He said: "I always liked to go, but Mis' Wetherell has a dread of the water, ever since her brother Judson was drowned." "Was he a sailor?" I asked. "Yes, he was a sea-capt'n. He married a Philadelphy woman, and they sailed in the brig Florilla. She was wrecked on the coast of Ireland. She run on a rock, and broke her in two amidships. Her cargo was cotton, the bales floated in ashore, and formed a bridge for a second or so. The first mate and one of the sailors ran in on this bridge, but the next wave took them out and scattered them, and there was no way to save the rest. Judson and his wife, and all the crew, except the mate and one sailor, were all drowned. The mate stayed there for some time, and buried the bodies which washed ashore. He found Judson's body first, and had most given up finding his wife's, when one day she washed into a little cove, and he buried them side by side. He came here to our house, and told us all about it. It was awful. It completely upsot Mis' Wetherell. Her health has been poor for a good many year. She has bad neuralgy spells." "Come, Darby, get up! you are slower than a growth of white oaks." After several vigorous jerks, Darby started off at a long, swinging gait, and we soon reached home. Only once more did I watch the sun go down behind the western hills, lighting them up with a flood of crimson light; while a tender, subdued gleam rested for a moment on the eastern summits, like the gentle kiss a mother gives her babe, when she slips him off her arm to have his nap. * * * * * THE BELLS OF BETHLEHEM. [On hearing them in the hill country of New Hampshire, September, 1880.] "The far-off sound of holy bells." How the sweet chimes this Sunday morn, 'Mid autumn's requiem, Across the mountain valleys borne,-- The bells of Bethlehem! "Come join with us," they seem to say, "And celebrate this hallowed day!" Our hearts leap up with glad accord-- Judea's Bethlehem strain, That once ascended to the Lord, Floats back to earth again, As round _our_ hills the echoes swell To "God with us, Emanuel!" O Power Divine, that led the star To Mary's sinless Child! O ray from heaven that beamed afar And o'er his cradle smiled! Help us to worship now with them Who hailed the Christ at Bethlehem! _James T. Fields, in The Granite Monthly._ * * * * * [Illustration: Boston and Vicinity. _Compiled and Drawn by Col. Carrington_] THE SIEGE OF BOSTON DEVELOPED. BY HENRY B. CARRINGTON, U.S.A., LL.D. [Author of The Battles of the American Revolution, etc.]