“My weary soul they seem to soothe,
And, redolent of joy and youth,
To breathe a second spring.”
NO AMERICAN can be ignorant of the principal events that induced the parliament of Great Britain, in 1774, to lay those impolitic restrictions on the port of Boston, which so effectually destroyed the trade of the chief town in her western colonies. Nor should it be unknown to any American, how nobly, and with what devotedness to the great principles of the controversy, the inhabitants of the adjacent town of Salem refused to profit by the situation of their neighbours and fellow-subjects. In consequence of these impolitic measures of the English government, and of the laudable unanimity among the capitalists of the times, it became a rare sight to see the canvass of any other vessels than such as wore the pennants of the king, whitening the forsaken waters of Massachusetts bay.
Towards the decline of a day in April, 1775, however, the eyes of hundreds had been fastened on a distant sail, which was seen rising from the bosom of the waves, making her way along the forbidden track, and steering directly for the mouth of the proscribed haven. With that deep solicitude in passing events which marked the period, a large group of spectators was collected on Beacon-Hill, spreading from its conical summit, far down the eastern declivity, all gazing intently on the object of common interest. In so large an assemblage, however, there were those excited by very different feelings, and who were indulging in wishes directly opposite to each other. While the decent, grave, but wary citizen was endeavouring to conceal the bitterness which soured his mind, under the appearance of a cold indifference, a few gay young men, bearing about their persons the trappings of their martial profession, who mingled in the throng, were loud in their exultations, and hearty in their congratulations on the prospect of hearing from their distant homes and absent friends. But the long, loud rolls of the drums, ascending from the adjacent common, called these idle spectators from the spot, when the hill was left to the quiet possession of those who claimed the strongest right to its enjoyment. It was not, however, a period for open and unreserved communications. Long before the mists of evening succeeded the shadows thrown from the setting sun, the hill was entirely deserted; the remainder of the spectators having descended from the eminence, and held their several courses, singly, silent, and thoughtful, towards the rows of dusky roofs that covered the lowland, along the eastern side of the peninsula. Notwithstanding this appearance of apathy, rumour, which, in times of great excitement, ever finds means to convey its whisperings, when it dare not proclaim its information, was busy in circulating the unwelcome intelligence, that the stranger was the first of a fleet, bringing stores and reinforcements to an army already too numerous, and too confident of its power, to respect the law. No tumult or noise succeeded this unpleasant annunciation, but the doors of the houses were sullenly closed, and the windows darkened, as if the people intended to express their dissatisfaction by these silent testimonials of disgust.
In the mean time the ship had gained the rocky entrance to the harbour, where, deserted by the breeze, and met by an adverse tide, she lay inactive, as if conscious of the unwelcome reception she must receive. The fears of the inhabitants of Boston had, however, exaggerated the danger; for the vessel, instead of exhibiting the throng of licentious soldiery which would have crowded a transport, was but thinly peopled, and her orderly decks were cleared of every incumbrance that could interfere with the comfort of those she did contain. There was an appearance, in the arrangements of her external accommodations, which would have indicated to an observant eye, that she carried those who claimed the rank, or possessed the means, of making others contribute largely to their comforts. The few seamen who navigated the ship, lay extended on different portions of the vessel, watching the lazy sails as they flapped against the masts, or indolently bending their looks on the placid waters of the bay; while several menials, in livery, crowded around a young man who was putting eager questions to the pilot, that had just boarded the vessel off the Graves. It was evident, by the laboured elegance and the air of the principal speaker, that he was one of those who acquire their civilisation at second hand. From the place where this inquisitive party stood, nigh the main-mast, a wide sweep of the quarter-deck was untenanted; but nearer to the spot where the listless seaman hung idly over the tiller of the ship, stood a being of altogether different mould and fashion. He was a man who would have seemed in the very extremity of age, had not his quick, vigorous steps, and the glowing, rapid glances from his eyes, as he occasionally paced the deck, appeared to deny the usual indications of years. His form was bowed, and attenuated nearly to emaciation. His hair, which fluttered a little wildly around his temples, was thin, and silvered to the whiteness of at least eighty winters. Deep furrows, like the lines of great age and long endured cares united, wrinkled his hollow cheeks, and rendered the bold outline of prominent features still more remarkable. He was clad in a simple and somewhat tarnished suit of modest gray, which bore about it the ill-concealed marks of long and neglected use. Whenever he turned his piercing look from the shores, he moved swiftly along the deserted quarter deck, and seemed entirely engrossed with his own thoughts, his lips moving rapidly, though no sounds were heard to issue from a mouth that was habitually silent. He was under the influence of one of those sudden impulses in which the body, apparently, sympathized so keenly with the restless activity of the mind, when another young man ascended from the cabin, and took his stand among the gazers at the land, on the upper deck. The age of this gentleman might have been five and twenty. He wore a military cloak, thrown carelessly across his form, which, in addition to such parts of his dress as were visible through its open folds, sufficiently announced his profession was that of arms. There was an air of ease and high fashion about his person, though his countenance, at times, seemed melancholy. On gaining the deck, this young officer, encountering the eyes of the aged and restless being who trod its planks, bowed courteously before he turned away to the view, and in his turn became deeply absorbed in studying its fading beauties.
