal friends grow too tiresome, I might remember about the Squill family at Hazelwood--how they all, including Timothy and Theophilus, contributed something every week to a family paper. I wonder if Theophilus remembers writing an essay for--with red ink from his arm--and how Isabella said, 'Now, be brave, Martha, be brave!' when she was letting herself down from the topmost round of the ladder--and how Isabella, when beheading the pope in her fanatical zeal, split her forefinger with a chisel. "These are a very few only of the rememberings--some of them are too sacred and too dear to speak about--but even these little incidents seem endeared by the long stretch of years." Some memories of former days were _revived_ for the older children, and _imparted_ to the younger ones, by the Father's Paper:-- I REMEMBER. As one grows old, memory is, in some sense, unreliable. It does not _catch and hold_ as it once did. But many things of long ago are the things best remembered. Often there is error in regard to dates. The mind sees the things or the events vividly, but the surroundings are dim and uncertain. What is aimed at in this paper is to gather up, or rather select, some events lying along the family line and touching personal character. The family commences with the mother. I remember well my first visit to Bethlehem, Ind., where I first met Mary, with whom I had been corresponding, having had an introduction through Rev. Dyer Burgess. That was in the spring. My second visit to the same place was in the autumn of 1836, when the school-mistress and I went on to New England together. FIRST VISIT TO MASSACHUSETTS.