And Marlowe Mann—­whose name stands for the Christian schoolmaster—­no one knows where he sleeps now; perhaps no one, surely but a few.  He saw his college-mates rise to honor and fame.  They offered him positions, but he knew his place in the world.

When his hair was turning gray, there came to him an offer of an opportunity for wealth, from his remaining relatives.  At the same time the agency offered him the use of a farm.  He accepted the latter for his work’s sake, and returned to his old friends a loving letter and an old poem, and with the latter we will leave this picture of old times on the Oregon: 

    “Happy the man whose wish and care
      A few paternal acres bound;
     Content to breathe his native air
      On his own ground.

    “Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
      Whose flocks supply him with attire;
     Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
      In winter, fire.

    “Sound sleep by night, study and ease,
      Together mixed sweet recreation;
     And innocence, which most doth please,
      With meditation.

    “Blessed who can unconcernedly find
      Hours, days, and years glide soft away,
     In health of body, peace of mind;
      Quiet by day.

    “Thus let me live unseen, unknown;
      Thus unlamented let me die;
     Steal from the world, and not a stone
      Tell where I lie.”

HISTORICAL NOTES.

I.

VANCOUVER.

The remarkable progress of the Pacific port cities of Seattle and Tacoma make Washington an especially bright, new star on the national flag.  Surrounded as these cities are with some of the grandest and most poetic scenery in the United States, with gigantic forests and rich farm-lands, with mountains of ores, with coal-mines, iron-mines, copper-mines, and mines of the more precious treasures; washed as they are by the water of noble harbors, and smiled upon by skies of almost continuous April weather—­there must be a great future before the cities of Puget Sound.

The State of Washington is one of the youngest in the Union, and yet she is not too young to celebrate soon the one-hundredth anniversary of several interesting events.

It was on the 15th of December, 1790, that Captain George Vancouver received his commission as commander of his Majesty’s sloop of war the Discovery.  Three of his officers were Peter Puget, Joseph Baker, and Joseph Whidby, whose names now live in Puget Sound—­Mount Baker, and Whidby Island.

The great island of British Columbia, and its energetic port city, received the name of Vancouver himself, and Vancouver named most of the places on Puget Sound in honor of his personal friends.  He must have had a heart formed for friendship, thus to have immortalized those whom he esteemed and loved.  It is the discovery and the naming of mountains, islands, and ports of the Puget Sound that suggest poetic and patriotic celebrations.