t suit-ed for the Pres-i-dent's chair, at
the end of Mon-roe's term of of-fice. Not once, while Ad-ams was in
Wash-ing-ton work-ing hard, did he for-get his old fa-ther, watch-ing,
in his home at Quin-cy, the bu-sy life of his great son. Once ev-er-y
year he went to the qui-et old home, and told his fa-ther of the life in
Wash-ing-ton, in which the old-er man had once held so great a place.

At the age of six-ty-eight, Ad-ams went back to his home in Quin-cy, but
in 1830 once more he was sent to Con-gress, and for six-teen years he
kept his seat there; he grew old and gray serv-ing his na-tive land; he
made bit-ter en-e-mies, but ma-ny warm friends; he feared no one, and
his voice was al-ways for the free-dom of this great land. On No-vem-ber
19th, 1846, he had a stroke of par-al-y-sis while walk-ing in Bos-ton;
but three months later we saw him a-gain in Wash-ing-ton, and tak-ing
his old seat in Con-gress. As the gray old man came feeb-ly in-to the
hall, ev-er-y man pres-ent rose to his feet, and so stood un-til he
took his seat. He was too weak now to talk, and on-ly once more did he
try to speak his mind on one of the great ques-tions of the day. This
was on Feb-ru-a-ry 21st, 1848. He rose to speak, but fell in-to the arms
of a man near him; at once they took him in-to a cloak-room, and sent
for his wife. For two days did he lay there, and then, on the morn-ing
of Feb-ru-a-ry 23d, his great soul took its flight. His last words were:
"This is the last of life, and I am con-tent."

AN-DREW JACK-SON.

The boy who was to be our sev-enth Pres-i-dent did not lead the sort
of life, as boy or man, that the oth-er Pres-i-dents did. He was the son
of a poor I-rish-man who came here from Ire-land in 1765. He was born
on March 15th, 1767, in a small place in South Car-o-li-na, called the
Wax-haw Set-tle-ments. Poor and mean was the log house in which he first
saw the light, and when his fa-ther died, which was when An-drew was a
wee baby, the life of the lit-tle home was hard-er yet. His moth-er was
a brave, good wo-man, and so well did she do her hard part in life that
she was loved by all who knew her, and was known far and near as "Aunt
Bet-ty."

Andrew was a great care to her when a boy, for, full of life and fun, he
did not care for books, and was at the head in all sorts of wild sport.
He was ev-er read-y for a fight with boys who made him an-gry; the small
boys looked to him for help in any strife with boys big