me. Can't you talk without paying me a compliment? Indeed, you surpass the French in gallantry."

"I should like to pay you a greater compliment than I have ever yet had the pleasure of paying any one," he says, seriously, still gazing intently at her.

"Now, let me tell you," she puts in, mischievously, "don't be too complimentary, or I won't answer for the consequences. Remember, always remember, Mr. Johnson, that I have a will of my own. If I say I won't have any compliments, I won't."

"Your will doesn't frighten me in the least now," he replies, intent upon making his declara tion. "I shall pay you the compliment, be the consequences what they may; but I hope and trust they will be such as to make me as happy as you say you are, and as you seem to be."

“Beware! beware!" hums Mrs. Lovelace, touching the notes on the piano.

The other words of the old song come to Mr. Johnson's mind:

"Trust her not,

She's fooling thee; she fooling thee!"

Is it a warning? he thinks; can she mean this as a hint to him not to go too far, not to make a fool of himself. Whether or not it is so meant, he does not heed it. Headlong he dives into the speech he has for days been turning over in his mind.

"Have you not seen, Mrs. Lovelace," he says, passionately, laying his hand over and clasping hers, which still rests on the ivory keys, "that I im in love with you? Could you not tell from may behavior, from my conversation, that I was trying to win you? Won't you"

"But, Mr. Johnson," exclaims the widow, smiling at his excitement, "I would much rather you would not say what you were going to. Haven't I warned you? You do not yet understand me, I fear. I tell you, I have a will of my own, and I mean it."

"Mrs. Lovelace," the young man goes on, not caring in the least for her warning, "I have heard so much about your will that it has lost all its terrors. I don't care if you are a shrew, I must tell you that I love you, and that I want you to be my wife."

It is over. If he has not exactly asked her to e his, he has made her acquainted with his wishes.

He has certainly committed himself. Mrs. Lovelace hears him passively.

"No discomposure stirs her features."

She gently draws her hand from his clasp, and looks up at him with a pitying smile.

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"You are very kind, Mr. Johnson," she says, as she has said fifty times before. This is her formula. She uses it when she is offered a chair; she uses it when she is given a man's love. "You are very kind. I appreciate your compliment; but it is out of the question that I accept. woman with such a will as I have cannot marry." "But I do not mind your will," pleads the young man, earnestly. "I have no doubt you exaggerated it. I know you are as amiable as can be. Your will is only a myth."

"A myth!" she exclaims; "my will is no myth. No, Mr. Johnson, as much as I admire you as a gentleman, I could not think of marrying you. Indeed, there is a law that forbids my marrying at all—a law which states quite plainly that any woman with a will of her own shall not marry."

"I beg your pardon," exclaims Johnson, annoyed that his love should be thus made a joke of; "I don't know much about law, but I know there is no such law as that."

"But I assure you there is," replies the lady, her eyes snapping nervously as she glances first at the man before her, and then at the clock on the mantel shelf. Even as she speaks there is a most vigorous pull at the door-bell. She is on her feet in an instant, and out in the hall before Johnson can think what she is about to do. He is wondering what it all means. Why she should thus rudely leave him at a moment which to him is the most important of his life, he cannot imagine. Is she the proper person to tend the door? Is it not something extraordinary for her to be thus excited? These thoughts run through his brain in an instant. Then he hears her merry laugh, and with it comes the deep tones of a man's voice. The next moment, and Mrs. Lovelace, her face wreathed in smiles, leads into the parlor a gentleman, tall, dark and handsome, and goes with him straight to where Mr. Johnson, puzzled, bewildered, amazed, is stupidly standing in the very spot where she left him.

"Mr. Johnson," she says, smiling her sweetest, "let me present to you my husband, who has just returned from England. Perhaps you will better

understand my words of a few moments ago, better understand what I have been telling you for weeks, when I say that Mr. Lovelace's name is William, and that I consider him a Will of my own."

The next morning there is a gentle knock at Mr. Johnson's bed-room door. He has just given the finishing touches to his hair preparatory to descending to look for Mrs. Jenkins, and to inform her that he has decided to change his place of abode. He is rather surprised that any one should wish to see him thus early, and hastily pulling on his coat he proceeds to open the door. It is his sister-in-law, who, with face enshrouded in sympathy, trips quietly in, and seats herself on one side of the tumbled bed.

