Newspaper of Burlington Free Press, September 20, 1839, Page 1

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rrwrrrn ' mtiiMwuiMnann nwn n iai.iiJLi.i. niuiiii -iiu.! .. i. i ini.n . NOT T II K G L O It Y O F C JE S A H , K U T T II K WELFARE O F II O M K . BY II. B. STACY. From the Saturday Courier. CHASE LORING. A TALE OF THE REVOLUTION. 11 V MISS LESLIES. 1 I'll Is la my own, my unlive land.' 'What wo nro now doing, will ono day bo hislory !' was t ho prophetic exclamation of Buonaparte, a? lie led his sold lora to victory across Hie bridge of Arcnto. Not fiicIi were t lie anticipations of thoso firm and daring spit it?, thai planned and effect ed the dcttiuclion of the cargoes of the tea ship;, that came into the ports of Hus ton towards the closo of the year 1773, ond whose appearance was announced by hand bills, beginning with these quaint, but energetic words 'The worst ofploguce the detested tea, lias now arrived In our harbor !' How lilt I u did the instigators nnd leaders nT this singular enterprise, imagine, that on Ibis memorable night, they were striking off the fi'st link in the chain that had hith crto bound t he in to the dominion of ling laud and eliciting the spark that would eventually light the torch of freedom llim' out the world. Surely, for them no 'com. ing events cast their shadows before' or they would never (as is said) have recipro cally bound themselves by the solemnity of on oath, lo a perpetual concealment ol names, that, ot no distant period, they might have disclosed with triumphant ex ultation; names that their compatriots would have delighted to honor names that their children would have been proud to bear. We must over rrgrct that the authors ol this extraordinary drama have so consci entiously pcrs-isU'd in carrying to the grave the secret of their identity the grave, which, most probnb'y, has closed over each and all of t hem. We had hoped that some one of this patriot band, would have be queothed to posterity a written manorial, disclosing the private history of an event, ol once to public, and so mysterious. Ol those who were merely actors or spectators o.i the night of the IGlIi of December, pome few yet survive bui from them, we bclicv; that little information is now to be obtained, except of the chief scene itself. Of the previous preparation they seem to know almost nothing. In the hope of more fully awakening to this subject, the attention of some gifted writer of that noble city, on whose funcs first shone the dayspnng of Atlantic htcra lure, in whoso hulls the voice of freedom first dared to lilt itself, the author of t ho following pages, (on American, though not a Iioatouian,) has ventured lo interweave with a simple and unpretending story, n few facts that she has collected fur the purpose. Near the ei nter of BoMon and in thr in ighbnrhnod of Peinberton Hill, a hou.-e is til ill bt'jnding. which seems to have been designed with the express object of demon fctrotiog in the plainer and must practical innnnei. the mathematical figure called u triangle the part that fronts the street, denoting the base, and the back illustrating the opcx. The boards of tho floors are broad at one end, and narrow at the other, nil tending to a point at the fire places The fire places have triangular hearths nnd in a similar manner the beams of the ceilings radiate from the chimnics. The liuusc, luch though small, is ol three sto rics, contains a sitting room or parlor be low, two chambers and an attic above, and a kitchen built back in the yard. It is not o corner house, and its peculiar architec ture was the whim of its first proprietor, a respectable mechanic named Mclchiscdcck Spraggins, who having made money enough to enable himself to erect a minsioii for his own residence, justly conceived that he had a right to plan it according lo Ii'ib own notion and lor this, or others of his notions, he never considered himself accountable to any one, his wife especially. At the period from which we date the commencement of our story, tho aforesaid triangular house was in possession of the widow of the aforesaid Mclchiscdcck a kind hearted and simple minded woman, who