The younger children of the family circle, us\ially speaking of her as 'Aunt Jlollie Bayley,' were obliged, each in turn, to take a lesson on the different spellings of French words that sound alike. When her memory became unretentive of things recent, it kept fresh as ever the things long past ; hence whensoever I greeted her after jibsences of a month or week, she would place her bands upon my temples, then kissing me upon the forehead, would pleasantly allude to the old French mode of salutation. At once, as if making a new communication, she would repeat, with an interest as lively as ever, the story of the exodus, the deadly persecution in France and the fate of her grandmother, who had been dragged through the streets of Paris by the hair of her head. Having ended her narrative, the turn of her familiar talk would be suggested, often by the old French book that she would happen to be holding in her hand, or by a reference to some volume or pictured page within the ghuss doors of her book case. Gifted as she was with communicative power, she was, at the same time, one of the best of listeners, calling forth from her coiupany the best they had tootfer; and, indeed, I have sometimes wondered whether the charms of her conversation were to be regarded the more eminently as an inherited talent, as the incidental outcome of favoring social influences, or the product of some kind of educational training that had grown into 'a second nature.' Though uncert;iin .just now as to the date of her dejmrture from earth (not far from the close of 1817), I can truly sjiy that her beautiful example of reigned Christian womanhood has been ever before me as an exponent of Huguenot character, shaping my conceptions of Huguenot home-life and keeping alive my sympathies with the spirit of Huguenot history.