And near it is her dark-brown "calash," a big bonnet with rattans stitched in so it would easily move back and forward.

Her winter hood was of dark blue silk, warmly wadded and prettily quilted.
Who would not wish to live to be a hundred if health and mental vigour could be retained?
This rare old lady wrote lively, interesting letters on all current topics, and was as eager to win at whist, backgammon, or logomachy as a child.

Her religion was the most beautiful part of her life, the same every day, self-forgetting, practical Christianity.

She is not forgotten; her life is still a stimulus, an inspiration, a benediction.

The love and veneration of those who gathered about her in family reunions were expressed by her nephew Dr.Fred B.Lund, one of the most distinguished surgeons of Boston: To her who down the pathway of the years Serene and calm her blessed way she trod, Has given smiles for smiles, and tears for tears, Held fast the good in life, and shown how God Has given to us His servants here below, A shining mark to follow in our strife, Who proves that He is good, and makes us know Through ten decades of pure and holy life How life may be made sweeter at its end, How graces from the seasons that have fled May light her eyes and added glory lend To saintly aureole about her head.
We bring our Christmas greeting heartily, Three generations gathered at her feet, Who like a little child has led, while we Have lived and loved beneath her influence sweet.
[Illustration: THE STREET FRONTING THE SANBORN HOME AT HANOVER, N.H.] Levi Parsons Morton, born at Shoreham, Vermont, May 16, 1824, was named for his mother's brother, Levi Parsons, the first American missionary to Palestine.