A JERSEY CENTENARIAN.
HAVE seen her at last,
and seven years old.
She is a hundred
George Washington quite distinctly. It is some¬
what confusing, however, that she also remembers
a contemporaneous Josiah W. Perkins, of Basking
Ridge, N.J., and, I think, has the impression that
Perkins was the better man. Perkins, at the close
of the last century, paid her some little attention.
There are a few things that a really noble woman
of a hundred and seven never forgets.
It was Perkins, who said to her in 1795, in the
streets of Philadelphia, " Shall I show thee Gen,
Washington ? " Then she said careless-like (for
you know, child, at that time it wasn't what it is
now to see Gen, Washington), she said, " So do,
Josiah, so do ! •" Then he pointed to a tall man
who got out of a carriage, and went into a large
house. He was larger than you be. He wore his
own hair—not powdered ; had a flowered chintz
vest, with yellow breeches and blue stockings, and
a broad brimmed hat. In summer he wore a white
straw hat, and at his farm at Basking Ridge he