Wistar was a professor in the University of Pennsylvania and, for many 

 years, president of the American Philosophical Society. It was usual for 

 members of the Society, after the meetings, to hold social gatherings at 

 Dr. Wistar's house and, after his death, the gatherings continued to be 

 held, under the name of the "Wistar Parties," a custom still in full force 

 after the lapse of more than a century and the cards of invitation still 

 bear the name and bewigged head of the great anatomist. Any guests 

 may be invited, but the host must be a member of the American Philo- 

 sophical Society. 



Before we came back to Princeton, my Grandfather had married 

 again and his second wife was a widow, Mrs. Samuel W. Stockton, with 

 a son and daughter. She was the daughter of the Rev. Andrew Hunter, 

 professor of mathematics in the U. S. Navy, and Mary Stockton of 

 Morven, as the Stockton house in Princeton, built in 1701, has been 

 called since the middle of the eighteenth century. This was the only 

 Grandmother I ever knew and she was so loving and tender that I never 

 felt the difference and loved her deeply in return. 



My Grandmother, as I shall call her hereafter, was born in 1807, when 

 her mother, who had married late in life, was nearly fifty years old. 

 Mrs. Hunter's memories thus ran far back into Colonial times. My 

 Grandmother used to tell us many stories of famous people in Colonial 

 and Revolutionary days and I have never forgiven myself for faiUng to 

 collect and record these authentic tales, which she would tell us with 

 incomparable fun and spirit. I may record here two or three of such of 

 these stories as I remember, which deal with people of historic interest. 

 They are all concerned with my Grandmother's Aunt Cuthbert, her 

 mother's twin sister Susan, whose nickname of "Devil Sukey" is suf- 

 ficient proof that she was no meek and tame maiden. 



When Governor William Franklin, the last royal governor of New 

 Jersey, was coming to spend a day at Morven, there was a great bustle 

 to prepare a fitting reception for His Majesty's representative and the 

 children were all sent upstairs to be out of the way, but Sukey was 

 determined to see the fun. Watching for an unobserved moment, she 

 slipped into the kitchen and plunged her head into a bowl of molasses 

 and then into a bag of feathers. Having thus tarred and feathered her- 

 self, she took post on the turn of the staircase and peeped over the ban- 

 nisters where the Governor, who knew her well, would be sure to see 

 her. The stratagem succeeded perfectly; Governor Franklin called her 

 down and, though heartily laughed at, she gained her point, as she 

 usually did. 



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