It may be a matter of interest to the reader of this paper that I should add some of my own recolections of my grand-father and grand-mother.  The spring and summer after my mother's death I lived in Grand-father Rawson's family, and that was the time that my grand-father died.

Grand-father Rawson was 80 years old when he died; but before his sickness he appeared quite smart and active, taking part in the farm-work of the season with a good degree of vigor.  He was a middle-sized man and not very fleshy.  He was very deaf and for that reason was not in the habit of attending public meetings.  His eye-sight was good, so that he did not use glasses for reading, though in earlier years he had used them.

Grand-mother Rawson was born in the same year as her husband.  She was a woman of large frame and quite fleshy, so that it was with some difficulty that she could go up a flight of stairs.  She was quite dignified in appearance and manner, and her conversation was instructive and inspiring.

My father took me to Vermont in the early autumn, so that the events connected with her death I only know from Aunt Roxa's account.