The heights of Dorchester were radiant with the rays of the luminary that had just sunk behind their crest, and streaks of paler light were playing along the waters, and gilding the green summits of the islands which clustered across the mouth of the estuary. Far in the distance were to be seen the tall spires of the churches, rising out of the shadows of the town, with their vanes glittering in the sun-beams, while a few rays of light were dancing about the black beacon, which reared itself high above the conical peak that took its name from the circumstance of supporting this instrument of alarms. Several large vessels were anchored among the islands and before the town, their dark hulls, at each moment, becoming less distinct through the haze of evening, while the summits of their long lines of masts were yet glowing with the marks of day. From each of these sullen ships, from the low fortification which rose above a small island deep in the bay, and from various elevations in the town itself, the broad folds of the flag of England were yet waving. The young man was suddenly aroused from gazing at this scene, by the quick reports of the evening guns, and while his eyes were tracing the descent of the proud symbols of the British power, from their respective places of display, he felt his arm convulsively pressed by the hand of his aged fellow-passenger.
“Will the day ever arrive,” said a low, hollow voice at his elbow, “when those flags shall be lowered, never to rise again in this hemisphere!”
The young soldier turned his quick look to the countenance of the speaker, but bent it instantly in embarrassment on the deck, to avoid the keen, searching glance he encountered. A long, and on the part of the young man, a painful silence succeeded. At length the latter, pointing to the land, said—
“Tell me, you, who are of Boston, and must have known it so long, the names of all these places.”
“And are you not of Boston, too?” asked his old companion.
“Certainly by birth, but an Englishman by habit and education.”
“Accursed be the habits, and neglected the education, which would teach a child to forget its parentage!” muttered the old man, turning, and walking away so rapidly as to be suddenly lost in the forward parts of the ship.
For several minutes longer, the youth stood absorbed in his own musings, when, as if recollecting his previous purposes, he called aloud—“Meriton.”
At the sounds of his voice the curious group around the pilot instantly separated, and the highly ornamented youth, before mentioned, approached the officer, with a manner in which pert familiarity and fearful respect were peculiarly blended. Without regarding the manner of the other, however, or indeed without even favouring him with a glance, the young soldier continued—
“I desired you to detain the boat which boarded us, in order to convey me to the town, Mr. Meriton; see if it be in readiness.”
The valet flew to execute this commission, and in an instant returned with a reply in the affirmative.
“But, sir,” he continued, “you will never think of going in that boat, I feel very much assured, sir.”
“Your assurance, Mr. Meriton, is not the least of your qualifications; why should I not?”
“That disagreeable old stranger has taken possession of it, with his bundle of rags; and—”
“And what? you must name a greater evil, to detain me here, than the fact that the only gentleman in the ship is to be my companion.”
“Lord, sir!” said Meriton, glancing his eye upward in amazement; “but, sir, surely you know best as to gentility of behaviour—but as to gentility of dress—”
“Enough of this,” interrupted his master, a little angrily; “the company is such as I am content with; if you find it unequal to your deserts, you have permission to remain in the ship until the morning—the presence of a coxcomb is by no means necessary to my comfort for one night.”
Without regarding the mortification of his disconcerted valet, the young man passed along the deck to the place where the boat was in waiting. By the general movement among the indolent menials, and the profound respect with which he was attended by the master of the ship to the gangway, it was sufficiently apparent, that notwithstanding his youth, it was this gentleman whose presence had exacted those arrangements in the ship, which have been mentioned. While all around him, however, were busy in facilitating the entrance of the officer into the boat, the aged stranger occupied its principal seat, with an air of deep abstraction. A hint from the pliant Meriton, who had ventured to follow his master, that it would be more agreeable if he would relinquish his place, was disregarded, and the youth took a seat by the side of the old man, with a simplicity of manner that his valet inwardly pronounced degrading. As if this humiliation were not sufficient, the young man perceiving that a general pause succeeded his own entrance, turned to his companion, and courteously inquired if he were ready to proceed. A silent wave of the hand was the reply, when the boat shot away from the vessel, leaving the ship steering for an anchorage in Nantasket.