"I've sneaked up here to have a chat with you before you go to breakfast," she says, in a low tone. "But I'm not going to breakfast," answers he, standing with his hands in his pockets and looking very determined. "I wouldn't go into that dining-room again for any amount of money. After the fool I❞—

Somehow Mrs. Jenkins heard it, and she told Mr. Lovelace that we understood her to be a widow and Mrs. Lovelace thought it would be a capita. idea to pretend to be one. She is young, you know, and lively, and she thought it fine fun."

"It was no fun for me," puts in the young man.

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"You might have guessed she was only flirting. Any one with half an eye could have seen that.' "But I hadn't even quarter of an eye. I was in love; and love is blind." "Poor fellow!"

"Don't make fun of me," exclaims he, stopping in his walk. "Elsie, you don't know how bad I feel over this."

"I'm sure you must feel awfully. It puts you in a terribly awkward position; but then, Algy, you are not as bad off as you might be, for she has promised faithfully not to mention it to a soul, and Mrs. Jenkins has done the same. Mr. Lovelace knows nothing at all about it. I hear he was rather surprised at your confused manner when he was introduced to you, and at your hurry to get

I know all about it." "You do? Yes, of course; I knew you would. Everybody has heard it by this time. I won't stay in the house a minute longer than I can help. I don't care to be the laughing-stock of fifteen boarders. Yes, Elsie, I'm off immediately."

"Don't talk so loudly; you'll waken the folks in the next room, and I don't wish to have any one know I'm paying you such an early visit."

Algernon lowers his voice..

"Well," he says, beginning to walk up and down the room, "what is the chat to be about?" "I want to tell you," replies Mrs. Johnson, "all about this little hoax. To begin with, you remember I warned you of this widow, as we thought she was, but you wouldn't heed my warning."

"Don't throw that up to me. Its bad enough without it. I admit I have been a fool."

"All right, then, Algy. I won't mention the warning; but last night Mrs. Jenkins came to me and told me all about it. I don't know how it happened, but I took Mrs. Lovelace to be a widow when she first came here-I suppose it was because she wears mourning—and I told you she was such.

the flirtation, and you may rest assured his wife will not tell him, for they say he is exceedingly jealous. He is Mrs. Jenkins's nephew, and has been abroad for several months, something about the estate of an uncle, who died some time ago, and for whom Mrs. Lovelace is in mourning. He returns, I hear, with quite alegacy. Mrs. Lovelace has been looking for him for three weeks, ever since she came here. Yesterday she received a letter, saying by what steamer he was coming, and finding the steamer was due, she left instructions at the telegraph office to notify her of its arrival. She got the telegraph just after dinner, saying it had passed quarantine, and so she was in the parlor awaiting the appearance of her lord when you made your proposal. Now you know all about it. Surely you will not think of going away. You can't afford to leave such a good boarding-house on this account."

"No money would pay me to stay," he says, resolutely, taking up his overcoat and putting it on. "I am bent on going, Elsie. In this case, I have a will of my own."

An hour later Mr. Johnson has gone.
Mrs. Jenkins has lost a boarder.

Ebenezer Cobb, at the age of 107, quaintly | emarked, "It is not often that men die at my ge." Who and what was Ebenezer Cobb? Patchogue, N. Y.

E. O. S.

Ebenezer Cobb was born in Plymouth, Massachusetts, March 22d, 1694, and was ten years contemporary with Peregrine White, of Marshfield, the first son of New England, who was born on board the Mayflower in Cape Cod harbor, November, 1620. He died at Kingston, December Sth, 1801, aged 107 years. It is said of him that he was temperate throughout life, and declared in his last year that he had the same attachment to life as ever. Apprehending the close of his life to be approaching, he shrewdly replied to some one who made a remark upon his expected dissolu tion, "It is very rarely that persons of my age die." The quotation of our correspondent therefore admits of a correction.

Centenarian Necrology.-With this number we conclude Mr. Lyman H. Bagg's valuable and interesting articles on centenarians, in which he has brought before our readers some well-sifted facts, and related some telling points in the life and character of the happy individuals who have attained to the age of fivescore years.

A GROUP OF AGED WOMEN.

