But for the existence of a little old chest, full of faded family letters and papers, it is unlikely that this story would not have been written. The characters in it are men and women long dead, it is true, but more interesting surely than the cardboard figures of fiction, and, if the ambition of the authors be realized, brought to life in an atmosphere of the history book proper, for there is nothing cut and dried, or dry as dust about these old letters. They are as natural and vivid as the day they were penned, and shimmer still with the silvery sand used to dry their ink – ink faded now to the colour of last year’s leaves.