President, thirty- seven; after Monroe, his
successor, thirty-eight; to skip over an
interval, and come to our own times, we
find nine places called Polk, one called
Zachary, and nine called Taylor—but
Zachary Taylor is not godfather to all—six
Fillmores, four Pierces, three Buchanans, and
twelve Fremonts.

There is the home origin expressed in the
seven Andovers, the seven Guildfords, the
seven Bainbridges, the eleven Baths, the dozen-
and-a-half of Manchesters, the score of
Bedfords, and the score of Dovers, and the three
dozen Yorks and Yorktowns. There is the
mark of puritan ancestry in the five Zions, the
eight Bethanys, the half-dozen Bethlehems, the
two dozen Bethels, the five and thirty Salems,
the two rivers Jordan, the Nazareth and the
two Jerusalems. There is the nature of the
continent expressed in the sixteen places
named after the Bear, the twenty-three after
the Deer, thirty-four after the Beaver,
twenty-nine after the Buffalo, and nine after
the Racoon; in Grassy Creek, the town of
Grey Eagle and the Rattlesnake Mountains.

The tide of westward emigration is
indicated in eleven German-Towns, one
Germanville, two Germans and two German
settlements; in four Erins, an Ireland,
Ireland's Eye and Irish Grove; while, at the
same time, the tendency of the Scotch to get
out of Scotland is displayed by thirteen
Caledonias. There is the wide field before
the settlers expressed in the ransacking for
names which has pressed into service even
Bagdad, and Paradise, and Purgatory. Their
hope may have found expression in five
Paradises, in the eight Edens, in the twenty-
eight places called after Hope itself, and the
eleven more called emphatically Hopewell.
Content is expressed in the name of the
town called Pleasant, in the Pleasanton
and in the Pleasantville, in the four Pleasant
Groves, the Pleasant Gap, the three
Pleasant Ridges, the two Pleasant Points,
the seventeen Mount Pleasants and eight
Pleasant Hills, the five Pleasant Vallies
and one Pleasant Vale, the two Pleasant
Plains, and the two Pleasant Rivers, the one
Pleasant View, the one Pleasant Run, the one
Pleasant Spring and the one Pleasant Unity;
which leads our minds at once to the ten
Harmonies and the one Harmony Grove, to
fourteen Concords and to four Concordias.
There is, indeed, no lack of attempt to
express the mind as well as matter of the
land. Two counties and twenty-one towns
are called Liberty; there are three Libertyvilles
and two Liberty Hills. There is one
county and eleven towns called Independence;
a Cape called Independence breasts
the storm; there are two Rocks of
Independence, and there is also a River of
Independence watering the soil. Let us not
omit to add that there is also a place called
Yellville, and a place called Tomahawk; and
that there are fourteen Hurricane Towns
and three Hurricane Creeks, to one Serene
and one Mount Serene.

THE DEAD SECRET.

CHAPTER THE FIFTEENTH. MR. MUNDER ON
THE SEAT OF JUDGMENT.

THE murmuring voices and the hurrying
footsteps came nearer and nearer, then
stopped altogether. After an interval of
silence, one voice called out loudly, "Sarah!
Sarah! where are you?" and the next
instant Uncle Joseph appeared alone in the
doorway that led into the north hall, looking
eagerly all round him.

At first, the prostrate figure on the landing
at the head of the stairs escaped his
view. But the second time he looked in that
direction, the dark dress, and the arm that
lay just over the edge of the top stair, caught
his eye. With a loud cry of terror and recognition,
he flew across the hall, and ascended
the stairs. Just as he was kneeling by Sarah's
side, and raising her head on his arm, the
steward, the housekeeper, and the maid, all
three crowded together after him into the
doorway.

"Water!" shouted the old man, gesticulating
at them wildly with his disengaged
hand. "She is here—she has fallen down—
she is in a faint! Water! water!"

Mr. Munder looked at Mrs. Pentreath,
Mrs. Pentreath looked at Betsey, Betsey
looked at the ground. All three stood stock-
still; all three seemed equally incapable of
walking across the hall. If the science of
physiognomy be not an entire delusion, the
cause of this amazing unanimity was legibly
written in their faces; in other words, they
all three looked equally afraid of the ghost.

"Water, I say! Water!" reiterated Uncle
Joseph, shaking his fist at them. "She is in a
faint! Are you three at the door there, and
not one heart of mercy among you? Water!
water! water! Must I scream myself into
fits before I can make you hear?"

"I'll get the water, ma'am," said Betsey,
"if you or Mr. Munder will please to take it
from here to the top of the stairs."

She ran to the kitchen, and came back
with a glass of water, which she offered, with
a respectful curtsey, first to the housekeeper,
and then to the steward.

"How dare you ask us to carry things for
you?" said Mrs. Pentreath, backing out of
the doorway.

"Yes! how dare you ask us?" added
Mr. Munder, backing after Mrs. Pentreath.

"Water!" shouted the old man for the
third time. He drew his niece backward a
little, so that she could be supported against
the wall behind her. "Water! or I trample
down this dungeon of a place about your
ears!" he shouted, stamping with impatience
and rage.

"If you please, sir, are you sure it's really
the lady who is up there?" asked Betsey,