In the colonial period, says a popular writer, it was the rendezvous of the gentlemen of the town and country surrounding it. It was there that the haughty young aristocrats took snuff, fondled their hounds and probably talked over the last Assembly ball, and, mayhap, laughed about the conquests made of their colleagues by the bright eyes of the country-side belles. There still stands an old weather-boarded mansion whose antique roof and fireplaces set across the corners demand for it the reverence inspired in us by a relic of bygone days. Here in the sitting room were drawn up the articles of capitulation and surrender. It was historical long before that, as being the country residence of Governor Spottswood. Here he held his mimic court, entertaining in the most lavish and ostentatious manner his knights of the Golden Horse Shoe. Not far away is the foundation of a curious building said to have been a temple of worship built by Governor Spottswood. The spectacular taste of the governor gives this an appearance of truth which is borne up by the name of the surrounding plantation. It is called Temple Farm. PITHY POINTS FOR PONDERING PEOPLE By William J. Burtscher A dishonest man doesn’t care for honest criticism. Don’t _stop_ to think if you can think without stopping. Energy keepeth her eyes open twenty-four hours every day. Life is a chain of duties. Discharge one, and another looms up ahead. Do as you please as long as you please, as long as you please to do right. It is hard for a man to hang to the religion that he hangs on the outside of himself. While the lazy man lies in bed dreaming of success, energy gets up and hustles for it. Some people are so busy grieving over being poor that they have no time to begin to get rich. Some men are so liberal in their criticism that they forget to compliment the deeds that please. It is easy to follow the path of an optimist on account of the sunshine he leaves behind him. Work is a lazy man’s enemy. So long as he loves not his enemy religion abideth not with him. When in Rome do as Rome does—not want you to do. Do as Rome ought to do, or as right requires. The rich man is seldom as thankful for his wealth as the hungry tramp always is when a morsel of bread comes his way. While some men are waiting for a rich relative to die and leave them a fortune they could attend to business and make one. A little man brags of his bravery when the danger is past. The man who is really brave doesn’t need to brag. His friends do it for him. HISTORY OF THE HALS CHAPTER XVI By John Trotwood Moore