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stayed by me. One old schoolma'am, schools and better teachers; and this, he when the children told lies, used to put said, would take more school money and red pepper on their tongues. It was kept - well, 'twas a long fight, for the poor up in a little cupboard that had a dimity parents said what had been good enough curtain to it. And when any took things for them was good enough for their chilnot their own, she would hold their fingers dren, and the rich knew they could send over live coals and say, ' 'Tis hotter than theirs to private schools. But he kept at that in hell. Mostly some widow woman it, and got every year more and more kept the school, right in her living-room, money set off, and finally matters were so the children had something to take up fixed so that children of about the same their minds, watching what was being age could go together. Then he worked cooked. Schooling was ninepence a week for a Girls' High School, and then for a and carry a stick of firewood every day. Normal School to teach teachers to teach, It was after my mother grew up that girls and that seems sensible enough to my were let go to the public schools. They mind. Why, I remember him going round went after the boys were dismissed, and our county with that state agent, Horace stayed one hour, but there was great out- Mann, lecturing and begging money for a cry that girls would be getting more learn- building. Horace Mann put something ing than they needed.”

about him in print. Well, he wasn't “And were the public schools carried thought much of by the general run, but on about as they are now?”

he put his life into this kind of work, and “Oh, no! Every district chose its own when he died, his last words — spoken to school agent every year, and he would get a gentleman who had been on his side some kind of a man for winter, and some were, ' Don't let the schools go down.' I woman of his acquaintance for summer, can remember seeing Horace Mann stoopabout three months the schools kept,- ing through the doorway of that Morton and the little four-year-old ones and the House - one of the little low, gambrelgreat girls and young fellows from fifteen roofed housen over T'other Side — a good to twenty all went together. If you want ways past the Debtors' Bounds. He was to hear, I can tell you how a change tall, and had a high, bulging forehead, and was made. There was a Plymouth man, was in his prime then; but his hair was all Ichabod Morton ; he descended from the white — it turned the night his wife died. George that came over among the Pil Debtors' Bounds ? Oh, that told how far grims. Now there was something strange the debtors in jail could walk out.” about that man, and you might be inter- “You spoke of sermons. Are they of ested. Once when he was away on busi- to-day so very different from those of the ness, staying in a Boston boarding-house, olden times?" his sleeping-room, in the night-time, be- “ About as different as another piece of came supernaturally lighted up, and he cloth; and the same of religion. There had a vision of this world as it ought to be was more strength in all such things. I according to the Gospel rule of love ; and don't know what you'll think if I say that he made a vow — I don't know if to any the devil does not command anywhere person - I think to some kind of a pres- nigh the attention he used to; but 'tis ence that he would give his life to true. Sermons ? Why, the deacons and bringing that state about. It was some- members would have complained if elechow to be done by Love — and there was tion and predestination had been left out nothing he took more enjoyment in than of the preaching. And the singing — why, in joining in singing hymns that treated of what is Sabbath-day singing now, with only love. Well — there's no time to go into four to sing? The old way seemed as if particulars, but first he was that cold- there was something being done. The water man,' then he was an abolitionist, and singers all stood up in long rows, and the he finally came to believe that school edu- front ones pulled together the little short cation ought to be made a way of bettering curtains, and then all took the pitch; and the world ; and he went to town-meetings they all had good strong voices in old time and time again and plead to have the times, — the bass was every mite as good district plan done away with and the town as an organ,

- and the clarionets and flutes take the management, and to have longer and bass viols helped out. Oh, I would



go a great ways to hear such a choir of tell by my old hymn-books. I presume singers sing

you've heard of Lorenzo Dow. He held

a meeting in this town once. If I had a “« Strike the cymbal!'

voice to sing I could sing you one of his or,

hymns: ""On slippery rocks I see them stand, While fiery billows roll below.'

“Oh, that I was some bird or beast!

Was I a stark or owl, One part would come in after another, and Some losty tree should bear my nest, all joined in at the end in a long, sounding Or through the desert prowl. chord. If you look over my old hymn

But I have an immortal soul

Within this house of clay, book you will see that the hymns had as

Which either must with devils howl, much strength in them as the sermons.

