fine horses and fine clothes and, as he had ample means at his disposal, he led a happy, care-free existence and gratified his tastes to his heart's content. There is not a foot of ground for miles around that he did not wander over in his quest for birds or on his shooting expeditions. His extravagant fondness for gay clothing led him to roam the fields arrayed in pumps, silk stockings, satin breeches, embroidered waistcoats, and belaced and beruffled shirts-all the male finery then in vogue-and one involuntarily smiles to think what a sorry bedraggled spectacle he must often have presented after an early morning ramble through the dank, dew-laden Perkiomen meadows.

The story of his meeting his neighbours, the Bakewells, and of his courtship of Miss Lucy, has been told in the account of Fatland. These were the happiest years of his life, before the shadows of adversity and financial anxiety had darkened his path.

About 1805 or 1806 he was again in France studying under the artist David. Returning to America he married Lucy Bakewell in April, 1808. Meanwhile, complications had arisen through an unworthy business associate whom his father had sent over to assist in developing the lead mine on the property. The outcome of it all was that Audubon and his bride went to Kentucky, Mill Grove was sold to the former agent and associate, Da Costa, who formed a lead-mining company of which Stephen Girard was one of the stockholders. After a short time the lead mine was abandoned and the property sold.

In 1813 Mill Grove came into the possession of the Wetherill family and with the exception of a period of fifteen years, during which it was in other hands, has remained there ever since. The present owner, Mr. William Henry Wetherill, who has the estate for a countryseat, courteously welcomes all Audubon pilgrimsand they are legion-who come to see the one-time home of the great ornithologist.

GERMANTOWN ROAD, GERMANTOWN

LOGAN

TENTON was one of the earliest and most pretentious of the countryseats of the Philadelphia neighbourhood. The estate originally comprised five hundred acres, but is now a park of some six acres surrounded by rows of the little brick

homes for which Philadelphia is widely famous. It is the connecting link between Nicetown and Germantown and is near the Wayne Junction station of the Philadelphia & Reading Railway. The Wingohocking Creek once ran through the grounds but is now conducted beneath the surface. Fine oaks, hemlocks, and pines remain about the house but an avenue of sycamores has gone.

The house is built of brick with black headers and is fifty-five by forty-two feet in dimensions with a separate range of servant quarters, kitchens, and greenhouses extending backward one hundred and ten feet farther. The doorway is reached by three curious circular stone steps firmly clamped together with iron bands. It opens into a great hall, paved with brick and wainscotted in white to the ceiling, with an open fireplace on the right. On the left is a dining-room, also wainscotted, with a cupboard for china. The fireplace in this room has blue tiles and an iron fireback ornamented with the initials of the builder, "J. L. 1728." On the right is the south parlour, also panelled, with a fireplace surrounded by pink tiles. A stately double staircase ascends beyond an archway in

the rear, on either side of which there are lofty rooms also wainscotted in white. The one on the left is a small breakfast-room reached from the front dining-room through a passageway. Upon the threshold there is a trapdoor in the floor leading to an underground passage to the barns and burying ground, a great convenience in times of stress or storm. In the hallway stands an iron chest to hold the silver, with fourteen tumblers to the lock, and over it are the wooden pegs for hats. In the rear room on the right is a large closet with a sliding top, where a person might be concealed to listen through a small opening to conversation in the hall. The most attractive room is the library on the second floor, which extends across the whole front of the house. This once contained the finest collection of books of any private library in Colonial America, presented by the collector, James Logan, to the city of Philadelphia. Here the illustrious book-loving statesman and scholar spent most of his time during his declining years. There are two fireplaces, one with blue tiles and the other with white. There is a little back stairway and two small back bedrooms for his two daughters. Each room has a fireplace. On the third floor there is no paint on the wainscot or woodwork and there is a little door under the eaves opening into a small passageway to the next room. In fact the whole house is filled with quaint nooks and corners which are the subjects of many a strange legend. On the back of a door on the third floor is cut, "Willm. Logan jun. Sail'd for England Octobr. 7th. 1763 Aetat 1-6-7" The copper boiler, the bake oven, the big fireplace, and the crane are still to be seen in the kitchen, as well as the dovecote on its exterior.