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Berinthia saw a startled look upon Mr. Newville's face. "Do you think, your excellency, the time will ever come when his majesty's troops will take their departure?" "I trust not; but this rebellion, which we thought would be confined to this Province, has become a continental question.

"That is John Adams, one of the smartest lawyers in town," said Berinthia. "That is his wife Abigail; she is the daughter of Reverend Mr. Smith, the minister of Braintree. She knows Latin and Greek, and is one of the nicest women in town. She writes beautiful letters, and knows oh, so much! I'll introduce you to them. I know you will be charmed with her." Mr.

Once more there were happy homes in Boston, that upon Copp's Hill, where Berinthia and Abraham Duncan cared for the father and mother; that where Tom and Mary Shrimpton-Brandon made the passing days pleasant to Abel Shrimpton, loyal no longer to King George, but to the flag of the future republic; and that other home, where Major Robert Walden and his loving wife, with queenly grace, dispensed unstinted hospitality, not only to those distinguished among their fellow-men, but to the poor and needy, impoverished by the long and weary struggle for independence of the mother land.

How beautiful!" she cried, with a rich bloom upon her cheek as she gazed upon the landscape. The tap of a drum and the tramping of a regiment along the street attracted her attention. "I am weary of seeing scarlet uniforms," she said. "Will you not make an exception of those who call upon Miss Newville?" Berinthia asked. "No.

Brandon was busy preparing a lunch, and Chloe soon had the table elaborately supplied with ham, tongue, the whitest bread, appetizing cheese, doughnuts, and crumpets. The company partook of the collation, drank each a glass of wine, and then ascended to the roof again. Berinthia informed Ruth that Tom was in the redoubt.

Walden, to have had this little conversation with you. I rely upon the young men of the country to stand resolutely for what is just and right, and I am equally sure," he said, turning to Berinthia, "that the young women will give all their influence to sustain the young men. Mrs.

Berinthia saw the wonder on Robert's face. "It is Christ Church chimes," she said. He heard "Old Hundred," sweet and enchanting. "If you would like, we will go to Christ Church this morning." Robert replied he would gladly go with her. "The sexton is a Son of Liberty, Robert Newman; you saw him the other night at the Green Dragon; his brother plays the organ," said Tom.

"We will do what we can, Miss Newville, not to have it your turn." "I do not doubt it, my lord; but I was thinking of possible contingencies." Again Berinthia noticed a flush upon the face of General Howe. "I will admit, Miss Newville, that in war, the unexpected may sometimes happen, and possibilities are not comforting subjects for contemplation.

Newville, took a pinch of snuff from Mr. Newville's gold box, and graciously greeted Miss Dorothy Quincy. Berinthia whispered to Robert that they were engaged to be married. "If Miss Newville and Miss Brandon will excuse us, Mr. Walden and myself will take a turn through the grounds," said Doctor Warren, locking arms with Robert. "I am glad to meet you once more, Mr. Walden.

"This is Christ Church," said Berinthia, pointing to the nearest steeple. "That beyond is the Old North Meetinghouse where Cotton Mather preached. Of course you have heard of him." They were distinct edifices Christ Church standing in Salem Street, the Old North fronting North Square.