. Old Boston days & ways; from the dawn of the revolution until the town became a city. nday, June18, she wrote: The day — perhaps the de-cisive day — is come, on which the fate ofAmerica depends. My bursting heart must findvent at my pen. I have just heard that our dearfriend Dr. Warren is no more, but fell gloriouslyfighting for his country; saying, Better to diehonorably in the field than ignominiously hangupon the gallows. Great is our loss. He hasdistinguished himself in every engagement byhis courage and fortitude, by animating thesoldiers and leading them on by his own ex-ample. The rac
. Old Boston days & ways; from the dawn of the revolution until the town became a city. nday, June18, she wrote: The day — perhaps the de-cisive day — is come, on which the fate ofAmerica depends. My bursting heart must findvent at my pen. I have just heard that our dearfriend Dr. Warren is no more, but fell gloriouslyfighting for his country; saying, Better to diehonorably in the field than ignominiously hangupon the gallows. Great is our loss. He hasdistinguished himself in every engagement byhis courage and fortitude, by animating thesoldiers and leading them on by his own ex-ample. The race is not to the swift, nor thebattle to the strong; . . Charlestown is laidin ashes. The battle began upon our intrench-ments upon Bunkers Hill . . and has notceased yet, and it is now three oclock Sabbathafternoon. . The constant roar of the cannonis so distressing that we cannot eat drink orsleep. May we be supported and sustained inthe dreadful conflict. I shall tarry here [shewas at her home in Braintree] til it is thoughtunsafe by my friends; and then I have secured.
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