Lower Chichester Township.

for Col. Webb to continue the matter at present. I will not listen to it, sir."

Marshall's brother, who had withdrawn some distance from the ground where the duelists stood during the firing, now joined tile group, and said, with much warmth of manner, -

"It is absurd to talk about another shot. This matter has already gone far enough. Tom has no right to ask it of Col. Webb, but he should rather thank God that things are not more serious than they are."

The bystanders now joined in and declared that they would not permit the duel to be continued; that both the gentlemen ought to be satisfied, at least for the time being. Col. Webb, who was lying on the ground, supported in the arms of Maj. Morell (who, after he had told Dr. Tucker the import of Marshall's demand, had returned to the side of his principal), inquired what was the subject-matter of discussion. Maj. Morell stated that Marshall was not satisfied, and had demanded another exchange of shots.

"I have entertained no unkind feelings towards Mr. Marshall at any time," replied Webb; "nor do I now feel unkindly towards him. I do not know why he should bear such uncompromising malice against me.''

When it was announced to Marshall that the second and surgeon of Col. Webb, and even the bystanders, would not consent to the continuation of the duel at the present time, he shrugged his shoulders, remarking, -

"We've no further business here; we may as well return to the hotel." And almost immediately Marshall and his friends left the grounds, both parties apparently entertaining the same hated feeling towards each other as when they met. In a few moments after Marshall left, Col. Webb was assisted to his feet by his friends, and partly lifted over the fence and placed in his carriage, which drove off to Appleby's.

Marshall and his party went to Marcus Hook, intending to get aboard the steamboat, but finding that they could not do so, they returned to the Union Hotel for breakfast. Marshall meeting Mr. Randall oil the porch, inquired how Webb was, trusted that his wound would not be a serious one, and expressed regrets that he had insisted upon the third shot. His excitement and anger, seemingly, had entirely abated. Marshall and his party, later in the day, went directly to Baltimore and Washington.

At the Union Hotel, Col. Webb had his wound dressed anew, and while the surgeon was probing he is said to have watched the movements of the doctor with interest, but without exhibiting the least fear or indicating in anywise that he was suffering pain. At an early hour Col. Webb's party drove to Philadelphia, reaching that cite at half-past nine o'clock in the forenoon, and stopped at the United States Hotel, where the wound was again examined, and some apprehension expressed that it might be necessary to amputate the leg. This anticipation was not realized. Col. Webb in a few days became much better, and his flow of spirits never deserted him. On one occasion when a friend asked him if he was not tired of being confined to his bed, he, with a good-natured laugh, replied, "I can't help it; I am under Marshall law."

On the return of Col. Webb and Maj. Morell to New York, they were arrested for violating the statutes of that commonwealth, which made it penal to leave the State to accept, fight, or be anywise connected with a duel. The grand jury found a true bill against Webb; he was tried, and the jury rendered a verdict of guilty. The case excited general public attention, and Webb was for a season one of the noted sensations. His friends brought enormous pressure on Hon. Silas Wright, then Governor, who made him the object of executive clemency.

On June 9, 1845, Washington Keith and Morris Meredith, both of Philadelphia, fought a duel on the old field, - where, it was said, the stones marking the spaces where Hunter and Miller stood remained undisturbed, and every spring were whitewashed to make them conspicuous. By a stupid blunder of the seconds, at the word only one of the principals (Keith) fired, his ball lodging in Meredith's thigh. The wounded man, too badly injured to return the fire of the man who had shot without being shot at, was brought to Chester, where Dr. McClellan, who had attended as one of the surgeons, extracted the ball, and after many weeks the wound healed kindly. There was, however, no further effort made to give Meredith a chance to rectify the error. He had escaped with his life, and honor's demands had been fully met.

David Trainer, the grandfather of William, emigrated from Ireland when nine years of age, and entering the service of George Hinkson, of Nether Providence, Delaware Co., remained until he attained his majority. He married Martha, daughter of Bethel Robert Booth, to whom were born children, - Jane, Lydia, Mary, Martha, Margaret, Prudence, and David. He married, a second time, Margaret Morton, whose children were Daniel, Edith, George, and James. Mr. Trainer for a while cultivated a farm, after which he engaged extensively in the quarrying of stone, in Ridley township, in connection with his former occupation. His son, David, was born Feb. 19, 1777, in Darby township, and during his active life was both a farmer and a miller. He was an influential citizen, public-spirited and progressive, in politics a pronounced Federalist, and for one or more terms commissioner of the county. He married Mrs. Sarah Newlan, of Lower Chichester township, whose