recovered, and the first time the Irishman went abroad his next-door neighbor, a merry seacap-tain, accosted him with, Well, Patrick, you may bless Heaven till your latest day for having been sick at the same time with the Deacon, for the Doctor prayed so hard to keep him here that he was obliged to beg a little for you.
On the 14th day of September, 1774, my father was ordained as the colleague of the Rev. Mr. Turell, whose death did not take place until several years afterward.
In November, 1786, he married Miss Hannah Breed, of Billerica.
My father and mother were born within two months of one another, and were forty years old when they became parents.
My mother died Jan. 4, 1818, in her seventy-first year.
Her death was sudden, after a few hours' illness, though she had been an invalid for the preceding twelve years. It took place at one o'clock on the morning of the Sabbath, and my father preached on both parts of the following day, pleading, in opposition to the remonstr