His dust lies under the present Church of St.Xavier,--the dust of as noble a man and as true a priest as ever sacrificed himself for the good of humanity.
In after years Simon Kenton visited Beverley and Alice in their Virginia home.

To his dying day he was fond of describing their happy and hospitable welcome and the luxuries to which they introduced him.
They lived in a stately white mansion on a hill overlooking a vast tobacco plantation, where hundreds of negro slaves worked and sang by day and frolicked by night.

Their oldest child was named Fitzhugh Gaspard.

Kenton died in 1836.
There remains but one little fact worth recording before we close the book.

In the year 1800, on the fourth of July, a certain leading French family of Vincennes held a patriotic reunion, during which a little old flag was produced and its story told.