long to insert; but the lines at the conclusion | legend how that, when his head was upon Lonare very like the man. The epitaph and poetry are in Latin: we give the translation: "For Alice and for Thomas More's remains One lived with me, one lives in such sweet strife, ROPER'S HOUSE. was sought and preserved by that same daughter Margaret, who caused it to be buried in the family vault of the Ropers in St. Dunstan's Church, Canterbury; † and they add a pretty * Faulkner, in his history of Chelsea, adheres to this opinion, and says that the tomb in that church is but "an empty cenotaph." His grandson, in his Life, says, "his body was buried in the Chapel of St. Peter, in the Tower, in the belfry, or, as some say, as one entereth into the vestry;" and he does not notice the story of his daughter's re-interment of it elsewhere. t The Ropers lived at Canterbury, in St. Dunstan'sstreet. The house is destroyed, and a brewery occupies its site; but the picturesque old gateway, of red brick, still remains, and is engraved above. Margaret Roper, the noble-hearted, learned, and favorite daughter of More, resided here with her husband, until her death, in 1544, nine years after the execution of her father, when she was buried in the family vault at St. Dunstan's, where she had reverently placed the head of her father. The story of her piety is thus told by Cresacre More, in his life of his grandfather, Sir Thomas: "His head having don Bridge, Margaret would be rowed beneath it, and, nothing horrified at the sight, say aloud, "That head has layde many a time in my lappe; would to God, would to God, it would fall into my lappe as I pass under now," and the head did so fall, and she carried it in her "lappe" until she placed it in her husband's, "son Roper's" vault, at Canterbury. The king took possession of these fair grounds at Chelsea, and all the chancellor's other property, namely, Dunkington, Trenkford, and Benley Park, in Oxfordshire, allowing the widow he had made, twenty pounds per year for her life, and indulging his petty tyranny still more, by imprisoning Sir Thomas's daughter, Margaret, "both because she kept her father's head for a relic, and that she meant to set her father's works in print." We were calling to mind more minute particulars of the charities and good deeds of this great man, when, standing at the moment opposite a grave where some loving hand had planted two standard rose-trees, we suddenly heard a chant of children's voices, the infant scholars singing their little hymn; the tune, too, was a well-known and popular melody, and very sweet, yet sad of sound; it was just such music, as for its simplicity, would have been welcome to the mighty dead; and, as we entered among the little songsters, the past faded away, and we found ourselves speculating on the hopeful present. We close Mrs. Hall's pleasant sketches of Sir Thomas More and his localities, with a brief description of a scene in his prison, which the pencil of Mr. Herbert, of the Royal Academy, has beautifully depicted. It must be remembered that More was a zealous Roman Catholic. He was committed to the Tower in 1534, by the licentious Henry VIII., partly to punish him for refusing to assist that monremained about a month upon London Bridge, and being made for divers others, who, in plentiful sort, suffered martyrdom for the same supremacy, shortly after, it was bought by his daughter Margaret, lest, as she stoutly affirmed before the council, being called before them after for the matter, it should be food for fishes; which she buried, where she thought fittest." Anthony-a-Wood says, that she preserved it in a leaden box, and placed it in her tomb "with great devotion;" and in 1715, Dr. Rawlinson told Hearne the antiquary, that he had seen it there "inclosed in an iron grate." This was fully confirmed in 1835, when the chancel of the church being repaired, the Roper vault was opened, and several persons descended into it, and saw the skull in a leaden box, something like a bee-hive, open in the front, and which was placed in a square recess, in the wall, with an iron-grating before it. A drawing was made, which was engraved in the Gentleman's Magazine of May, 1837, which we have copied in our initial letter; Summerly, in his Handbook to Canterbury, says: "In the print there, however, the opening in the leaden box, inclosing the head, is made oval, whereas it should be in the form of a triangle." We have therefore so corrected our copy. to be cast into the Thames, because room should be arch in his marriage with Anne Boleyn, "the pretty fool," as Mrs. Hall calls her; but particularly because he declined to acknowledge the king's ecclesiastical supremacy as head of [From Hunting Adventures in South Africa.] A BUFFALO CHASE. EARLY on the 4th we inspanned and con the Reformed Church. There he remained untinued our march for Booby, a large party til his execution the following year. "During of savages still following the wagons. Before his imprisonment," says his son-in-law and biog- proceeding far I was tempted by the beautiful rapher, Roper, who married his favorite daugh- appearance of the country to saddle horses, to ter Margaret, one day, looking from his win-hunt in the mountains westward of my course. dow, he saw four monks (who also had refused I directed the wagons to proceed a few miles the oath of supremacy) going to their execution, under guidance of the natives, and there await and regretting that he could not bear them my arrival. I was accompanied by Isaac, who company, said: 'Look, Megge, dost thou not was mounted on the Old Gray, and carried my see that these blessed fathers be now going as clumsy Dutch rifle of six to the pound. Two cheerful to their death, as bridegrooms to their Bechuanas followed us, leading four of my dogs. marriage? By which thou may'st see, myne Having crossed a well wooded strath, we reachown good daughter, what a great difference ed a little crystal river, whose margin was there is between such as have spent all their trampled down with