One, who took an interest in the recollection of days long gone, had
occasion a few years since to visit the spot. It was easy to trace the
births and deaths of generations, by the visible records on the more
pretending monuments of those interred within a hundred years. Beyond that
period, research became difficult and painful. But his zeal was not to be
easily defeated.
To every little mound, one only excepted, there was a stone, and on each
stone, illegible as it might be, there was an inscription. The
undistinguished grave, it was presumed, by its size and its position, was
that which contained the bones of those who fell in the night of the
burning. There was another, which bore, in deep letters, the name of the
Puritan. His death occurred in 1680. At its side there was an humble
stone, on which, with great difficulty, was traced the single word
'Submission.' It was impossible to ascertain whether the date was 1680, or
1690. The same mystery remained about the death of this man, as had
clouded so much of his life. His real name, parentage, or character,
further than they have been revealed in these pages, was never traced.
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