find here what he seeks. The invigorating lake breeze braces up the invalid, adds bloom to the cheek of beauty, and is creative of an appetite that Vitellius Cæsar or Heliogabalus might have envied.

At the southern point of the lake is Alton Bay, a quiet hamlet shut in by hills. Originally christened Merry Meeting Bay, it was the earliest settled place on the lake, dating back to the year 1710. Its earlier history is tragic with Indian surprisals and massacres. But the memory of those far away events scarcely troubles one now as he gazes upon the little village slumbering so quietly in its sheltered nook. As you approach it from the lake it looks like a miniature Venice amid its lagoons. The boat winds its way among the numerous islands, giving the traveller occasional glimpses of roofs and spires among the trees, until, all at once, .the bay opens, and there is the village nestling on the shore, watched over by the guardian hills that surround it. There are not a few delightful mountain drives in the neighborhood, and magnificent views of the lake are obtained from the summits of the surrounding hills. The Bay View House is the largest hotel, and is pleasantly located, and affords at reasonable price excellent accommodations to its guests.

Another delightful point on the lake is Lake Village, in the township of Gilford. Long Bay, an arm of the great lake, stretches down like a knifeblade. The village reposing on its shore is lovely as a poet's dream. Happy is he who has yet to take a first view of Winnipiseogee from the ridge above the village. Leaving the busy little mart, with its mills, facto

ries, and machine shops, we wander up through the fields to a pleasant terrace. With the town at our feet, we look down upon the Beautiful Water. It is a scene for an artist. Woods and fields and charming islands, the mirrory lake, and the mountains beyond, all disclose a landscape of remarkable beauty. We have gazed upon it often, and each time we discover new beauty in the scene.

But our pilgrim feet cannot linger forever in this "Land of Beulah." Half regretfully we take our last boatride on the lake. It is the last of October, but the day is warm, the sunshine golden. What charms of color enshrine the shores! and below, how the waters change at every passing breeze! Now it is blue, now gray, purple, azure. The lake is like an opal. Its chameleon hues are wonderful. Yonder is a shore where the tall and stately pine borders the water line with living green. Underneath there is a mound of heaped earth. Can you not fancy the soul of some grim old sagamore lying under those waving boughs? Now we pass an island in the lake. What an entrancing shore! Surely Circe might reign there, or Calypso hold there a Ulysses in enchantment. Fairy Ariels and Peablossoms come to one's mind, and all the splendid richness of "A Midsummer Night's Dream."

"The velvet grass seems carpet meet
For the light fairies' lively feet;
Yon tufted knoll with daisies strewn
Might make proud Oberon a throne,
While, hidden in the thicket nigh,
Puck should brood o'er his frolic sly;
And where profuse the wood-vetch clings
Round ash and elm in verdant rings,
Its pale and azure pencilled flower
Should canopy Titania's bower."

Artists are said to find better studies on Lake George. There may be perhaps more of manageable picturesqueness in the combinations of its coves and cliffs; but for larger proportioned landscapes, to be enjoyed by the eye, if not so easily handled by the brush and pencil, Winnipiseogee is immeasurably superior. Its artistic and infinite variety never wearies, while at Lake George the

visitor forever feels the need of wider reaches in the mountain views, and richer combinations of the forest wildness, and longs for a glimpse now and then furnished by the New Hampshire lake. Winnipiseogee satisfies, its genial influences are peculiarly elevating, and all its various charms combine to prove that "A thing of beauty is a joy forever."

Before the Great Revolution of 1776 there were three smaller rebellions in the United States, or Provinces as they were called. One of these was Bacon's Rebellion in Virginia, and another was that which took place on the coronation of William III as King of England. These two are well known, but between the former and the latter a small rebellion broke out in New Hampshire, which is not much known, but which should be more familiar, as it was the forerunner of the downfall of Andros in 1689.

