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"Mr. Adams instantly appealed to the charter. That the Governor was Commander-in-Chief of all the military and naval power in its jurisdiction.' So obviously true was this that the point was withdrawn. Hutchinson and Dalrymple, after consulting, said they might withdraw one regiment to the castle if that would satisfy the people.

"With a self-recollection, a self-possession, a self-command, a presence of mind that was admired by every man present, Samuel Adams arose with an air of dignity and majesty of which he was sometimes capable, stretched forth his arm, though even then quivering with palsy, and with a harmonious voice and decisive tone said, 'If the Lieutenant-Governor or Colonel Dalrymple, or both together, have authority to remove one regiment, they have authority to remove two, and nothing short of the total evacuation of the town by all the regular troops will satisfy the public mind or preserve the peace of the Province.'

"These few words thrilled through the veins of every man in the audience, and produced the great result."

High Street.

High Street is an old English name for the principal or business street of a town or city. If not so now in any English town, it was such when the name was given to it. It was formerly of the same meaning as "Main Street" in our Western cities and large towns. Main Street in American cities was intended to be the business street thereof. High Street, in Leicester, England, was formerly the principal street of that place. Upon that street is the old Roman House with its tessellated pavement, where you descend one story to reach what was on the level of the street and once the front hall and ante-room, which contains the oldest specimen of an old Roman tessellated pavement to be found in England.

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The Puritan.

The picture of the Puritan hanging his cat on Monday for killing a mouse on Sunday, is a copy of the one in the British Museum, London, and shows the animus of a certain class of Englishmen towards that sect.

The Puritans were bitter enemies of the stage and all connected with it, and their dislike was reciprocated most heartily by the playwrights and players.

Mrs. Lucy Hutchinson, speaking of the treatment of the Puritans, says: "Every stage and every table and every puppet play belched forth profane scoffs upon them, the drunkards made. them their songs, all fiddlers and mimics learned to abuse them, as finding it the most gameful way of fooling."

The scene depicted in the picture is from the play of "Drunken Barnaby's Tour."

"At Banbury came I oh; profane one,
Where I saw the Puritane one;

Hanging of his cat on Monday,

For killing of a mouse on Sunday."

This cartoon is an extravaganza, and of course not literally true or even supposed to be, by any one. Nevertheless, this is a very English picture, and like many English attempts at wit or humor, makes a very weird ending, or else a silly, meaningless one.

CHAPTER IX.

SELECTIONS FROM HER WORKS.

Extracts from Contemplations.

HE verses under this head was one of her latest efforts before her death, and one of the best. The scene is laid near the falls of the Merrimac River, which now furnishes the water power that runs the factories of the city of Lawrence, and she says in referring to the great dam,

"I markt, not crooks, nor rubs that there did lye
Could hinder aught, but still augment its force."

Nine of the verses of " Contemplation

choice samples of all.

are here inserted, as

Under the cooling shadow of a stately Elm,
Close sate I by a goodly River's side,

Where gliding streams the Rocks did overwhelm ;
A lonely place with pleasures dignifi'd.

I once that lov'd the shady woods so well,

Now thought the rivers did the trees excel,

And if the sun would ever shine, there would I dwell.

While on the stealing stream I fixt mine eye,

Which to the longed for Ocean held its course,

I markt, not crooks, nor rubs that there did lye
Could hinder aught, but still augment its force.
O happy Flood, quoth I, that holds thy race
Till thou arrive at thy beloved place,

Nor is it rocks or shoals that can obstruct thy pace.

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