Philadelphia for a milder climate in winter,
had fallen in love with Mary Blchey, and that
they had married without the knowledge of
their parents. A handsome couple they were,
as the fall-length portraits by Copley attest to
this day. They both died young. I have the
love-letters which passed between Lucy Hill
and Oliver Everett; it was a happy marriage
until his death, but he died in consumption in
1802. After this the family Jived sometimes
in the North End of Boston, sometimes in the
old house in Dorchester. In 1812 Edward
Everett, the third son, was ordained minister of
Brattle Street Church in Boston. He was not
married—was, indeed, but twenty years old. His mother and sister moved into the parsonage in Court Street, where are now the offices
of Adams Express. Mr. Everett left that church in the year 1815, and my grandmother and her family established themselves in a house in Bumstead Place—a place which exists no longer—and there my mother was
married.
The newly married couple lived first in Ashburton Place, then called Somerset Court, in a
