Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1860-08-15
50(ortestrt Daily Spg,
Susa Whites Cosset.

nan, carried into his house one cold, stormy
morning, young lamb whose dam had perish
ed In the storm. The poor little thing was
chilled and almost dead. He laid in fbn LIEN
en- hearth, and his wife wrapped it carefully in
warm flannel blanket When it gave sions
of life, she put into its mouth some WARNED
mix, and rubbed it tenderly, until it licked her
hand, and beated in answer to her caresses
WAT can do with it 90 she asked her
husband, when he came to dinner. "Tis a
nice lamb, as white as snow bu: with the
prospect just now before u.s. shan't have
pluch time to raise cossets for when the
sons OF Liberty are called to the field. the
women VIII have to raise the bread"
That's sartin fact, Amy" replied her
husband, ''and the time is at hand IN tell
you what we pW do with it, wife There's
the MINISTER'S little gal, who comes out here
sometimes, and who seems to have great
hiking Tor pets; Wen just keep it a few days
till It's gets strong and lively, and then carry if
to her She'll like it, l know"
Farmer Carey was not at all mistaken in
TINS conjecture. The bright eyes of Susa
W Mte were brighter than ever the morning
when the new pet was carried to the parson
aye: Its coat she declared, was softer than
milk and winter than snow She would take
the very best care of and keep it until it
was an old sheep. Her father who was CON
suited about name, advised her to give the
lamb no fancy name, hut to call it Nebuchad-
nezzar because some day it would have to eat
grass like the old King OF Babylon. Susa
thought 1t rather hard name, but said that
Nebby or Neb would do very well
Neb grew tamously, and soon became a
great pet, almost, IN the village as her mis-
tress. Susa Whites lamb was privileged to
goanyWhere he pleased, nibbling either grass
or flowers as best suited his taste.
That was one OF the pleasantcSt springs of
Susa Whites life, though season of soreper
pexity, and darkness TO the older and wiser
in heart. From North TO South there was a
futterng of wings of freedom. Act after act
OF oppression had reused the incpent nation
to trial Of lis strength. The American army
was not then organized, but association was
the order of the day, and the watchword of all
was Liberty. Enough had been heard of the
absolute power of Parliament; the colonies
were no longer afraid to stand up boldly and
declare, The People have rights, and only
Heaven is supreme'' Such was every where
the state of feeling when the infamous act for
closing the port of Boston reached that patriot
city The King had declared his determine
ton to starve his subjects into unreserved sub
mission.
1t was the tenth of May when the Port Act
was received, and tdings of it were waited
speedily as possible from town to town, and
from colony to colony. Sections traversed by
stage-coaches were favored at the era for the
coaches had always the latest news from the
seat OF dlsa1ection, and the news was what the
people OF all ages and ranks waited and ex-
pected with the greatest anxiety.
Long before the hour for the weekly stage,
group OF men might have been seen collect
ing around the old Stamford Tavern in Wind.
ham, discoursing ON the one subject of common
interest to all From the court house and
from the counter, from the workshop ana from
the pillow they came, eager to catch the first
sound OF the drivers horn, and to hear the
rafting OF the heavy wheels down the eastern
hill. Women with children in their arms stood
at the doors TO look out for the fourho
vehicle, and prisoners in the gloomy old Jail
gized through their grated windows TO watch
ii as it passed.
There she comes p exclaimed half
dozen voices at once, from the tavern stoop.
81 hear her on the top OF lions Hill. Smith
toOts loudly to-day. He's got news no mistake
about it,"
Blowing his horn most vigorously, the driv-
err came dashing down the dusty road, his fine
horses scarcely touching the ground over
which they passed. Beautifully they describ-
ed their circle in front of the stage house,
bringing the coach.door and the ladies' en-
trance i'll moment side by side. While the
driver with one hand was guiding his team
other he scattered handful Of papers amidst
the bystanders; copies Of the Boston Port
Bill, edged with black, in token of mourning;
also an appeal from the citizens of Boston,
asking counsel and aid of the sister colonies in
their time OF trial. Sad news this from good
old Boston"-tor Boston then as now was the
pride Of New England.
Before the coach was started again on its
way to Hartford, the bills was posted all over
the village; one on the great elm before the
tavern do3r-the same tree on which the Jolly
little Bacchus sat for many long years
astride his turn; second to another large
elm farther to the north a third to the whip
png-post which stood on the meeting.
house corner; and the fourth tc the court
house door Before night they were sent TO
the most remote sections of the town, and all
tire Wiudhamites pledged themselves not only
10 make common cause with the suffering col
Ony, but 10 wage perpetual warfare against
tyranny.
The next day was the Sabbath, and Parson
White--who like most of the New England cer-
gy OF his time, was a flaming patriot-carried
the subject with him into the pulpit, and made
most earnest appeal for their brave, suffering
brethren. He recounted all they had done
and all they had suffered since the first odous
revenue act had spread CONSERVATION and
alarm throughout all the land he spoke with
Ol lllelr Oh stamp dCt
and of the course they had pursued in regard
to the tea question, for which they were now
suffering the vengeance of the British parla-
ment and being branded as "the chief of re-
bells" In conclusion, he exhorted them, as
men who loved their fellow men, TO concert
some measure for carrying what aid they were
able to the beleaguered city
There was no lack of attention on the part
of the parsons audience that day-no night
mare of election hung on his words it was
rousing call to action such as the heart OF man
both loves and approves III things temporal
and spiritual The weakest intellect III the
house could comprehend the subject and its
requirements and, before the discourse was
ended, many were calculating what they could
spare from their own immediate necessities.
Poor little Susa White as she turned her eyes
OR q moment from her fathers high pulpit
toward the door, and caught sight OF Neb,
standing with his front feet on the SILL chewing
his cud, and looking SO sleek and handsome,
felt, for the first time, the appeal directed TO
herself Her bright eyes quickly filled with
tears. "Poor Nebby " she thought, sorrow
fully, 81 cannot give him up. He would not
make mouthful Tor SO many il did. He's
all the pet I've got and promised good Dea'
con Carey to keep him until he was great
sheep" This last reflection was documentary
sOOther.
AS soon as the blessing was pronounced she
hastened to the door, feeling very sorry that
Neb should have been foolish enough to show
himself there that afternoon. Everybody
Will be saying, now, There's one OF the MN
lsters little gals has got nice fat cosset, which
she can spare as well as not. know they
viii, aud well they may, too; but then, | can
give him up. Poor Nebby