-nay more, a constant reproach; and her haughty nature could not brook it quietly. Dym's pride often writhed under a covert sarcasm or a cutting speech that she alone understood. The squire was not always there to defend her. In his absence Beatrix often contrived to make herself very disagreeable. Neither Guy nor his mother guessed the misery those days were to Dym. True to her motto, Dym scorned to complain, but she endured as badly as possible. Men cannot understand this petty spite of women, for, with shame be it said, it is purely and entirely feminine. If Mr. Chichester had witnessed it all he would have understood it as little as later on he did Dym himself. Whether purposely or not, he certainly took very little notice of his protégé at this time. Dym often went to bed weary and dispirited, to cry over her lost happiness, as she called it. "You are so triste, as Mrs. Vivian calls it," Edith said to her one day. Edith scarcely recognized her light-hearted governess sometimes. Ah, this sadness! it is a traitor in the citadel of the heart; it sits brooding over fancied ruins, while the enemy is taking the outworks. "Above all, beware of sadness," says an old father of the faith; and indeed despondency helps no one. Dym's outworks were unguarded. While she indulged in discontented or envious thought, she grew less watchful, and alas! less prayerful, over her words and acts; sometimes her abruptness startled Mrs. Chichester, and called forth a few chiding words. Dym was in no mood for reproof. Instead of waxing gentle, she relapsed into moo was over, and most of the party had dispersed : prepare themselves for the evening; all but Dyn, who always presided at this meal, and was waiting for Mr. Chichester. and Mrs. Delaire, who w. trying to finish a novel by the firelight. "You will be late for dinner, Beatrix," rem strated her husband as he left the room; but L. trix only shook her fair head pettishly, and read a Dym sat listlessly watching the shadows and . play of the firelight on the walls, till the squr came in, bringing a rush of cold air with him "What, Trichy, not dressing? I warned ever one to be in time; to-night dinner wa'ts for r man. Beatrix shut up her book with a light laugh. "Very well, most potent cousin ;" and as C., brought his teacup to the rug with a sociable a "Well, what have you been doing with yours. this afternoon ?" "Ask Mahomet." "What, have you been riding ?" "O Guy, and never to ask me to join you!" Beatrix made a gesture of inpatience. "Frank is always wanting me. I never thought one's band would bore one so. Frank never seems abit to write a letter now without my dictation.” "He shows he knows how to value a clever wife." "Guy, when you pay compliments I alw219 know you are in a good humor.” "So I am. Trichy, I've got a surprise for you Guess who his coming this evening." Beatrix's eyes questioned her cousin's fare closely before she answered. Guy's eyes were bright and dark; his whole mien was joyous. The charge of her little pupil became a weariness instead of a pleasure; it hindered her visits to Woodside, which would have done her good. Sometimes when she and Edith took their walk, they would hear the voices of the shooting party; when the weather was mild the ladies would carry out their luncheon; Dym caught a glimpse of them once. Guy was sitting under a hedge laughing and talking with Frank Delaire, and Beatrix was leaning against the fence holding her cousin's gun. She had her green dress looped up picturesquely, and one of the sportsmen's bags slung across her shoulder. "You would do for Maid Marion, Trichy," Dym heard Mr. Chiches ter say. She turned away with an envious sigh as they plodded on through the rutty lane. It was the evening of the ball; five o'clock tea second bell would soon ring. "As though I need to guess," returned Beatrix a little contemptuously; her manner had charged "O wise young judge-a second Daniel coat * judgment! So you knew it was Miss Nethecute?" "Of course," spoken calmly, but with a sig frown, and as though the subject did not interess her. She reöpened her book. Mr. Chichester looked a little disappointed a the reception of his news, and after lingerin, 1 a minute or two, left the room rather hurried'v. When he was gone, Beatrix laid down her a again, and leaning her chin on her hand sat para little while lost in thought. Dym, who w of her position, ventured to remind her that the "I am afraid you will be very late, Mrs. Delaire." What if I be?" was the haughty answer; but she rose notwithstanding, and then, as though a sudden thought struck her: was evidently vexed and startled by Dym's earnest ness. Dym was not likely to abate her enthusiasm on that score. "And she is as good as she