with many letters and exhortations to his father to seek religion and become a follower of the lowly Nazarene, some sketches of sermons and exhortations by himself, etc. It is too long and not fully suited in its entirety for insertion in the History, but I insert some brief and pertinent extracts from it. Rev. Jacob Hearne was certainly a very odd and eccentric man, but no one can read this dairy of his without concluding that he was an extraordinary man in many respects, and a sincere and devoted Christian, willing to give his life and all his energies to the service of the Lord Jesus Christ. He says:

"This 15th day of Aug. 1867, I, Jacob S. Hearne, seat myself to write a part of my life, wishing it to be useful, both in a spiritual and temporal point of view It has done me good to meet with my relatives unexpectedly in different parts of the earth: (In his travels and labors as a minister of the gospel and as a missionary he traversed Tennessee from one end to the other, Arkansas, Illinois, Indiana, and far out among the Indians. - W. T. H.) therefore I shall mention several of their names, for the benefit of others. I was born on the 15th day of Aug. 1794, in Montgomery Co., North Carolinia, five miles north of the great fisheries on the waters of the Yadkin River; my father's name was George, and his father's name was Thomas; he was of Irish descent, and came from the eastern shores of Maryland he was in good circumstances, but lost a great deal in the Revolutionary war by talking too much and taking sides; his father was once a very wealthy merchant. (Here he is in error, as it was his grandfather who was the merchant; and this shows how easily we may get things wrong, when we have no recorded data on which to rely. - W. T. H.) My grandmother's name was Nancy, a daugther of John Wilson, a great weaver, from England. John Wilson in Indiana is a connection, as well as the Holtons and Crows in the West. This place where I now live, fourteen miles east of Lebanon, Tenn., was called "The Flower of America" fifty years ago. My mother's name was Tabitha, a daughter of Matthew Skein, from Shenandoah Co., Virginia, who was in good circumstances; he held his tongue and was not interrupted in the war. In his youth he talked Dutch, and it is likely he was of Dutch descent. My grandmother's name was Jane Lemare, I think of French descent, and some of her kin would not eat hog meat. I

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