Or dwell in endless day.' Neighborhood meetings were not stiff and laid out regular. The men of a neighbor- When I was a child, some of the Primer hood went in just as they were, and the hymns used to keep running in my mind women stepped in with a cradle-quilt or nights, when I wanted to go to sleep. anything over their heads, and they sat They used to scare me about as much as down on a bed or anywheres else; but “old stragglers' did. We thought the old the prayers were strong, and so were the stragglers would catch us and run off with exhortations for all to pay attention and You see, children's books, and meetbelieve while they were still alive and on ings, and sermons, all had to be strong in praying ground. Protracted, four-days old times. Ministers nowadays appear to meetings were quite common ; and minis- fight shy of hell, but it looks to me that if ters and delegates came and stayed through there was one once, there's one now, and to the end. Now I suppose you never

the same kind of a one. Well, we can none heard tell of Isaac Barnes. Well, he of us tell — yet. Old stragglers? Well turned Universalist. That was after Uni- what you might call tramps. The chiltarianism came round. Before then there dren used to scatter and hide. If you was only one kind of religion except the want to hear, I can tell you a little ditty Baptists, and they were not very plenty. about the Universalist meeting-house. It Dr. Kendall was the one that brought in stands down on Cole's Hill, by the waterUnitarianism. He was settled here in 1800, side. When it was building, one of the and stayed till the time of his death in 1859. carpenters carried home an armful of the When he came out Unitarian, he let it be chips; but his wife refused to use them. known by a sermon; and his text was She said she would never cook her victuals from the twenty-fourth chapter of Acts: with Universalist chips." ' After the way which they call heresy so “ But who was Mr. Barnes?" worship I the God of my fathers. There “Oh, Isaac Barnes; he turned Univerwas great agitation all over town, and he salist. He lived over T''other Side, on the himself was under such agitation his voice Green. Pretty well off. A dapper built trembled and his hand shook that held the little man, of the odd sort, mighty sharp for sermon. A good many drew off, and some an answer. He had a squeally kind of voice. were between which and t'other what to You would be pleased to hear some of the do; for there was argumentation going on Isaac Barnes stories, as Bourne Spooner most everywhere, and both sides were set used to tell them. But Bourne Spooner as the east wind. But the greater part went some years ago.

Bourne was a good took up with Unitarianism, and the other man; good to the poor; employed a great ones drew off and went to a leetle different many men in his cordage works. He was kind of Orthodox meeting-house over on the a wonderful help to abolitionism, bestowed Green. The High School keeps in it now. money, got up meetings, and took the

“ Universalism seemed worse than Uni- speakers right into his family. I presume tarianism, and a good many members said you've heard tell of Garrison and Phillips ; it would make unrighteousness run down they used to all sit up nights, he a telling our streets like rivers ; for it seemed to his stories, and they listening. But now, give folks a shock to hear it said right out Isaac. There was a four-days meeting that there was no hell, for hell was the life here, and the head preacher from New and soul of the preaching then

Bedford — a large, pompous kind he was

you can




— tried to get Isaac Barnes to attend. had a carriage then, without it was here Isaac answered him, 'Oh, no, Mr. Holmes, and there a well-off man owned a chaise. my Bible tells me that when a man prays But everybody that was so as to get from he must go into his closet and pray in the bed to the fire had to go to meeting, secret.' Then the minister looked him in nolus bolus, as Skipper Doty used to say, the face, and said he, very solemn, “ But - l-feel-a Doty' was the name he went Mr. Barnes, are you that man? Do you by, on account of his saying that over so go into your closet and pray in secret?' much in his exhortations. Said Isaac to him, piping up, ‘Oh, Mr. Sundays we boys at home used to stand Holmes, if I should tell you, it wouldn't be by the westerly window when it was time any secret at all !'”

for Sunday to abate, and watch the sun go “Your Mr. Isaac had Scripture on his down. Then we could walk out. My side."

mother would never have thought of such “Yes, and the New England Primer. a thing as stepping out-doors on the Sab'In secret pray, Mind little play,' that says. bath, other than to go to meeting, not even My mother learned to read from that into her flower-garden. Nobody would Primer, and I learned my Catechism from ever touch a flower to break it off, Sabbath the selfsame one ; and what is left of it is day! And father father — why, I don't in one of the cubbies of my old desk. I believe my father's eyes could ever have presume you never came across one. Blue closed again if they had looked off on the covers, little thin book, about six inches by salt water and seen the boats getting under three. I knew the whole of it by heart, weigh one after another, as they do now, title-page and preface way through to soon as there's tide enough, as if they'd where it told about. The late Reverend and been waiting. Why, you don't know what Venerable M. NATHANIEL CLAPP, of New- an unheard-of thing it was for


decent port on Rhode Island; his Advice to Chil- body to go on the salt water of a Sabbath dren.' I don't remember any other books for the children to read than the Primer “ Your tides here — they must be a nuiand Goody Two Shoes, though some had

What a pity the harbor is not the Pilgrim's Progress. It was a part of always full !” every day's business to make the children “Stranger, you're off soundings there. learn their catechise' and say it, especially We'd miss the tides dreadfully. I presume of a Saturday night. It had the doctrines to say there's no time in the day that I

. all printed out. Sunday used to begin at don't know whether the tide is coming or sundown, Saturday night. Boys quit play. going. If there's a tempest a-brewing, we No work done Sunday, not even a bed look to see if the tide will bring the cloud made till after sundown. I have in mind My poor wife used to take a sight some Golden Wedding verses about a o'comfort watching the tide creeping along couple of our relations :

up the channels and all the little guzzles.

