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nections in those days usually did not have to self gave it his good offices, conferring the motto, wait long for official appointments from the British “Nil desperandum Christo duce," upon its flag; or crown. It was the policy of the English ministry how shrewd, far-sighted Governor Shirley, casting to appoint the leading citizens of the colonies to about him for a fil commander, fixed upon William places of emolument and trust. From this category Pepperell, the great Kittery merchant, as combinWilliam Pepperell could not be left out. According all the necessary requirements, and despite his ingly, in 1727, we find him holding the position repeated declination, despite the machinations of of royal councillor for the province of Massachu- ' Benning Wentworth, who was ambitious for the setts,-Maine then being under the government of command, prevailed upon him to shut up his that State,—which high office he held for thirty- ledger, leave his counting-house, and accept King two successive years. In 1730 he was appointed George's commission as commander-in-chief of chief justice of the court of common pleas in the the provincial army. same State. A spirit of rivalry had always existed His youthful experience when he mounted between the commercial houses of the Pepperells guard, with musket in hand, and his distinguished and the Wentworths; and it is curious to note now militia service, were now to prove useful to Pephow this rivalry was extended into political chan-perell. He took hold of the bold project with his nels. Benning, the leading representative of the usual energy. Men rallied to his standard in surPortsmouth Wentworths, was in 1734 appointed as prising numbers, considering the sparseness of the one of his Majesty's council for New Hampshire. New England population. New Hampshire sent A few years later, in 1741, he was named to take eight hundred men, Connecticut five hundred and the place of Jonathan Belcher, as governor of his sixteen, and Massachusetts three thousand two province. Pepperell waited fisteen years before he hundred and fifty. Embarking in one hundred secured the like appointment in Massachusetts. vessels of New England build, and supported by Prior to this, however, he received honors which a British squadron under Commodore Peter Warthrew even the Wentworths' vice-regal authority ren, they landed near Louisburg on the last day into the shade.
of April. The fortress, which was exceedingly In 1744 England declared war against France. | strong, was defended by one hundred and fifteen It was the third or fourth time within the century guns and by sixteen hundred troops, commanded that the two rival kingdoms had been arrayed in by Duchambon. The various defensive works had arms against each other, and each time, as a mat- been thirty years in building, and had cost the ter of course, New England made war with Canada. | French four millions of dollars. It was so at this time; and if one could have been | The protracted siege, and interesting details of in Boston in the spring of 1745 he would have the fall of Louisburg, are well-known matters of seen much to wonder at. The then provincial | history. At the landing of the New Hampshire town had for three months been the scene of a troops a French detachment that manned a batprotracted and most exciting session of the colo-tery on the shore of the harbor was panic-stricken, nial legislature, in grave deliberation upon the im spiked their guns, and abandoned their post. The portant scheme for the conquest of Louisburg, on New Hampshire men took possession. Twenty the island of Cape Breton, the strongest fortress smiths from the ranks succeeded in drilling out on the coast of America. It is unnecessary to the cannon, and the guns were soon turned upon speak at length of the unanimous decision of the the enemy. Pepperell knew nothing of the science legislation to proceed in its reduction, or of the of war, but he was vigilant and energetic. The scene presented at that early provincial muster, siege was pressed with vigor, and after gallantly when the drums, beaten in town and village, sum- sustaining a leaguer of forty-nine days, in which moned the colonists to the war, and the recruits, nine thousand cannon-balls and six hundred shells rallied from the hills and valleys of New England, had been thrown into the town, the French comcame marching into Boston. Of how the Puritan mander surrendered the doughty fortress to Gen. clergy, by strong appeals from the pulpit, roused eral Pepperell. The walls of Louisburg were levthe religious zeal of their hearers against the eled to the ground, and the feet sailed home in French, by investing the enterprise with the char triumph. The remarkable victory achieved by acter of a crusade, while the great Whitefield him the colonial army, a mere levy of raw, undisciplined farmers, opened the eyes of astonished by a crew of Africans in gaudy livery. No houseEurope. Nor was it to the colonists themselves hold in America lived in such state and magnifia lesser revelation. Then, for the first time, cence. The only man in all the colonies worth dawned upon them a consciousness of their own two hundred thousand pounds sterling, reigning strength, and then were aroused those aspirations grandly over grand estates, for, like an English which were destined to culminate thirty years later peer, he might have traveled all day long upon bis in the great revolution which was to sever their own land, sovereign lord, in fact, of more than allegiance to the British crown.
