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Noddy did a great cure for Captain Littleworth. He cured him of a disease called a wife." William Gager, who came out with Winthrop, is spoken of as "a right godly man and skilful chyrurgeon, but died of a malignant fever not very long after his arrival." Two practitioners of the ancient town of Newbury are entitled to special notice, for different reasons. The first is Dr.
Do you know, I half suspect this is all a dream, and that I shall wake up in Albany, or Jefferson, or somewhere? I know I am not in Chardon, for I could not sleep long enough to dream there." "Why?" "I was too near Newbury, and under the spell of old feelings and memories; and I don't care to sleep again."
My father had enclosed a little card in his last letter to me with the words upon it of the prayer of an old cavalier of the seventeenth century Sir Jacob Astley before the battle of Newbury: "Lord, I shall be very busy this day. I may forget Thee, but do not Thou forget me." A peculiar old prayer, but I kept on repeating it to myself with great comfort that evening. My men were rather quiet.
A tall, broad-shouldered man, with slightly grizzled hair, a countenance tanned and seamed by long exposure, and pale-blue spectacled eyes, opened the gate and stepped into the road. "I saw you coming, Mr. Edward, and thought I should like a word with you." "By all means," said Newbury, offering his hand. But Betts took no notice of it.
The facts were simple, the public sympathy and horror profound. Newbury and Lord William had given their evidence amid a deep and, in many quarters, hostile silence. The old man, parchment-pale, but of an unshaken dignity, gave a full account of the efforts many and vain that had been made both by himself and his son to find Betts congenial work in another sphere and to persuade him to accept it.
The town took no part in the witchcraft horror, and got none of its old women and town charges hanged for witches, "Goody" Morse had the spirit rappings in her house two hundred years earlier than the Fox girls did, and somewhat later a Newbury minister, in wig and knee-buckles, rode, Bible in hand, over to Hampton to lay a ghost who had materialized himself and was stamping up and down stairs in his military boots.
I left him writing to you." The young man's voice was singularly gentle, even deferential. "You read it, I presume?" Newbury made a sign of assent. "Is there any hope for us, Mr. Edward?" Betts turned to look into his companion's face. A slight tremor in the normally firm lips betrayed the agitation behind the question. Newbury's troubled eyes answered him.
She guided him deftly back to music, to the opera, to the night of Iphigenia. No jarring there! Each mind kindled the other, in a common delight. Presently they swung along, hand in hand, laughing, quoting, reminding each other of this fine thing, and that. Newbury was a considerable musician; Marcia was accustomed to be thought so.
When it was over Marcia shed a few secret tears tears of painful sympathy, of an admiration, which was half pity; and then threw herself once more with as it were a gasp of renewed welcome, into the dear, kind, many-hued world on which Edward Newbury had turned his back. Presently Lester arrived.
It would falsify our whole life here, and make it one ugly hypocrisy!" There was silence a little. Then Newbury asked: "You of course made it plain once more in your letter yesterday that there would be no harshness that as far as money went " "I told him he could have whatever was necessary! We wished to force no man's conscience; but we could not do violence to our own.
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