"A severe course of early piety!" concluded the young man, throwing a terrible sting into the tail of his sentence, not less by the manner than the voice. "You should answer for this, Mr. Wallace, as you call yourself," foamed the Colonel "but " "But what, Lieut. Colonel Bancker as you try to call yourself?" thundered the young man, in reply.

"Oh, we have had quite enough of misconceptions," said that estimable lady, with what appeared to be another shot at Wallace. "Let us have the truth at last. I had the impoliteness to ask Colonel Bancker his age, and he had the courtesy to say that he was just turned of thirty-two." "Ph-ph-ph-ph-ew!" came in a long whistle from the lips of the tormentor.

But being within the resolutions of the Convention, the commissioners cannot advise a recompense. "GERARD BANCKER, Treasurer. "PETER T. CURTENIUS, State Auditor. "AARON BURR, Attorney-general." On the 19th of January, 1791, Colonel Burr was appointed a senator of the United States, in the place of General Schuyler, whose term of service would expire on the 4th of March following.

We have not chosen to depict the storm which followed the sudden departure of Colonel John Boadley Bancker from the house of Judge Owen, near the Harlem River. One of those blind, indiscriminate storms, which having no justice have no direction, and which consequently hurt no one, though they offend all.

On the 8th day of March, 1790, the legislature passed an act appointing Gerard Bancker, treasurer, Peter Curtenius, auditor, and Aaron Burr, attorney-general, a board of commissioners to report on the subject of the various claims against the state for services rendered, or injuries sustained, during the war of the revolution. The task was one of great delicacy, and surrounded with difficulties.

The Judge and his wife returned from their little trip up the Hudson, on the second day after their departure; and within three hours after their arrival, before the Judge had been absent from the house a moment and before Colonel Boadley Bancker could by any means have managed to see him, the storm of paternal wrath and indignation burst on the devoted heads for which it was intended.

Isaac Cornell, and to her they came from the Somerville, New Jersey, home of her father, Mr. Richard Bancker Duyckinck, who in his turn received them from his aunt, Mrs. Peter Jay, the subject of one of these portraits and at one time mistress of the Jay mansion at Rye.

In dress Colonel Bancker presented no variation from the other colonels of the volunteer service wearing the full blue uniform, shoulder-straps and belts, with the number of his regiment wrought in gold on the front of a broad brimmed hat lying on a book-table near him.

"Do you call Colonel Bancker low company, father?" "Colonel Bancker? No, girl! Colonel Bancker is a gentleman and a soldier," replied the Judge. "I am speaking of that low, contemptible scoundrel, Wallace."

He had only muttered before this time he thundered. "Old! You are talking about age, are you, you shameless, impertinent hussy insulting me as well as my friends, are you! You don't like Bancker, the husband I pick out for you, because he is not a beardless boy, and you choose to consider him old.