ation, since it is freed from a confusing repetition of similar scenes, while the time is long enough to allow an exhibition of the various sides of missionary life. The freshness of the impressions which the traveller recorded was saved from the danger of error and superficiality by the previous theoretic knowledge which his study had given him, and by the companionship of older residents.

I have not thought to raise a broken shaft over my brother's grave, for I cannot think of him as one having an untimely end, but as one who was permitted to show a rarely completed life within the compass of a few years. It was the rapid, but healthy development of his nature which induced me, with perhaps too partial an interest, to be more particular in my narrative than the reputation of the subject would naturally warBut after all, now that the record is finished, I am oppressed with the thought how inadequate must be any biography to reflect the life of a man. those who knew my brother, this book will doubtless bring back his image in many lights; for those who knew him not, I can only hope that it will make them wish that they had known him.

rant.

BOSTON, July, 1864.

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It is not growing like a tree

In bulk, doth make man better be;

Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sear:

A lily of a day

Is fairer far, in May,

Although it fall and die that night;
It was the plant and flower of light.

In small proportions we just beauties see;
And in short measures life may perfect be.

From a Pindaric Ode on the Death of Sir H. Morison.

BEN JONSON.

DAVID COIT, seventh child of Charles, and eldest of the children of Charles and Sarah Lathrop [Coit] Scudder, was born on the 27th of October, 1835, in Boston, Mass., U. S. A. The family was of Puritan origin, tracing its lineage on one side to Governor Winthrop, on the other, to a Scudder of the earliest days of Massachusetts Bay. Two brothers of the name, joining the young colony, had separated: one going to New Jersey, where his descendants abound, the other remaining at Barnstable on Cape Cod. For two hundred years this latter branch has kept its place on the sandy cape, and during most of the period has extended its name but a short distance from the original seat. Like most families similarly established, it has had little part in that westward emigration which removes the hearthstones from so many New-England homes. It is not the rich soil of the West, but the unplanted deep lying to the East, which entices the young men of Cape Cod. They sail over the seas to distant lands, or, if less