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St. Mary's Church by the General died with the abolishing of all taxaCourt it was "incorporated into a soci tion for the support of public worship. ety or body politic by the name of Epis The land was given for St. Mary's copal Society of St. Mary's Church in Church and burying ground by Mr. Newton, with all the privileges, powers, Samuel Brown, Esq., of Boston, who and immunities which Parishes do or had interests at the Falls. The cornermay enjoy. by the laws of the Com stone of a house of worship was laid monwealth.” Furthermore, by the act there on Sept. 29, 1813, and as was cusof incorporation the proprietors of the tomary in those days, the stone was laid house of worship to be erected and any by the Free Masons. So important was other person "who shall enter his or this occasion, however, and so influenher name or request to become a mem tial were the members of the new conber, with the Wardens or Vestry or gregation, that the ceremony was conwith the clerk of the said Society," be- ducted, not by the local lodge, but by came, with their estates, liable to taxa the Grand Lodge of Massachusetts. tion by the said Episcopal Society and The building was consecrated in 1814 were “exempt from all other taxes or by Bishop A. V. Griswold. assessments for the support of public There is no recorded connection of worship in the Town or Parish where St. Mary's with Christ Church, Camthey may respectively reside.” A pres- bridge, but the resemblance of the inent anomaly under these old charters teriors of the building and the fact that lies in the fact that the rights of pro the silver plagon of the communion prietorship in pews survives, but the service was presented by a Mr. Wincorresponding obligation to pay taxes throp of Cambridge in 1812, would seen


on each side are lofty arched windows, graves of soldiers of four wars. The oldwhose many panes flood the interior est of these graves is that of Ebenezer with generous daylight. Old-fashioned Stedman, a veteran of the Revolution, high box-pews fill up the body of the who died in 1813. The weather-beaten church. The gallery which in former stone of another Revolutionary soldier, days was occupied by the village choir, a drummer in the war, relates the fact is situated beneath the belfry of the that his bass drum was perforated by a tower. Several years ago the addition British bullet in the battle of Bunker of a parish house was added to the Hill. further side of the church, but the old Let us linger for a while in this. building remains the same.

silent and secluded church yard, far Without, shaded by a noble avenue from the rush and noise of the great of elms, lies God's green acre. Among world without. And in gazing about the moss-covered gravestones are to be upon the quiet and forgotten mounds found the names of the former patri of those who have gone before, we are archs of the village and early residents thus inclined to meditate—"Such is the of the town. Here, 'neath a carved fate of many who have lived their little weeping willow, is the grave of mine day in this world, often men of note, host of the old Wales tavern, and and useful in their generation, of yonder, resting together in peaceful whom it was said 'how shall the world tranquillity at last, Sam Lawton and be carried on without them, yet in a his wife, Mehitable, are buried. The little while the tide rolls on, they are cemetery is dotted by the little flags gradually missed no more, and finally that, fluttering here and there, mark the their memory fades away. But how

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interesting is the catalogue, reproduc- Spanish War, who come to honor the ing as it does the names of so many memory of their dead, and to decorate who once tilled these broad acres, and their graves with the symbols of resurwatched over the rising interests of rection and with the colors of their the town, who cleared its forest and country.

country. The village people then are marked out its streets, who worshiped gathered in the yard to witness the in its simple church, and built its service and to listen to the address by earliest dwellings, who lived examples the chaplains. After the ceremonies of integrity and honest worth, and in the yard, the squad accompanied by have left an inheritance so rich and the spectators march down to the river so beautiful to their posterity.”

bank below. Here a prayer is said in On Memorial Day each spring the honor of those who fought and were undisturbed quietness of the place is buried at sea. As the chaplain reads broken by the muffled drums and appropriate passages from the Scripmartial tread of the blue-coated vet- tures, the comrades toss their bunches erans of the Grand Army of the of flowers into the stream, which are Republic and the young soldiers of the carried down, borne toward the ocean.


Across the sea at Winthrop,

The rider waves come in,
Their reins flung out to herald winds

That swiftly rush before-
A loud vanguard of hoarse bassoons,
And bagpipes shrill and thin,

That scream and roar

Along the shore,
While dark brigades of hurtling clouds

Are marshaled to the din!

Across the sea at Winthrop,

The fishing smacks come in,
With torn sails set to battling waves,

That crowd about their prows
Like fierce white flocks of phantom birds,
Or fleece that Furies spin,

From bow to keel

Of boats that reel,
And rise and sink like drowning men,

As they come staggering in!
Across the sea at Winthrop,

The harbor lights shine out
In fitful shafts of ruddy glare,

That show the angry foam.
But O, the lights of Winthrop town,
The fisherfolk ne'er doubt!

For lights of home

To men who roam,
Are guiding stars from fire-lit hearths

Where children romp and shout!




HE world in which he lived Roy had taken a desk in his father's

spoke well of Roy Braddon.. office, during the last two of which he

He was a clever, prosperous had become practically the manager of young man, with a character unsullied the business, for the elder Braddon was by vice, an agreeable personal appear- beginning to lose his business faculty, ance, and a manner that was very and in all this time he had made but quiet, but not wanting in pleasantness. one real friend. This was a young man A thoughtful man, too, who was apt to who had come into the office a few contemplate all things in their gravest years after his own advent, as correaspect. For the rest he was happily sponding clerk. His name was Frank placed in the world, being the only son Ryder, and he was the son of an army of a wealthy ship chandler, who elected officer who had run through two into live where his forefathers had lived herited fortunes, and then cut his before him, in a big, gloomy mansion throat one morning in a fit of delirium in the old residential portion of New trer

tremens, leaving a widow and two Bedford.

helpless children to face a life which Occasionally Roy Braddon impa- he had done his best to render hard tiently wondered why his father had for them. not built a home up town, where other The attachment between these two men of his position lived, but happily young men did not arise in a day. he was not troubled with an aesthetic Howbeit, once they came to know each temperament, and as a consequence ac other, their friendship grew to be a cepted his life very quietly; for, on the warm one and they became almost inwhole, he reasoned, life was dull, after separable companions. There was not all, especially when a fellow was grown a nook along the water front that they up and had had his fling at college. left unexplored. And they were very

Besides, it was not a mean or sordid happy together, Frank full of wild, house, by any means.

There was a

reckless talk of lives that were differgray-haired old butler, who had been ent from their lives; lives of adventure custodian of the cellars and plate in distant lands; lives in camp and on for the past thirty years, and a house- shipboard, tossed about by the winds keeper of fabulous antiquity, who re and waves, and in frequent contest with membered the last hours of the last

savage foes. The kind of a life he snuff-colored Braddon; and there were longed to lead, in short, instead of the two prim, sour-visaged maid-servants, dulì, monotonous life of the office and of a discreet age, selected by the house its environments, which, as he termed keeper, who, change as they might as it, might, and probably would, go on to their individuality, never underwent forever, and leave him no better a man any variation as to those two qualities than he was then. of primness and sourness.

It was a

“But you get an increase of salary ruling of the elder Braddon's: “Pretty every year," suggested the more prachousemaids are out of place when tical Roy.

tical Roy. "It isn't such a bad billet, there's a young man in the house," he after all; and by and by, when I have was wont to say.

full charge, I will take you in as junior Nearly ten years had passed since partner.'

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