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THE PRESIDENT: Newport suffered very severely during the war of IndependThe British and Hessian troops quartered there were reckless and brutal in their destructiveness. In recent times it has become a fashionable and wealthy watering place.

MR. GOLDUST: Was not Rhode Island founded by Roger Williams, a Baptist minister?

THE PRESIDENT: Rhode Island obtained its charter in 1643 through Roger Williams, who in 1635 was banished from the Massachusetts colony for holding views which were then considered dangerous to the progress of the Commonwealth. He was a Baptist in principle, though up to the time of his departure from Massachusetts he was connected with the Orthodox Church of that colony.

LAURA: In what respects were the views of Roger Williams distasteful to the others?

THE PRESIDENT: Chiefly in this respect, that he denied the right of the magistrates and civil government of a State or nation to interfere or adjudicate on ecclesiastical or spiritual matters. The Puritans, though regarded as nonconformists in England, held decidedly Church and State sentiments. They believed in trying to make men good Christians by force of law, and frowned upon the broader views of Williams, who denied the right of the civil power to impose a religion upon a people.

ALBERT: Where did they banish him to?

THE PRESIDENT: It was their intention to send him back to England, but he gave them the slip, as the saying is, and with a few companions fled from his persecutors to the shores of the Narragansett bay, and, after a time, settled down among the Indians, purchasing lands from them, and calling the place Providence. He was a good man, of large intellect and heart, and the State of Rhode Island, though of necessity small, being limited in all directions by prior grants, or by the ocean itself, is a grand monument to his life and principles.

Our tour in this part of our country is of necessity a brief one, and must end here; for though modern science has almost annihilated such old-fashioned things as time and space, yet we cannot quite dispense with the supper-hour, which is now upon us. Perhaps on some future occasion we may do more justice to the Eastern

States.

CHAPTER XVIII.

LAKE GEORGE.

AKE George and the Adirondack region were at first chosen for successive tours. Owing to a slight misapprehension, two members had come prepared to lead the tourists through these very attractive fields of observation, on this, the ninth evening, at the house of the President. As this was expected to be the last but one of the regular meetings of the club, and as the tour for the tenth evening was already decided upon, it was agreed, after some conversation, to combine the two tours into one and to undertake them both. "This," remarked somebody, "is one of the advantages connected with this mode of traveling. We are not bound by any of the fixed and definite rules of time or space, but can accommodate these to our wishes or dispense with them altogether."

Accordingly Miss Lilian was requested to conduct the club to a brief visit to Lake George.

LILIAN (reading from notes): Lake George is situated in Warren county, New York State, about sixty miles north of Albany. We reach it from Saratoga by rail to Glen Falls-to appreciate which spot, we must not only see it but read "The Last of the Mohicans," or by railroad to Caldwell at the head of the lake. We pass by the spot where Col. Williams, the founder of Williams College, fell in battle, Sept. 8, 1755, and where a monument has been erected to his memory.

GILBERT: Col. Williams was leading his regiment on a reconnoissance of the French troops, when he fell into an Indian ambuscade and was shot through the head. It was found that he had willed all his property to the support of a free school, and this was the foundation of Williams College.

MR. MERRIMAN: The monument was erected in 1854 by the alumni of the college.

LILIAN: How can I begin to describe the charms of this lake and its surroundings, or bring before you the many interesting historic reminiscences connected with it? I hardly know how to begin, and I am afraid that I shall hardly know how to end. However, as our time is short, and as verbosity is forbidden by the

usages of this club, I will draw at once upon my portfolio, and while the pictures are being handed about I will "say my say."

As com

First, let me inform you that this is not a little lake by any means. pared with any of the great lakes of the north it is, of course, very small; but its thirty-six miles of length and its four miles of breadth at the widest, form no incon

siderable area. It is a good day's trip to go by steamer right along it and back the same day; from Caldwell on the south, to Baldwin on the north, where the lake finds its outlet, through Wood Creek, into the larger waters of Lake Champlain, some three or four miles distant.

Here there is a view of Fourteen Mile Island, or at least of a part of it. That is it, where the people are pushing off with their boat. I suppose there are steps. cut somewhere in these rocks, so that we can climb up. This is a small island, but has a good hotel upon it. Before we get there we pass a good many points of interest, of which I will name a few. The general features of the scenery are the same of course as in the views now presented. There is a little island called Diamond Island, on account of the quartz-crystals found upon it. During the war of Independence a battle or skirmish took place on this island, and I am sorry to say that the patriots were beaten. Then there is Dome Island, where General Putnam once encamped his troops during the French war. In fact, it is astonishing how much history has been not written but made in this romantic region.

Of course you all know about the great French general Montcalm. We might spend the whole evening in following his footsteps (in imagination) over and around these waters.

MRS. GOLDUST: Please let us hear something about him.

LILIAN: He was a French marquis-Marquis de Saint Véran Montcalm-and a brilliant and successful soldier, trained to war from his youth, and dying on the battle-field of Quebec at forty-seven years of age, in the service of his country. He was general commander of the French troops during the French war in Canada in 1756-60. In 1757 he besieged Fort William Henry-the ruins of which we can explore at the south end of this lake-with 8,000 soldiers, and compelled the garrison of 2,500, including women and children, to surrender at discretion after a brave defense. But I am sorry to say he was either unable or unwilling, or, perhaps, both unable and unwilling to prevent the Indians who fought under him from barbarously massacring the entire garrison after they had given up their arms. This will always be a blot upon his memory. On the east shore of the lake is Ferris's

Bay, where he marshaled his army and moored the boats in which he had descended the lake.

THE COLONEL: It was strange that both Montcalm and Wolfe, the two oppos