Aug. 9, 1876, is in the State Normal School, Carbondale, Ill. My husband, Henry L. Roberts, is a farmer, and we are all Methodists.

Lenora A. Grisham, Corinth, Ill., says:

I am the daughter of James T, Hearne and Mary A. Bickers (as shown on the family tree), a granddaughter of Wm. H. and Susan Turner Hearne, I was born near Lebanon, Tenn., July 24. 1850. married Sanders Grisham Dec. 24, 1867. Children: Eldridge S., born Jan. 6. 1870, married Mollie J. Eddington, and they have one child, Stella, born Nov. 22, 1892; our next child, F. M., born July 30, 1876; the next, Minnie M.. born Jan. 23, 1878; and the last one, John H., born Aug. 6, 1886. Our occupation is farming, and we are members of the Methodist church.

The following sketch is bv Rufus P. Hearne, 1894:

"Egypt," Illinois ,is a country of no little renown, and always a "land of plenty' in every sense of the word -- plenty of corn, wheat, timber, good men, good women, bad men, bad women, and great men and women. Gen. and Mrs. John A. Logan were "Egyptians." Mr. Robert G. Ingersoll was born in Williamson Co., and so was I. I mention it in this connection, that when you note the disparity in our intellect, you may see that the average is about up to standard.

My parents. William E. and Sarah C. Hearne, moved from Lebanon, Tenn., to Marion, Ill., 1855. I was born Jan. 16, 1856, at seven o'clock in the morning: and my nurse declared to me after that I squalled lustily because breakfast was not ready. I was so persistent in my wailing that at the-last-end of two months my parents were so exasperated they named me Rufus Perkins Pingree, which, with the Hearne I inherited, makes quite a lengthy story. As I grew, my cousin, a girl, then nearly grown, "took care" of me; and my continued whine tried her so that she would pinch me on the sly (or arm), and later on she said I cried as much for the pinch as for meanness. During the summer of 1861, my father took the family to Tenn., for a visit with the "home folks," and, though I was less than six years old, I remember it well. My mother's youngest brother, Robert Irby, enlisted in the Confederate army during our stay there, and I never forgot their parting. I never saw him again, for he and an elder brother were killed during the war. My father was a "Union man," and I, as a child, could not conceive why all our folks were not on the same side.

During the next two or three years I was a great source of

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