schools, which came, under his methods, to be | known beyond the confines of his own city and State as among the most successful schools in the country. This volume sets forth the methods by which unusual results were achieved. It is a book that can not fail to interest any one, of any creed or any profession, who may open it. Mr. Haven was a very genial man, who frequently had his scholars at his house for social enjoyment, and entered as heartily into their pleasures as any boy. On one occasion when he had the scholars at his house on a summer evening to eat strawberries from his own garden, he attempted a moral lesson, which was turned most unexpectedly into a laugh, enjoyed by himself as much as by anybody. Calling the attention of the little folks, who were filling themselves with the luscious fruit, plentifully supplied with cream and sugar, Mr. Haven said, "Scholars, do you like these strawberries?" "Yes, sir," "Yes, sir," came back, in full chorus. "Well, now, I want to ask you a question. Suppose you had been passing my house, and had seen these strawberries on the vines in my garden, and you had slipped in through the gate, and taken some of them from the vines without asking permission, would they have tasted as good to you as they do now ?" "No, sir," "No, sir," was the one answer from all. "And why not?" asked the superintendent, intent on pressing home the sure drawbacks of dishonesty-" and why not?" There was a moment's pause, and then there came the unlooked-for reply, "Because, sir, we shouldn't have had any sugar and cream on them." Mr. Haven was content to let the strawber perhaps not so well known. I give it untouched: Sacred to the memory of Lady Elizabeth O'Looney, first cousin to Burke, commonly called the Sublime. She was bland, passionate, and deeply religious. Also she painted in water-colors, and sent many pictures to the Great Exhibition, and of such is the kingdom of heaven. She lived the life of the virtuous, and died of cholera morbus, caused by eating green fruit in the full hope of a blessed immortality at the early age of twenty years, 3 mos, and 16 days. Reader! go thou and do likewise! A weather-beaten stone in the quiet churchyard of Culmore, some few miles from Londonderry, gives the following information: Here lies the remains of Thomas Nicholls, who died in Philadelphia, March, 1783. Had he lived he would have been buried here. Which is only surpassed by this, from a tombstone in Ulster: To the memory of Thomas Kelly, who was accidentally shot by his brother as a mark of respect. THIS curious epitaph exists still in the That by misfortune, Shot In the 23d year of his Age, SPEAKING of epitaphs, these two have been sent to us. A tombstone in South Carolina bears the following: Here lies the body of Robert Gordon, ries have the first place in all thoughts for that At Oxford, New Hampshire: WE select from a recent English periodical the following tombstone tidbits. On a Mr. Jones, a well-known bone collector, we have the following: Here lies the bones of William Jones, Benjamin Franklin was fond, as we know, of writing quaint inscriptions for his own headstone, but he never managed to elaborate a conceit like this: On Richard Button, Esq. O sun, moon, stars, and ye celestial poles, Have graves, then, dwindled into Button-holes? Irish epitaphs form a distinct variety of the genus. They are rich, rare, and redolent of the land of bulls and blunders. Passing over that famous one which recites the virtues of the nobleman who was "father of modern chemistry and grandfather to the Earl of Cork," it is really worth while to reproduce another, To all my friends I bid adieu. A more sudden death you never knew. LITTLE Allie was a precocious youth, aged four. He was in his sister's room one day while she was "fixing" her hair, and annoyed her by passing his fingers through the long tresses, which he appeared to be attentively examining. He finally exclaimed, in a disappointed voice, "Sister Lill, I don't see the numbers." "Why, Allie, what do you mean?" said the puzzled maiden. "Didn't papa read in the Bible this morning that the hairs of the head were all numbered?'" said this literal-minded youth. DURING the last political campaign in Michigan, a well-known lawyer of that State was addressing an audience composed principally of farmers, in Gratiot County. In order to win the confidence of his hearers, he said: "My friends, my sympathies have always been with the tillers of the soil. My father was a practical farmer, and so was my grandfather | before him. I was myself reared on a farm, and was, so to speak, born between two stalks of corn." Here the speaker was rudely interrupted by some one in the audience, who exclaimed, "A pumpkin, by Jingo!" APROPOS of mining in the Black Hills, a young man of Williamsport, Pennsylvania, who went there to seek his fortune, and wrote back to his father that he had done well, added this P.S.: "I will be home on Wednesday evening. Meet me at dark, just out of town, and bring a blanket or a whole pair of trousers with you. I have a hat." THE THIRSTY STRANGER. It was a weary traveller Who came unto an inn; The best was none too good. "And let the merry peel float there, The awe-struck maid looked up afraid, Then low replied, with eyeballs wide, We keeps a temp'rance house!" think that Gaza would probably be a lunch station. "Say you start a limited express," said he, "from Port Said at 8 A.M.; she'd fetch Gaza, I should think, from what you say, about noon. Fifteen minutes for refreshments at Gaza I'm sure would pay well, and if there are sixteen thousand people there, and you run a