The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-10-25

the former had been eueombed . thouS- and years, and if the latter were vell dcoe in sounding Greek and Latin. hsgan to reverence royal lines of deceased monarchs, and longed to connect my osn name, now growing into college popularity, with some far-of mighty one who had ruled in pomp and luxury his obsequious people. The trunk in Snow borough troubled my dreams. In that receptacle still slept the proof of our family distinction. I will go." quoth I l" to the home ot my aunts nen vacation, and there learn how we became mighty, and discover precisely why we don't practice to-day our inherited claims to glory"
 1 went to Snowborcugh. Amt Patience vas now anxious to lay before her im- patient nephew the proof he buned to behold. But frs; she must explain. All the old family documents and letters were, no doubt, destroyed in the great tire of 'o8, as nothing in the shape of parchment or paper implying nobility had ever been discovered in Snow- borough or elsewhere. But-there had been preserved, for many years, suit of imperial clothes, that had been worn by their great-grandfathere in England, and no doubt in the new world also. These garments had been carefully watched and guarded for were they not the proof that their owner belonged to a station in life second, if second at all, to the royal court of King George itself? Pre- cious casket, into which was soon to have the privilege of gazing! Through how many long years these fond, foolish virgins had lighted their unfiickering lamps of expectation and hope at this cherished old shrine.
 1 was now on my way to the family re- pository of all our greatness. went up stairs "on the jump" We all knels down before the well preserved box and my proud Aunt Patience, in somewhat reverent manner, turned the key My hesr-l am not ashamed to confess ii now, although i, is forty years since the quartet, in search of family honors, were on their knees that summer after noon in Snowborough-my heart beat high. was about to look on that which might be dukes or an earfs regalia- And was descended from the owner in direct line! had been lately reading Shakespeare "Titus Andronicus :" and remembered, there before the trunk, the lines
 70 sacred receptacle of my joys
 Sweet cell of virtue and nobility."
 The lid went up, and the sisters began to unroll the precious garments, which seemed all enshrined in aromatic gums and spices. The odor of that interior lives with me to this day; and grow faint with the memory of that hour. With pious precision the clothes were uncovered, and at last the whole white suit was laid before my expectant eyes.
 Reader, am an old man now, and have not long to walk this planet. But whatever dreadful shock may be in re- serve f,r my declining years, am cer- tain can bear it; for went through that scene at Scarborough, and still live
 When the garments were fully dis played, all the aunts looked at me. had been to college; I had studied Burke's " Peerage': l had been ence to New York. Perhaps could immedi- ately name the exact station iG noble British life to which that suit of clothes belonged. could saw it ali at glance. grew austered and pale. i dared not look my poor deluded female relatives in the face.
 What rank in the peeragc do these gold-iaced garments and big buttons be- token ?' cried all three.
 It is suit of servants livery." gasped l, and fell back with shudder.
 That evening, af CT the sun had gone down, we buried those hateful garments in ditch at the bottom of the garden Rest there, perturbed body coat, yellow trousers, brown gaiters, and all.
 Vain and glory of this world, I hate yer