sion of James II.
was an act of delusive clemency.
Every day wretched fugitives were tried by a jury of soldiers, and executed in clusters on the highways; women, fastened to stakes beneath the sea-mark, were drowned by the rising tide; the dungeons were crowded with men perishing for want of water and air. The humanity of the government was barbarous; of the shoals transported to America
, women were often burnt in the cheek, men marked by lopping off their ears.
Is it strange, that Scottish Presbyterians of virtue,
education, and courage, blending a love of popular liberty with religious enthusiasm, hurried to East New Jersey
in such numbers as to give to the rising common-
wealth a character which a century and a half has not effaced?
In 1686, after the judicial murder of the duke of Argyle
, his brother, Lord Neill Campbell
, who had purchased the proprietary right of Sir George Mackenzie
, and in the previous year had sent over a large number of settlers, came himself to act for a few months as chief magistrate.
withdrew, the executive power, weakened by transfers, was intrusted
by him to Andrew Hamilton
The territory, easy of access from its extended seaboard, its bays and rivers, flanked on the west by the safe outposts of the peaceful Quakers
, was the abode of peace and abundance, of deep religious faith, and of honest industry.
Peaches and vines grew wild on the river sides; the woods were crimsoned with strawberries; and ‘brave oysters’ abounded along the shore.
and rivulets, with ‘curious clear water,’ were as plenty as in the dear native Scotland
; the houses of the towns, unlike the pent villages of the old world, were scattered upon the several lots and farms; the highways were so