Long remembered among these who, at the close of the last century, sought a home in old Pelham, was a man of large fortune, an educated gentlemen, a bachelor just touching the border of mi<ldle life, of whom, as it seems, only one memorial can now be found, and that the marble slab at the head of his grave, hinting briefly at the beginning and ending of his lif'e-.story. A single sentence uttere its whole message, thus, -- In niemory of .Mexander Banqifleld Henderson, Esq., a native of Charleston, in South Carolina, but late of the town of Pelham and county of Westchester, who departed this life JGth December, I.S(i4, aged 47 yeai"s.

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"On a bright summer's day, about ten years ago, in a solitary walk among the tomlis of the old Freiicli Burial (Jroiind, my attention was arrested by the iii.scri]ition here copied. Although I hail never seen the man, nor been his contemporary, I felt my.self closely related and greatly indebted to him. For I was familiar with the .story fliaf from his beautiful residence, separated by Pelham Creek from the land estate of my

I grandparent, William Bailey, he daily used to walk across the causeway and bridge to our homestead and relieve the loneliness of ' Bachelor Hall,' in the Byiupathetic enjoyment of our family life, ."^ucli was his habitude, iiuleed, during the most im|Kirlant period of my mother's history, her later school days. His private library, a true index of his cherished

' tastes, was one of the best, at the time, outside of the metropolis ; and it greatly intensified hfs enjoyment of it, often recognizing in my mother, II. 'c Anne Bayley, a keen appreciation of books, to minister to her intellectual development by placing at her coiiiiiiand the frosliost productions of Engli.sli literature, rendering her familiar with the standarri works of