patriotic services were performed covers a later date than that assigned to me to record.
I can only say that their valor, their devotion, the patience and the courage with which they underwent the hardships and encountered the dangers of the war, were beyond all praise, and will ever be held in grateful remembrance by their townsmen and their country.
I have spoken of Governor Brooks.
It was once my good fortune to see him. In 1819, when he was governor and the district (now State) of Maine was a part of Massachusetts, he came down among us to attend, in his capacity of commander-in-chief, the annual militia musters.
My father then lived at Castine, and the muster-field was about three miles from the village.
He took me, then a lad of hardly seven years, with him, and we walked to the muster.
He pointed out to me the governor as he galloped across the field at full speed—alone—to rectify some irregularity, upon a black horse, wearing a three-cornered cocked hat, and a powde