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Outside of his own family, Mr. Olzendam has but one relation living, a niece, the daughter of a sister. His grandfather had but one brother, who died without issue. His father had no brothers. His own brothers and sisters have "gone before." May it be granted to Mr. Olzendam to perpetuate through his numerous children his honorable name, and thus found in this country a family which will reflect credit on their progenitor. Of personal friends in the old country Mr. Olzendam left many whose friendship has stood the test of years of separation, and with whom he has regularly corresponded for a third of a century. This fact illustrates the strength of his attachments.

May Mr. Olzendam live many years to enjoy his prosperity. J. N. M.




CORRECTION.


Sketch of Neal and Lear, Granite Monthly, of April, 1881, page 266. Robert Neal, born July 17, 1755, was the son of Robert Neal (not Andrew), who was born in Newcastle, N. H., January 12, 1726, and was married to Alca Clark, June 18, 1750. She was born November 15, 1727, and died February 9, 1756. Their three children, Margaret, Abigail, and Robert, are named in the sketch. Thos. L. Tullock.




OUR MOTHER'S GRAVE.


BY MISS L. C. TULLOCK.

Far, far from where her children toil,
Our mother's grave is made,
And stranger hands must tend the soil
Where she is lowly laid.

'Tis true we know beneath that mound
Only the body lies.
Her spirit pure a home has found
In hills of paradise.

Yet oft we wish her bed was near;
A solace it would be
To linger 'round a spot so dear,
And tend it carefully.

It's only when in summer's heat,
We seek Piscataqua's wave,
That we can wreathe the flowers sweet,
To lay upon her grave.



PANSIES.


BY LIZZIE LINWOOD.

"There's pansies, that's for thoughts,"
Said one whose memory
Shall o'er the distant ages shine
Like moonlight o'er the sea.

And so each pansy sweet,
Whose upturned face such beauty wears,
Within its velvet petals
An imprisoned thought still bears.

Could we but read its fancy true.
Some thoughts of beauty we should find,
More rare than mortal imagery.
Fresh from the Omniscient Mind.