of many Mansions.
I do not know what will be the employment of our dear friend
in the world whose messages he has been bringing to us so
long. But I like to think he will be sent on some errands
like that of the presence which came to Ben Adhem with a great
wakening light, rich and like a lily in bloom, to tell him
that the name of him who loved his fellow men led all the
names of those the love of God had blessed."

APPENDIX
THE FOREST OF DEAN
BY JOHN BELLOWS

The Forest of Dean, in Gloucestershire, is one of the very
few primeval Forests of Britain that have survived to this
century. It has just been my privilege to accompany Senator
Hoar on a drive through a portion of it, and he has asked
me to write a few notes on this visit, for the American Antiquarian
Society, in the hope that others of its members may share
in the interest he has taken in its archaeology.

I am indebted for many years' acquaintance with George F.
Hoar, through Oliver Wendell Holmes, to the circumstance
that the Hoar family lived in Gloucester from the time of
the Tudors, if not earlier; and this has led him to pay repeated
visits to our old city, with the object of tracing the history
of his forefathers. In doing this he has been very successful;
and only within the last few months my friend H. Y. J. Taylor,
who is an untiring searcher of our old records, has come upon
an item in the expenses of the Mayor and Burgesses, of a payment
to Charles Hoar, in the year 1588, for keeping a horse ready
to carry to Cirencester the tidings of the arrival of the
Spanish Armada. And Charles Hoar's house is with us to this
day, quaintly gabled, and with over-hanging timber-framed
stories, such as the Romans built here in the first century.
It stands in Longsmith Street, just above the spot where forty
years ago I looked down on a beautiful tessellated pavement
of, perhaps, the time of Valentinian. It was eight feet below
the present surface; for Gloucester, like Rome, has been
a rising city.

Senator Hoar had been making his headquarters at Malvern,
and he drove over from there one afternoon, with a view to
our going on in the same carriage to the Forest. A better
plan would have been to run by rail to Newnham or Lydney,
to be met by a carriage from the "Speech House," a government
hotel in the centre of the woods; but as the arrangement had
been made we let it stand.

To give a general idea of the positions of the places we
are dealing w