Mrs. Martha Frizzell Morey, who died at Stratford, New Hampshire, in March, 1878, in the house where she had lived more than half a century, celebrated her centennial birthday there in April, 1876, surrounded by three generations of her descendants, who had assembled from half a dozen different States. A native of Gill, Massachusetts, married at twenty-five, she lived with her husband 70 years, and bore him eight children, of whom a majority still survive. Her mother, Patty Bartlett Frizzell, lived to the age of 101. Mrs. Abigail Lovering, who died last May at Oxford, Maine, was present at the State fair on her 100th birthday, September 1st, 1876, showing people how to knit and spin, and her living descend ints were said at that time to number 161, representing four generations. She joined the Congregational Church, May 27th, 1877. Mrs. Phebe Hazard, who died at Montpelier, Vermont, last October, celebrated her 100th birthday the previous April, when her portrait was published in Harper's Weekly. Though blind for fifteen years, her health had generally been good. Mrs. Mary Ann Birch, who died at Newtown, Connecticut, the same month, had a sermon preached in honor of her 100th birthday, Sunday, November 19th, 1877, and a month later was given a public dinner at the village hotel. She left 144 descendants, and her faculties were almost unimpaired. Mrs. Desire Gregory, who died at Danbury, Connecticut, January 17th, celebrated her 100th birthday there last

August. Mrs. Fry, who died that month, at South Albion, New York, as a result of breaking her hip at Oswego a few weeks before, was born September 10th, 1770, and had often been mentioned in the papers. She remembered sleeping in the woods with scouting parties who were in pursuit of Indians during the Revolutionary war; was a persistent tobacco user, and weighed but 90 pounds.

Mrs. Lucy Nichols, who died at Waterbury, Connecticut, last January, celebrated her 100th birthday there February 17th, 1877. Born at Hamden, Connecticut, married at 21, she had nine children, and survived all save a son in whose house she died, and a daughter residing in Ohio, whom she visited there 65 years ago. 'She was always of a fretful and fault-finding disposition, and never entered a railway car." Mrs. Susanna Clark, who died at North Sharon, Maine, on the 16th of last May, celebrated her 102d birth. day December 1st, 1877. Mrs. Phebe Haley, who died. last August at North Pownal, Vermont, aged 105, lived seventy-three years with her husband, who died at the age of 90, and bore him fourteen children, of whom three sons of fourscore outlived her. "Though she was of a gentle and religious disposition, her husband and sons were of violent temper and addicted to strong drink from their youth up." Mrs. Sarah Patton, who died at Montreal in October, 1877, celebrated her 101st birthday at Chester, New Hampshire, in June, 1875, and was then described as well and active. She had been for some time known as the oldest woman in Rockingham County. Mrs. Elizabeth Allen, who died at Charleston, Rhode Island, in November, 1877, was born June 22d, 1772, at Volunton, Connecticut, the daughter of Jonathan and Mary Gates, who died before she was ten years old; and her husband, Abraham Allen, whom she married in 1795, died in 1836. The deaths of thirty-four other venerable widows can merely be catalogued in their order, with little or no remark: At Orrington, Maine, April 18th, 1877, Mrs. Ruth M. Freeman, aged 99 years, 9 months; at Wiltonville, Connecticut, May 22d, Mrs. Nancy Child, 101 years, I month, 6 days, for sixty years a resident of the village, with her son Waldo, aged 72; at Nantucket, July 3, Mrs. Mary Nevins, 100; at Albany, July 4, Mrs. Hannah Coon, 101, whose descendants comprised 61 grandchildren and more than 200 great-grandchildren; at Philadelphia, July 6, Mrs. Susan Hagues, 105; at South Lawrence, Massachusetts, July 29, Mrs. R. Bradley, 105 years, 10 months; at Ripley, Ohio, August 17, Mrs. Elizabeth Thomas, 106; at St. Joseph's Home, this city, October 10, Martha Morris, 100; at Duxbury, Vermont, November 2, Catherine Ryan, 100; at New Haven, Connecticut, November 9, Mrs. Margaret Bannon, 102; at Pierrepont, New York, about November 15, Mrs. Mary B. G. Tanner, 101 years, II months, a direct descendant of King Henry VIII.; at Charlotte, North Carolina, November 17, Mrs. Margaret Gray, 116; at Stephentown, New York, December 15, Mrs. Abigail Bennett, 100 years, 2 months; at Clinton, Maine,

