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that their man had killed Hocking in defence of the second Pilgrim who was about to be shot, at the same time admitting a breach of the Sixth Commandment in not waiting to preserve their rights by other means than killing. They wished it had not been done; they would guard against it in future. Was it urged that the man who fired on Hocking from the pinnace "loved well" the man who had been murdered in the canoe? The record does not state. Throughout the discussion, only the highest highest grounds of morality seem to have been touched. Plymouth's frankness and forbearance were met by Massachusetts with "grave & godly exhortations........which they allso imbraced with love & thankfullnes . . . . . And thus was this matter ended, and ther love and concord renewed."

Forty days later Bradford and Collier went to Boston by appointment to meet Captain Wiggin, Governor at Dover, about Hocking's death. Wiggin apparently did not appear. The manly advances of the Pilgrims seem never to have been met halfway by Piscataqua.

Edward Winslow was sent to England with letters from Winthrop and Dudley to Lord Say and others. These, with letters from Plymouth and the verbal explanations of Winslow, readily satisfied the English proprietors of Dover, who in October had written Winthrop that they had forborne sending a man-of-war batter down the Kennebec Kennebec trading house, hoping that the Bay people would join with Wiggin in seeing justice done. Winslow took over nearly four thousand pounds of beaver, besides other furs, so that Plymouth's season at the Kennebec had a rich reward.


Winslow tarried in England to perform other missions, one of which was the answer of complaints made at the Council Board against the conduct of affairs in New England, chiefly at the Bay. All was going

well, and Winslow seemed about to get authority for the colonies to resist encroachments of the French in Maine and of the Dutch on the Connecticut, when he found this ran counter to the plan of Archbishop Laud to send over Sir Ferdinando Gorges as Governor General of all New England.

At this point Morton of Merrymount re-appeared. Himself the first poacher on the Kennebec patent, shortly after dispossessed of his plantation by Standish for other misdeeds, and finally banished by Massachusetts Bay and watching the firing of his buildings as he sailed down Boston Harbor on his way back to England, he was now only too pleased to whisper in the Archbishop's ear information which caused Laud to smile grimly.

On Winslow's next appearance before the Council, Morton made certain formal complaints. Winslow met them to the satisfaction of the Board, who rebuked Morton and blamed Gorges and Mason for countenancing him. Thus faded Gorges' dream to be Governor General. But Laud now played the trumps which: Morton had dealt him. He questioneded Winslow. Had he taught in the church publicly? Had he officiated at marriages? To both Winslow confessed, justifying the former by the want of a minister in the earlier days, and the latter by the fact that marriage was a civil thing belonging to the function of the magistrates and having scriptural countenance. The Archbishop, "by vemente importunity," induced the Board to commit Winslow. So for seventeen weeks the Puritan agent lay in the Fleet. Thereby the New Englanders lost their petition for leave to repulse foreign invasion, but the Puritans for a time postponed the sending of a Royal Governor. And so the Pilgrims traded at the Kenebec, not forever after (that would be too much like the fairy

story) but until 1662, when trade fell off. By that time, however, the little colony planted on a rather unproductive shore had won a sound prosperity. The beaver had saved them. Meanwhile, in 1646, Father Drouillette came down from Canada and visited the station. John Winslow, then the agent, gave him hearty welcome and allowed him to plant a Jesuit mission for the Indians just above Cushnoc. Those who view the settlers of New England as consistently intolerant will note that the liberal course of John Winslow was approved generally by the clergy of the time.

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dential interposition which Winthrop loved to relate. The Indians on the Kennebec wanted food and were tempted by the great store at the trading house. They conspired to kill the English for their provisions. Coming into the house, they found the master, Mr. Willett. "Being reading in the Bible, his contenance,' as Winthrop gravely records, "was more solemn than at other times, so as he did not look cherefully upon them, as he was wont to do; whereupon they went out and told their fellows, their purpose was discovered. They asked them, how could it be. The others told them, that they knew it by Mr. Willet's countenance, and that he had discovered it by a

book that he was reading. Whereupon they gave over their design."


By Cora S. Day.

Through Indian Summer's smoky haze,
Or Winter's veil of snow;
In Summer's blazing heart of gold,

When Spring's white blossoms blow.
Though sunshine light the day for me,
Or rain blot out the view;
My dreaming heart is breaking, dear,
For you, sweetheart, for you.