New Hampshire, which was first settled in 1623, had been for half a century united with Massachusetts; but when Charles II came to the throne of England in 1660 he wished to punish the Massachusetts Puritans, and with this end in view made New Hampshire a royal province, to have a governor of its own. As this separation from Massachusetts was against the wishes of the New Hampshire settlers, the king, hoping to conciliate them, named a council in his new prov

ince and called an assembly. This assembly, meeting in 1680, enacted a code of laws borrowed from those of Massachusetts. When the king saw these laws he rejected them as "fanatical and absurd," and, persuaded by Robert Mason, who hoped thus to further his own interests, he appointed Cranfield, a London official, who became deeply indebted to Mason, the first royal governor. Robert Mason, whose claims to the proprietorship of New Hampshire indirectly furnished one of the causes of the rebellion which is the subject of this article, was a grandson of Capt. John Mason, to whom, many years before, in connection with a baronet named Sir Ferdinando Gorges, the Plymouth Council had given an enormous grant, covering almost the whole of what is now Maine and New Hampshire. Afterward Mason and Gorges divided, and the former took as his share the whole of modern New Hampshire. It was to give Robert Mason a control over the settlers that Cranfield

was so tyrannical, and enacted so many severe laws. Now the assembly refused their consent to these laws; and when Cranfield found that they would not obey him in all that he did, he dissolved the assembly at once. This step secured him the ill-will of all the men of New Hampshire, and soon the feeling of resentment rose so high as to result in a rebellion. In 1683, in a report made to the Board of Trade by Randolph, one of the king's officers in New Hampshire, there is a very good account of this rebellion, and from this report I will quote a few passages:

A short time after, one Edward Gove, who served for the town of Hampton, a leading man and a great stickler for the late proceedings of the assembly, made it his business to stir the people up to rebellion by giving out that the governor, as vice-admiral, acted by the commission of his royal highness who was a Papist, and would bring popery in amongst them; that the governor was a pretended governor, and his commission was signed in Scotland. He endeavored, with a great deal of pains, to make a party, and solicited many of the considerable persons in each town to join with him to recover their liberties infringed by his majesty's placing a governor over them; further adding that his sword was drawn, and he would not lay it down till he knew who should hold the government. He discoursed at Portsmouth to Mr. Martyn, treasurer, and soon after to Capt. Hall of Dover, which they discovered to the governor, who immediately dispatched messengers with warrants to the constable of Exeter and Hampton to arrest Gove; and fearing he might get a party too strong for the civil power (as indeed it proved, for Justice Weare and a marshal were pulsed), the governor forthwith ordered the militia of the whole province

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to be in arms; and understanding by the marshal that Gove could not be

apprehended at Hampton by himself and a constable, but had gone to his party at Exeter (from whence he suddenly returned with twelve men mounted and armed with swords, pistols, and guns, a trumpet sounding, and Gove with his sword drawn riding at the head of them), was taking horse and with a part of the troop intended to take Gove and his company, but the governor was prevented by a messenger from Hampton, who brought word that they were met withal, and taken by the militia of the town, and were secured with a guard; the trumpeter forcing his way escaped, after whom a hue and cry was sent to all parts, but as yet he is not taken. This rising was, unexpectedly to the party, made on the 21st day of January, 1683. It is generally believed that many considerable persons, at whose houses Gove either sent or called to come out and stand for their liberties, would have joined with him had he not discovered his designs or appeared in arms at that day. For upon the 30th of January being appointed by the governor a day of public humiliation, they designed to cut off the governor, Mr. Mason, and some others whom they affected not. The governor sent a strong party of horse to guard the prisoners, then in irons, from Hampton to Portsmouth. They were brought before the governor and council and examined, when Gove behaved very insolently.

