condolence was received when the ready ear was dull and the open hand was cold in her last sleep. Some are in French, some in English. All tell the same story. One, from the widow of Audubon, begs to be allowed to look upon the face of her dear, dead friend. She died, as she had wished, in the "Napoleon bed," and in accordance with her expressed directions, her remains rested in the tea-room, during the last night she spent in the home that had been hers for fifty-five years. She died in the eighty-ninth year of her age.

A white-haired Colonial Dame, placid in a vigorous old age, the venerable homestead looks down from her sunny seat on the hill-top over a scene where naught remains unchanged of what she beheld in Mary Morris's and Madame Jumel's day, except the broad river sweeping slowly to the sea. A mighty city has rushed up to her very feet. Of the vast estate nothing is left but the lawn, sloping away from the building on four sides to as many streets and avenues.

Those who would visit it are instructed to look for it "one block east of St. Nicholas Avenue, between 160th and 162nd Streets."

The present owner, owner, General Ferdinand

Pinney Earle, has rechristened the mansion "Earle-Cliff," and on May 22, 1897, a lawnparty was given "under the auspices of the Washington Heights Chapter, D. A. R., of New York," for the benefit of the "National Fund to build the Memorial Continental Hall at Washington, D. C."

The hostess and her aides, in colonial costumes and with powdered hair and faces, received the throng of guests in a marquée spread in front of the house; refreshments were served from booths on the lawn, and the great, square cards of admission bore other attractive notices. To wit that,

An Interesting Feature of the Celebration. will be a loan Exhibition of Revolutionary Relics.

And that

A grand Lawn Concert will be given during the afternoon by a Military Band, accompanied by voices from the Children of the American Revolution.

Trained

There was music indoors also. vocalists were grouped about a piano set in the open square of the hall made by the turns of the staircase, and a bright-faced girl swayed the conductor's baton, leaning over a balustrade

that once knew the familiar touch of fair hands which have been dust for a century and more. Fashionable folk strolled and chattered in the dining-room where Washington sat down to supper, sad-eyed and haggard, on the night of September 21, 1776, and in the tea-room, beloved by M. Jumel, in which Aaron Burr was married, and where Madame lay in state thirty-three years afterward. And one of the hundreds who came and went under the cloudless sky of the perfect spring afternoon, strolled apart to a secluded nook of shrubbery to read and dream over this advertisement printed in the lower left-hand corner of the great, square blue card.

THE

im

HE Members of Washington Heights Chapter, D.A.R., are thoroughly bued with the spirit of Washington and things and incidents pertaining to the Revolutionary period, and the proposed fête champétre is in honor of a visit to the celebrated house on Washington Heights, made by President Washington, accompanied by Mrs. Washington, Vice-President and Mrs. John Adams, their son, John Quincy Adams; Secretary of State and Mrs. Thomas Jefferson, Secretary of War and Mrs. Knox, and Secretary of the Treasury, General Alexander and Mrs. Hamilton,, .