January 17, 1878, Mrs Roxanna Foss, 99; at Mansfield, Massachusetts, about January 10, Mrs. Polly Sherman, 102, widow of Captain Asa Sherman, who died a few years before, aged 97; at the Samaritan Home for the Aged, this city, April 28, Sophia C. Thompson, 101; at Exeter, New Hampshire, about May 10, Mrs. Mehitabel Smith, 100; at Altoona, Pennsylvania, about May 20, Mrs. Margaret Cohill, 105; at Philadelphia (520 South 20th street), June 1, Mrs. Richel Cruger, 102 years, 5 months, a native of Berks County, whose eyes were closed by a daughter of 82; at Brooklyn (16 Schemerhorn street), about June 1, Margaret Skillman Cumberson, 101 years, 5 months, 19 days; at Billerica, Massachusetts, about July 1, Mrs. Mary Hildrith Champrey, 100, who lost her second husband nearly 50 years before; at Sterling, Massachusetts, July 20, Mrs. M. Mahan, 100; at Knowlton, New Jersey, July 26, Mrs. Mary Bartholomew, 105; at Butler, Pennsylvania, about August 20, Martha Russell, 103; at Lowell, Massachusetts in October, Mrs. True. land, 103; near Atlanta, Georgia, in October, a white woman (name not reported), 103; at Bloomington, Indiana, in November, Mrs. Nancy Slocumb, 103; at Alton, New Hampshire, in January, 1879, Mrs. Patience Avery, 100; at Graniteville, South Carolina, January 26, Mrs. Elizabeth Leopard, 107, who was able to read her Bible, without spectacles the Sunday before she died; at Worcester, Massachu setts, February 2, Mrs. Mary Cuddy, 104 years, 8 months; at the Uxbridge, Massachusetts, almshouse, March 14, Mrs. Polly Kempton, 102; at Tamworth, New Hampshire, about March 18, Mrs. Judith Beede, 102. All the foregoing are believed to have been widows, though in the case of a few names the "Mrs." is not definitely given by the record; but there still remain to be named, four centenarian maids: Miss Betsy Jones, of Royalton, Vermont, who was born March 6, 1777, and died May 2, 1877: Miss Clara Andrews, who died at Southington, Connecticut, November 2, 1877, aged 99 years, 6 months; Miss Margaret Higley, who died at South Canaan, Connecticut, last August, also in her 100th year (her mother died at 102 and her grandmother at 100); and Miss Sophia Kemper, who died January 21, at the residence of her nephew, Colonel T. R. Sitgreaves, Spring Garden street, Easton, Pennsylvania, in her 102d year, "possessed of a clear memory and unimpaired intellect up to the time of her death."

SOME ANCIENT IRISH.

William Moan, who died in this city (360 West Sixteenth street), April 30, 1878, said that he was 105 years old, that his father died at 106 and his grandfather at 116. His wife, aged 103, survived, possessed of good eyesight, jet-black hair, and sufficient strength to attend to the usual household duties. He was a British soldier in the war with France, remembered Robert Emmet and the events of '98, and came to America at the age of 80. Michael Connors, born at Limerick, in March, 1766, went to Cincinnati a dozen years ago, and died there early last summer, leaving eight children. Timothy Cronin, who died at Cheshire, Massachusetts, on the 8th of August, 1789, asserted that the records of Liscool parish, County Cork, would prove that he was born there March 2, 1774. Timothy Murphy, aged 104, died at Os good, Indiana, October 14, 1877; John Hawkins, lacking 25

days of 105 years, at Melrose, Massachusetts, June 2, 1877; John O'Brien, aged 100, at the poorhouse, in Springfield, Vermont, the same month; -Gillan, aged 107, at Attleboro Massachusetts, May 15, 1877; -Carrigan, aged 105 years, 7 months, in this city, about the beginning of 1878; John McGee, a Boston laborer, aged 109 years, 9 months, in February, 1878; Thomas Johnson, aged 106, gardener to Colonel Battersby, and son of a man who died at 115, at County Meath, in February, 1878; Michael Heffernan, aged 105 years, 9 months, one of the survivors of Vinegar Hall, at Kilmalloch, April 16, 1878. John McLaren, who died at Jersey, Ontario, in May, 1877, aged 110 years, 11 months, was a Scotchman by birth; and perhaps the same should be said of two other Canadians: Joseph Marshall, who died at Welland in January, 1878, aged 105, and Jeremiah Buckley, aged 107, who died at the residence of his son, at Hamil ton, on the 16th of June following.