The South may call me to its arms,
The West to venture high;
The North may send its cooling breath
I turn from them and sigh
For dear New England's rocky hills,
For steep paths that we knew.
Dear, when I'm free, I'm coming back-

Back home, sweetheart,-to you.


There was a time, early in the history of New England, when men from Massachusetts played a large part in the history of New Hampshire; but ever since John Stark marched Bunker Hill the shoe has been on the other foot. From Daniel Webster and Henry Wilson down to the present time the Granite State has been exporting brains to the Bay State, much to the benefit of the latter

CHANNING H. Cox commonwealth, whatever may be said as to our own.

Why we repeat here and now this widely known and often mentioned fact is because of the prominence being given at this time of writing to the candidacy of two men of New Hampshire birth for the most important offices to be filled by the voters of Massachusetts at the November election; Governor Channing H. Cox, Republican, for re-election, and Sherman L. Whipple, Democrat, for United States Senator.

Governor Cox was born in Man

chester, Feb. 28, 1879, the son of Charles E. and Evelyn Evelyn (Randall) Cox, and prepared in the public schools of that city for Dartmouth College, where he graduated in 1901, taking his LL. B. from Harvard Law School three years later. His career in the politics of his adopted state has been one of remarkably unbroken success and includes eight years in the legislature (three terms speaker of the House), two years as lieutenant governor and two years as governor. Ability and courage, tact and good fellowship have been equal components in his distinguished career, which has not yet reached its culmination. It is impossible for his friends and admirers in his native state to believe that his administrative economies, the excellence of his appointments and the general high standard of his service as Governor are not so well appreciated in Massachusetts as to make his renomination and re-election sure.


At our request, Mr. Henry H. Metcalf, who of all New Hampshire men, perhaps, knows Mr. Whipple best and is in most thorough sympathy with his political principles, has written of him as follows:

"The recent announcement by Sherman L. Whipple, the eminent Boston lawyer, of his candidacy for the Democratic nomination for United States Senator from Massachusetts, to succeed Henry Cabot Lodge, whose term expires on the 4th of March next, calls attention to another native of New Hampshire, conspicuous in the professional and public life of the old Bay State.

"Mr. Whipple, who was born in the town of New London, March 4, 1862, is a great grandson of Moses Whipple, one of the early settlers of the town of Croydon, long its foremost citizen, who commanded a com

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work of his profession, in which he has ever found delight.

"In turning his attention now to the field of politics, after attaining the summit of professional success, Mr. Whipple is actuated by no personal ambition. He yields only to the persistent appeals of party leaders and discerning men who find in him the best hope for successful leadership in a contest of vast consequence to their party and the country, and an awakened sense of personal duty.

"Whatever may be the outcome of the contest upon which he has entered-first for the nomination, against prominent men in his own party already in the field, and, if successful here, in the struggle for election against the veteran Senator, so long entrenched in the office, there can be no question of ample qualifications on his part for the position he seeks. He is the intellectual peer of any man in the Senate today; is thoroughly familiar with the political history of the nation and the important questions now at issue, is heartily in sympathy with the masses of the people and can be depended

upon to work for their welfare, as against all special interests or combinations. The same keen insight, clear comprehension and forceful readiness in speech and action, which have characterized his career at the bar, will shortly make him a leader in the Senate, if elected thereto.

"While his only public service, thus far, has been that of a delegate at large in the last Massachusetts Constitutional Convention, in whose deliberations he took a prominent part, his merits and ability have been duly recognized by his party in the past, in that he was twice given the votes of the Democratic members of the legislature for United States Senator, in the days when Senators were chosen by that body.

"Hundreds of people in New Hampshire who have taken due pride in the careers of Webster, Wilson and Weeks, natives of the Granite State, in the Senate of the United States, will await with interest the outcome of the contest upon which Mr. Whipple has entered, and will heartily wish him success."


By Cora S. Day.

"Dreamers!" Men smile, and go on their blind way.
All unseeing, unheeding, the beauty and song,
The visions that make, for the dreamers, good day;

That shine in the stars, for them, all the night long.

Dreams! Aye, the heaven and earth were but dreams,

Ere God fashioned them out of His heart and His mind. The darkness that veils and the sunlight that gleams,

The earth and the waters, the breath of the wind.

Dreamers-ah yes. But their dreams are the thread
Of which all the beauty of living is spun.
Aye, dreams are their manna, their heavenly bread;
God gives them the dreams by which heaven is won.

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