patient was getting along he grew deeply in favor with the little family of the cottage. The young lady looked for his coming and was deeply grieved when she learned who he was, for he was the son of a baronet, a gentleman of note among the upper classes of people. He was a lovely young man, and one beloved by old and young throughout the community. He called often at the cottage. None of the inmates could tell him to come no more, as he was both manly and honest, and with each day he grew more enamored with the little lady he had saved from a cruel death. How time flew away! Soon his father, who was not noted for kindness, began to notice his son’s movements, and it soon became known to him where he wandered. As his son was of age he had him sent off to the war, as he would then get over his love passion for the little cottager, as he called the little lady his son admired. Sad was the last meeting of the young couple, as he came to bid her farewell. Many were the promises given each to prove faithful until death. Then another blow was given that household, as he in his red coat rode away leaving his promised bride to mourn the loss of one she deeply loved. Soon after came the news of the battle of Bunker Hill, and the father of this little cottage was no more. Deeply mourned the inmates for the friend and father, and also for the absence of one who seemed a true friend to all; but he was the King’s subject and had to go and leave a lover behind him to mourn his absence, as many over our land today have done, and how sorrowful the earth seems to the ones left behind. “The young man went away in hopes of a speedy return, but what a sad delusion! One year passed, then a second, and a letter came to the loved one far over the deep that her lover was slain. How deeply that little girl mourned for her supposed dead lover no human tongue can tell, and as time flew away many were the changes with the inmates of that cottage. Finally in time the mother concluded to remove her family over here to America. She wished to view the resting place of her beloved companion, and when the shadows of death came to her weary soul her form might lie in the same soil, beside her husband. Cold and stormy was the day when the noble ship set sail that bore on its bosom the widow and her children. It was the following autumn when they landed in New York, six weeks after setting sail. The widow rented a little cottage and made the place her future home. Her children both had grown to manhood and womanhood, and having a good education managed to maintain themselves respectably.” “Oh, mama, you did not tell me whether the young lady ever heard definitely about her lover’s death,” said Nettie, breaking in on her mother’s narrative.