was called Aunt Rlioda by tho whole neighborhood ; and, who having no chil dren of her own, would willingly have been nunl to all Boston. Her husband had left enough to support her comfortably, but she preferred lo lake a few boarders though n9 she truly said, rather for company than for profit; such being the liberality of the good old lady I hut her profits at the end of the year, might always have been summed up by a tingle figure, Ono of her inmates, a youth named Chase Luring, was only a sort of boarder. He was nephew to her late husband, and had just entered his eighteenth year. As Aunt Rlioda would accept of no regular stipend fur his accommodations, his father, who had a farm about fifteen miles from Boston, It.ok core thai he should be grati fied by the frequent arrival nf barrels of Indian meal, pork, apples, cider, crocks of butter, and other productions of his homo Blend. Chase Loring was the youngest of n numerous family, and having tho true Yunkec genius for wood work, he had comn lo town for tho purpose of learning the trade with a celebrated carpenter in Essex elroet. Aunt Rhoda's only real border was Tu dor Haviland, whoso ago did not exceed Chase Lnring's. His father kept a 6loro far in the interior of tho provinco, but as Tudor was what is called a bookish young man, lie nou a great desiro to bo a book eollor. Accordingly, bo had been placed with Henry Knox, whoso shop in Cornhill was noted for the handsome manner in which it was fitted up, and tho handsomo books it contained. It wbb also, frequented by tho most distinguished people ol Boston. Annii Chadwick, tho youngest of Aunt Ilhuda's family, and her orphan niece, was a very pretty bluo eyed, bloominn irirl, now in her sixteenth year, Having been' adopted by the old lady in early childhood, she had become well-grounded in practical housewifery, and wns already a clever seamstress. Tudor Haviland, who always gladly availed himself of the privilego nf bringing home, in the evening, n book from Mr. Knox's store, had taken some pains to cultivate her natural fondness fur reading; though tho literature of that period offered but little that would be considered interest ing or amusing by must young girls of the present time. On the evening with which wo propose to commenco our story, Aunt Rlioda was seated in her usual corner, in her tall, straight, high backed arm chair, its cushion stuffed with feathers, and covered with broad striped red anil yellow calico. A large fire of maple logs blazed on the trian polar hearth, and a substantia) mould can dle, of domestic manufacture, in a brass stick, was burning on a circular walnut able, whose only lault was that it whirled around rather ofteucr than was desired, he pivot being generally out of order. Her feet rested on a little wooden ftnol or cricket, that was tophcavy, nnd fell over whenever she rose, and 6hc was engaged in knitting a pair of bluo yarn stockings for Chase. A nuts sat ot the tabic, and was patiently dividing, with long rows of stitch, ing, the compartments of an extensive silk thread case. Tudor Haviland, who like most readins young men, had a passion for poetry, and had not yet been long enough with Mr. Knox to have gone through the Rritish classics, had placed him-clf opposite to Annis, and was deeply engrossed with the poems of Groy. 'Do read out loud, Tudor,' said Aunt Rlioda, 'll BJCinsso ui.sociablclo keep your book to yourself. You know I always like lo hear good reading. What have you got there ?' 'Gray's I'ucms but I fear you would not find them very interesting.' 'May be you think I'm not quite 'cute enough to understand verso.' 'For my part,' remarked Ann's, '1 al ways like poetry; and if I cannot comprc bend every word of it, et ill it scctns pretty.' 'I have,' resumed Aunt Rlioda, 'I've lived long enough in the world to understand verse ns well as most people, and I'm al ways pleased to hear it, that is, if it's rale good verse.' 'But Aunt,' observed Tudor, 'ynu fell asleep, last night, in tho midst of the Dcser led Village.' , 'Well,' replied Aunt Rlioda, 'in ific first place, it is considerable nf n poem. And i lien, what is worse than all, it. is "quite" loo iKiter.il. I could nut out inst as food mv- aoll', if I were only to try. It was full of nil sorts of common things. Any body might make rhymes about 'I ho sanded ll.tor,' and the clcclc 'licking behind the ijoor.' 