Chester A. Arthur

Nearly 50 yoars ago a baptist preachcr of Irish birth aDd remarkablc ability and eloquence moved to the town of' Fairfield, Vt. Ho drew unheard of audieDces. The school house was too smull to hold them. A spacious bam was pressed iato service until a meeting house waa built. Whcn'tlie miniater uiovtid hu family to the place there was no vacant house but a sniall log cabin. There they went. " One night," writes an acquaintaucc of the family who was then a boy living with liin parents near the lot; cabiD, " my niothcr was mysteriously absent, and our anxiouH inquirios concerning bcr whoreabuuts wcre answered gravely but evasively by our father, but flho returned in ihe murninj; to tbs care of her own flock, with her face radiant with smilos, and atouished us with tho intelligcnce that a new boy had been sent to the minister ¦ duriug the niglit. Sho said that the reverend gentleman quite forgot the diginty ot bis office, and neurly dancod up and down with wüd deüght, when my grandmother inforiucd hiui that ' it was a boy, and that boy, boni in th.it Immblo log fabin, u the republicin ciuiilidato tiir viopreMOSBt ol the United ÖUtdS. He WM DMiad for tho tUeudiog physioiiui, Chester Abel Arthur."