night express, it might be a good scheme to put up a hotel and billiard-room near the dépôt. Ramleh will do first-rate for a supper stop for through passengers. I expect those who change cars would rather wait till they strike Jerusalem. I suppose they'll have to put on a sleeper before they strike the-Carmel Mountain. That's a pity: seems as if all railroads had to do this mountain scenery in the night-time." THE following statement of singular facts, recalled by a recent article in this Magazine, is contributed by Mr. George A. Hanscom, of Lowell, Massachusetts: The reading of the "Puzzle for Metaphysicians," in the June number of your Monthly, recalls to the writer the most remarkable occurrence of like nature which a nautical experience of twenty years afforded. This is another of those experiences which go to prove the occasional thinness of the curtain which limits the natural vision of mortals. In 1869 I was in Suez, in command of the British steam-ship Neera, belonging to the Bombay and Bengal Steam-ship Company-a company owning a line of steamers born of the necessities of the manufacturing world when the supply of American cotton was so largely cut off by the war of the rebellion. The line was under the management of William F. Stearns, now deceased, son of the late Professor Stearns, of Amherst College-a man who, going to India penniless, developed qualities which enabled him to rise on the flood tide of prosperity to a colossal fortune and high social position, but, as it proved, only to see his riches float out on the receding tide, and leave his family but poorly provided for at his untimely death. THE publication by Harper and Brothers of a new and superbly illustrated edition of The Land and the Book, by Dr. William M. Thomson, who for forty-five years was a missionary in Syria and Palestine, serves to turn attention afresh to that most interesting portion of the The Neera was lying in Suez roads, the canal earth. The time is almost at hand when Je- being not yet open, awaiting passengers, etc., rusalem will be as easily accessible to the tour-before sailing on her return voyage to Bomist as any city on the Continent. All the Ori- bay. The Peninsular and Oriental Company's ental modes of conveyance are to be super-steam-ship Carnatic was also about ready to seded, and instead of the mule and the camel, we shall have the railway. The route will be from Cairo to the Tigris, with a branch from Ramleh to Jerusalem. Strange indeed will be the sound of the steam-whistle among the hills and valleys of the Holy Land. And how freely will travellers begin to chat of places and scenes that for centuries have been spoken of with a certain awe! How utterly matter-offact it will soon become! An old railroad man who was recently interviewed as to the proposed route, and how it could be made to pay, said, in his dry, humorous way, that he didn't know much about the Holy Land, but he should sail for the same port, and only waiting mails and passengers. It happened that the passengers for the two steamers came across the isthmus together, and that two old friends and school-mates met, the one to join the Neera, the other the Carnatic. A day was spent by the friends, who unexpectedly met on the Egyptian desert, in recounting their experiences since they last parted, and, naturally enough, there was a good deal of badinage between them as to the comparative merits of the two steamers, and as to which should first land on the "coral strand," upon which these "griffins" were to be initiated into their duties in the "civil service," to which they had been newly appointed. The Carnatic was the first to be ready, and sailed from Suez in the morning; the Neera left early in the evening, some ten or twelve hours after the mail steamer. The night was fine, and at breakfast-time we had passed Shaduan Island, were out of the Gulf of Suez, and into the Red Sea proper. Breakfast was served on deck, under double awnings of heavy canvas. The young gentleman who had left his friend the day before seemed somewhat depressed in spirits, and during breakfast said, rather anxiously, "Captain, at what time did we stop last night?" "LOOK OUT! HE'LL SET DOWN!" distinctly, than when he said, 'The Carnatic has struck a rock, and gone down; the passengers and crew are on an island close by, all safe, and we want your ship to take them on board.' I dreamed that our ship stopped until other boats came off with the remainder of the people, and that we then proceeded." The narration of the dream made a profound impression upon the passengers, but the captain, as in duty bound, laughed it off. The young man proved a jolly sort of fellow, but was called "the dreamer" during the rest of the voyage. On arrival at Aden, five days later, before our anchor was down, we were hailed by a boat which had been dispatched from the Peninsular and Oriental office, and asked if we had any news of the Carnatic, that ship being a day overdue. We had no news to give; but our dreamer quietly remarked to me, "You may find that there is more to my dream than you supposed." A few hours completed our coaling, and we were off again for Bombay. On arrival at that port we heard the news of the loss of the Carnatic, and the circumstances were just as narrated to us two weeks before. The ship struck on a rock near Shaduan Island, some twelve hours after leaving Suez. The passengers and crew were landed on the island; the steamer subsequently slid off the rock, and went down in deep water. During the night a steamer's lights were seen by the shipwrecked crew, and a boat was sent out to inter "Stop! We have