the spoor of a great variety days in a religious, hard, and penitential life, and of heavy game, but especially of buffalo and such as have (as thy poore father hath done) rhinoceros. We took up the spoor of a troop consumed all their time in pleasure and ease;'" of buffaloes, which we followed along a path made by the heavy beasts of the forest through a neck in the hills; and emerging from the thicket, we beheld, on the other side of a valley, which had opened upon us, a herd of about ten huge bull buffaloes. These I attempted to stalk, but was defeated by a large herd of zebras, which, getting our wind, charged past and started the buffaloes. I ordered the Bechuanas to release the dogs; and spurring Colesberg, which I rode for the first time since the affair with the lioness, I gave chase. The buffaloes crossed the valley in front of me, and made for a succession of dense thickets in the hills to the northward. As they crossed the valley by riding hard I obtained a broadside shot at the last bull, and fired both barrels into him. He, however, continued his course, but I presently separated him, along with two other bulls, from the troop. My rifle being a two-grooved, which is hard to load, I was unable to do so on horseback, and followed with it empty, in the hope of bringing them to bay. In passing through a grove of thorny trees I lost sight of the wounded buffalo; he had turned short and doubled back, a common practice with them when wounded. After following the other two at a hard gallop for about two miles, I was riding within five yards of their huge broad sterns. They exhaled a strong bovine smell, which came hot in my face. I expected every minute that they would come to bay, and give me time to load; but this they did not seem disposed to do. At length, finding I had the speed of them, I increased my pace; and going ahead, I placed myself right before the finest bull, thus expecting to force him to stand at bay; upon which he instantly charged me with a low roar, very similar to the voice of a lion. Colesberg neatly avoided the charge, and the bull resumed his northward course. We now entered on rocky ground, and the forest became more dense as we proceeded. The buffaloes were evidently making for some strong retreat. I, however, managed with much difficulty to hold them in view, following as best I could through thorny thickets. Isaac rode some hundred yards be- | me, on hearing of my success, snatched up their shields and assagais, and hastened to secure the flesh, nor did I see any more of them, with the exception of the two Baquaines, who remained with me, being engaged in a plot with my interpreter to prevent my penetrating to Bamangwato. Isaac did not soon forget his adventure with the buffaloes; and at night over the fire he informed my men that I was mad, and that any man who followed me was going headlong to his own destruction. At an early hour on the 5th, I continued my march through a glorious country of hill and dale, throughout which water was abundant. hind, and kept shouting to me to drop the pur- Two of On going up to them I was astonished to behold their size and powerful appearance. Their horns reminded me of the rugged trunk of an oak-tree. Each horn was upward of a foot in breadth at the base, and together they effectually protected the skull with a massive and impenetrable shield. The horns, descending and spreading out horizontally, completely overshadowed the animal's eyes, imparting to him a look the most ferocious and sinister that can be imagined. On my way to the wagons I shot a stag sassay by, and while I was engaged in removing his head a troop of about thirty doe pallahs cantered past me, followed by one princely old buck. Snatching up my rifle, I made a fine shot, and rolled him over in the grass. Early in the afternoon I dispatched men with a pack-horse to bring the finer of the two buffalo-heads. It was so ponderous that two powerful men could with difficulty raise it from the ground. The Bechuanas who had accompanied [From Household Words.] EARTH'S HARVESTS. "Peace hath her victories, no less renowned than War." MILTON'S Sonnet to Cromwell. TWO WO hundred years ago, the moon Cold through that glowing night of June And daisies, bending 'neath strange dew, Assumed that fatal night. Time past-but long, to tell the tale, Where high were heaped the dead, To-day—the sun looks laughing down A battle-field it was, and is, For serried spears are there, * Naseby, June 14, 1646. W Z. Jaylor. [From a Daguerreotype by BRADY.] BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH OF THE LATE PRESIDENT. HO has not heard of the opening words | with which the court preacher Massilon startled the titled throng who had gathered in Notre Dame to do the last honors to that monarch whose reign was the longest and most splendid in French annals, "God only is great!" How often does the knell of vanished power repeat the lesson! How constantly does the fleeting away of our own men of might teach us that The paths of glory lead but to the grave! Death has again asserted his supremacy by striking down the most exalted ruler of the land. The last sad cadence, dust to dust, has just been faltered over one who was our country's pride, and joy, and strength. The love, the gratitude, and the veneration of a nation could not save him. The crying need of an imperiled re public could not reprieve him. His mortal strife over, his appointed task finished, he went down into the cold embrace of the grave, and there, like a warrior taking his rest, he lies and will lie forever. But he has left behind him what can not die, the memory of noble aims and heroic deeds. The plain story of his life is his best eulogy. ZACHARY TAYLOR was born in Orange County Virginia, in November, 1784. He was the second son of Col. Richard Taylor, whose ancestors emigrated from England about two centuries ago, and settled in Eastern Virginia. The father, distinguished alike for patriotism and valor, served as colonel in the revolutionary war, and took part in