When arrested, Gove and his companions were put under the charge of Capt. Walter Barefoote at New Castle, so the record quaintly says, "In regarde that ye prison was out of repaire." While in custody here, Gove wrote a letter to the justices who were about to try him, and in it he describes his condition. He says, "My tears are in my eyes, I can hardly see If ever New England had need of a

Solomon or David it is now
Wee have a hard prison, a good keeper,
a hard Captain, irons an inch over,
five foot seven inches long, two men
locked together, yet I had, I thank
God for it, a very goode night's rest."
On the 15th of February, 1683, a spe-
cial court was called to try Gove and
his comrades, and "after long con-
sideration the jury found Gove guilty
of high treason, . . . and all the rest
in arms, . . . the governor ordered
the court to suspend its judgement
(on the latter) till His Majesty's
pleasure should be known therein;
most of them being young men and
unacquainted with the law." The
judge, who, it is said, shed tears
while sentencing Gove, pronounced
the dreadful sentence that he should be
hung, drawn, and quartered,—that be-
ing the punishment for the offence.
This judge, Richard Waldron, was a
very important man in the New Hamp-
shire colony. He was promoted from
the rank of captain to that of colonel,
and in his capacity as judge sentenced
three Quaker women to be whipped
through Dover, Hampton, and Salis-
bury, and so on to Dedham. This order
was obeyed only in Dover and Hamp-
ton, however, for in Salisbury, Walter
Barefoote, the deputy governor, took
them out of the constable's hands pre-
tending to deliver them up to the offi-
cers of Newbury, but really protect-
ing them and sending them out of
Waldron's reach. Whittier has cele-
brated this event in his Poem of "How
the women went from Dover," as
follows:

"Show me the order, and meanwhile strike
A blow at your peril!" said Justice Pike.
Of all the rulers the lands possessed,
Wisest and boldest was he, and best.

"He read the warrant: "These convey From our precincts; at every town on the way

Give each ten lashes.' God judge the brute! I tread his warrant under my foot!

Cut loose these poor ones and let them go!
Come what will of it, all men shall know
No warrant is good, though backed by the Crown,
For whipping women in Salisbury town!"

Six years after Gove's trial, on the 27th of June, 1689, Major Waldron was killed by the Indians, whose anger he had provoked in capturing some of their tribe and selling them into slavery. This happened in 1676. Two squaws asked Waldron if they might spend the night of the 27th in his house. No suspicion was aroused by this request, and the Major showed them how to unfasten the doors, in case they wished to go out during the night. Merandowit asked Waldron what he would do if the Indians should attack him, and the Major carelessly told him that he could assemble a hundred men by merely raising his finger. During the night the gates were opened, and the Indians outside rushed in and entered the Major's apartment. At first he drove them back with his sword, which he had seized as he sprang from bed, but he was soon stunned and overpowered. After a supper, which the inhabitants of the house were forced to provide, the Indians tortured Major Waldron, till, faint from loss of blood, he fell forward, when one of the Indians held his own sword beneath him, and falling on its point he expired. It is said that the Quakers, whom he ordered to be flogged, foretold his horrible death.

But to return to Gove and his companions. Most of these were pardoned, and Gove himself, after being sent over to England and confined in the Tower for some years, was pardoned and sent back to Hampton. There is on file in the State Paper

Office in England a petition of his wife to pardon her husband. She gives as his excuse that he was intoxicated at the time, and hints at a streak of insanity which ran in his family. After his return to America he lived but a short time, and always contended that a slow poison had been administered to him in prison. His house, a part of it, still stands in Seabrook, and there is growing on the premises a pear-tree which it is said he brought from England with him. His descendants became Quakers, and some of them still worship in the old Quaker meeting-house in Seabrook, which was

formerly a part of Hampton; and it is near this old church that Gove's remains lie buried.

Thus ended the first rebellion in New England. It hastened Cranfield's removal, but was of little permanent consequence compared with that which occasioned the downfall of Sir Edmund Andros six years afterward, when Cranfield, Randolph, and many other supporters of tyranny went down with Sir Edmund. Randolph, who had been active in punishing Gove, was himself imprisoned in Boston, and wrote many piteous letters to King William asking to be set free.

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