s a quiet and God-fearing people.
At that time I do not think there were a dozen families of foreign parentage in town.
The inhabitants were of pure New England stock, whose blood ran from old English sources.
Go through the records of the names of the first settlers and you will see what I mean.
There are the Lawrences, the Halls, the Tuftses, the Ushers, the Bishops, the Adamses, the Stearnses, and a score of others equally familiar to your ears, all of whom lived in the good old Anglo-Saxon way, and left a permanent impress on the social and business life of the town.
But to come back.
Fifty years ago there was no Y. M. C. A. I am not sure that you have one now. If not, there is a gap to be filled.
There was no Historical Society.
No one thought of such a thing.
There was no literary club, and you will pardon me if I say it, although there was much genuine literary taste, it was put to little practical use. I was at that time anxious to come in contact with people of lit