ew England life, and

    deserves, as mucer, to have his

    biograpten one day; he guise of a friend

    or he whole family --

    Ne ory must not yet tell tragedies

    enacted  time intervene in some measure to assuage and lend

    an azure tint to t indistinct and dubious

    tradition says t once a tavern stood; the same, which

    tempered travellers beverage and refreseed.  here

    ted one anotold t

    their ways again.

    Breeds  anding only a dozen years ago, t had

    long been unoccupied.  It  t  on

    fire by miscion nig mistake.

    I lived on t lost myself

    over Davenants quot;Gondibert,quot; t er t I labored h a

    leto regard as a

    family complaint, o sleep shaving himself,

    and is obliged to sprout potatoes in a cellar Sundays, in order to

    keep atempt

    to read Cion of Englisry  skipping.  It

    fairly overcame my Nervii.  I  sunk my he

    bells rung fire, and in  e t way, led

    by a straggling troop of men and boys, and I among t, for

    I  it he woods

    -- we wo fires before -- barn, shop, or dwelling-house,

    or all toget;Its Bakers barn,quot; cried one.  quot;It is the Codman

    place,quot; affirmed anot up above the

    ed quot;Concord to the

    rescue!quot;  agons s past h furious speed and crushing loads,

    bearing, perc, t of the Insurance

    Company, wo go he

    engine bell tinkled be of all,

    as it erhe fire and ga