1 "ce nothing particular in that. And then it bcemed u foolish to rang the broken I en cups on the manllc-bhclf and to keen them lur show. Did the same man make the poetry you ore reading to night ." 'No,' answered Tudor, 'these arc the po ems of t lie celebrated Gray.' 'Any relation to Jonathan Gray, thai keeps the Red Lion in Milk street ?' 'Not that 1 know of,' said Tudor, smi ling. 'Well now, read up,' pursued Aunt Rlioda, 'and you'll eeo how well I can make it out.' Tudor, somewhat mischievously, perhaps, turned to the sublime ode of The Bard,' and began with great energy, 'Ruin seize dice, nil li less king, Cunliiiion on lliy b.inncrs wail.' 'Ah! that sounds grand !' exclaimed (lie old lady, 'thai does seem like rule poetry !' And when he finished the stanza with, 'Sloud Glosler stood aghast, in rpcechless nance 'To arms !' cried Mortimer, and ceuch'd his ijuiv cring lance.' bIic said, with much complacency, 'that's fine ! that's worth listening to : I doubt if I could make any thing like that.' Tudur, ns he proceeded, wos much grat ified at perceiving, by tho intelligent looks of Annis, that she perfectly comprehended the historical ahisjons in this beautiful ode. She had lately been rending Goldsmiths' admirable Letters on Englnnd, first pub lished ns addressed by a nobleman to his son, and erroneously attributed to Lnrd Lyttlclon. Aunt Rlioda, however, occa sionally roused herself, to make comments, at which Tudor did not dare lo cast his eyes towards Annis. At tho words, 'And weave with bloody hands the liisue of lliy line' 'Well,' remarked tho good old lady, 'some of our weavers nro dirty-handed enough ; but to weavo with bloody hands seems awful.' Tudor went on till he arrived at, 'Ye lowers of Julius ! London's lasting shame ! Willi many n foul and midnight murder fed.' 'Well, to bo Euro, fowls arc good things lo feed upon, but it docs scorn a shamo to murder them at midnight, taking them from their perches, poor creatures, when they aro fad asleep.' Tudor proceeded, and camo to tho lines, 'But oil ! what solemn scenes on Snowl.ind's liciglit Descending slow their g littering skirls unroll.' 'That's elegant ! their glillcring skirls unrolling as they como down stairs, LiKo Squire Hancock's new coat, I daro say all done oft' wilh gold lace-' Tudor concluded the poem, and as he paused aftor tho last line, Aunt Rlioda said with such earnestness as to euspond her knitting. 'Now you've done, Tudor, I wonder what's tho causo of so much tramp, tramp, tramping in tho street, over the snow to night. All Boston seems to be passing by. I'vo been a listening to it the whole timo you wcro o-rending, and I could not puzzlo out what It was fur.' 'I should not bo surprised,' said Tudor, closing tho book, and starting up, 'if some new public commotion is un fool to night. There wero more gentlemen in the storo (his morning, than I have cvor boforo seen there in ono day, and yol nobody bought a FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER, 20, 1839. single honk, At one lime Samuel Adntns, John Hancock, Richard Derby, Dr. War. rrn, nnd Colonel Bigelow, wero all round Mr Knox's desk together, nnd talking with him in n low voice. And, ynu know, tnorc has hern n great whig meeting in the old Smith Church this afternoon, on nccount of the lea ships.' 'Something unusual is ccrtninly going on,' said Annis, 'and that is the reason Chase Loring has nut como home to supper.' 'His master is one of tho greatest whigs in town,' said Aunt Rhuda. 'So is mine,' said Tudor. 'Every body knows that,' replied the old lady, 'There's no mistake about Harry Knox but what I say is this oil's well thai end's u'ol1, and dear knows how all thit) is to end: nnt that I'm n tory mind now I'm not the least tuilo of n lory for my poor dead husband was nhvoys a whig. But I do think it very hard for respectable people to hove to do without their tea,' 'Bui Aunl Rhoda,' observed Atmi-V even before tea became so scarce and dear, ond before we whigs had set our faces against it you know we almnst always in our house had mush nnd molasses, and pic and milk, and cake and cider, and such things fur sup per, just as wo huvo now.' 