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the just in heaven:— Also in the lengthening troop see I some clad in robes of triumph, Whose fair and sunny faces I have known and loved on earth. Welcome, ye glorified Loves, Graces, Sciences, and Muses, That, like Sisters of Charity, tended in this world's hospital; Welcome, for verily I knew ye could not but be children of the light; Welcome, chiefly welcome, for I find I have friends in heaven, And some I have scarcely looked for; as thou, light-hearted Mirth; Thou, also, star-robed Urania; and thou with the curious glass, That rejoicest in tracking beauty where the eye was too dull to note it. And art thou, too, among the blessed, mild, much-injured Poetry? That quickenest with light and beauty the leaden face of matter, That not unheard, though silent, fillest earth's gardens with music, And not unseen, though a spirit, dost look down upon us from the stars. The Lightning up. He spak to the spynnsters to spynnen it oute. Piers Ploughman. this evening, the 20th of
the Church, and do slander and persecute all who will not worship at their conventicles. A Mr. Van Valken, a young gentleman of Dutch descent, and the agent of Mr. Edmund Andross, of the Duke of Yo was said of him by his neighbors, He has been working Peter Preble's mine. October 8. Mr. Van Valken, the Dutchman, had before Mr. Rishworth, one of the Commissioners of the Province, charged wshould be molested in this wise. But the minister put them to silence, by testifying that he (Van Valken) had given away sundry Papist books; and, one of them being handed to the Court, it proved to judge the book to be pernicious, and bade the constable burn it in the street, which he did. Mr. Van Valken, after being gravely admonished, was set free; and he now saith he is no Papist, but that heent gossip of mine aunt's, looking in this morning, and talking of the trial of the Dutchman, Van Valken, spake of the coming into these parts many years ago of one Sir Christopher Gardiner, who was
Harry Vane (search for this): chapter 2
Rebecca here roguishly pinched my arm, saying apart that, after all, we weaker vessels did seem to be of great consequence, and nobody could tell but that our head-dresses would yet prove the ruin of the country. June 4. Robert Pike, coming into the harbor with his sloop, from the Pemaquid country, looked in upon us yesterday. Said that since coming to the town he had seen a Newbury man, who told him that old Mr. Wheelwright, of Salisbury, the famous Boston minister in the time of Sir Harry Vane and Madam Hutchinson, was now lying sick, and nigh unto his end. Also, that Goodman Morse was so crippled by a fall in his barn, that he cannot get to Boston to the trial of his wife, which is a sore affliction to him. The trial of the witch is now going on, and uncle saith it looks much against her, especially the testimony of the Widow Goodwin about her child, and of John Gladding about seeing one half of the body of Goody Morse flying about in the sun, as if she had been cut in twain,
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confront danger and death in unselfish devotion to duty. Fox, preaching through his prison-gates or rebuking Oliver Cromwell in the midst of his soldier-court; Henry Vane beneath the axe of the headsman; Mary Dyer on the scaffold at Boston; Luther closing his speech at Worms with the sublime emphasis of his Here stand I; I cannoto the harlot-thronged court of the tyrant, and forswearing at once their religion and their republicanism. The executioner's axe had been busy among his friends. Vane and Hampden slept in their bloody graves. Cromwell's ashes had been dragged from their resting-place; for even in death the effeminate monarch hated and feared thred the prophecy and the prayer for its fulfilment. How this great idea manifests itself in the lives of the enthusiasts of the days of Cromwell! Think of Sir Henry Vane, cool, sagacious statesman as he was, waiting with eagerness for the fore-shadowings of the millennium, and listening, even in the very council hall, for the
nd when we did all desire to know their import, she repeated them thus:– Sure thou didst flourish once, and many springs, Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers, Passed o'er thy head; many light hearts and wings, Which now are dead, lodged in thy living towers. And still a new succession sings and flies, Fresh groves grow up, and their green branches shoot Towards the old and still enduring skies, While the low violet thriveth at their root. These lines, she said, were written by one Vaughn, a Brecknockshire Welsh Doctor of Medicine, who had printed a little book not many years ago. Mr. Richardson said the lines were good, but that he did hold the reading of ballads and the conceits of rhymers a waste of time, to say nothing worse. Sir Thomas hereat said that, as far as he could judge, the worthy folk of New England had no great temptation to that sin from their own poets, and did then, in a drolling tone, repeat some verses of the 137th Psalm, which he said were the best he h
