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brackets, his father's sword, and his father's 

 telescope, a gift from Admiral Buckner who had 

 used it himself during the engagement ; higher 

 yet, the head of his grandson's first stag, portraits 

 of his son and his son's wife, and a couple of old 

 Windsor jugs from Mrs. Buckner's. But his 

 simple trophy was not yet complete ; a device 

 had to be worked and framed and hung below 

 the engraving; and for this he applied to his 

 daughter-in-law : ' I want you to work me some- 

 thing, Annie. An anchor at each side — an anchor 

 — stands for an old sailor, you know — stands for 

 hope, you know — an anchor at each side, and in 

 the middle Thankful.' It is not easy, on any 

 system of punctuation, to represent the Captain's 

 speech. Yet I hope there may shine out of these 

 facts, even as there shone through his own troubled 

 utterance, some of the charm of that delightful 

 spirit. 

 The golden In 1881, the time of the golden wedding came 



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round for that sad and pretty household. It 

 fell on a Good Friday, and its celebration can 

 scarcely be recalled without both smiles and 

 tears. The drawing-room was filled with presents 

 and beautiful bouquets ; these, to Fleeming and 

 his family, the golden bride and bridegroom dis- 

 played with unspeakable pride, she so painfully 

 excited that the guests feared every moment 

 to see her stricken afresh, he guiding and moder- 