The Irish women may be catalogued even more briefly. Of the nine belonging to this city, Mrs. Rosa Brady died May 4, 1877, at 528 West Forty-eighth street, aged 103; Mrs. Ann Henry, June 26, at 152 Elizabeth street, aged 105; Mrs. Mary Birmingham, January 25, 1878, at 239 East Eightieth street, aged 100; Mrs. Ellen Howard, February 5, aged 100; Catherine Hayer, March 5, at the almshouse on Blackwell's Island, aged 104; Mrs. Mary Curtin, in November, aged 100; Mary Davis, in May, aged 104; Eliza Reilly, January 9, 1879, in a hovel in the rear of 152 East Thirtyninth street, aged 106 (she was a beggar and died alone, Clutching a paper of tobacco, her favorite poison for 70 years);" and Annie Scully, January 29, 1879, at the Home for the Aged, at 179 East Seventieth street, aged 102. Mrs. Crowley, aged 107, died December 2, 1877, at Boston's Home of Little Sisters. Mrs. Conners, who lacked only a few months of 100 years, died at Thompsonville, Connecticut, in January, 1878. Mrs. Ellen Kennedy, aged 106, died at Chicago, March 6. Mrs. Mayent McEllier, aged 118 years, 10 months, died at Montreal, February 10, leav ing two daughters aged 83 and 78, four grandchildren, twenty-three great-grandchildren, and one great-great-grandchild aged 10. Mrs. Catherine Fleet, aged 1c9, died at Ecum Secum, Nova Scotia, in April; and Mrs. Evans, aged 104, at St. Sylvestre, Quebec, about the middle of last June. Two Montreal centenarians, not of Irish birth, were Mrs. Marie Anna Duperon, who died February 9, 1878, aged 111, and Mrs. Margaret Parker Watson, who died last June. Both possessed all their faculties to the end, and the last named left 115 descendants. Mrs. Elizabeth Reuter, a native of Luxemburg, whose celebration of her 110th birth. day, Christmas, 1875, at Baltimore, attracted general attention, died there last January, of dropsy. At Cincinnati, a few days earlier, died Mrs. Angla Podesta Oneta, an Italian, aged 109 years and one day. Married at twenty, she had eight children, all of whom survive, the youngest being a man of 58, resident in Cincinnati. Mrs. Mary Pardo Sanchez, who died at Brooklyn, on the 13th of last November, aged 110 years, 5 months and 16 days, was a native of Malaga, Spain, and the thirtieth child of her mother, who bore 16 boys and 14 girls. She was married at the age of 37, lost her sight at 90 and recovered it at 97, the year after reaching America, so that in her later years she could see

better than her daughter, Mrs. Mesea, at whose house (83 Middagh street) she died. Donna Eulalia Perez de Guilen, of San Gabriel Mission, California, whose descendants quarreled in 1876 in regard to the question of exhibiting her at the Centennial, died on the 8th of last June, at the age of 143.

ANTIQUATED AFRICANS.

At the head of the list may be named Robert Robertson, who died at Sumterville, Florida, at the opening of the present year, aged 120. Tradition says that he was brought there in 1778 by a slave-trader, whose cargo was landed near St. Augustine. He was the father of ten children, the fifth of whom, at the age of 74, was with Colonel Hanson, at the capture of Osceola. Henry Johnson, or Jackson, who died at Sing Sing prison, May 3, 1877, insisted that his years were 103, though when he received his life sentence for burglary, in March, 1854, he gave his age as 75. The World devoted a column to his history at the time of his demise. Hiram Hyde, aged 104, died at Norwich, Connecticut, the same month; Elias Renfroe, aged 113, at Cape Giradeau, Missouri, and John Jean Pierre, aged 120, at Bayou Du Large, Louisiana, in March 1878; a Georgian, name unknown, aged 103, last October; a South Carolian, name unknown, aged 110, last December, who left a widow of 100, a son of So and a grandson of 50; Frank Whelts, aged 116, a native of Virginia, at Allegheny, Pennsylvania, on the 3d of April. Of the negro women, first mention may be made of Mrs. Catherine Jarvis, who died at Digby, Nova Scotia, in February, 1878, aged 110, having been carried thither by a loyalist who fled from the United States in 1782. Phebe Coleman, aged 119, died at Chicago, the previous month, in consequence of falling down stairs. Margaret Logan, who died at Marlboro, New Jersey, at about the same time, aged 115, was born a slave in the Taylor family of that place, and lived with five generations of them. Sisters of 105 and 112 years died a short time before her, and a son of 80 survived. Sarah Kemp, better known as "Aunt Sally," aged 100, a former slave in the Dubois family, was found dead, July 25, 1877, at Rocky Hollow, Staten Island; Aunt Dinah,” aged 111, died at Nashville, last May; "Aunt Sophy," aged 100, a former slave, died at Hanover, New Hampshire, on the 12th of last September; and Mrs. Henrietta Brown, aged 107, died at Providence, Rhode Island, at about the same period. Patience Banks, aged 106, died at Jackson, Michigan, April 8, 1878, surrounded by her great-grandchildren. Jemima Jackson, aged 114, died at York, Pennsylvania, April 18, leaving behind six of her thirteen children. She was a native of Baltimore, and was set free by Nathaniel Watts in 1816. Ruthy Ann Price, aged 107 years, 8 days, died at Baltimore, June 9, having been three times married, and leaving behind 155 descendants. Mrs. Margaret Francis, aged 103, died the same month in Coonier alley, Newark. Mrs. Elizabeth Thompson, aged 104, who died at 222 Delancey street, this city, November 17, from the effects of being run into by a baker's wagon, was born near Jamaica, Long Island, always led a very industrious life, and left many descendants.

