. Camps and firesides of the revolution . ashed all round, which on rejoicing days is illumi- days ofnated. As to government, Boston is dependent and reJ°lcins-subordinate to England for its laws, being under thekings government. The governor is a person ap-pointed from home to represent his Majesty. The /.<?.fromEng-laws are made by the two houses of the legislature,the council and the great and general former is like the English House of Lords, andthe latter like the Commons. Unless the governorsigns the bill, it doesnot pass into a law. The Boston peopleare very strict
. Camps and firesides of the revolution . ashed all round, which on rejoicing days is illumi- days ofnated. As to government, Boston is dependent and reJ°lcins-subordinate to England for its laws, being under thekings government. The governor is a person ap-pointed from home to represent his Majesty. The /.<?.fromEng-laws are made by the two houses of the legislature,the council and the great and general former is like the English House of Lords, andthe latter like the Commons. Unless the governorsigns the bill, it doesnot pass into a law. The Boston peopleare very strict observ-ers of the Sabbath service is goingon no persons exceptdoctors are allowed onthe streets. If you arefound upon the streetsand the constables meetyou, they compel youto go either to an Epis-copal church or to theCongregational meet-ing, as you choose. Also in sweating, if you are caught you must pay Captaina crown for every oath, on being convicted thereof, poe,et*™te - ° eaten il without further dispute. for A TAVERN SIGN. 6 2 Highways and Byways [No. 21 Freneau wasborn inFrance, butbecame anoted news-paper man,author, andpoet inAmerica. 21. A Storm at Sea By Philip Freneau Happy the man who, safe on shore, Now trims, at home, his evening fire;Unmovd he hears the tempest roar,That on the tufted groves expire;Alas ! on us they doubly fall,Our feeble bark must bear them all. Now to their haunts the birds retreat,The squirrel seeks his hollow tree,Wolves in their shaded caverns meet,All, all are blest but wretched we —For, doomd a stranger to repose,No rest the unsettled ocean knows. Whilst oer the dark abyss we roam, Perhaps, whateer the pilots say,We saw the suns descending gloom,No more to see the rising ray ;But buried low, by far too deep,On coral beds unpitied sleep ! But what a strange uncoasted strand Is that where death permits no day,No charts we have to mark that land,No compass to direct the way! What pilot shall explore that realm,What
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