two hundred thousand acres, timber, plain and Great were the rejoicings which welcomed the valley, in New Hampshire and Maine. Sir Wilnews of the fall of Louisburg, both in the colonies liam Pepperell could do this and yet not live beand the mother country. Every large town in the yond his means. provinces was illuminated, and bon-fires were The portrait of the great man is before me as I kindled in London in honor of the victory. The write, which probably is a correct likeness of him. great participators in the event were specially He has a broad, full brow, overhanging, large, rewarded. Commodore Warren, who commanded deep-blue eyes. His nose is long and handsome; the fleet, was made rear-admiral of the blue, and the lips delicately cut as those of a woman. He a baronet. His great compeer, the rich merchant was evidently a good liver, for his handsome face of Kittery, also received a baronetcy, the title of has a florid look, and his chin is double. He which dated from October, 1745. Pepperell was wears the large wig common at that time. Put in Boston when he received the letter that con- upon that head the three-cornered Kevenhuller ferred upon him the lordly title, which no other hat, laced with gold and silver galloon; array man in America held. He immediately started that tall, martial form in a square-cut scarlet coat home by way of land. But the news of his new trimmed with gold lace, a long-flapped waistcoat, dignity reached there before him. He was met at | blue silk stockings drawn up over the knees, white a distance of many miles by a troop of horse, and | velvet breeches, large hanging cuffs and lace ruffles, at Salem he was entertained at a splendid banquet, and square-toed, short-quartered shoes, with high which was attended by all the noted persons in red heels and small diamond buckles, and you bethe colony. When he reached Kittery, he found hold Pepperell, something as he appeared when the whole harbor illuminated. A series of enter-conducting the siege of Louisburg or entertaining tainments followed until Christmas, at which the whole country-side attended.
In 1749 Sir William visited England, where he Sir William Pepperell, baronet of England, was received with distinguished honor. Dukes hunting colonial nobleman, and viceroy of almost and princes of the blood welcomed and fêted him. boundless domain, now relinquished his trade and The city of London presented him with a silver ship-building to his son and son-in-law, and de- | table and a service of plate, and the king made voted himself to the cares and pastimes of his new him, at Pitt's suggestion, a lieutenant-general of rank. The style he lived in may be truly called the royal army. Soon after his return, a domestic baronial. His grand old mansion crowning the bereavement saddened the great man's Kfe; this hill and looking out to sea, surrounded by its was the death of his only son, Andrew, a promisbroad park where droves of deer sported, with ing young man of twenty-six. His only daughter, its large halls, heavy carving, grand staircases, Elizabeth, had married Colonel Nathaniel Sparwhere half a dozen ladies could walk abreast, was hawk, in 1742, and he how declared their oldest a fit residence for such a personage. Splendid mir- son, William, his heir, on the condition that he rors and costly paintings adorned its walls. Heavy should assume the Pepperell name, an arrangement silver plate and rare old china glittered on the that was speedily consummated. baron's table. Wine one hundred years old, from The baronet lived eight years after this event, the delicate, spicy brands of the Rhineland to the continuing in active life until the last. He was fiery Tuscan, was in his cellars. He kept a coach prominent in the Seven Years' war, although he with six white horses. A retinue of slaves and held no separate command. From 1756 to 1758 hired menials looked to him as their lord, and he he was acting governor of Massachusetts. He had a barge upon the river in which he was rowed died in 1759. His obsequies were attended by a vast concourse. The drooping flags at arms, argent a chevron gules between three pinehalf-mast on both sides of the Piscataqua, the apples. The crest is a knight's helmet, plumed, solemn knell from the neighboring churches, the and with the visor down. The pine-apples are responsive minute guns from all the batteries, and probably indicative of his West India trade, by the mournful ruinbling of the muffled drums, an- which he secured a large part of his wealth. nounced that a great man had fallen and was Across the way stands the goodly residence that descending to the tomb. He was truly the most he built, solitary, but splendid still. Every part brilliant and distinguished personage of that gene of the old mansion shows that firmness and solidity ration in America, and although the famous men which is so visible in every particular of the busiwho came after him—Washington, Jefferson, ness and character of the Pepperells. A strange Franklin, Lee, Adams, and many others-figured air of desolation hovers over the great house. One in great events, still the name and memory of Sir can scarcely fancy that it has been the scene of William Pepperell are well-nigh as famous as those festivity that was almost princely. The second of the Dii Majores of our history."
baronet espoused the royal cause in the revoluThe baronet's tomb at Kittery is often visited tionary contest, and so lost his American estates, by the tourist. It is a marble structure, occupying which were confiscated. His daughter, and coa pleasant spot on a commanding eminence. On heiress, married William Congreve, the great comit is engraved, with the knight's age and the date moner, a descendant of the poet. of birth and death, the Pepperell escutcheon
SETH MARVIN'S MIRROR.
By Lucy M. Blinn.
