his tastes lean towards literature. He is public-spirited, and popular in society.
GEORGE A. FERNALD,
brother of J. E. Fernald, is well known in social and business circles of Concord. He was for a number of years treasurer of the Loan and Trust Savings Bank, but in December, 1885, he accepted a very advantageous offer to form a partnership with Thomas S. Krutz, under the firm name of George A. Fernald & Co. The firm are dealers in Eastern and Western bonds, mortgages, and other investment securities, and are managers of the Eastern office of the Central Loan and Land Co., of Emporia, Kansas, and have a well appointed office at 23 Court street, Boston, Mass., in the Adams building.
Well posted investors in Western farm mortgages and debenture bonds, who have kept their funds successfully invested in this class of securities for many years, continue to do business with such companies as the old and reliable Central Loan & Land Co., of Emporia, and are not misled by the flaming advertisements of a class of companies that have recently sprung up, whose officers have little or no knowledge of the business, and who are selling a third-rate security on the strength of their guaranty.
Mr. Fernald enjoyed to the utmost the respect and confidence of the officers of the bank with which he was so long connected, and wherever known is thoroughly respected as a young man of great business ability, of good judgment, and of the highest character for integrity and honor. His business now is largely with the banks of New England, the managers of which consider his advice safe and reliable.
Mr. Fernald is connected by marriage with one of the most energetic and enterprising families of Concord.
A BIT OF FAMILY BRAG.
By B. P. Shillaber.
If one cannot claim celebrity for heroic deeds of his own to redound to the family credit, there may be some ancestral character and conduct, or merit in others of the blood, to give a name distinction, if it were only brought to light. It needs the trowel of the historical delver to clear away the rubbish when a revolution occurs of that which should not have been neglected, but which has been allowed to moulder in the dust of time until complete forgetfulness has enshrouded it. "The lives of great men all remind us," sang the poet, and incidents in the lives of little men might serve the same purpose were there any to proclaim them. The great men, unfortunately, have gathered all the glory, while heroism, patriotism, and self-sacrifice, as pronounced among the humble, have been left to decay with forgotten bones, commemorated by no line of recognition or one word of praise, the virtue, literally, being its own reward. There are hosts of
