can correctly say that those lessons and the training given me then were the, molding and shaping of my whole life; and times without number the recollections of those hours has deterred me from sin and wrong. Shall I again see that dear sainted grandmother? Yea, indeed I will; not many years, at most, till I shall see her and be with her in our Father’s house.

As before noted, Clement Hearne emigrated from Delaware to Kentucky in the spring of 1798; neither himself nor any of his children ever returned, and the first one of his grandchildren to return was the writer (W. T. Hearne), in May, 1891, just ninety-three years after Clement Hearne left there. You can imagine my feelings in going back, when I tell you that from my earliest childhood to mature manhood I had looked on a journey to the old land as an improbability, equally as much as a journey in the present day to Australia or Japan. For some months before I went I had been in correspondence with Mrs. Harriet Cannon, of Laurel, Del., who was of the same generation with myself, a granddaughter of Lowder Hearne and first cousin to me, as our fathers were double cousins. Sbe told me her feelings were similar to my own, having never expected a visit from us in Ky., or the West, and when she knew I was coming, her mind, she said, reverted to what she had often heard her father say about Uncle Clem, etc., which increased her anxiety and impatience to see me. When my train reached the depot in Laurel, Mrs. Cannon and quite a number of the relatives were there to meet me. While to me it seemed an ovation, to them it seemed that I was as one from the dead, and the wonder and amazement with which they looked on me created feelings that are indescribable, as well as pleasant. In a little while we had lived over the long ago, and the real enjoyment commenced. In a few days we took a carriage drive to the country, to the old churches and homes of our ancestors far the past two hundred rears.

Some three miles from Laurel we arrived at the first place of interest, the old "Christ Church," Protestant Episcopal, built away back in Colonial times, in the reign of King George. It is indeed a quaint old building of hewn logs, 40 by 6o, and weatherboarded with cypress lumber, in a good state of preservation, though never having known paint or whitewash. It has the old-style elevated

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