'Yes,' replied Aunt Rhoda, 'but then we mirjht have had tea there's considerable difference biMwcen tloing without n thing of your own accord, and boing made to do without it. Now I never cared much about having a silk gownd to wear nt mee ting, till my dead hu.-band happened to sny that no woman unbclonging to tho tip-top quality ought In wear silk gownds. And frm that time I thought considoriib'c about it, and seemed to have no peace liH he let mo get one, prior man though bo was always pretty stiff, and rather hard to move, and nnt apt to give reasons for any thing. And it's just the same now. Ever since all the men arc so bitter about it, my head seems to bo full of nothing but tea tea tea.' Tudor, who had been wailing impatient ly for the conclusion of Aunt Rhoda's speech, now took his ha', and went out lo sec what was the matter. He found the street unusually full of people, most of whom were going in a south-eaEl direction. To all his inquiries be could got no reply but 'come abng and sen,' or something to tho same purpose. He accordingly went with the current, and soon found himself on Grifiin'ns wharf, where he saw a crowd assembled, through which lie had some difficulty in making his way. Ono of the newly arrived lea ships was lying at thfj extreme end of the wharf, the other ship and the brig were anchored at tho sides nrar tho cnil. On the duck of each was a largo group of men, some of whom were; dresl as Indians. The Indians were busily engaged in directing the operations, while other persons wero hoisting the chests of tea from the holds of the vessels, and throwing them over the side, and the water being shallow, the boxes had already accu mulated to a pile that was even with the tiifiVail of tho largest ship. On this pile and beside it, stood a number of young men, and some stout boys who wero eager ly enpaged in breaking up the chests wilh hatchets ond emptying the contents inlo t he sen. Some had taken to the boats, and with a determination to complete thorough ly the work nf destruction, they wore bea ting down wilh their oars and keeping under water till tnoy sunk, the fragments of the broken chests, and tho masses of tea that cccasioully floated to tho sur face. Among those who were breaking up the boxes, Chase Loring was nnt the least conspicuous. He had taken off his jacket, rolled up liis sliirt sleeves, and was working away in a glow of excitement that 6et the coldness of night at defiance. 'Chnse!' exclaimed Tudor, gelling close lo him, 'whal is all ibis nnd what arc you doing here !' 'I was only a trying how tea will mix with salt water, ns Mr. Rowe said ot the Old South meeting tins afternoon,' replied Chase, 'come and help It's glorious fun, aye, and sensible fun, loo.' How can you find it in your heart to destroy al this tea,' said Tudor. 'Now that's just such a thing as Aunt Rlioda might say,' replied Chase. 'We are destroying it because wo won't pay the lax and is it not belter lo ihrow it inlo the sea ol nnco, than to let it bo landed, nnd to allow it to find its wny through town, tempting tho women, nnd pleasing the tories? Come, Tudor, jump here, nnd help. Which will you do break up, or throw out ?' I believe I'll throw out, as I have no hatchet ." 'Do it, then; and bo sure you empty every chest clean, and don'l depend on their sinking when tho water gets in. I cannot stop to talk. But this is tho way lo frighten King Gcorgo into good beha vior. You know how wo got rid of the stamp act a fow years ago.' And CIibbo Loring pursued his work, giving tremendous blows with his hatchet on tho lids of tho chests, which ho broko up 'quite too much' his arm kecniner timo lo his voico ns he hummed on odd verso of a song well known nt that tunc : 'There came a brig from London town, Johnny Hancock hailed her ; Tho captain boldly nuswficd liim, The stamp net is repealed, 6ir.' 'But whal was the beginning of all this ?' said Tudor, as Chaso paused for a moment to fun himsejf with his hat, and wipo the damp from his forehead. 'Tho beginning ! why, tho tea-tax to bo sure.' 'But of the woik wo have now on hand?' 'Oh! as lo who first storied il, I cannot rightly tell, for I don't know myself. Bui I'll answer lor it, ihoy wcro clever follows I bat set it a-going. I can (ell nothing