not stopped since leav- | cept her. Our dreamer's friend Morton went in ing," was the reply. "Not even to take soundings?" "No; the engines have not been eased since leaving port." The young man seemed much surprised, and finally said that he had a most vivid and remarkable dream during the night, and this he proceeded to relate in substance as follows: I "In my dream it appeared to me that the steamer was stopped during the night, and that I went on deck to ascertain the cause. saw a boat pulling off from an island to intercept us, and a lantern was waved to arrest our attention. As the boat came nearer I saw my friend Morton standing in the stern. As he came up the gangway ladder I said, 'For God's sake, Morton, what brings you here?' I never saw him plainer, nor heard his voice more the first boat; the remainder of the people were subsequently taken on board, and the rescuing steamer proceeded on her voyage to Suez. Except that another steamer, not the Neera, rescued the party, the dreamer told the story as well as it could be told to-day. It seems probable that our dreamer's vision was shown him at the very moment the shipwrecked people were embarking upon the steamer which came to their aid, and that the Neera was not ten miles from the scene at the time. It may be stated, in conclusion, to show the perfection to which the postal system of the world has arrived, that the only letter addressed to the writer which ever failed to reach him in all his twenty years' wanderings, went down in the Carnatic. NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE. No. CCCLXIV.-SEPTEMBER, 1880.-VOL. LXI. Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1880, by Harper and Brothers, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington. VOL LXL-No. 364.-32 was the richest and the last survivor of the signers of the Declaration of Independence, had two daughters. Mary, the elder, in the autumn of 1786, married Richard Caton, an English gentleman who had settled in Baltimore the previous year. Mrs. Caton was distinguished for the grace and elegance of her manners as well as for many sweet and amiable qualities. She was a particular favorite of Washington's, and one of the most charming ornaments of the Republican Court. She had four daughters, the eldest three of whom form the subject of this article. Their story is full of romantic interest. of the beautiful American won the lasting The court of the Prince Regent was the most scandalously profligate that had been known in England since the days of Charles the Second. The Prince, like the Merry Monarch, openly set decorum and decency at defiance. Among the notorious Jerseys, Conynghams, Perditas, and Mazarenes, who disgraced the court of George the Fourth, the lovely American Graces stand out in brilliant contrast in all the sweet enchantment of purest womanhood. Mary Caton, the eldest of the fair sisters, was the recognized belle of Baltimore before she had completed her eighteenth year. The exalted social position of her family, the wealth of her father and grandfather, her remarkable beauty and fascinating accomplishments, her gay and sparkling wit, and the singular charm of her address, made her hand the coveted prize of the most distinguished young men of the time. This lovely Baltimore girl had as many suitors as the fair and faithless Helen. At the age of nineteen she gave her hand to Robert Patterson, the eldest son of William Patterson, who was at that time the wealthiest merchant in the United States. The wedding took place in the private chapel of Mr. Carroll's house; Archbishop Carroll, the cousin of the bride, performed the ceremony. In those days bridal tours were unknown, but the wedding festivities were continued for several weeks, in the generous, hospitable style of the olden time. By this marriage Mary Caton became the sisterin-law of Elizabeth Patterson, the first wife of Jerome Bonaparte, some time King of Westphalia, and the most worth-going over the field, returned to Brussels less of Napoleon's brothers. Six weeks after their marriage, Mr. and Mrs. Robert Patterson sailed for England, accompanied by Elizabeth and Louisa Caton, sisters of the bride. They carried letters of introduction from the British Minister at Washington which opened to them the first circles of English society. The beauty, grace, and loveliness of the three sisters caused them to be called the American Graces. Among their acquaintances was the Duke of Wellington. The great soldier who had conquered the conqueror of Europe was himself conquered by the irresistible charms of Mrs. Patterson. The irreproachable conduct Early in the summer of 1816 Mrs. Patterson and her sisters were stopping at Brussels. The Duke of Wellington was there at the same time. The ladies were extremely anxious to visit Waterloo with the hero of that battle. After much persuasion the duke gave his reluctant consent. They spent the morning of the 18th of June (the anniversary of the battle) in late in the afternoon, and dined together. During the evening Wellington was remarkably quiet, his face wore a melancholy expression, and frequent sighs escaped him. It was the first time he had visited Waterloo since the day of the battle, and the most painful impression was made upon his mind by visiting the scene of his greatest triumph. Mrs. Patterson, in speaking of the circumstance afterward, said, great as was her desire to visit the famous spot under such favorable auspices, still she would not have asked the duke to be one of the party had she known the great distress it would have caused him. Louisa Caton, the youngest of the |