zur Erden bestattet." (Translation: On Saturday night Dr. Benjamin Franklin, of this place, de- parted srom this life, in the 85th year os his age. Yesterday his remains were committed to earth in the burying ground of Christ Church.) The occurrence could hardly have been told in fewer words had the

shorter and better route than the then existing one, which, owing to its having been badly located in the first place and not having been kept in good repair, had, according to the petitioners, become almost im- passable. During a business visit to the archives department of the state Library at

beautifully worked out, and more worthy the gallery than the back of a banner. This splendid piece of work- manship reflects a character of no or- dinary degree on its author, and it must be a source of gratification to himself as well as to his friends that the reputation he has gained by his late

of the general subject of the Loyalist element in this State and country. John Connolly was born in Manor township, this county, about the year 1742 or 1743, on the farm at present in the ownership of Mr. George Brene- man, formerly Jacob Shuman's place. It was located within half a mile of the line

the outside of his dwelling to any place but the nearby, easily-worked sandstone quarry- Although acres of the best building timber in the world stood on his farm, its presence, except for in- side finishing, was usually rejected, and the more enduring, as well as the more imposing-looking, sandstone

an age-long custom. History does not record a time when monuments were not the customary means of commemorating great events, historic occasions and distinguished services. Standing in the midst of your people, on a central and commanding site, in the shadow of your ancient church, this shaft will

. Governor Pennypacker's collec- tion of Ephrata imprints is the largest known. He has told me within a year that it numbers 150 different exam- ples. However interesting the story of the Ephrata press may be—and its �history is of exceeding value to the student of our early German litera- ture—it forms no

" gave its enter- tainments in the place, and here the local talent imbibed its first lessons in the histrionic art. I well remember that old wooden structure, having known it as far back as 1851. It was �REITZEL'S HALL, WEST ORANGE STREET, 1837. �a most uninviting place, as seen from the outside. What

conjecture. Doubtless it w a s l y i n g i n s o m e f o r g o t t e n o r n e - glected place' its successive owners themselves unaware of its importance and value, perhaps not even of its existence. By some f o r t u i t o u s a c c i d e n t o r c i r c u m - stance it was dragged into the light, and its