Two gallant young brothers have been cut off, Oliver and Ephraim Hollis, whose poor mother--' 'Grieve not for me, good Master Timewell,' cried a female voice from the crowd.

'I have three others as stout, who shall all be offered in the same quarrel.' 'You are a worthy woman, Mistress Hollis,' the Mayor answered, 'and your children shall not be lost to you.

The next name upon my list is Jesse Trefail, then come Joseph Millar, and Aminadab Holt--' An elderly musqueteer in the first line of the Taunton foot pulled his hat down over his brows and cried out in a loud steady voice, 'The Lord hath given and the Lord hath taken away.

Blessed be the name of the Lord.' 'It is your only son, Master Holt,' said the Mayor, 'but the Lord also sacrificed His only Son that you and I might drink the waters of eternal life.

The others are Path of Light Regan, James Fletcher, Salvation Smith, and Robert Johnstone.' The old Puritan gravely rolled up his papers, and having stood for a few moments with his hands folded across his breast in silent prayer, he descended from the market cross, and moved off, followed by the aldermen and councilmen.