Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1839-09-20
From the Saturday Courier.
e. ii A 8 T. l. % Rim G.
TALE OF THE REVOLUTION.
by MISS LESLIE.
This is my own, my native land

be history! was the prophetic exclamation
OF Buonapar,e, os he led his soldiers TO
victory across he bridge of Arcole. Not
such were the anticipations of those firm
and daring spirits, that planned and effect
cd the destruction of the cargoes Of the
ten ships. that came into the ports Of Bos-
ton towards the close Of the year 1873,
and whose appearance was announced by
hand bills, beginning with these quaint,
but energetic words--'Thc worst ofplagues
the detesicd tea, has now arrived in our
ha,5orn
How little did the inst gators and leaders
Of this singular enterprise, imagine. that
on this memorable night, they were striking
off he frs, link IN the chain that had hilh
erto bound them 10 the dominion of Eng
land and ellciting the spark that would
eventually light the torch Of freedom thro''
out The world. Surely, for them no com
ing events cast their shadows before or
they would never las is suid) have recipro.
cnlty bound themselves by the solemniy Of
on oath, to perpetual cOuccameDt oil
names. That, ct no distant period, they
might have disclosed with triumphant ex
uitaton; names that their compatriots
would have delighted TO honor-names
that their children would have been proud
TO bear.
We must ever regret that the authors Of
this extraordinary drama have so conscl-
en,iously persisted IN carrying TO the grave
the secret of their identily-ihe grave,
which, most probably, has closed over each
and all of hem. We had hoped that some
one Of this patriot band, would have be
qura'hcd to posterity a written memorial.
disclosing the private history Of an event
at once so public, and so mysterious. OF
those who were merely actors or spectators
on the night Of the 10th Of December,
some few yet survivc-but from them, we
believe that little information is now to he
obtained, except Of the chief scene itself
or the previous preparation they seem to
know a'mos, nothing.
In the hope of more fully awakening to
this subject, the attention OF some gifted
writer Of that noble city, on whose fanes
frs, shOnc The daysprIng of Atlantic IItera
iure. in whose halls The voice of FIRE edom
first dared to lift itself. the author of the
following pages. ian American, though not
q Bostonlan,) has venlured TO Intervene
with simple aud unpretendlng story, Il
few facts that she has collected for the
purpose.
Near the center or Dosion. and 10 the
n'ighborhood of Pemberton HUI, house is
still standing. which seems to have been
designed with the express object of demon
stra'ing in The planest and most practical
manner, the mathematical figure called o
,rlaDg'e-tho part that fronts The street,
dcnoling the base, and the back illustrating
the apex. The boards Of the floors are
broad at one end, and narrow at the other.
all tending to a point al the fire places
The fire places have triangular henrths-
and in similar manner The beams Of the
ceilings radiaie from the chimnies. The
house, which though small, is Of three sto
rles, cont aims sitting room or parlor be
low, two chambers and on attic above, and
kitchen built back in the yard. 1t is not
q corner house, and its peculiar archi,ec
ture was the within of it's first proprietor, o
respectable mechanic named Mechisedeck
Spraggins, who having made money enough
to enable himself TO erect mansion for his
own residence, justly conceived that he
had RICH, 10 plan it according to his own
notion-and Tor this, or others ofhs notions,
he never considered himself accountable to
any one, his wife especially.
A the period from which we date the
commencement, of our story, the aforesaid
triangular house was in possession of the
widow OF The aforesaid Melchisedeck-n
kind hearted and simple minded woman,
who was called Aunt Rhoda by the whole
ncighborhood and. who having no ch,l.
dren Of her own, would willingly have been
aunt TO all Boston. Her husband had left
enough TO support her comfortably, bot she
preferred to lake few boarders-though
rs she truly said, rather for company than
for profit; such being the iberality of the
good old lady that her profits at the end of
the year, might always have been summed
up by single figure.
One of her inmates. q youth named
Chase Loring, was only sort of boarder.
He was nephew to her late husband, and
had just entered his eighteenth year. AS
Aunt Rhoda would accept Of no regular
stipend for his accommodations, his fat her,
WHO had farm about fifteen miles from
Boston, took care that he should be graft.
fled by the frequent arrival of barrels OF
Indian meal, pork, apples, cider, crooks OF
butter, and other productions Of his home.
stead. Chase Loring was the youngest Of
numerous family, and having the true
Yankee genius for wood work, he had come
10 town for the purpose of learning the
trade with celebrated carpenter in Essex
street.
Aunt Rhoda's only real border was tn.
dor Haylland, whose age did not exceed
Chase Loring's. His father kept q store
far in the interior Of the province, but as
Tudor was what ia called booksh young
man, be had great desire to be a book
seller. Accordingly, he had been placed
with Henry Knox, whose shop in Cornhil
was noted for the handsome manner il
which il was fitted up, and the handsome
books il contained. 1t was also, frcquenled
by the most distinguished people OF Dos, on
Annis Chadwick, the youn gest of Aunt
Rhoda's family, and her orphan niece, was
a yerv pretty blue eyed. bloomino Girl