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The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 5. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Margaret Smith's Journal (search)
ars before in the Massachusetts Bay; and asked him if he did accuse such men as Mr. Cotton and Mr. Wilson, and the pious ministers of their day, of heresy. Nay, quoth the minister, they did see the h we had reason to hope for. The ministers, of whom there were many and of note (Mr. Mather and Mr. Wilson of Boston, and Mr. Corbet of Ipswich, being among them), were already together at the house ofundred soldiers afoot, besides many on horse of our chief people, and among them the minister, Mr. Wilson, looking like a saint as he was, with a pleasant and joyful countenance, and a great multitudee stood, the two men kept on their hats, as is the ill manner of their sort, which so provoked Mr. Wilson, the minister, that he cried out to them: What! shall such Jacks as you come before authoritor the repeal of the laws against Quakers, she was not long after put to death. The excellent Mr. Wilson made a brave ballad on the hanging, which I have heard the boys in the street sing many a time
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 5. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Tales and Sketches (search)
last place the Lord made, I reckon. What, from Dick Wilson? Sartin, said the Skipper. And how is he? Well, you see, said the Skipper, this young Wilson comes down here from Hanover College, in the springite haze above us. You're right, Skipper, says Wilson to me; Nature is better than books. And from ther, but just takes a bit of a nap at midnight. Here Wilson went ashore, more dead than alive, and found comfora binnacle. They all took a mighty liking to young Wilson, and were ready to do anything for him. He was soonot ready to sail I called at the Frenchman's to let Wilson know when to come aboard. He really seemed sorry t, I should be willing to winter at the North Pole. Wilson gave me a letter for his brother; and we shook handn at last; when who should I see on shore but young Wilson, so stout and hearty that I should scarcely have kn; and the old Frenchman and his wife seemed to love Wilson as if he was their son. I've never seen him since;