. The world's story; a history of the world in story, song and art, ed. by Eva March Tappan. or its humblinglesson to the monarch and its high example to the have heard that, whenever the descendants of the Puritansare to show the spirit of their sires, the old man appearsagain. When eighty years had passed, he walked once morein King Street. Five years later, in the twilight of an Aprilmorning, he stood on the green, beside the meeting-house, atLexington, where now the obelisk of granite, with a slab ofslate inlaid, commemorates the first fallen of the when our father
. The world's story; a history of the world in story, song and art, ed. by Eva March Tappan. or its humblinglesson to the monarch and its high example to the have heard that, whenever the descendants of the Puritansare to show the spirit of their sires, the old man appearsagain. When eighty years had passed, he walked once morein King Street. Five years later, in the twilight of an Aprilmorning, he stood on the green, beside the meeting-house, atLexington, where now the obelisk of granite, with a slab ofslate inlaid, commemorates the first fallen of the when our fathers were toiling at the breastwork onBunkers Hill, all through that night the old warrior walkedhis rounds. Long, long may it be, ere he comes again! Hishour is one of darkness, and adversity, and peril. But shoulddomestic tyranny oppress us, or the invaders step pollute oursoil, still may the Gray Champion come, for he is the verytype of New Englands hereditary spirit; and his shadowymarch, on the eve of danger, must ever be the pledge, thatNew Englands sons will vindicate their ancestry,. THE MYSTERIOUS CIL\MPION OF HADLEY him, he poured forth a strong and energetic thanksgiv-ing for the turning back of the battle, which, pronouncedwith a voice loud and clear as a war-trumpet, thrilledthrough the joints and marrow of the hearers. I haveheard many an act of devotion in my life, had Heavenvouchsafed me grace to profit by them; but such a prayeras this, uttered amid the dead and the dying, with arich tone of mingled triumph and adoration, was beyondthem all: it was like the song of the inspired prophetesswho dwelt beneath the palm tree between Ramah andBethel. He was silent; and for a brief space we remainedwith our heads bent to the earth, no man daring to lifthis head. At length we looked up, but our deliverer wasno longer amongst us; nor was he ever again seen in theland which he had rescued. Here Bridgenorth, who had told this singular storywith an eloquence and vivacity of de
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