“ HETTY, Hetty! Mehitabel Marvin ! What | seven summers, took the basket, mounted a stick, are you about up there, that you can't answer me? and trotted contentedly off to the “lot," while Why don't you hurry down and go to the spring the weary Mrs. Marvin drew the cradle to the side for some water? Here it is nigh on to supper- of the table and rocked it with one foot, while she time and five great hungry men to feed; my fire pared the potatoes and made the biscuit for the almost out-neither wood nor water in the house supper for the men, who would soon be in from
-the baby screaming at the top of his voice, the wheat-field, tired and hungry; striving, meanwhile my head aches fit to split; and no wonder while, to soothe the cries of the wailing baby by It is enough to drive a woman crazy! Here, singing, in a dejected, disconsolate minor key: Tommy, run to the lot, like a good boy, and get
“Oh, there will be mourning, some chips to make mother a fire, and be quick
Mourning, mourning, mourning, about it!”
Oh, there will be mourning, Hetty, a pretty, rosy-cheeked girl of fourteen,
When the judgment day shall come !" came hurrying down the stairs at this imperative summons, caught up the pail and threw on her Hetty very soon returned from the spring, sun bonnet, saying, as she passed through the fushed and breathless with the exertion of carrying room, “ I'm real sorry, mother; I forgot all about the heavy pail so far; Tommy, upon his wooden the water. I was reading a story in the magazine charger, brought the basket of chips to the door, . that Mary Greene lent me, it was just splendid! and supper was steaming at the fire by the time the I do wish father would let us take something to men had made themselves ready for the meal. read, books or papers or something! We don't «Why, why, mother!" said Mr. Marvin, with a have anything like other folks ;” and she went frown, as he took one of the biscuits, “what's the out, giving the door a little spiteful “ bang” after matter with the cakes? There's something wrong:
they're half dough!" Tommy, a brown-faced, bare-footed urchin of “ The wood gave out and I had to send to the
lot for chips, and they don't heat the oven well. reading his pesky newspapers, and they'll land I do wish, Seth, that we could have plenty of him in the poorhouse yet, see if they don't !" wood near the house; it's hard on the children to “I guess,” said John, the oldest son, a boy of carry so much wood and water."
sixteen, “ I guess he's making money all the time, “ Nonsense ; it don't hurt 'em a mite! Sarah any how, for he's going to send Dick away to and me had it to do when father lived on the old school this fall and let him get ready for college. place; we carried wood from the lots and water I do wish, father, you would try some of his from that same spring, year in and year out, and ‘notions,' as you call them. Why don't you ?" I reckon I don't look broke down, do I? I allow “Because I don't set myself up to be any better to get up a good pile of wood when all the fall | than my father was before me! He worked on work is done, but don't, for mercy's sake, take this here old place nigh on to twenty year, and harvest-time to grumble over your little incon- earned his bread by the sweat of his brow, as veniences! It does seem, though, as if some Scripter commands, and I'm satisfied to follow in women was born to complain, as the sparks fly his footsteps.” up'ards. Jerusalem ! can't that child be made to! “Yes," muttered John, as he rose from the stop it's screamin'?
table and walked hastily on to the porch, “yes; Mrs. Marvin, knowing by experience that words and you are satisfied to keep poor mother and all would avail nothing in any difference of opinion the rest of us at it too; kill her and let us children between herself and her very excellent but de- grow up dunces ! I'd light out pretty quick if it cidedly obstinate spouse, took the baby in her wasn't for mother and dear little Hetty. It is too arms and silently proceeded to wait upon the tired bad to keep her out of school for a drudge; she workmen.
learns so fast, and is so bright and pretty.” And, Hetty was not so prudent, however. Bewilder-catching up the milk-pail, he hurried to the barning visions of the pretty book, with its fine en- yard with a surly, dissatisfied look on his boyish gravings and interesting stories, were dancing face. through her mind, and she recklessly charged “Seth," said Mrs. Marvin hesitatingly, after upon her father from another quarter.
the men were gone, the table cleared, and baby “Oh, father, won't you please let us take a asleep in the cradle, “I don't see how in the magazine like the one Mrs. Greene takes? It is world I can get along with the fall work without just beautiful! It has such nice stories in it, too. some help with my sewing. You and John must I'll work real hard, father, if you will! There's have shirts and winter clothes, and the children a prize with it, too. Mary Greene said the agent grow so fast it takes half my time to let out and told her- "
piece down for them. I do wish you would feel “No, no; I just won't! You needn't trouble as if you could afford to get me a sewing-machine. yourself to repeat what the agent said. I'm poor There was an agent here from town to-day who enough now, without throwing away any money offers a nice one for forty dollars, and we could patterning after Mrs. Greene's extravagances. get it by paying five dollars a month. He They're jest spoilin' their children."
said " "Well," piped little Tommy, “it's ever so “There, there ; that'll do! Don't waste your much nicer over to their house than it is here, any breath repeating the lying palaver of some witless way. They've got a wood-shed with lots of wood popinjay who is too tarnal proud and lazy to work in it, and a swing for Georgie and Kate, and a for an honest living, and so sticks on a paper well, and a cistern, and just piles and piles of nice collar and shirt-bosom, greases his curls, and sets books and papers with pictures in 'em.".
