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As a lad I used to go to the north woods, in Maine, both in fall and winter. There I made life friends of two men, Will Dow and Bill Sewall: I canoed with them, and tramped through the woods with them, visiting the winter logging camps on snow-shoes. Afterward they were with me in the West. Will Dow is dead. Bill Sewall was collector of customs under me, on the Aroostook border.
"There, son Sewall!" cried the honest mint-master, resuming his seat in Grandfather's chair, "take these shillings for my daughter's portion. Use her kindly, and thank Heaven for her. It is not every wife that's worth her weight in silver!" The children laughed heartily at this legend, and would hardly be convinced but that Grandfather had made it out of his own head.
Jackson proved unavailing to obtain any clew to the fugitives. After an anxious consultation with Samuel E. Sewall, the wisest and kindest legal adviser in such cases, they reluctantly came to the conclusion that nothing more could be done without further information. As a last resort, Mr. Percival suggested a personal appeal to Mr. Bell. "Rather a forlorn hope that," replied Francis Jackson.
"Where were you then, if not here?" "Why, resting. I took a vacation," I replied. "You have been ill," Mrs. Sewall stated with finality, and there was no kindness in her voice; it expressed instead vexation. "That is evident. You have been ill. What was the trouble?" "Oh, nothing much. Nerves, I suppose." "Nerves! And why should a girl like you have nerves?" "I don't know, I'm sure," I smiled.
C. paid $6 for "A Sister's Trial." Gave me more books to notice, and wants more tales. Sewed for L. W. Sewall and others. Mr. J. M. Field took my farce to Mobile to bring out; Mr. Barry of the Boston Theatre has the play. Heard Curtis lecture. Began a book for summer "Beach Bubbles." Mr. F. of the Courier printed a poem of mine on "Little Nell."
Saltonstall, Wait Winthrop, Bartho' Gedney, John Richards, Saml. Sewall, John Hathorne, Tho. Newton, and Jonathan Corwin, not one of them a lawyer.
The peace of Newbury is deemed to be permanently secured by the prophecy of Samuel Sewall, the young man who married the buxom daughter of Mint-Master John Hull, and received, as wedding portion, her weight in fresh-coined pine-tree shillings. He afterward became notorious as one of the witchcraft judges.
Tied to the stem of one was an envelope, and inside the envelope was a card which bore the name of Breckenridge Sewall. "So that's who he is!" Miss Vars said out loud. I saw a great deal of the young millionaire during the remainder of the summer. Hardly a day passed but that I heard the approaching purr of his car.
We should here note the particular play of the personal forces in the year 1760. There were two notable deaths the one notable in Massachusetts and the other in the world. The first was that of Chief Justice Stephen Sewall of Massachusetts, and the other was that of His Majesty George II, the "Snuffy old drone from the German hive,"
What I discovered around one of the curves of that path the day of Mrs. Jackson's garden tea was as thrilling as anything I had ever chanced upon as a little girl. It was Mr. Breckenridge Sewall sitting on the corner of a rustic seat smoking a cigarette! I had seen Mr. Sewall enter that arbor at the end near the house, a long way off beyond lawns and flower beds.
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