1 more than jusl what I have teen einco I came hero to llio wharf, ond wliot I havi learnt from the talk nround rne. Come, workaway; thcro's another chest rcody for you.' 'Who arc those penp'c on the wharves below ?' at ked Tudor. 'Oh? sninc of our trust-worthy towns men, that are stationed Ihcro .to keep a look out on the British men of-war lying down the harbor. They aro to give in notice, by signals, if they ecc any signs of tho king's ships coming (o interrupt us ' 'I wonder thry do nul come,' remarked Tudor, 'and the barracks of I he BritUh soldiers are so near, I am surprised they allow all this lo go on.' 'So am 1,' said Chase, 'I only hope it is fear that keeps Ihein back.' 'It cannot be fear of us as wo aro now,' oberyed Tudor. But it may bo tho ap prehension of what wo tuny do, or of what we may bo. if further provoked ' Among tho mysteries connected with that night, which timo and history hove failed to elucidate, is tho forbeainnec of the military, and nnvol commanders of the British forces, ond the non-resistance ol the captains and crews of the tea. ships, when their cargoes wore taken and de stmyed before their eyes. In the mean time, rumors of the scone that was enacting at Griffin's whorf, had spread nil over the town, and had long since reached the dwelling of tho relict ol Mclcbibcdcck Spraggins. Her thrco-cor-ncrcd parlor was soon filled with her female neighbors, most of whom wero going in and out all the evening, and collecting news from the passers-by. Each succes sive piece of intelligence became moro and more alarming, ond something was gener ally added in its progress from the street door to Aunt Rhoda's fire side. According to some of those statements, (nil of which were well authenticated) several of the tec- destroyers had in their hurry chopped off their own hands Willi their own hatchets ; others had been poured into the water along with the tea ; and ono man, who had scrambled out again, had been met on Fort Hill, a walking heap of tea leaves that had uncurled themselves and stuck nil over him. 'I shall never eeo neither of the boys ngain,' sighed Aunt Rhoda. 'As for Chase, it's nothing inoro than I expect of him, to ho wherever mischief is. But Tudor even, has never come back, though ho only went out lo sco what was the matter. I did not look for Tudor to ncl in this way, as he was mild and bookish. No. it's all over I shall never sco uoilhcr of them again.' Al that moment they both made their appearance, their hnir disordered, and their faces glowing ; Chase in high spirits, ond Tudor unusually lively- Chaso.lhrcw his hatchet on the table, flew first to his old aunt and then, in the joy of his heart, ran round and kissed every female in the room. Tudor kissed only Annis. The voices of tho women wore now nil heard at once, inquiring of the young men as to the truth of the various reports, and Tudor kindly commenced the arduous task of convincing his audience that tho events of the night had produced no horrors, nnd i hat not a life had been lost, not a limb injured. 'After all,' said Chaso, 'cutting off a 'few fingers, or tumbling into tho water, would have been nothing, even if true, to what might have happened if tho British ships that wcro lying a little way down tho har bor, bad thought fit In come up, and sec what wo wore about.' 'A mercy they did not,' cried Tacy Trimble. 'If limy had fired their cannon at us,' pursued Chase, half laughing, 'every win dow in Boston might huvo shook, or may bo broke with tho noise, nnd all the wharves might havo been ono cloud of smoke wilh flames of fire fhshing through.' 'Ftro and smoka !' ejaculated Ruth Ruggles. 'And every shot,' said Chase, 'might have killed half a dozen of us, or may be eight or ten.' Eight or ten by ono shot !' shrieked Fear Fearing. 