She said 'twas like one o' the family com“Then, when the serene Sabbath morning arose, ing and going. And 'twas waited for like And the late busy household was hushed in repose, When the sun hardly ventured to look down be

one of the family. She had her meals neath,

according as the boats had to start, or as And the air seemed almost too holy to breathe, the tide would bring them in. She used When no little foot must be noisily stirred,

to admire to sit and watch the boats. And no little voice e'en in whisper be heard, As father, low-voiced, read the sacred commands,

We had to catch rain water, and if the sky While mother rocked softly, with white folded looked lowery, she used to say, “Tide at hands,

flood, set your tub. Tide at ebb, go to

bed.' When we ‘set up leach' to make Then she, that is Sally, in best meeting clothes, soap, the soap's 'coming' depended on Came down from her chamber, as sweet as a rose, All ready, when father for meeting inclined,

the tide's coming; and if anybody was near To mount the high pillion and hold on behind.'

death, they said, “He'll go out with the

tide. Why, in old times the tide, and “Riding horseback, the woman sat on a the almanac, and the moon, and the Bible cushion seat behind, and held on by a and Catechism were what people lived by. handkerchief tied round the man's waist. Dates of what had taken place, or was to This was a kind of a force-put, for nobody take place, settling wages, all were put





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down on the edges of the almanac leaves, a visitor came in she would lay hold of and the almanac told all about the moon, her broom and give the room 'only jest a and the moon was a great dependence; slick an' a promus.' Thanksgiving and for lighting up the roads had not come in Forefathers' we youngsters took the girls fashion then, and moonlight was made up there, sleighing. The girls used to begin much of. Why, everybody knew when on their white gowns and tuckers and neckthere was a new moon, for 'twas a kind of laces a good while beforehand, not for a friend in need. She isn't of so much full-do, but to have something somewhere account now, without 'tis to tell the near ready in case of short notice ; for better weather by.”

sure than sorry, and now and then a fellow “I suppose fishing is the business of would be uncertain as to going. I remem

ber my sister Prudy got her white gown all * No; not now. Factories factories ironed up and spread out on the front for shoes, nails, tacks, rivets, hats, duck, chamber bed, for the fellow she was lotting bedstead joints, and what not. These fill on to ask her was one of the ebbtide sort, up the place with strangers.

Time was

slower'n stock still, and always behind when you'd know everybody that passed hand — but love will go where 'tis sent — ! your window, either by their own looks or And after all he invited another girl. Poor their family looks. Everything is changed. Prudy! I can't help feeling sorry for her The town used to carry on a great busi- Well, she married a likely man, and ness by its fishing-vessels. To build them - 'tis all the same.

They are all four employed ship-carpenters and riggers and gone! Up at Cornish's we just took that caulkers and sailmakers. Then they had tavern and all that was in it, and rumto be provisioned and manned. They maged and helped ourselves and turned sailed in the spring for the Grand Banks things upside down. And we had a great and came back in the fall with the fish all

supper, and we danced four-handed reels, split and packed in salt. You might like and some did the double-shuffle, and we to hear about it. The first thing was to played plays. I presume you never played * water-horse' the fish. At full of the tide 'Oh, come, my Loving Pardner,' nor • All they dumped them into the water by truck the way to Boston,' nor “Snip up.' And loads, to wash the salt off, then spread the singers used to sit round the great firethem on the flakes to dry. At nights they place and sing : yaffled them up in piles. When they were

“Madame, you shall have a coach and six, 'made,' they stacked them away under

Six black horses black as pitch, cover, and the same vessels loaded up with

If you'll be my true lover dry fish and went south and brought back all the verses of it, and of — southern goods for the stores. Fish flakes used to spread along shore from Town “There was a Man lived in the West,

He loved his eldest daughter best, Brook way past Doten's and Stephens's,

Bow ye down, bow ye down.' and Tweenit, and Hobbshole, and Eelriver. In the spring o' the year men used to come On common sort of evenings we met from up country and from Cedar Swamp round at each other's houses, and we used and Manomet Ponds and away down past to parch corn in the creeper and pound Cornish's to ship. Now there's hardly a 'em up in the mortar and make noke-ike, flake to be seen, nor a good sniff to be had and we roasted potatoes in the ashes, of salt fish drying. Old Mother Brewer and roasted apples by hanging them used to say that, after the first fortnight, down from underneath the chimbley-piece. she would board a Pondsman as cheap as The fireplaces were big enough to burn she would anybody."

