in Somerville; they encircled the hill and could accommodate a regiment of schoolboys.
Moreover, there still lingered one or two wounded veterans whom we eyed with reverence, chief of whom was Lowell's Old Joe :
Old Joe is gone, who saw hot Percy goad His slow artillery up the Concord road- A tale which grew in wonder, year by year, As, every time he told it, Joe drew near To the main fight, till, faded and grown gray, The original scene to bolder tints gave way: Then Joe had heard the foat on stove-drum with one uncaptured stick, And, ere death came the lengthening tale to lop, Himself had fired and seen a redcoat drop. Had Joe lived long enough, that scrambling fight Had squared more nearly to his sense of right, And vanquished Percy, to complete the tale, Had hammered stone for life in Concord jail.
There were still those in Cambridge who could recall the American Revolution and whose sons enacted the surrender of Cornwallis at every country muster.
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