He died upon the homeward voyage in 1775, in sight of American shores. His son Josiah, three years old at the time of his father's death, was educated at Harvard University, became a lawyer, a member of Congress, and having filled acceptably various other offices, was at length elected President of Harvard, which position he held for fifteen years, He had a son Josiah, also a graduate of Harvard, and again the fifth Josiah in the line is a graduate of the same institution. There are other Quincys of this family who have attained celebrity. I might tell you of Edmund Quincy, who was prominent in anti-slavery circles, but I think you will find plenty of occupation for this month if you study up all these Josiahs. FAYE HUNTINGTON. [Illustration: A VERITABLE BOY BLUE.] _Volume 13, Number 34._ Copyright, 1886, by D. LOTHROP & CO. _June 26, 1886._ THE PANSY. [Illustration: AN ENGLISH STILE.] ST. GEORGE AND THE DRAGON. BY MARGARET SIDNEY. VIII. A BOY, breathless from long running, rushed into Mrs. Allen's arms as she turned away from the sitting-room window with a sigh. "Why, here you are!" she exclaimed in a joyous burst. "The fellows are in some sort of a scrape," gasped the boy, careful of his words; "can't get home--I'm going to tell their mothers--" Mrs. Allen looked at her empty arms, turned and went out to the kitchen. "Ann, you may put on the tea; we will not wait for George Edward." "Land! he just raced in, red as a boiled lobster," cried Ann with the privilege of a favored servant. "I know; but he is off again, on an errand that had to be attended to--put on the tea, and ring the bell." It was some time before the son of the family made his appearance in the Allen household again. When he did come, it was to bring a face so utterly miserable, and a pair of feet so incapacitated for further movement, that his mother began to seriously question if she had done the wise thing to allow him to be the deliverer of the several messages. The first thing to do now, however, was to get the boy to bed; so with the aid of Ann's hot oatmeal gruel, George Edward was assisted by father and mother on either side, up to his pretty room, where he was rubbed down, pretty much as one would perform that same operation on a tired horse, till each separate and distinct joint seemed supple and elastic as was their ordinary condition, and the boy was tumbled into bed, fast asleep before his head touched the pillow. Mr. and Mrs. Allen looked at each other as they sat down in the library, and drew a long breath. "What shall we do with such a boy?" cried the mother. "He seems to carry the burdens of other boys, old people, animals, and everything that comes in his way." "Let him alone," said Father Allen shortly. "Oh! I wouldn't dare say anything," exclaimed Mother Allen, alarmed at being misunderstood; "I was only mentioning the fact."