without prejudicing their begun Settlement Wherefore we most Humbly pray Yᵒʳ. Excellency & Honʳˢ. to compassionate Our Circumstances and that thay may not be set off and as in Duly bound &c
John Woods Samuel Shattuck iu James Larwance Jonathan Shattuck James Shattuck John Chambrlen John Cumings Henery Jefes David Shattuck Seth Phillips Samuel Wright John Swallow William Spoalding Jonathan Woods Wiliam Cumings Benjⁿ. Parker Josiah Sartell Joseph Spoaldeng Juner Nathˡˡ. Parker Jacob Lakin Thomas Fisk Isaac Lakin John Shattuck John Scott Benj'ⁿ. Robines Isaac Woods Enoch larwance John Blood James Green Joseph Blood Nathaniel Lawrence
[Massachusetts Archives, cxiv, 282-284.]
Wee the Subʳˢ: Inhabᵗˢ: of yᵉ Town of Dunstable & Resident in that part of it Called Nissitisitt Do hereby authorize and Fully Impower Abraham Taylor Junʳ. and Peter Power to Represent to Genˡˡ. Court our unwillingness that any Part of Dunstable should [be] sett off to Groton to make a Township or Parish and to Shew forth our Earness Desire that a Township be maide intirely out out [sic] off Dunstable Land, Extending Six mils North from Groton Line which will Bring the on the Line on yᵉ Brake of Land and Just Include the Present Sellers: or otherwise As yᵉ Honˡˡ. Commitee Reported and Agreeable to the tenour thereoff as The Honʳᵈ Court shall see meet and as Duly bound &c
Dunstable Deceʳ: yᵉ 21st: 1739
These may sertifie to yᵉ Honʳᵈ. Court that there is Nomber of Eleven more yᵗ has not signed this Nor yᵉ Petetion of Richard Worner & others, that is now setled and About to setle
[Massachusetts Archives, cxiv, 277.]
TUBEROSES.
In misty greenhouse aisles or garden walks,
In crowded halls or in the lonely room,
Where fair tuberoses, from their slender stalks,
Lade all the air with heavy, rich perfume.
My heart grows sick; ray spirits sink like lead,—
The scene before me slips and fades away:
A small, still room uprising in its stead.
With softened light, and grief's dread, dark array.
Shrined in its midst, with folded hands, at rest,
Life's work all over ere 'twas well begun.
Lies a fair girl in snowy garments dressed.
And all the place with bud and bloom o'errun;
Pinks, roses, lilies, blend in odorous death.
But over all the tuberose sends its wealth,
Seeming to hold the lost one by its breath
While creeping o'er our living hearts in stealth.
O subtle blossoms, you are death's own flowers!
You have no part with love or festal hours.