'Our blood continued Chaso, 'might have poured I ke rain into tho boxes, and dyed all tho lea red.' " 'Tea and blood !' screamed Faith Fool idgo. 'All this might have happened,' en id Uhasc. 'It might indeed !' sobbed the women. 'Now Chase,' said Aunt Rhoda, 'w nothing settle yon ? I Icar you'll como to no good if you treat serious things in this way.' Serious!' returned Chaso. 'Now I thought it excellent spori. I'll be lodged by Tudor hero, who, to give him his due, worked mantully. when I'ym Fuscot, in his hurry, did not break up the chests quite enough, Tudor was tho lad to jump on them with his feet, nnd smash ihein to flinders. 'Como, Chnse,' said Aunt Rhnda, 'settle yourself, and lei us hear all about it in a regular away. Annis go and tcl! Marcy to bring another basket of apples.' By this lime soma of the women had slipped homo to hear whal their own men had lo relate. A few who bad no men belonging lo thorn, lingered at Aunt Rho da's, to got Chaso's account. Chase settled himself on tho round tabic, as all tho chairs wero occupied : Annis having nothing to sit on but tho unsteady cricket. 'Annis,' said Aunt Rhoda, as tho table begun to 'wheel ubuui and turn about' with its unruly occupant, 'do put tho candlo on tho mantle-shelf; or Chaso will have il ovor in n moment.' 'Aro you all ready ? said Chase. Yes.' 'Well I lion listen, and I will begin at tho beginning. We had n restless tinsottled sort of a day-oo is tho cueo with most dnys lately and there was more tolk than woik. as is the case in most shops Intcly. Our mnstcr did nothing but go in ond out, and stop almnst every body that passed the door, lo say something to them. You know he is a very good whig, and the two other prentices and I oro bettor still, and io ore l lie Journeymen. In tho afternoon the edd man went to the meeting at the Old South, nnd when ho camo homo ho wos so full of it that he told us all about il. And ihcn he lell us to go lo the wharf lo havo a look at tho ten ships ; and presently the journeymen went olT ton. As soon ns they wcro gone, wo concluded lo go also, as it wos now sundown, nnd time to quit work ond shut up. So wo put out the shop lire ond having furnished ourselves with good cliM-er sticks, to be used in case of need, Crnmwcll, Bradshaw nnd I set ofl inwards firifiiu's whnrf. When we got there the moon was just rising above tho water, and tho ground boing envcred with snow, made it very light. Wo found a crowd of people, all standing and looking at the ships, and tho crowd increasing every moment. Wo saw our master on tho wharf.' 'And was not ho angry to see you there ?' asked Aunl Rhoda. 'Nut at nil,' said Chase; 'ho clapped each of us on Ihc shoulder for coming, and told us wo were buys of the right sort, and chips of the old block, moaning himself. 1'rcscnlly we heard n sound like tho steps of a large company of men coming down Ihc wharf in close order. About twenty of them were disguised as Indians, and there were others (whoso facc3 were smut ted) dressed up in red caps, old frocks, of biowti linen, long gowns, and all sorts'of queer things.' 'Are you sure I lie Indians were not rnlc ones ?' said Aunt Rhoda. 'Very sure. Nobody but on Englishman can mistake a white man for an Indian, however well disguised. No, no; it was easy to understand tha. those were some of our own townsmen, painted and feath ered, and dressed with legg.ns and mocca sons, and wrapped in blankets though some of them as wo afterwards found, could talk and behave like very good Indians. Still, I believe thai no one who was not in Ihc fcccrel, could guess exactly who any ol them were; though in one or two wo "saw laced rufllos peeping out from beneath their blankets. As they came along, voices in tho crowd called out 'There are tho Mo hawks the Mohawks are coming.' 'Tho crowd ported off, right and left, and (he Indians passed through the middle, and stopped at the very end of tho whnrf, where tho Dartmouth was lyiog, the Eloa. nnr and the brig Beaver being on each side. Without waiting moment, the Mohawks went straight to the business they came upon. One of them acted as chief, another as interpreter and they protended lo hold a sort of parley with some persons who had already stationed themselves on the deck of the Dartmouth, and who of course were in the secret. Remember, I am only tell ing jou whal I saw and heard myself. As yet, we can only guess who were Ihc people that set this business a going.' 