LI OP LIFE.
my birth ; but I have heard their recital, seated <1 my heart now k in < 1 their mem<
made :i II my infantine imagination, proba- bly l" i it was coupled with home ery. In the autumn of 1781, the inhabitants of Norwich beheld their whole southern horizon wrapped in the stran nickering redi b distant flat Thundering
Boi e on the air, like the cannon's death-p<
T quick mustering of the men of war.
Boys who had never seen Bervice, besought t! nbled mothers for leave to gird on the han . and where danger called. In hot haste, and with as much of military order as the occasion would admit, horse and foot Bped on to the point of dang<
o rail-train in those days rapidly conveyed tidings, no telegraph bore them on the lightning's wing ; hut leader of the cavalry, gaining a command- cent, announced that New London, our neighbor in flame . From van to rear passed the lurnful Bound, " New London is inflames!" Indig- i sat on every face Their beautiful seaport! The favorite and li not harbor of Connecticut ! Every individual thought of some acquaintance or friend left houseless, it', indeed, among the living. They hurried to meet the foe. The fourteen miles that divided Nor- wich from New London was achieved as on eagle's