thou made them all, and the earth is full of thy riches. October 6. Walked out to the iron mines, a great hole digged in the rocks, many years ago, for the finding of iron. Aunt, who was then just settled in housekeeping, told me many wonderful stories of the man who caused it to be digged, a famous doctor of physic, and, as it seems, a great wizard also. He bought a patent of land on the south side of the Saco River, four miles by the sea, and eight miles up into the main-land of Mr. Vines, the first owner thereof; and being curious in the seeking and working of metals, did promise himself great riches in this new country; but his labors came to nothing, although it was said that Satan helped him, in the shape of a little blackamoor manser-vant, who was his constant familiar. My aunt says she did often see him, wandering about among the hills and woods, and along the banks of streams of water, searching for precious ores and stones. He had even been as far as the great mou
silently blessing the power and wisdom of my infinite Creator, who knows how to honor himself by all those unrevealed and glorious subordinations. Chapter 6: The skippers story. well, what's the news below? asked the Doctor of his housekeeper, as she came home from a gossiping visit to the landing one afternoon. What new piece of scandal is afloat now? Nothing, except what concerns yourself, answered Widow Matson, tartly. Mrs. Nugeon says that you've been to see her neighbor Wait's girl—she that's sick with the measles—half a dozen times, and never so much as left a spoonful of medicine; and she should like to know what a doctor's good for without physic. Besides, she says Lieutenant Brown would have got well if you'd minded her, and let him have plenty of thoroughwort tea, and put a split fowl at the pit of his stomach. A split stick on her own tongue would be better, said the Doctor, with a wicked grimace. The Jezebel! Let her look out for herself the next ti
with its father, and would destroy him and his people unless he did join with the Eastern Indians to cut off the English. I remember, said Rebecca, of hearing my father speak of this Squando's kindness to a young maid taken captive some years ago at Presumpscot. I saw her at Cocheco, said the sick man. Squando found her in a sad plight, and scarcely alive, took her to his wigwam, where his squaw did lovingly nurse and comfort her; and when she was able to travel, he brought her to Major Waldron's, asking no ransom for her. He might have been made the fast friend of the English at that time, but he scarcely got civil treatment. My father says that many friendly Indians, by the ill conduct of the traders, have been made our worst enemies, said Rebecca. He thought the bringing in of the Mohawks to help us a sin comparable to that of the Jews, who looked for deliverance from the King of Babylon at the hands of the Egyptians. They did nothing but mischief, said Elnathan Ston
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ll others, the most exposed to danger. Don't go to neighbor Clements's to-night, Mary, said Alice Ward to her young, unmarried sister; I'm afraid some of the tawny Indians may be lurking hereabout. Mr. Ward says he thinks they will be dangerous neighbors for us. Mary had thrown her shawl over her head, and was just stepping out. It is but a step, as it were, and I promised good-wife Clementafraid of the Indians. There's none of them about here except Red Sam, who wanted to buy me of Mr. Ward for his squaw; and I shall not be afraid of my old spark. The girl tripped lightly from the d! said Mary, bursting into tears, I'm afraid you have become a Williamsite, one of them, who, Mr. Ward says, have nothing to hope for in this world or in that to come. The Lord rebuke him! said found himself surrounded by the settlers. After a brief explanation had taken place between Mr. Ward and his sister-in-law, the former came forward and accosted the Familist. Richard Martin! he
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r from that of his father-in-law, the learned Mr. Ward. Madam, his wife, is a fair, pleasing young Simple Cobbler of Agawam, was much admired. Mr. Ward said that some of the witty turns therein didin the great hall below, notwithstanding that Mr. Ward, when he took leave, bade Doctor Thompson takI have been in the Colony. November 24. Mr. Ward's negro girl Dinah came for me yesterday, sayt with her, and was shown into the study. Mr. Ward said he had sent for me to have some discourse he did, and, when he did come into the room, Mr. Ward told him that he might see by the plight of hson, and his lip quivering. Let me tell you, Mr. Ward, that you greatly wrong one of Christ's littlme of the blameless life of such an one, said Mr. Ward, in a loud, angry tone; it is the Devil's var My brother was about to reply, but, seeing Mr. Ward so moved and vexed, I begged of him to say noe. November 28, 1678. Leonard hath left Mr. Ward, and given up the thought of fitting for the [17 more...]
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