is beautiful; I know "Miss Elliott, do you know when Miss Nethe- Mr. Chichester thinks so." cote returned ?" "I was not aware till this moment that she had returned," answered Dym, with perfect truth. "Oh, perhaps you are not acquainted with her." "On the contrary, we are very good friends," returned Dym, rather abruptly; "but I have not seen her brother for some days." "What, you know him too? a pretty fair specimen of a rustic farmer, is he not? I suppose," turning her long neck aside and speaking carelessly, that she is still as handsome as ever?” "Handsome is not the word," was the brief answer. "Indeed!" looking at her now in surprise; "and what would you call her, Miss Elliott?" "I should call her beautiful. I have never seen a face like Miss Nethecote's-never," returned Dym, with sudden effusion. "You have such a large experience, have you not?" spoken with Beatrix's old disdain; but she Dym never knew why she made this rash speech, she said it thoughtlessly, and without attaching much importance to her words. "What do you know about Mr. Chichester's likes and dislikes!" returned Beatrix, in an irritated manner; "do you think such observations are fitting in your position? Take care what you are about, Miss Elliott. My cousin will not brook a word on this subject." "I-what have I said?" stammered Dym. "Every one praises Miss Nethecote; it cannot be any harm to say she is good." Then, as though rebelling against Beatrix's harsh manner, "And she is goodness itself." A sudden passion whitened Beatrix's fair facea sort of spasm crossed it. "Good!" with a little laugh, as she turned to leave the room. "Ay, if it be good to be the curse of Guy Chichester's life, as that woman has been his curse, and will be till he dies." OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES'S CENTENNIAL HYMN. THE following Hymn by Oliver Wendell Holmes, written for the grand Centennial Celebration in Philadelphia, and sung thereat by a chorus of nearly twelve hundred voices, formed one of the most delightful portions of the ceremonies. The Hymn is a gem in itself, the air of Keller's Hymn to which it was sung is peculiarly sweet and impressive, and the manner of singing was grand. We give the Hymn, believing it is eminently worthy of a place in the AMERICAN HISTORICAL MONTHLY, and regret that we cannot give the music or convey any idea of the singing. "Welcome to All Nations." I. Bright on the banners of lily and rose, Lo, the last sun of the century sets! II. Welcome! a shout like the war trumpet's swell Welcome! the walls of her temple resound! III. Thrones of the continents! Isles of the sea! Shadowed alike by the palm and the pine! Thrones of the continents! Isles of the sea! From the thicket of thorns whence the nightingale calls not, From the graves they have made they shall rise up orEVIT, Could she call, there were never a rose to reply. Over the meadows that blossom and wither Rings but the note of a sea-bird's song; Only the sun and the rain come hither The sun burns sere and the rain dishevels Only the wind here hovers and revels In a round where life seems barren as death. Here there was laughing of old, there was weeping, Haply, of lovers none ever will know, Whose eyes went seaward a hundred sleeping Years ago. Who have left nought living to ravage and remi. Earth, stones, and thorns of the wild ground growing, While the sun and the rain live, these shall be; Till a last wind's breath upon all these blowing Roll the sea. Till the slow sea rise and the sheer cliff crumble, Death lies dead. NOTES AND QUERIES. The Field of Brandywine.-In an article under this caption in the August number of the MONTHLY, a circumstantial account is given of the fall of a descendant of the House of Northumberland, in the battle of Brandywine. This romantic Percy story, though given by Watson in his "Annals," and poetically noticed by T. Buchanan Read, and which we see occasionally quoted as history, as in the article referred to, is now, I believe, generally regarded as without foundation. We have, so far as I am aware, no reliable evidence of its truth. Very few officers of conspicuous rank, in either army, were slain in the battle of Brandywine; and if it were true that a "Percy of Northumberland" had fallen there, General Howe assuredly was not the person to ignore the death of a companion-in-arms, who could trace his family name back to the days of Chevy Chase. The late Dr. William Darlington, who gave much attention to the subject of this battle, regarded this story as unquestionably a myth. Hugh, Earl Percy, afterwards second Duke of Northumberland, was in this country in the early days of the Revolution, and commanded some forces at the battle of Lexington, and was afterwards engaged in the reduction of Fort Washington, but he left America previous to the battle of Brandywine, and died in England on the 10th of July, 1817, at the age of seventy-four years. The article referred to speaks of the Percy who fell at Brandywine as a younger man than this Lord Percy, and if the events narrated actually occurred it is important to the truth of history that the fact should be established, and I should be pleased to learn on what evidence the account given is based. J. SMITH FUTHEY. "Buckskins."