None but a wise and good mother could have reared such daughters as Mrs. Patterson and Mrs. Stover. When Mrs. Senator Patterson found herself 'the first lady in the land,' she made this remark, which has been the key-note of the feminine department of the White House from that day to the present time: 'We are plain people, from the mountains of Tennessee, called here for a short time by a national calamity. I trust too much will not be expected of us.' When Anna Surratt threw herself prostrate upon the floor of one of the ante-rooms of the White House, begging to see Mrs. Patterson, she said: 'Tell the girl she has my sympathy, my tears, but I have no more right to speak than the servants of the White House.' When the 'pardon brokers' trailed their slimy lengths everywhere about the Mansion, they never dared to cross a certain enchanted pathway; and the face of any lobbyist set in this direction has always brought up in the end against a stone wall."

Mrs. Johnson shared as little as possible in the honors accorded her family, as well after as during their stay in the White House, and gladly turned her face homeward, to find rest and repose so necessary to her feeble condition.

Once more quietly established at home, she anticipated renewed happiness in the presence of her reunited family, and reasonably hoped to have much happiness in the future.

Death hovered near her when least expected, and one night, as the servant entered the room of her son (Col. Robert Johnson), he was discovered in a dying

condition, and in an unconscious state passed from earth. From a tear-stained letter, we gather these sad particulars. "He was well and on the street at five o'clock, and at dusk, as the servant went as usual, to light his lamp, she discovered that he was in a deep sleep. He was never aroused from it. All the physi cians of the village were immediately called in, but alas! too late to do any good. He breathed his last at half-past eleven that night, without a single groan or struggle.

"I do not suppose he ever made an enemy in his life. He was certainly the most popular boy ever raised in this part of the country, and continued so after he became a man. Oh, if he could only have spoken one word to us! but he passed into the tomb, unconscious of all around him. He was buried with Masonic honors, and the largest funeral ever before seen in this village accompanied his remains to the grave."

After seven years of wanderings he was permitted to accompany his parents to their home, and die surrounded by the friends of his youth. Thus in the prime and vigor of manhood, he has descended to the tomb, regretted by all who knew him, and deeply lamented by his mother, who has in a few short years lost two grown sons. But one is left to her, and at the time of his brother's death (which occurred on the 22nd of April), was at school in Georgetown. Three children are spared to cheer her saddened age, and sustain her in her deep grief.

Tennessee is proud to have her children return tc their home in the midst of her grand old mountain

scenery,

and Tennesseeans delight to honor and accord praise to Mrs. Johnson and her daughters, who, through so many difficulties, and the most stormy period of the country's experience, so conducted themselves as to compel the fiercest opponents of the Administration to acknowledge their superior merits. To the family of President Johnson Americans point with just pride, and their native State responds to the harmonious voice of the country.

MARTHA PATTERSON.

THE resemblance to her father is a marked attribute of Mrs. Patterson's face; a reproduction, though moulded in a softer cast, of his distinct and regular features and expressive eyes. She possesses his executive ability, his comprehensiveness, and many of his characteristic peculiarities. Her countenance denotes strength, and the organs of the head indicate a harmonious and perfect blending with the finer sentiments of the heart.

Eyes large and full discover her power of language, and the development of form, color, size, and weight, attest her ability to judge correctly and estimate proportions unerringly. Viewed from a phrenological stand-point, hers is a remarkable organism. The head is symmetrical, tending upward from the brow, indicating spirituality, and gently sloping to the ears and neck, embracing in its outlines the faculties of firmness, generosity, and benevolence.

Never led off by persuasion from what her judg ment decides correct, she rarely makes a mistake in regard to persons or places, and is the firm advocate of those less fortunate than herself. Like her heart, her mouth is large, the lips partaking more of the intellectual than of the sensual. The length, prominence, and compression of the upper lip, bespeaks the firmness and strength of character which stamps her, wherever she