'Timo will discover all,' observed Tudor. 'May bs it will, and may be it won't remarked Aunt Rlioda. 'I am sure I've no idea who stolo my dead husband's best wig, fifteen years ago last Popo Day.f And still, thai very night, when tho bIiow went by there sat tho pope high on the stage, among all the other images, tho light glaring round him and my husband's best wig on his head quite too good a ono to go into Ihc bonfiro when the show was over. 'Now,' continued Chaso, 'you can't think how hard we found it to keep our countenances when wo heard tho chief who I dare say was ready to laugh bimsell having a loud pow wow, as the Indians call it, with tho man thai stood for interpreter. 'In a few minutes somebody from the Dartmouth (one ofour own people of course) called out, 'What does the chief say, Mr. Interpreter ."'He says ynu must osk the mate lor Ihc Keys or the ship's hatches and then the hatches must bo opened and taken up ond stowed safely aside, out of the way; and ynu must toll llio male that no damage shall uc done to the ship or rigging, or the furniture, and not a rope yarn shall be taken away or destroyed.' Then there was a pow wow again. 'What says tho chief, Mr. Interpreter?' cried the vuico fiom the ship 'He says, wo want snmo of you sailors lo rig n derrick over the hatch vay 'Whal is a derrick." asked Annis. 'Oh ! n thing to hoist with,' rrplicd Chase. 'So sorcc sailors stepped furwnrd, and fixed the derrick. Tho snmo was dune in the other ship and in tho brig, without a word of objection.' 'Well I wonder at them,' said Aunt Rhoda. 'So do I,' said Chase ; 'and I heard on tha wharf, that when tho mate of the Dartmouth was asked for a light to go down uelow with, ho had a whole pound of candles brought immediately. Huwevcr, lo go on with my own pari of tho story there was another pow wow. 'What says the chief, Mr. Interpreter .'''He says ho wants some smart young men to break up tho chests as they aro hoisted out and to throw all their contents into tho sea.' There was anolbor parley and llio inter preter being again questioned, replied, 'The chief wishes you to understand tha'. tho whole cargoes of the threo vessels must bo discharged entirely into tho water, I'lia particulars of this scene (as fai ns icUicd by Chase l.niing) crc obtained fium no old revo lutionary officer who was hiituclf an ncior in il, being at lh.it limcu juuiig incihanio in Uuslon. iPicvious to tho revolution, it was customary in lio.lou to celebrate llio cut) powder nlot on I lie Gth of Novrmber, by getting up a procession, in which anelligyol llio pope, sun ounitcil liy various oilier ligiues and illuminated liy lanterns ond torches, wna dravtn ihiough ihu sheets on n lolly wooden d.iRC in plalfuim, mid iiftcivtnids rdiljigued lo tho flames in one of the open formic. I VOL. XIII No. 639 every chest boing broken up before it in thrown over.' 'Oh ! sorrowful,' cried Aunt Rhoda. 'All tho good leal II almost makes ma cry In hear of it.' 'Well it was done completely done.' continued the merciless Chase. 'It wos oil every chest of it, hoisted out of tho hold of every ship. There was no want of young men to jump on board the vessels, and break up the boxes before pitching I hem into the sea. Cromwell, Bradchnw and I. went to tho shop for hatchets, ond ran I here and back with oil our might, lor fear we should not get places. I stood in tho mainchairs of '.he Dartmouth, and on the edge of the wharf, nnd in the water and every where breaking up so thor oughly, that wbolo chests were often pitched lown'ds mo. by lho?c on board, fur ihey saw how well t did my woik. 'Now do not bo bashful, Chase,' said Aunt Rhodo, 'I never like nssumacy all sorts of prido is a sin.' 'Dear Aunt,' said Annis, 'do allow Chaso to have this sort of pride in peace, al least just lor ono night.' 'Wcrelhoron great many tea boxes?' asked ono of the women. 