-In the August (1876) number of POTTER'S AMERICAN MONTHLY MAGAZINE, appears the following query: "BUCKSKINS. - - Will some one of the MONTHLY'S correspondents give an account of the use of the term Buckskins,' as applied to the early settlers of this country-Webster applies it to the American soldiers in the Revolution, but I have known it applied to parties who emigrated to North Carolina as early as 1745." Having heard this word familiarly used among Revolutionary men, in the absence of any positive testimony relating to the first use of the term, I have come to the conclusion that it originated during some of the wars with the Canadian French, in the early part of the last century, when colonial troops were a prominent feature of the armies assembled in the colonies of New England and New York, in their struggles to break up the French dominion in Canada. It is a well known fact that from the first planting of colonists in this country, they began to wear clothing made of dressed deerskins. They at first obtained them from the Indians, who in the winter made great use of them; and afterwards they learned to dress them for themselves. I suppose that when military commanders came from England | clad in woolen garments and found themselves associated with Americans dressed in part at least in buckskin-for breeches of that commodity were almost universally worn at that period-the term then originated, the English officers calling their American allies Buckskins. We are told in history that when General Braddock was on his way to Fort Du Quesne, accompanied by Virginia troops under Colonel Washington, the latter officer, familiar with the Indian mode of warfare, offered some advice about the manner of advancing into their territory, and was met by the bluff reproof from that vain man: "That those were pretty times, when a young Buckskin should attempt to teach an English general how to fight!" He was "wise in his own conceit," and his temerity and folly soon cost him his life. I think there can be no doubt but what the term originated as I have hinted, the English officers applying the term in derision of the wardrobe of their American cousins. Deerskin was not so universally worn by the American soldiers in the War of the American Revolution as it was in the French wars which preceded it, as the domestic loom for wool and linen had found its way, by that period, into many American homes. J. R. SIMMS. Penn's Treaty Tree.-I am old enough to remember that portion of the treaty tree which was in existence in or about the year 1815. It was about twenty feet above the surface of the ground, and sloped towards the street. Proceedings were commenced about twenty-two years ago, to have part of the ground around the contemptible little monument erected into a public square. The late St. George Tucker Campbell, Esq., conducted the proceedings, and a jury was empanelled to settle the value of the property about to be taken by the county. As I held a mortgage on the ground as trustee, I attended some meetings of the jury, but the proceeding proved abortive, why so, I cannot now recollect. In one of the early volumes of the "Memoirs of the Historical Society of Pennsylvania" is a learned paper upon the subject of Penn's Treaty, by the late Peter S. Duponceau and the late Joshua Francis Fisher. Its republication in the columns of the AMERICAN MONTHLY would be useful. The gentlemen upon whose land the monument stood informed me that the monument is not upon the spot where the tree stood. It was placed nearer to the street, in order to be more out of the way of his hands, engaged in shipbuilding. I have not seen that monument for many years; when I last beheld it, much of the inscription had been battered out of existence by well-directed discharges of bricks and stones. Reverence is not a prominent trait in the character of the youth of our country-the more the pity. Shackamaxon, the name of a street in the vicinity of the monument, is a corruption of two Indian words-Sachem Mextang-meaning the meeting-place of the Sachems. Mr. Fisher, above mentioned, is the authority for this statement. SEXAGENARY. Domesday or Doomsday Book.