It has been a pleasure to follow the traces they impressed upon the soil two hundred years ago, and to look through the Vista of years that opened before them when they crossed the seas, trusting their names, their fortune, their faith to a new country. Their genealogical records bear witness to their good blood; their maintenances de noblesse are still in existence, brought with them from France, in simple accord with what they considered a family necessity, as much so as a house and furniture. Traditions are still carrying a pale reflection of coloring and wavering outline of them. Little stories of them are still to be met hanging on a withering memory like shriveled berries on a tree that the next blast will rend from their twigs and scatter on the ground.
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