Mention may finally be made of Keneonaqua, an Ottawa squaw, aged 120, who died at Allegan, Michigan, May 7,

1878, and was believed to be the oldest representative of her race in America.

DISTINGUISHED Foreigners.

Within a few days of the opening of 1878, died at Munich, in his 100th year, Lieutenant-General von Kunst, who entered the army in 1793, and served in several campaigns before the present century began. At Trieste, a few weeks later, died Anton Miklancie, who was born April 10, 1764, and whose funeral attracted an immense concourse of his fellow-citizens. At Gelnhausen, Hesse, there died, early in the summer, a peasant of very humble circumstances, name not reported, who fought at Wilhelmstahl under Prince Frederick, of Brunswick, and whose age was believed to be 148 years. He left two sons, very old men, 16 grand children, and 48 great-grandchildren. John Hutton, who died at Mayfield, near Manchester, England, about the 1st of August last, was born August 18, 1777, married December 7, 1797, and had a son who fought at Waterloo. Entering the service of Hoyle & Sons, calico printers, October 15, 1789, he was on the pay-roll of that firm for eighty successive years. His centennial birthday celebration attracted four generations of his descendants, including four John Huttons. Somewhat similar is the record of George Morgan, who was born of Welsh parents, at Bristol, September 19, 1770, and died at Streatham, England, in August, 1878, for the books of his establishment in Longacre (London), prove that in 1795 he established himself in that city as a coach builder, and continued in that business till his death. His father lived to be 98.

On April 3, 1876, was celebrated the 100th birthday of Rev. Dr. James Ingram, the Free Kirk minister of the northernmost parish in the British Isles (Unst, one of the Shetland group), the record of whose ordination in 1803 appears in the Edinburgh Almanac. He died March 3, 1879, in the house where four generations of Ingrams have lived. His father died at the age of 100, his grandfather at 105; and his eldest son, a venerable clergyman who survives him, is said to possess a vigor indicative of an equal longevity. Mrs. Charlotte Bonham, a lady of independent means, residing at Cinder Hill, Chaley, near Lewes, England, died in October, 1877, aged 102, leaving a daughter of 85 and several great-great-grandchildren. “She enjoyed good health till near her end, and was respected for her kindness' and generosity to the poor." Mrs. Benbow, another wellto-do English lady, who retained full possession of her faculties, died last June at Leamington, aged 104. At about the same time, Mrs. Elizabeth Bowey, aged 103, died at Birmingham (104 Heneage street), leaving behind a son of 80. Early in June also, at Falmouth, England, died Mrs. Ann Sedgmond, aged 100; and at the end of the month died Mrs. Frances Nott, of St. Ann's, Cornwall, whose age (registered) was 100 years, 10 months. In July, Mrs. Sarah Ann Good, aged 103, died at Woodbridge, Suffolk, leaving behind a husband, Jonathan, aged 92, to whom she had been married 69 years. Late in February, 1878, “the oldest inhabitant of Broglie, France, aged 140 years, 8 months, died while smoking his pipe;" and about the middle of the previous summer, “the King of Gaboon in Africa,” died in his 100th year. The event seems to have happened none