wood almost cord-wood length. Well! “Was that the Cornish's where you had the great fireplaces have all gone, with your parties?”

them that sat around. New times ; new “Yes ; Cornish's Tavern, eight miles or ways. But, stranger, two things keep the so on the old stage road that goes from -joy and sorrow. They last, and Boston through Plymouth down on to the they come to all. As the good old Doctor Cape. Nabby Cornish! She was simple, said when I went to ask him to marry us, sort of unfacultied; never knew when to 'Just so sure as you two now meet, just so put her potatoes in the pot. The minute sure you must part.'"


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Drawn hither by the Old, I have been arrowheads on sunny hill-slopes by runstrongly held by the New. But to-day, for ning streams, the old Indian haunts, centhe surely last time, I have been my ac- tres now of this civilization. I have drunk customed rounds. How suggestive are of every spring that has bubbled up in my many of the Pilgrim memorials ! One can devious way, even of the “boiling springs' easily imagine Captain Miles polishing that on the salt sea-shores, covered by the sea weapon of his, — by no means the sword at high tide. I have threaded North Alof the spirit, - and his daughter Lora ley and South Alley and Clam-shell Alley, scouring the pewter platter and big iron and, on the wooded shores of Billington pot, or bending over her framed "sampler” Sea, I have lost myself in the sequestered when its faded floss was new; also Pere- paths and overshadowed roadways of Forgrine White's mother preserving her choice est Park, recently secured to the town, I treasures in the drawers of that small inlaid am told, by some public-spirited citizens. cabinet. And there is “the china teapot, I have availed myself of the street cars to brought over by John Alden,” almost sure visit the town's northern boundary, Rocky to have been used at the first wedded and Nook, some three miles out and not far happy teatime that came after John had from“ Seaside,” once the home of that spoken for himself. And the quaint old business man, philanthropist, and genial arm-chairs of Governor Carver and Elder story-teller, Bourne Spooner. Travelling Brewster — how easy to think of their less than a mile in the opposite direction, respective owners reclining therein, the by the same very modern conveyance I forefathers gathered around in council, or crossed Hobbshole Brook where, upon the for devotional exercises, in which the fore- land allotted to him, lived Nathaniel Mormothers also engaged.

ton, author of New England's Memorial,

and secretary of the first colony for nearly “Their greeting very soft, Good morrow very forty years. In a southern woods' drive of

kind; How sweet it sounded oft, Before we were

ten miles or so, up hill and down valley, refined.

one gets a vision of those magnificent lakes, Humility their care, Their failings very few; Long Pond and Halfway Pond, and a chance My heart, how kind their manners were, When this old chair was new !”

to look down one hundred and eighty feet of

cliff upon the breaking waves. Verily one's And “the Pilgrim spirit has not fled.” cup runneth over, when, in a few hours' Gratefully do I bear testimony to the kind drive and back, one can enjoy the varied demanners, and “Good morrows very kind,” lights of woods, streams, lakes, and ocean, of their living descendants. With what returning at eve to join in social entertainpatience have these answered my persist- ments and light talk, or, if inclined, to sit ent questions, and with what true refine- on the doorsteps and discuss the weightier ment have they ignored my ignorance and matters of theosophy, metaphysics, philanthat air of superiority sure to invest city thropy, and social economy; especially if residents coming into what they are pleased one has been told that the exigencies of to call “ provincial towns.” During sum- tides, combined with various wind and mer a succession of visiting friends per- weather contingencies, demand a phemits unlimited gayety in the residents. I nomenally early bestirring for the next was a stranger, but they have taken me morning's bay fishing, the hour having into their pleasant gatherings, and even been determined, of course, only after into their homes. I have picnicked with those serious conferences and profound them at Manomet, at the Drinking Place, calculations which, as I observe, forerun and on the shores of several of their three all water excursions. hundred and sixty-five ponds. Never How delightful are the late returns from were such drives through such woods, some of these, drifting up with the tide never were such lakes called ponds. I from perhaps a late clambake, singing songs have been where in early springtime the that everybody knows, the interest being Mayflower, dear to every true Plymouth- heightened

heightened — at the expense of harmony ean, hides under the dry leaves, and - by the occasional grounding and grindwhere in summer the pink Sabbatia dis- ing of the boat's keel, or possibly a centreplays itself on the edges of South Pond. board — if one might risk the use of a term They have shown me where to pick up so unfamiliar! Delightful, too, is the climb

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