-In our last issue we gave, in reply to a QUERY, a brief NOTE on "Magna Charta," with an appropriate illustration; this has brought to our mind the famous "Domesday Book," of which a learned English antiquary truthfully says: "This book is unquestionably the most remarkable monument of the Norman Conquest. No other country possesses so complete a record of the state of Society nearly eight centuries ago as this presents in its registration of the lands of England." And farther on, he adds: “There never was a record which more strikingly exhibited the consequences of invasion and forcible seizure of property." This most remarkable work was formerly kept in the Exchequer under three distinct locks, but was some years since removed to the ChapterHouse at Westminster, where it is guarded with jealous care. Properly, the work comprises two volumes, one a large folio and the other a quarto, both of vellum. The story it tells and the thoughts it suggests are far too extensive for our present purpose to warrant any attempt at details. evidence of the Conqueror's rapacity; for as he says, "er "The king's name was placed at the head, with a last on his domains and revenues in the county; then f names of the chief and inferior proprietors, in the o dere their military ranks and their territorial wealth. The *.* ons who, by special favour, had been spared in the gr". spoliation, were found only in the lowest schedule: for he small number of that race who still continued to le her proprietors, or tenants-in-chief of the king, as the cnimT expressed it, were such only for slender domains. T were inscribed at the end of each chapter under the nire of thanes of the king, or by some other designs'; • 14 domestic service in the royal houseivit The rest of the names of an Anglo-Sax ee ven in dio Stoche. De firma jegs. E. fuct. Te fe deft op xvn. but Macmil getdauer. Tra é. xvi. cap. In dnio sum ů. cap. 7xuu. are. 7 xun. uitti 7 x berit cu www. car. Ibi eccta.q. Will reu ́de rege au dimut bista melemofina. (by V. fenu. Ju.mo won de xv lot 7 xor e pa. Silua. xl. poré. &opla é in parco regis. T.R.£.7 post: ualb.xou. ut. Modo. xcv.lt. Tam qra zení redet. xv. utas pensu. Vreecom 157. voc v. solut SPECIMEN OF DOMESDAY BOOK. The history of the Norman Conquest is familiar to stu dents of history, and others of our readers will readily find the details without our attempting to give them. that are scattered here and there ar the roll, belong to farmers, holing by a precarious title a few fractions, larger or smaller, of the domains of the Narman ear., barons, knights, serjeants, and howmen." John Adams's Famous Letter-the Question of Date Finally Determined.-In the MONTHLY of December last, page 911, a writer charges Peter Force with a batter, and proceeds to prove, as he thinks, that Adams wrote his famous letter on the 5th July and not on the 3d. The letter whe date has been in question specially merits epithet “famous," as distinguishing it atkre the many letters of John Adams, on account of its remor able contents as much as on account of the dispute as date. The dispute arose as follows, according to an expla tion given by Charles Francis Adams in a note on page 1A of the first volume of John Adams's Letters, edited 's Č. F. A.: "The practice has been to celebrate the 4th of Je v, the day upon which the form of the Declaration of Indepen (* 2 was agreed to, rather than the 2d, the day upon which the No sooner had William effected the conquest of England, than he went carefully to work setting things in order to insure permanency. Among the most efficient means to this end, was the almost universal giving away to his own Norman followers of the lands of the conquered Saxons. The cool deliberate method of his disposal of these lands cannot better be illustrated than by a clause from one of his "char-resolution making that declaration was determined up e 'a ters," that bestowing upon Alan, Earl of Bretagne, the property of the unfortunate Saxon Earl Edwin; we quote from Camden: "I William, surnamed Bastard, King of England, do give and grant to thee, my nephew, Alan Earl, of Bretagne, and to thy heirs for ever, all the villages and lands which of late belonged to Earl Edwin, in Yorkshire, with the Knight's fees and other liberties and customs, as freely and honourably as the same Edwin held them. Dated from our siege before York." And so lands by miles, and villages and manors by scores, were given to his own followers; and in "Domesday Book" we have the complete record of these gifts. Different critics have taken different views of this record, according, in a measure, to their hereditary or educational bias-the Saxon chronicler looked upon it as an 1 the Congress. A friend of Mr. Adams, who had during h |