removed to a large farm near Wartrace, Tennessee, where Mr. Cleveland died in the spring of 1876. Soon after Mrs. Cleveland and her unmarried children left Tennessee, and before making a new home spent some years in travel. They visited the Centennial Exposition, and gratified a long-cherished desire to see something of lands beyond the sea, and during an extensive tour in England, Ireland, Scotland and the Continent, Mrs. Cleveland never lost a day from illness, and enjoyed the sight-seeing quite as much as her younger companions. She was then 61.

Mrs. Cleveland finally made her home in the pretty little town of Marietta, Georgia. Here the industry which in war times had found its outlet in practical channels, now was productive of artistic results, and instead of knitting stockings for her family, numberless shawls, afghans, &c., have been the work of her needles, the last article a baby-blanket for a greatgreat-great-niece lately came to town. Few of the younger generation can excel the exquisite embroideries she has done for children and friends. The large and valuable library was at the service of many, who enjoyed its privileges, until an excellent public library supplied the citizens with mental pabulum. The love of flowers has been almost a passion with her, and her garden has given pleasure not only to friends, but to strangers, especially Northern invalids, who have often been welcomed within her gates. The summers were often spent in travel, and once during a stay among the mountains of North Carolina we enjoyed a horse-back ride with her to a mountain outlook, and shall not soon forget the picture presented by our gray-haired companion of 67 as she sat composedly upon a rather tall horse, enjoying the grand scene before us, horse and rider touched by the afternoon sun, while far below great storm clouds chased each other across the plains of South Carolina, their sombre masses rent by vivid flashes of lightning, followed by peals of thunder that made the horses tremble. It is easy to believe that this Daughter of the Revolution, had she lived in those earlier days, would have ridden to warn the neighbors of an approaching foe as fearlessly as she rode up those rough mountain paths and faced the storm which threatened to overtake us.

Lord Macaulay said: "A people which takes no pride in the noble achievements of remote ancestors will never achieve anything worthy to be remembered by remote descendants." We think Mrs. Cleveland has some cause to "take pride in" near a well as "remote ancestors." Her father, Rev. Henry Wright, was the youngest, but one, of the fourten children of Jonathan and Sarah Plimpton Wright, of Medfield, Massachusetts, where he was born, June 6, 1752. He was a student at Harvard College, when the battle of Concord was fought, and wrote the following account in his diary: "After the British Fleet and Army had blockaded and taken possession of the town of Boston, the Congress of Massachusetts Bay issued a warning to persons within 30 miles of Boston, 'to equip themselves agreeable to Law, to exercise frequently and be ready at a minute's warning ""

(In his old age Dr. Wight frequently told his grandchildren: "I was a Minute Man then, and now I am again a Minute Man, ready to leave here whenever called.")

To resume extracts from his diary, these men were to "be ready at a minute's warning to oppose the British should they land. This warrant was sent by Gen. Joseph Warren, who fell at Bunker Hill, June 17, 1775. Captain Sabin Mann, who lived at Medfield, about 20 miles distant, received this warrant about 12 o'clock April 19, 1775. At 2 o'clock the company marched to Cambridge College to meet the British on their return from Concord. Captain Mann's company arrived at the College about half an hour after sunset. As they had marched 18 miles and were much fatigued, they did not pursue the enemy. Enlisting students were issued immediate orders, and those who did not enlist in about four weeks were dismissed."

It does not require a vivid imagination to picture that company of weary Medfield citizens, resting at the College that spring evening, surrounded by excited students, eagerly discussing the situation. No railroads, no telegraphs in those days; after the battle at Concord that morning, mounted messengers were sent to alarm the neighboring towns; how fast and furiously one messenger must have ridden! How promptly Captain Mann's company responded to the summons! Henry's younger brother was drummer-boy for the Medford company.

Although one of "the enlisting students" Henry was not at once called upon for actual service. His diary records that he frequently "went to training," and he made an interesting trip to Boston, after the British had left. The minute account in his diary is too long to quote. It ends: "Saw Charleston in ashes! Went to Bunker Hill! Saw where Dr. Warren fell— his grave, where the American Boys fell in Defence of Liberty!" Thus early did those patriotic pilgrimages to Bunker Hill begin.

Another extract from this diary records: "On Sunday morning, December 8, 1776, while at public worship, an Alarm was given that the British fleet had taken possession of Newport," so Henry, his brother Moses and others, hastened to join Captain Mann's company, which had been ordered to Warwick, Rhode Island, to protect the coast. Henry mentions taking "one and one-half lbs. of powder of ye Towne Stocke." He was on the "Main Guard" for some time. Patroling the bleak New England coast in December was no play work, and it is not strange that after returning "from ye Grand Rounds with Captain Mann at 3 o'clock in the morning" in "extreme cold weather," he should record having "a bad cold." Probably his employment of "making axe handles while on fatigue duty," "cooking for his mess" and "mending his breeches" was light work in comparison. We are glad to learn they had both "singing and prayers" while "in barracks." Though a British man-of-war approached Warwick Point, no landing was attempted, so Henry did not have a chance to give the enemy a taste of that gunpowder from "ye Towne Stocke." July 4, 1777, Henry was at Medfield, and writes: "The cannon goe Briskly at Boston to-day, being ye 1st Anniversary of ye Glorious Independence of these States." Four of Henry Wight's brothers served in the Revolutionary Army.

