The Pulaskian., 1917-08-10

Of Campbell and Charlotte
 counties, is splendid colonial mansion, green-blinded and with brass-knockered doorway that opens on a formal box-hedged pathway fianked by sun dial at the end of the walk. It is only one of hundreds of historic homes in this beautiful state, but as "Red Hill," the last home and resting place of Patrick Henry, 1t is beloved by every Virginian and is also regard ed as shrine by all patriotic Ameri- cans from coast to coast.
 The Red Hill of yesterday consisted of 2,000-acre plantation, thus named because of the red-brown soil. For two years after Patrick Henry bought the place he divided his time between 1t and his Long Island plantation 20 miles further up the river. Meantime, how ever, he became so attached to Red It'll that he decided to spend the re- mainder of his days there, and accord ingly removed there In 1796, making no changes in the architecture of the old revolutionary house except to add a shed in order that he might hear the batter of the rain on the roof, writes Louise E. Dew, in Grit.
 The Red Hill of today has been re- gently remodeled along colonial lines, but adjacent to the house stands the same little hip-roofed "cookhouse" or kitchen, always feature of the ante bellum home, and over which presided red-turbanned, white-haired "Aunt Becky" and her kinky-headed minions, all of whom loved and reverenced the "marster" with all his kith and kin.
 His Office and Tomb.
 Nearby, stands the diminutive "of flee" in which Patrick Henry transact ed all the plantation affairs. Further on, at the end of the oldzfashioned gar den inclosed by boxwood hedge 30 feet square, lie his remains marked by an oblong slab of marble bearing the inscription of his name, the date of his birth and death, and the simple words ::
 His Name Is His Best Epitaph."
 Under the adjoining slab rest the re- mains of his wife, Dorothea Dandridge, to whom he left his estate for life as follows:
 "I do give to my said wife all my lands at and adjoining my dwelling place called Red Hill. to be held during her life with 20 slaves, her choice of them all. At her death the said lands are to be divided at her dis cretion."
 From that day to this the home of Patrick Henry has been jealously guarded by his descendants.
 In the restoration of Red Hill the colonial character of the building has been preserved and added to without in any way departing from the lines which Patrick Henry knew and loved. The woodwork inside the house Is white; tall mantels and big freplaces add to it's quaint character. The brass locks represent part of the fee in the famous Randolph case when Patrick Henry saved the life of Richard, broth. CT of that eccentric genius John Ran dolph of Roanoke. The old-fashioned garden has been restocked with shrubs from Mount Vernon and the landscap- ing done by the brother of the gar dener at Mount Vernon who was his in- structor.
 Has Beautiful Location.
 Red Hill is superbly situated. On the north it looks out upon the Blue Ridge with the lofty peaks of the Otter plainly visible although 60 miles dis tant; on the south a serpentine stretch of the Staunton valley, varying in width from a quarter of mile to a mile, the banks of the river gleaming with giant oaks and holly trees from which the Spanish moss trails and gar lands like fantastic Druidical boards.
 It was recently my privilege to visit in Richmond, Va, at Rosecroft, the home of Mrs. Elizabeth Henry Lyons, great-granddaughte of Patrick Henry who inherited with her brothers Red Hill, and to see there many relics of her famous ancestor besides numerous letters and documents yellowed with age and creased by times fingers.
 There stands in bas-relief a day spent in visiting the historic spots of Richmond. One incident particularly is recalled with peculiar significance at this crisis in our world affairs. Rev erently sitting in the cathedraltwilight of old St. Johns church, in the very pew where Patrick Henry stood when he delivered his famous speech before the second Virginia convention, March 20, 1775, closed my eyes, picturing the scene as it must have appeared that day so long ago. There were all the great men of the day. including George Washington, Jefferson and many oth- CTS, some of whom had travelled long distances to be present. filling the pews to oyerfowings even to the window lodges outside, and in their midst an orator delivering himself of words of fire, even as did St. Paul at Athens of old. Suddenly voice broke my reverie and the stiffness of the church. It was our old guide repeating the words Pat rick Henry uttered a century and c