by a death of calm and confident hope. With solemn and intelligent resignation, he met the last foe, and quietly fell asleep in Jesus; entering, by a beautiful coincidence, as we may comfortably hope, on the morning of the gospel sabbath, into that "rest which remaineth to the people of God."

"And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord, from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labors; and their works do follow them." He was buried in cemetery at Paris, Ky.

WILLIAM THOMAS HEARNE, fourth son of Cannon and Sally, born in Bourbon County, Kentucky, Jan. 22, 1835, was taken with his brothers, Franklin and Jonathan, Jan. 1, 1840, to live with Grandfather Clement, after our parents' death. I lived there two years, and when the brothers left, I went over to Uncle Joseph's, just across the road, and lived one year, attending school at Leesburg all the time, paying thirty-five dollars per year for board. In Feb., 1843, our sister Nancy married, and I went then and lived with her five years in Montgomery Co., Ky., working on the farm, doing chores, and going errands, such as I could when not in school, to pay board, etc. During the year 1844 I went to school with my brother Jonathan, to Mr. Dyer W. Elderkin, a New York man and a superior teacher; to attend this school we walked two and one-half miles, over hills and through farms, being in school ten hours, each day, which was the rule then, and the year lasted from Jan. 1 to Dec. 25, without any intermission whatever. The school-house was in a dense forest, built of rough-hewn sugar tree logs, the cracks chinked with stone and pointed with lime mortar, with a very rough puncheon floor and seats with no backs. In one end of the house there was a stone chimney, with a fireplace eight feet wide, and at the other end, about four feet from the floor, a log was cut out entirely across, and a window made for light, and under this was our writing desk, also made of an immense puncheon. The only holiday we had this year (1844) was one day to go to a tremendous Clay barbecue at Flat Rock, in Bourbon Co., the like of which I had never seen before or since. Thousands and thousands of people of all ages, classes, and conditions, from a dozen surrounding counties with all kinds of emblems and uniforms, flags, "coons," and staffs made of ash wood, representing Ashland, the name of the home of Henry Clay.

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