'Yes.' answered Chnse, 'so many tbnt as tho tide was coming in, and rose round tho wharf, Ihc chests made n platform or pilo. high enough to bear up the young tnon that stood upon them ; and when wo had emptied all the tea, we finished by getting brooms nnd sweeping into the sen all thai had been spilt about tho decks. How clean wo made them !' 'The best of it is,' said Tudor 'that tho whole was dnno wilh scarcely any noise, bustle or confusion. There was no quar reling, no fighting, and nobody was hurl, though we wore ol work three or four hours. In each vessel ono of the Indians acted ns commander and was implicitly obeyed. There wa9 ono man, however, (a great lover of lea, I suppose) that managed lo fill both his pockets with it.' 'Tudor, you should not toll thai,' said Chase, 'nor any thing else that is dishonor, able to Boston.' 'Oh ! yes tell us all about il ! exclaim ed the women, 'we would rather hear that than all the rest put together.' 'lie did it so slily,' continued Tudor, 'that no body perceived him but Bob Hewes and when some asked al the conclusion of the business if all ihe tea chests were overboard, Hewes pointed to the man who had loaded his pockets, and said, 'No here's one left.' His coat t-kirt with ihc pockets, wcro immediately cut oft' by n knife and thrown into Ihe water, and "llio man slunk back into the crowd.' 'Poor fellow poor fellow,' sighed Aunt Rhoda. 'Ho deserved to have been thrown into the water along with his lea,' said Chase, but' only hear what passed as some of nnr people) on their way home, wore going by the house of Coffin the tory, who lives jusr. on the whnrf. There was the admiral looking out of on open window. 'So,' said he, 'you havo hud a fine frolic to night but you'll havo to pay the fiddler's bill next, spring.' 'We ore ready to pay him now,' was the reply of a dozen voices. And ihn admiral shut down the sash, and walked off. 'Wei',' remarked Aunt Rlioda, 'I am no tory but il docs seem to me very strange that any christian people could go in cold blood, end set regularly about destroying any thing eatable or drinkable; I ralcy can't sec how the country is to bo bettered by it. But every body now a days seems to have got their heads full of wild unnatu. ral notions. What do you think the gov ernor will sny to all this ." 'Let him say what he pleases,' replied Chnse. 'I never talk like a tory,' pursued Aunt Rhudn, 'My worst enemies cannot soy that of me ; but I do think the governor has n hard time of it, a governing such ungov ernable people. To bo sure it is the king that bids him, but poor Tommy Hutchin son can neither move to the right or left, speak or let it alone, or act or do nothing, hut he is found fault with, and there is a meeting about it at Funnel Hall. He is Mill worse ofl' now than he was in Jemmy Olis's lime, who made a speech about every thing Ihe King did, ond evory thing tho governor did. I've often heard my dead husband repeat parts of Jemmy Otis' speeches ' 'And capital speeches they were, too,' said Tudor, 'I wish Mr. Olis's health would nllow htm to make more of them.' Chase Loring jumped from tho tabic, and traversed llio room, singing, The rostrum ihen he mounted, And loudly he did say, Defend, defend, defend my bojs, Defend Ampricay. Tudor smiled. 'Suppopo you give us tho llio whole of that song,' said he. 'Oh !' replied Chase, coloring a pcop'o, that is the only verse that suits for tho truth is il is a lory song, as you know--surcly you would not huvo mo sing, ' Their pattern Jemmy Olij, That saga of high renown, l.ik" rheep he led llio rabble Uf this seditious town,' By Ibis time all llio visitors had depar ted, and shortly after when Chaso und Tudor had partaken of a hss'y euppuk, the family retired for tho night. Concluded next week. RKTonT Coun i F.ous. One of thoso tin pedlars wilh which Now England it en much infested, called recently at n certain house, and mndo tho usual inquiry.whether any tin ware was wanted? A young lady humorously replied, 'Yes (should like a tin side saddle I' Tho polito youog travel. ing merchant courteously replied I have not any on hand, mo'arnAlfut f can make you one men untying qrjpope irom mi cnil, ho ridded, rl will lake yoff? measure, if you plcnao?'