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lived opposite to her a short time at the Lloyd house nearly thirty years after.

We then boarded for three months at Dr. Alexander's at Howard, the present High School property, which he owned and farmed. In the spring of 1838 the trustees bought for my home, Melrose, a place of twelve acres, with a good brick house, for which they paid $3,500. It was under high cultivation, having a fine orchard of apple and peach trees, a garden, beautiful rose bushes, whence its name, and the largest pecan tree and apricot trees that I have seen. My wife had visited Clarens before, as the McKenna family, her relatives, owned it. There she had met Philip Slaughter, who introduced me to her. It was vacant when I came and the Trustees thought of buying it for $2,300, but thought it too remote.

I have been grateful every day since I came, to God and to kind friends, who have granted me such a sweet home for sixtyfour years. The Jones family were very intimate with the Masons in Washington, and when General Jones was at my house once I took him down to see Mrs. Rush, who was visiting Mrs. Cooper.

I have heard him often speak of General Washington. One raw and snowy day in the fall he said "It was on just such a day I remember that General Washington caught his death-cold." He attended his burial and I suppose was one of the last survivors of that occasion. Once, about 1858, walking up and down at my house, I heard him say, "On this very day, sixty years ago, I saw General Washington at such a place in a green velvet suit.” He had dined with Washington. I have regretted that I did not get more from him, for he had known Jefferson and all the great men of that day very well, and was a mine of information about that early time. When young we often do not appreciate how much we can learn from the old, and regret our loss when they are gone.

I heard one of his daughters ask him about General Washington. He paused and said: "He was the greatest man I ever saw; there was a majesty about him that I have never seen in another."

My wife, born in 1814, the year St. John's Church was started, was a member and a Sunday-school teacher of Old Trinity Church, built in 1829, a poor building, with a curtain near the chancel, behind which the minister changed his surplice for gown.

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Her interest in religion was first aroused by the solemn and beautiful service of the Holy Communion as celebrated by Rev. H. V. D. Johns, the brother of the Bishop, and first rector of Trinity Church. Her father attended that church, was on the building committee of the present edifice, giving one thousand dollars, and his daughter, Katharine, giving a legacy she had lately received. When his two daughters were confirmed, my wife and Mrs. Henry T. Harrison, he went up with them and stood near holding their hats. His daughter, Mrs. Matthew Harrison, was the first person married in the present church, which is like the Temple Church in London, with clerestory windows. For many years it was a bare looking building, but under the able leadership of its present rector, Rev. Richard P. Williams, it has been made very beautiful, the debt has been paid and on its seventy-fifth anniversary the church was consecrated. The communicants now number 850 and the Sundayschool 850, while the parish has 2,000 members.

I add here a letter written January 23, 1878:

MY DEAR WIFE:

On the fortieth anniversary of our marriage I feel that it is but due to you that I should address a few lines to you. Very few couples reach the fortieth year of their married life. I may at times have seemed unmindful of what I owed you, but the longer I live the more do I appreciate your faithfulness to your duties. My comfort and usefulness are largely owing to your prudent management and attention to my comfort. Our children owe to you, far more than to me, the training which has made them a blessing to us, and to others. They rise up and call you blessed.' I can only, on this day, pray that you may be spared many years to bless your family and that we may during the brief span of life that remains to us so live together in this world that in the world to come we may have life everlasting.

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I have spoken at the beginning of dear Dr. Slaughter, and will close with a letter he wrote me on my fiftieth anniversary as Professor here:

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Though absent in body I shall be present in spirit, and heartily sympathize with all that may be said and done in your honor on the semi-centennial anniversary of your faithful service in the Seminary. The good seed which you have sown has borne fruit

PHILIP SLAUGHTER.

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in the Old as well as in the New World. It must be a great comfort to you in your old age to think that the impulse which you have given to many minds is propagating in ever-widening circles in a sort of geometrical progression, and will be felt in all time and in the endless cycles of eternity. Many a young soldier of the Cross whom you helped to arm for the fight has fallen in the domestic and in the foreign field while you survive. All honor to the battle-scarred veteran who after half a century's service still holds the fort.'

In looking back over the years that are passed Isince we were first acquent,' myriads of memories come flashing like electric sparks over the wires. Among these, not the least pleasing are the memories of our wanderings to and among the Alleghaniesthe mountains with the story-telling glens, the crystal springs, the murmuring streams, and meads as dew-drops, pure and fair, which filled our souls with grandeur, melody and love. What a change!

'Faces and footsteps and all things strange;
Gone are the heads of silvery hair,

And the young that were have a brow of care.'

But these thoughts do not fit the occasion, which is one of congratulation and thanksgiving. 'Silver and gold have I none, but such as I have give I unto thee '-the offering of a loving heart.

'So blessings on your frosty pow,
John Anderson, my Joe!
John Anderson, my Joe John,
We clamb the hill thegither ;
And mony a canty day, John,
We've had wi' ane anither;
Now we maun totter down, John,
But hand in hand we'll go,
And sleep thegither at the foot,
John Anderson, my Joe.'

Faithfully and affectionately your old friend,

PHILIP SLAUGHTER.

Dr. Slaughter used to have very long family prayers, sometimes when warmed up using the Te Deum or anything beautiful. Some young men who were visiting there were kept waiting a long time and it was suggested he should shorten his prayers. He said, "Shall I leave the throne of grace for mortal man?"

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CHAPTER XIV.

BISHOPS MOORE AND MEADE.

HE life of Bishop Moore has been written, but I will speak of him as I knew him the last five or six years of his life. He was born in New York in 1762, his grandfather being an eminent merchant there and the first person buried in Trinity church-yard in 1749. He was ordained Deacon and Priest in 1787 by Bishop Provoost. He was of most attractive manners and sweet temper, and after a most faithful and most successful ministry of twenty-seven years he was elected Bishop of Virginia in 1814. He was intensely evangelical in his preaching, had strong personal magnetism and true pulpit eloquence. His manner was lively, and his voice had unusual charm and pathos. one occasion, after preaching as usual and giving the benediction, no one started to go, but remained seated in fixed and solemn attention. A member of the church arose and said: "Dr. Moore, the people are not disposed to go home. Please to give us another sermon." At its close a like scene was repeated, and the services went on through a third sermon, when he was obliged to say, "My beloved people, you must now disperse, as my strength is exhausted and I can say no more."

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It was the custom then to pay for burials as well as marriages. Often the executor was instructed to pay the minister. A funeral was not complete even in cities unless a sermon was preached, sometimes six months or a year after death, perhaps being regarded as a requiescat as in the Roman Church. Hence arose the expression which still survives to "preach the funeral.”

Bishop Moore always had a good word for everyone. Once he preached at the burial of a woman who was known as a scold, and he gave her a different character from that she had with her neighbors.

He was sent for to marry a gentleman and received a fee of fifty dollars. Some years after he was sent for to bury the wife and received one hundred dollars. Bishop Ravenscroft used to say that he received more from a man for burying his wife than for performing the marriage. Was the last fee larger because of greater

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