At the office of the Christian Woman's Board of Missions, Indianapolis, Indiana, on December 4, 1914, the following cablegram was received, "Dr. Martha Smith died Sunday. Pneumonia. Advise her Mother." This is quoted from the Missionary Tidings, January 15, 1915. The remarks of the editor follow: "What a few words it takes to express so great a loss and so much sorrow. We grieve for ourselves, but most of all for the suffering ones of India, who were helped in body and soul by our good doctor." She died November 29, 1914, with just twelve days entry into her fiftieth year. Pneumonia generally comes to us like an accident. It was so in her case. Her God-surrendered, effective life was suddenly cut off at the height of its greatest accomplishments.

Smith is a very common name; but not all the Smiths are common, so this Smith family must have further attention. All of the three remaining daughters seemed to have copied more or less from Martha. Teresa, the second, after her school days and a few years at home, also went to Massachusetts for a two years' period of educational nursing. Returning home and carrying for years her full share of the cares of the family, she now has become its kindly "old maid," or more fittingly, its "angel of mercy," as, according to the old saying, in every large family some one must be the old maid; but that term does not carry the discredit it used to hold. When it is known that the women are slightly in the majority, and so many men shirk their manly responsibilities, there must of necessity be single ladies, who make more creditable use of their lives than do most of the single men, whom we call, "old bachelors," and when we want to soften and dignify them a little, we call them "benedicts," and similarly their unmated mates are often truly spoken of as, "angels of mercy," and such our Teresa undoubtedly is.

Ethleen's course after high school was that of a nurse, graduating from the Rhode Island Training Hospital in 1893. Her nursing service of over three years in Massachusetts was cut short by making the acquaintance and afterwards marrying Wilmer Monroe, an all-round good man and Christian

minister of fine ability and high ideals. Drake University of Des Moines, Iowa, was his Alma Mater.

He came to New England in 1895 where he served churches in Massachusetts, Connecticut and New York states. In 1904 he resigned his pastorate in Watertown, New York, and engaged with the Christian Woman's Board of Missions to be a Missionary in India. Of course, Cousin Ethel, as she is familiarly called, accompanied him, and shared in this as well as every other work he was engaged in, always creditably bearing her part, but the trying climate was so greatly against her, that they were obliged to return after a five years' service. I think their little boy, Stuart, was born in India. Since returning, brother and cousin Monroe has had charge of a church in Keele Street, Toronto, and now is minister at Everton, Ontario, close by the old Trout stamping ground in Erin, and Ethel's own old home.

Similarly to the others, Thirza, the fourth daughter, entered the training school for nurses in the Springfield hospital, Springfield, Massachusetts, in 1894, and graduated in 1896. Did private nursing there till 1902, when she married David Burt, a fine Christian man, previously well-known to the family. Their residence is Collingwood, where he is employed in the great ship yard as pattern maker.

Henry Frederick took a course in a Guelph Business College. Afterwards a four years' course in Hiram College, where I had been about forty-five years ahead of him. We both had the ministry in view, but both went back on it. My reasons were good, perhaps his were better. He certainly was better prepared than I was. I think much of old Hiram, the memory of old academy days in 1855 is fresh and pleasant. His memory must be much richer than mine. He was there so much longer, and besides, there he found his life partner. Hiram is a likely place to find a good girl, and I judge the young ladies regard it as a good place to find a young man. Hazel Morford and Fred Smith evidently found each other. So after he had finished his Hiram course, and taken a complete course in dentistry, and made good preparation for the important event, he and Miss Morford were married, July

27, 1909. They set up their home in the big city of Cleveland, where he has now a large dental practice, and is rapidly rising in the estimation of his wide acquaintanceship. So far there is one son, Everet C., to continue the line of the everlasting Smiths.

It was my good fortune to visit Cousin Fred at his home in July, 1916, thus renewing my very slender acquaintance, and extending it to his worthy wife and fine little son. The short visit fully bears me out in all the statements previously made regarding them.

Samuel Edmund undertook the study of pharmacy, but wisely gave it up and returned to work with his father on the farm. To which, on the death of his father, he finally succeeded. He met Miss Agnes Russell, a dressmaker, and they became partners, not in dressmaking but in the farm and family business. The dressmaking being only a convenient adjunct.

They were married on Christmas Day, 1907. One son and two daughters grace the family table, so far this is the largest among the young Smiths. The farm is a fine place to raise a family. This fine old two hundred-acre farm has been in the Smith line for a hundred years back, and evidently will so continue, as Samuel Edmund has his heir, Russell Edmund, to follow in his place. Sam is succeeding not alone to the farm, but to the position of respect and influence held by his father in that fine, well-settled community.

Nelson Howard, the youngest of the Thompson Smith family, learned the miller trade, and also took a business course in Chatham, Ontario, and for a time served as a miller, but gave it up for business on his own account.

In Hillsburg, Ontario where the well-known James. E. Hill, the great railway king, began his career, and left his name with the town, was a large stone flouring mill, built about sixty years ago, and had gone through all the improved changes of construction that have attended the flouring mill business; on account of adverse trade and other conditions it became unprofitable. On good easy terms Howard either purchased or leased this, and turned it into such a good general

purpose use for farmers' service as to make it pay. If a farmer brought in a saw-log he had a little mill in a connected shed where he could turn on the water power and saw it for him. If he brought a load of grain to chop for feed a pair of old burrs would quickly grind it. If he wanted fencing or flooring or most any old thing, Howard would have it or make it. This was a most interesting place for me, it seemed like going back to primitive manufacture. Like Edmund, he found his wife in college; and like Agnes, Sadie Munro was a teacher. They were married in 1909 and live in a neat house, close alongside the mill, as if it were a part of it. So far, two fine little boys constitute their family. Hillsburg town with its beautiful natural surroundings is a good place to visit, and Howard with his old mill should not be left out.

SUSAN TROUT NISBET

When making my first attempts at this history writing Aunt Susan was living at her own Nisbet family home, she was for a long time the only surviving member of grandfather's family. I could appeal to her memory in regard to events of the earlier times, and I have her letters regarding them, which have given much help. Our occasional visits together, when I lived at Peterboro, which was ten miles from her home, were also helpful, though at that time I had not contemplated the history.

Her marriage to Alexander Nisbet, formerly of Scotland, but then and till his death a resident of the township of Otanabee, Hastings County, Ontario, Canada, has been referred to, also the stay over night with us at Norval on their wedding journey homeward-a sleigh ride of nearly two hundred miles on the roundabout roads they would have to travel. I was then eight years old, but memory serves me well. Mr. Nisbet was not fleshy, but a big, broad-shouldered man about six feet tall; Aunt Susan was fully medium size, fresh, handsome, and girlish looking, with her fully twenty-five years behind her. The long sleighride journey ended at a small log house on a hundred acre lot in an immense woods. Aunt was used to log houses and great tracts of bush, but this must