out a salary, gulling just such simpletons as you “Yes," snarled Mr. Marvin, “and 'piles and into buying them clatterin', treadmill things! My piles' of reapers and mowers, cultivators and corn- mother never heard tell of such nonsense in her shellers, patent churns and washing machines, day. She was contented to work with the tools clothes-wringer and dish-washer, for all I know. natur' provided. She spun and wove and sewed That man spends every dollar he gets hold of in and knit for us all, and wa’n't too high and mighty some new kink or other, instead of savin' for his to do her scrubbin'and soap-bilin', either! If she'd old age. His new.fangled notions all come from lived, she would show you what it is to work."
“ Perhaps, Seth, if she hadn't worked so hard, the world-calloused heart, melting all its hardness, she would have lived longer. You know she was and bringing from the neglected soil the sweet, young yet when she died.”.
late blossoms of penitent tenderness. "I don't know about that, Mary; I don't know. “Mary," said he suddenly, and there was a I reckon the Lord don't take none of us till our strange huskiness in his voice, “ 'spose we go over time comes. She was a good woman, mother to neighbor Greene's a little while ?". was, and things didn't go very well with us after “Why, Seth,” she said, with a surprised, puzzled she died." And Mr. Marvin rose with a sigh, look, “I'd like ever so much to go, but I don't knocked the ashes from his clay pipe, and, laying see how I can. I must get Tommy's jacket done it upon the clock-shelf in the corner, seated him- to-night!" self again in silence.
“Let it go for this time, Mary; a visit will do For some time no sound was heard save the you good. You look clean tuckered out." “jog, jog" of the cradle, the clear monotonous Wondering at her husband's unwonted mood, “ tick-tick" of the old clock, and now and then and feeling almost sure there was a mistake somea long sigh from the corner where Mr. Marvin sat. where, she called Hetty from her nook up-stairs, He was under the influence of an unusual and where she was reveling in the marvelous stories strange presence; he was face to face with Memory that were, to her, glimpses into fairy-land, bade and Conscience. Before such judges he was her mind the younger ones, donned bonnet and dumb: Memory whispered to him to recall the shawl, and was soon cordially welcomed and patient, quiet, overworked mother, whose life went snugly seated in the cozy little parlor at Mrs. out early because of the lack of sympathy and Greene's. The sharp contrast between their own love from the one to whom she had a God-given bare living-room and this pretty little nook gave right to look for it; she reminded him of the dull, another stroke to the already thoroughly-awakened heavy years that followed; years of careless neglect penitent. Here were books, pictures, games, and on the father's part, and indifference, if not posi toys for the little ones, a goodly supply of misceltive dislike, on the part of the motherless children laneous and solid reading for older ones, and turned out to battle with the world as best they in the corner, carefully covered, stood the pride might. Then Conscience bade him look at the of Mrs. Greene's heart-her sewing-machine. thin, white face before him, seamed with the hard. After the weather and farm matters had been lines of care and premature old age, and contrast duly discussed, politics touched upon, and various it with that of the rosy-cheeked, bright-eyed girl items of neighborhood interest interchanged, there he had promised before God to cherish and com- was a slight pause, which was broken, at length, fort so long as life lasted; and she asked him how by Mr. Marvin, who said, with a glance at his he had redeemed his solemn pledge.
wife, and a little awkward hesitation :
“I say, Greene, if you go into town to-morrow “ The ghosts of forgotten actions Came floating before his sight,
for anything, I wish you would send that there And things that he thought were dead things
agent down to our house to talk to the folks about Were alive with a terrible might.
a sewing-machine. I reckon l'll have to give in And the vision of all his past life
and get one for Mary; she's gettin' clean beat Was a terrible thing to face,
out with so much hard work." Then rising and Sitting with Memory and Conscience,
walking the floor hurriedly, he continued: “I In that solemnly silent place.”
tell you what, Greene, something's got hold of They held a mirror before him, in which he saw me lo-night that I don't understand! I've been himself as others saw him; as his God knew him; thinking, and thinking, until I am jest about Is it any wonder if he shrank from the picture? turned inside-out, so to speak. I've been seeing
Blessed Memory! Faithful Conscience! Well myself as others see me, and I tell you, I ain't are you doing your work! Slowly, slowly were one bit flattered. It's as if I'd seen myself in a they feeling the way to the blessed fountain where lookin'-glass, as it were; and I must say I've made the waters of repentance had so long lain sealed; the acquaintance of a cantankerous, hard-hearted sostly the barriers were withdrawn, the flood-gates old curmudgeon! I can't hold out no longer, opened, and the warm tides burst forth, washing though. I don't know what ails me--gettin' con