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Sensitive, swift to resent, but as swift in atoning for error. Never so much as now was Miles Standish the friend

of John Alden.” Thereupon answered the bridegroom : “Let all be forgotten between us,

965 All save the dear old friendship, and that shall grow

older and dearer!” Then the Captain advanced, and, bowing, saluted Pris

cilla, Gravely, and after the manner of old-fashioned gentry

in England, Something of camp and of court, of town and of coun

try, commingled, Wishing her joy of her wedding, and loudly lauding her husband.

970 Then he said with a smile :“I should have remem

bered the adage, If you would be well served, you must serve yourself;

and moreover, No man can gather cherries in Kent at the season of


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Great was the people's amazement, and greater yet

their rejoicing: 978 Give in your own words the meaning of the adage as applied to this situation. Where is Kent?

Thus to behold once more the sunburnt face of their Captain,

975 Whom they had mourned as dead; and they gathered

and crowded about him, Eager to see him and hear him, forgetful of bride and

of bridegroom, Questioning, answering; laughing, and each interrupt

ing the other, Till the good Captain declared, being quite overpow

ered and bewildered, He had rather by far break into an Indian encampment,

980 Than come again to a wedding to which he had not

been invited.

Meanwhile the bridegroom went forth and stood with

the bride at the doorway, Breathing the perfumed air of that warm and beauti

ful morning. Touched with autumnal tints, but lonely and sad in

the sunshine, Lay extended before them the land of toil and privation; There were the graves of the dead, and the barren

waste of the sea-shore, There the familiar fields, the groves of pine, and the



But to their eyes transfigured, it seemed as the Gar

den of Eden, Filled with the presence of God, whose voice was the

sound of the ocean.


Soon was their vision disturbed by the noise and

stir of departure, Friends coming forth from the house, and impatient

of longer delaying, Each with his plan for the day, and the work that was

left uncompleted. Then from a stall near at hand, amid exclamations of

wonder, Alden the thoughtful, the careful, so happy, so proud

of Priscilla, Brought out his snow-white bull, obeying the hand of its master,

995 Led by a cord that was tied to an iron ring in its nostrils, Covered with crimson cloth, and a cushion placed for

a saddle. She should not walk, he said, through the dust and

heat of the noonday; Nay, she should ride like a queen, not plod along like

a peasant. Somewhat alarmed at first, but reassured by the



Placing her hand on the cushion, her foot in the hand

of her husband, Gayly, with joyous laugh, Priscilla mounted her pal

frey. “Nothing is wanting now," he said with a smile, “but

the distaff; Then you would be in truth my queen, my beautiful

Bertha !"

Onward the bridal procession now moved to their new habitation,

1005 Happy husband and wife, and friends conversing to

gether. Pleasantly murmured the brook, as they crossed the

ford in the forest, Pleased with the image that passed, like a dream of

love from its bosom, Tremulous-floating in air, o'er the depths of the

azure abysses. Down through the golden leaves the sun was pouring

his splendors, Gleaming on purple grapes, that, from branches above

them suspended, Mingled their odorous breath with the balm of the

pine and the fir-tree,


Wild and sweet as the clusters that grew in the valley

of Eschol. Like a picture it seemed of the primitive, pastoral

ages, Fresh with the youth of the world, and recalling Rebecca and Isaac,

1015 Old and yet ever new, and simple and beautiful

always, Love immortal and young in the endless succession of

lovers. So through the Plymouth woods passed onward the

bridal procession.

1018 Eschol: look up Numbers xiii. 23 and 24. 1015 Find the story in Genesis xxiv.

It will perhaps be pleasant to know that Captain Miles Standish was not permanently saddened by Priscilla's refusal of him. In the Anne, which arrived at Plymouth in August of 1623, there came a maiden by the name of Barbara, whom the doughty Captain wooed and won. Thereupon he built himself a home at a short distance from Plymouth and called the region Duxbury, after one of the ancestral homes of his family. There at the foot of Captain's Hill he lived for the rest of his life. He left six children who have numerous descendants. The tall shaft erected on Captain's Hill to his memory is a prominent object in the landscape for miles around.

There is a fitting monument erected to the Pilgrims at Plym. outh.

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