new and modern house; as I stood within its walls (as also at the old Christ Church) and meditated of the long ago and its worshippers, my feelings overcame me and I could not restrain my tears. The next point of interest, and the one of greatest interest, some two miles distant, to which we wended our way, was the old homestead of Ebenezer Hearne (1717-1785). The dwelling house had been removed some two hundred yards and converted into a barn and stable. while a new residence had been erected on the public road. At the spot where the house formerly stood are now only a few shrubs and a pile of rubbish of broken brick and mortar: the mortar as firm as cement. I brought home with me a piecc of brick and mortar as a remembrance, (the bricks were brought from Holland). Some two hundred feet distant are two old cedar-trees that have every indication of being two centuries old, and are now decaying from the top, and ends of the limbs, downward; under and around these old landmarks lie the remains of many, many of our ancestors, with no stone or distinguishing mark to designate one from another. Ebenezer and wife, and son George, are buried here, and a granite tablet for them has been erected at Greenville Episcopal Church two and one-half miles distant. We next went Mollie two miles distant, to the old farm of three hundred and fifty-three acres, deeded to Lowder Hearne, 1776. This was a much better quality of land than any I had yet visited, and the old residence house was much larger, better, and finer in all respects than any I had seen; indeed, it will compare favorably with our modern houses, and though much more than a century old, is really goad and sound vet, and is the only one of these old homesteads that is owned bv one of the Hearne family. The place is now occupied by a tenant, who lives in equally primitive style to those of a century ago, there being in the house the old-time spinning-wheels and loom, with a piece of linsey now in it, being woven, a piece of which I brought away as a remembrance, to place with other old relics I have, one of which is a piece of a flax linen bed sheet woven by my ancestress Priscilla Hearne, who died, 1796. Some little distance from the Lowder Hearne dwelling is his family burying-ground, enclosed with a substantial picket fence, and most of the graves have marble slabs wit the names of those who lie there. (Just here I note that in the fall of 1888 my brother Jona

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