occupy the present site of Bigelow's brick block next the river.
This building, or a part of it, was tenanted by Mr. Patrick Conolly, a tall, thin Irishman of severe aspect, a cobbler by profession.
General Lawrence tells of Mr. Conolly that on Conolly that on one St. Patrick's day, after making his usual preparations for attendance upon the festival in Boston,—assuming the swallow-tail coat and high hat essential to the occasion,—he concluded to take his money along with him and, the better to ensure its safety, he pinned it up carefully in the pocket of one of his coat tails.
Mr. Conolly straightway proceeded to Boston and devoted himself conscientiously to the celebration of the great national holiday, in which he would appear to have been only ad cut off one of his coat tails and, to render the offence more aggravated, he had eliminated the one which contained Mr. Conolly's ducats.
Well, next to the house I have just mentioned, but a little further back from the street, if I remember c