earliest record of his artistic life that I have found dates back to about the year 1820, when, at the age of twenty-two years, he opened a studio in the bor- ough of Marietta, where the late Judge John J. Liebhart became one of his students, acquiring no little pro- ficiency in portrait painting, and one

when a lad had lived among the Iroquois. Every his- torical student remembers how, upon one occasion, Shekellamy, the wise and just overlord or commissioner of the Six Nations in Pennsylvania, in his old age lamented to Weiser that the latter was now old and could not expect to live many years longer

Jacob Eshleman Warfel, Painter. This promising artist, the son of John and Maria Warfel, was born in Paradise township, Lancaster county, on July 21, 1826. He developed a natural inclination towards art at an early age; so much so, indeed, that his youthful efforts in drawing and painting drew the

was a Colonel in the Pennsylvania Militia. " Ten procla- mations were issued for his apprehension." He was attainted and his estate confiscated. No mention is made in this article of Colonel John Connelly, although �he was born and raised in our County of Lancaster, and proved to be one of the most

blood in him, and I told him so, and told him besides there were scores of men of his name and lineage in Lancaster County, Penna. Then he told me his grandfather and a good many more from Pennsylvania—from what county he did not remember—had been deported to Canada where they founded a small hamlet and

period of more than two hundred years; the usual ex- penditures caused by war or by the scarcity of the precious' metals led all of the American Colonies and' Prov- inces to resort to this method of pro- curing money which coulu not be ob- tained in any other wayr The war which broke out between France

in the Pennsylvania Arch- ives I have found it called the Cones- toga River. That was well nigh 200 years ago, and the men who so called it were men who came from the Old World, where streams of less than half its length and size were and are still called rivers, not only in ordinary speech, but on

SEEDTIME AND HARVEST More than three-quarters of a century ago, in a country school nouse, a curly-headed boy, with tremulous voice and quaking knees, appeared before an audience considerably iarger than the one before him to-night, and com- menced his address with words some of you may have heard