It was long before our student Henry could return to college, but he continued his studies with his pastor, Rev. Dr. Prentiss, of Medfield, teaching day school and singing school, helping the neighbors at harvest time to raise money for his college expenses. After finishing his education, he entered the ministry and was ordained over the Congregational Church of Bristol, Rhode Island, a pastorship which continued nearly

forty-four years. His grandchildren remembered him as a fine looking old gentleman; he always retained the picturesque costume of knee breeches (small clothes), black silk stockings and low shoes, and powdered hair. In the pulpit he wore "gown and bands;" he used to bow to the right and left as he walked up the church aisle, and paused to open the pew door for his wife. Always active, he rode from Bristol to Medford in 1785 to preach before his grandmother, Margaret Fairbanks Wight, then 100 years old. The distance is not known, but it is recorded that he rode all night to be there in time. He kept a diary faithfully for nearly seventy years. A small manuscript volume bears this quaint title, "The Genealogy of Henry Wight, A Book of Records concerning my Coevals and Primevals." His diary was often consulted in Bristol, and disputes as to settlements of estates, &c., were settled by reference to its pages. His account of the famous "dark-day" in New England may be of general interest.

"May 19, 1780. Some rain, smoky and a very dense fog or vapor, which caused an uncommon phenomenon. As the sun advanced to his meridian altitude, ye darkness increased until about 12.30 o'clock, when it was not as bright as good moonlight. We were obliged to eat by candlelight, after which ye darkness dispelled by degrees until sunset, and in ye eve ye darkness came on again, which added to ye night, was truly like Egyptian darkness. All nature seemed to be covered by a silent gloom, and was amazed at ye phenomenon. It was supposed by naturalists to be caused from ye air being impregnated with smoak, a lofty cloud in conjunction with a watery vapor, which hovered over the earth, there being dense and in such a position as to obstruct ye sun's rays from reaching the earth."

I cannot refrain from quoting one more entry in his diary, made when at Harvard College. "March 23, 1780. Drank tea with C. M. Gray. We disputed as to whether it is of advantage for a student while at college to be civilly conversant with the fair sex or not. We supposed it was."

Dr. Wight was fifth in descent from Thomas Wight, of the Isle of Wight, who settled in Dedham, Massachusetts, in 1637. He and some others "put to their hands to provide maintenance

for a free school in our said Towne." This was the first free school in Massachusetts supported by a voluntary tax. Among other "noble achievements" of this remote ancestor, he and his sons and son-in-law subscribed for building the new brick college at Cambridge (i. e. Harvard College), so many bushels of "Endian corne" each. As Thomas Wight was one of the wealthiest men in Medfield, this shows that money was very scarce in those days, and "Endian corne" very valuable.

This love of learning continued to be a trait in the Wight family. It was the daily practice of Dr. Wight to read aloud some instructive book to his family, and many a winter evening was thus pleasantly spent. His oldest son, Rev. John Burt Wight, took a seat in the Massachusetts Legislature in 1851, chiefly that he might introduce a bill authorizing cities and towns to establish and maintain Public Libraries. This bill was the first of its kind in this country, and resulted in the fine Public Libraries of Massachusetts, the forerunners of all others. Mr. Wight died in 1883 aged over 93.

Through her father, Mrs. Cleveland is descended from Jonathan Fairbank, of Dedham; and Henry Adams, of Braintree, Massachusetts, the founder of the family that has given two Presidents to the country.

Mrs. Cleveland's mother, Clarissa Leonard Wight, born 1771, heard the boom of the cannon fired at Bunker Hill, and watched her mother, as with tears running down her cheeks, she made hurried preparations for her husband's sudden departure to join the Continental Army. In her old age Mrs. Wight delighted to tell her grandchildren of those stirring times; of the only news from the army brought by mounted messengers galloping in hot haste; of her helping to care for a wounded soldier; of the odious Stamp Act, and that her parents hastened their marriage to evade paying it but not from motives of economy; of the pledge not to eat mutton (that all the sheep might be kept for wool); and especially of the pledge not to buy nor drink tea.

Now Mr. Leonard was wealthy, and the storeroom well provided with tea purchased before the tax. Mrs. Leonard suffered from nervous headaches, and when recovering, needed a good cup of tea. She could not feel it wrong to use that