to the very dust; but it made me think of
my own latter end, and made preparations to join her once more.' At the
conclusion of his memoirs, he uses the following remarkable language:

'I feel the strongest conviction, that if you will take care of
these memoirs, your descendants will read them with pleasure; and I
here declare that I have been most particular as to the truth of
all that is herein recorded.

'I hope God will bless the work, and that by His grace it may be a
bond of union among you and your descendants, and that it may be an
humble means of confirming you all in the fear of the Lord.

I am, dear children,
'Your tender father,
'JAMES FONTAINE.'

Little did the faithful Huguenot preacher imagine that a century after
he wrote thus kindly to his own children, myriads who have been born
from the same noble and holy ancestry would be animated, cheered, and
profited by his useful life and example. Though dead he yet speaketh.

We have dwelt thus at length upon the heroic history of this Huguenot
minister and his family; for where can we find an example so worthy of
imitation? He was a Huguenot in its fullest sense, bearing himself, at
all times, with a noble spirit of the true man, for the work before him.
Never losing trust in God, nor proper confidence in himself, he proved
that, when thus true, no man need ever despair. His long line of
descendants in the United States may well cherish and honor his memory.

As we have said before, we dwell more particularly upon the character
and history of Mr. Fontaine, as a striking example of a true Huguenot;
and how truth and the right will finally triumph over all obstacles.
Wherever the French Protestants settled in America, they exhibited this
same excellent trait; and among their families of Virginia were those
who distinguished themselves as brave soldiers and able magistrates in
the councils of the then young Republic.

TO-MORROW!

[G. H. BOKER.]

'The sun is sinking low,
Upon the ashes of his fading pyre;
The evening star is stealing after him,
Fixed, like a beacon on the prow of night;
The world is shutting up its heavy eye
Upon the stir and bustle of _to-day_;--
_On what shall it awake?_'

MONTGOMERY IN SECESSION TIME.

In the beginning of the year 1860, there existed in the city of
Montgomery, Alabama, a strong, active, and apparentl