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Vol. 5 — No.7 > , Sees I REMEMBER Jim Bell Mrs. Grover’s Diary (continued) There were two young ladies that I neglected to mention in connection with Lady Colborne’s Bazaar. Neither was ever seen in anything but deep black. Miss Shaw, who was engaged to Gen- eral Brock who fell at Queenston Heights, calling to his York Vol- unteers to ‘Come on!” The other was Miss Givens, who was el- gaged to a son of Governor Mait- land. Her fiance, not being in good health, went back to Eng- land to consult the family physic- ian and died on the return jour- ney. Both of these young ladies had been belles in both Govern- ment and Military circles in the history of New York’s society. Neither of them ever married. Miss Givens lived to be ninety- one years of age. Brock’s death was well avenged as the American, invaders were pushed down the heights into the river and drown- ed. The next night after Miss Purcell’s party, just before go- ing in to say ‘good-night,’ all the girls dressed their hair in the new Boston style. As Miss Pur- cell. kissed us good night, she advised us to not change the style of hair dressing as she liked the two braids down our backs much better, for us. My last evening at Miss Purcell’s I felt dull and lonely in my room. The wind sighed through the trees like a mournful mel- ody. I had heard from father and I was to be home for Christ- mas. My sister was going to Mrs. Fitzgerald’s in Montreal and my brother to Upper Canada College after the holidays. This was my last evening at school. There was a faint tinkling of a bell. This was the signal to go down to the reception room. <A bright fire burned in the grate, adding great-, ly to the comfort, for the evening was chilly. Many fine pictures adorned the walls. One in parti- cular, I must mention. It was worked in black and grey on white silk and depicted Christ at the well. It had been done} by Miss Purcell when a girl at school in Ireland. Many of the girls had made a copy of it. Miss Purcell entered, taking her seat near enough to see what went on but not to be any re- straint to the young ladies seated around the tables. One girl, look- ing very thoughtful, said, “What will we all be doing five years from now? Let us make a con- tract that each of us will write a statement of our doings and surroundings five years from this ‘coming Christmas and send it to all the others.” “TI would like to look into the future,” said one of the others. “I can trust God for my future,” said Sarah Moun-, tain, a bishop’s daughter. An-| other girl said emphatically, “Well, if IT am not married in five years, there will be something wrong somewhere.” Sarah spoke again. | “T ean trust God and [. will through all time.’ She died two years later. There was a generous distribution of beauty around that. table as they listened. I will just add that six of those lovely girls were sleeping in their graves when the fifth Christmas came) around. Miss Sherman, seeing the turn the conversation had taken, proposed reading aloud. She sel- ected Mrs. Sherwood’s lectures on the church catechism. This was my last evening at Miss Purcell’s school.