The measured dash of the oars was uninterrupted by any voice, while, stemming the tide, they pulled laboriously up among the islands; but by the time they had reached the castle, the twilight had melted into the softer beams of a young moon, and surrounding objects becoming more distinct, the stranger commenced talking with that quick and startling vehemence which seemed his natural manner. He spoke of the localities, with the vehemence and fondness of an enthusiast, and with the familiarity of one who had long known their beauties. His rapid utterance, however, ceased as they approached the naked wharves, and he sunk back gloomily in the boat, as if unwilling to trust his voice on the subject of his country’s wrongs. Thus left to his own thoughts, the youth gazed, with interest, at the long ranges of buildings, which were now clearly visible to the eye, though in softer colours and more gloomy shadows. A few neglected and dismantled ships were lying at different points; but the hum of business, the forests of masts, and the rattling of wheels which at that early hour should have distinguished the great mart of the colonies, were wanting. In their places were to be heard, at intervals, bursts of martial music, the riotous merriment of the soldiery who frequented the taverns at the water’s edge, or the sullen challenges of sentinels from the vessels of war, as they vexed the progress of the few boats which the inhabitants still used in their ordinary pursuits.
“Here indeed is a change!” the young officer exclaimed, as they glided along this desolate scene; “even my recollections, young and fading as they are, recall the difference!”
The stranger made no reply, but a smile of singular meaning gleamed across his wan features, imparting, by the moonlight, to their remarkable expression, a character of additional wildness. The officer was again silent, nor did either speak until the boat, having shot by the end of the long wharf, across whose naked boundaries a sentinel was pacing his measured path, inclined more to the shore, and soon reached the place of its destination.
Whatever might have been the respective feelings of the two passengers at having thus reached in safety the object of their tiresome and protracted voyage, they were not expressed in language. The old man bared his silver locks, and concealing his face with his hat, stood as if in deep mental thanksgiving at the termination of his toil, while his more youthful companion trod the wharf on which they landed with the air of a man whose emotions were too engrossing for the ordinary use of words.
“Here we must part, sir,” the officer at length said; “but I trust the acquaintance which has been thus accidentally formed, is not to be forgotten now there is an end to our common privations.”
“It is not in the power of a man whose days, like mine, are numbered,” returned the stranger, “to mock the liberality of his God, by any vain promises that must depend on time for their fulfilment. I am one, young gentleman, who has returned from a sad, sad pilgrimage in the other hemisphere, to lay his bones in this, his native land; but should many hours be granted me, you will hear further of one whom your courtesy and kindness have so greatly obliged.”
The officer was sensibly affected by the softened but solemn manner of his companion, and pressed his wasted hand fervently as he answered—
“Do; I ask it as a singular favour; I know not why, but you have obtained a command of my feelings that no other being ever yet possessed—and yet—’tis a mystery, ’tis like a dream! I feel that I not only venerate, but love you!”
The old man stepped back, and held the youth at the length of his arm for a moment, while he fastened on him a look of glowing interest, and then raising his hand slowly, he pointed upward, and said—
“’Tis from heaven, and for God’s own purposes—smother not the sentiment, boy, but cherish it in your heart’s core!”
The reply of the youth was interrupted by violent shrieks, that burst rudely on the stillness of the place. Quick and severe blows of a lash were blended with the exclamations of the sufferer, and rude oaths, with hoarse execrations, from various voices, were united in the uproar, which appeared to be at no great distance. By a common impulse, the whole party broke away from the spot, and moved rapidly up the wharf in the direction of the sounds. As they approached the buildings, a group was seen collected around the man who thus broke the charm of evening by his cries, interrupting his wailings with their ribaldry, and encouraging his tormentors to proceed.
“Mercy, mercy, for the sake of the blessed God, have mercy, and don’t kill Job!” shrieked the sufferer; “Job will run your a’r’nds! Job is half-witted! Mercy on poor Job! Oh! you make his flesh creep!”
“I’ll cut the heart from the knave,” interrupted a hoarse voice; “to refuse to drink the health of his majesty!”
“Job does wish him good health—Job loves the king, only Job don’t love rum.”
The officer had approached so nigh as to perceive that the whole scene was one of disorder and abuse, and pushing aside the crowd of soldiers, who composed the throng, he broke at once into the centre of the circle.