Many a time when I think of Mr.Mills, an anecdote of him comes into my mind, and I presume that a great many have heard of the same.

He was once traveling through the town of Litchfield where there was at that time a famous law school.

Two or three of the students were walking a little way out of town, when who should they see coming along the road but old Mr.Mills.They supposing him to be some old "codger," thought they would have a little fun with him.

When they met him one of them asked him "if he had heard the news ?" "No," he says, "what is it ?" "The devil is dead." "Is he ?" says Mr.Mills, "I am sorry for you--poor fatherless children, what will become of you ?" I understand that they let him pass without further conversation.

He was a good man and looked very old to me, as he always wore a large white wig..