"He came over with the first settlers, and had been the intimate companion of all those excellent and famous men who laid the foundation of our country.

They were all gone before him to the grave, and Bradstreet was the last of the Puritans." Grandfather paused a moment and smiled, as if he had something very interesting to tell his auditors.

He then proceeded:-- "And now, Laurence,--now, Clara,--now, Charley,--now, my dear little Alice,--what chair do you think had been placed in the council chamber, for old Governor Bradstreet to take his seat in?
Would you believe that it was this very chair in which Grandfather now sits, and of which he is telling you the history ?" "I am glad to hear it, with all my heart!" cried Charley, after a shout of delight.

"I thought Grandfather had quite forgotten the chair." "It was a solemn and affecting sight," said Grandfather, "when this venerable patriarch, with his white beard flowing down upon his breast, took his seat in his chair of state.

Within his remembrance, and even since his mature age, the site where now stood the populous town had been a wild and forest-covered peninsula.