and against the tempter, which continued till 5 p.m., it being several hours after the time appointed for the explosion, and no smell of brimstone or appearance of danger, the multitude began to disperse, and the lady was delivered over to her friends, and by sunset the ground was cleared. Says Mr. Redington in closing the incident, "Mr. Greeley early in the day, geared up his old steed with saddle and pillion, went a number of times, taking the females of his family on to the ground in season, and returning home in the same way, which was not accomplished till nearly dark. I did not attend at this scene of folly, but the meeting took place in sight of where I was hoeing corn in Mr. Greeley's field, and I could plainly see the gathering multitude at the place of action. The particulars of what took place at this meeting, I had from several persons present. My brother, Thomas Redington, then resided near Mr. Greeley's, and had a knowledge of the transaction, and recollects it." Apropos with the foregoing, is Mrs. Lydia L. A. Very's lives on the personality of the devil. She declares that she has found out all about him, and bursts out into poetry:
He walks the streets in broad-cloth clad,
No cloven hoof 'tis he foretelling;
His feet in patent leather bright.
He waltzes at the ball at night.
Of fragrant perfumes smelling.
Within the lawyer's ranks he sits;
Indignantly he talks of crime.
With rounded periods, striking hits.
He can describe, the coat so fits—
For he has worn it through all time!
It was for the waters of the glorious old Merrimack, to receive into its arms the first vessel ever built by colonial money for a war vessel; others had been purchased. At Salisbury, Mass., only three miles up the river, in 1777, was built the first United States war vessel.
A hundred and three years ago, the Ranger, an eighteen-gun ship was built on Langdon's Island (now called Badger's Island), near Portsmouth, by order of Col. James Hackett. This was the ship which Paul Jones commanded, and with which he fought and captured the English Sloop of War, Drake, in the British waters.
At "Pannaway," named from the Indian appelladon, and now known as Little Harbor, N. H., the first-born of New Hampshire first saw the light. It was John, the son of David Thomson.
Daniel Webster, when upon the platform, was generally cool, calm, collected. His nerves were of iron. Everything had been thought out before he rose to speak. "Mr. Webster," asked a friend nervously grasping him by the arm, on the morning when he was ready to reply to Hayne. "Mr. Webster, are you ready?" The great man, bringing his open right hand vertically down into the palm of the left, quietly said: "I have got four fingers in." "Four fingers," was among sportsmen, the mark of an unusually heavy charge for a gun. Mr. Hayne found out how heavy the load was.
A little more than a hundred years ago, Dartmouth College was established, and one of the principal objects of its establishment, was the civilization and education of Indian youths. In fact, the college grew out of a school established
