He was born Sept.

4, 1882, and died four days afterward, that being the first grief that we had known since our marriage.

Another daughter, Adele, crept into our hearts and household April 24th, 1884, and is still with us.
Adrian C.Anson Jr.

came into the world on September 4th, 1887, and died on the eighteenth day of January following.

He lived the longest of all of my boys and his death was the cause of great grief both to his mother and myself.
The storks brought me another daughter, my little Dorothy, on August 13th, 1889, and she, thank God, is still engaged in making sunshine for us all.
John Henry Anson was born on May 3d, 1892, but four days later the angel of Death again stopped at my threshold and when he departed he bore a baby boy in his arms, whither I know not, but to a better world that this I feel certain, and one to which his baby brothers had journeyed before him.
Virginia Jeanette arrived November 22d, 1899, and has already learned to kick at the umpire when her meals are not furnished as promptly as she has reason to think they should be.