many important engagements. About 1790 he left his Virginian farm, and emigrated with his family to Kentucky. He settled in the "dark and bloody ground," and | Americans to aim with a deadly precision that for years encountered all the trials then incident soon dispersed their foes. This gallant repulse, to border life. The earliest impressions of at odds so unfavorable, prompted a report from young Zachary were the sudden foray of the Major General Hopkins to Governor Shelby that savage foe, the piercing warwhoop, the answer- "the firm and almost unparalleled defense of ing cry of defiance, the gleam of the tomahawk, Fort Harrison had raised for Captain Zachary the crack of the rifle, the homestead saved by Taylor a fabric of character not to be affected his father's daring, the neighboring cottage by eulogy;" and forthwith procured from Preswrapped in flames, or its hearth-stone red with ident Madison a preferment to the rank of brevet blood. Such scenes bound his young nerves major, the first brevet, it is said, ever conferred with iron, and fired his fresh soul with martial in the American army. ardor; working upon his superior nature they Major Taylor continued actively engaged made arms his delight, and heroism his destiny. throughout the war; but, being without a sepZachary was placed in school at an early age, arate command, he had no opportunity to again and his teacher, who now resides in Preston, signalize himself by any remarkable achieveConnecticut, still loves to dwell on the studious-ment. After the treaty of peace, he remained ness of his habits, the quickness of his appre-at the West, faithfully performing his duties at hension, the modesty of his demeanor, the firm- different military posts, and preparing himself ness and decision of his character, and a general for any future call to more active service. In thoughtfulness, sagacity, and stability, that made 1832, he was promoted to the rank of colonel; him a leader to his mates and a pride to his and soon after the opening of the Florida war, master. he was ordered to that territory. Here he was in constant service, and distinguished himself for his discretion and gallantry in circumstances of the most trying difficulty and peril. entire career won for him universal esteem and confidence. His The greatest achievement of Colonel Taylor in Florida was his victory of OKEE-CHOBEE, which was gained on the 25th of December, 1837. The action was very severe, and continued nearly four hours. The Indians, under the command of Alligator and Sam Jones, num After leaving school, the military spirit of young Taylor was constantly fanned by the popular excitement against the continual encroachments of England; and soon after the murderous attack of the British ship Leopard upon the Chesapeake, in 1808, he entered the army as first lieutenant in the 7th regiment of infantry. He soon gained distinction in border skirmishes with the Indians, and the declaration of war with England found him promoted to the rank of captain. Within sixty days after the commencement of hostilities in 1812, the im-bered about 700 warriors, and were posted in a becility of Hull lost to the country its Michigan dense hammock, with their front covered by a territory, and fearfully jeoparded the whole small stream, almost impassable on account of northwestern region. It was of the utmost quicksands, and with their flanks secured by importance to intrust the few and feeble forts swamps that prevented all access. Colonel of that great dominion to men of established Taylor's force amounted to about 500 men, a valor and discretion. Captain Taylor was at portion of whom were inexperienced volunteers. once invested with the command of FORT HAR- By an extraordinary effort, the stream in front RISON, Situated on the Wabash, in the very heart was crossed, under a most galling fire of the of the Indian country. The defenses of this enemy, by our soldiers, who sunk to the middle post were in a miserable condition, and its gar- in the mire. A close and desperate fight enrison consisted of only fifty men, of whom thirty sued, during which the five companies of the were disabled by sickness. With this little sixth infantry, who bore the brunt of the fray, handful of soldiers, the young commander im- lost every officer but one, and one of these commediately set about repairing the fortifications. panies saved only four privates unharmed. The He had hardly completed his work, when, on enemy's line was at last broken, and their right the night of the 4th of September, an alarm shot flank turned. They were soon scattered in all from one of his sentinels aroused him from a bed directions, and were pursued till near night. of fever, to meet the attack of a large force of The American loss was 26 killed and 112 Miami Indians. Every man was at once ordered wounded; that of the Indians was very large, to his post. A contiguous blockhouse was fired but never definitely ascertained. Throughout by the enemy, and a thick discharge of bullets the whole engagement, Colonel Taylor was and arrows was opened upon the fort. The passing on his horse from point to point withdarkness of the night, the howlings of the sav- in the sweep of the Indian rifles, emboldening ages, the shrieks of the women and children, the and directing his men, without the least apparent fast approaching flames, and the panic of the regard for his own personal safety. This vicdebilitated soldiers, made up a scene of terror, tory had a decisive influence upon the turn of but could not shake the determination nor the the war; and the government immediately testijudgment of the young chieftain. He inspired fied their sense of its importance by conferring his men with his own courage and energy. The upon its gallant winner the rank of brigadierflames were extinguished, the consumed breast-general by brevet. works were renewed, and volley answered volley In the following May, General Taylor sucfor six long hours till day break enabled the ceeded General Jesup in the command of the |