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Lying At Anchor. He Who Viewed The Region That Morning, Must Have Had
A Brilliant Imagination To Dream Of The Magnificent Cities Destined To
Stud Those Coasts, And Of The Millions To Fill Those Extensive Forests
Within Two Hundred Years. Westward, Indeed, The Star Of Empire Had
Taken Its Way, And The Wise Men Of The East Were Following Its
Heavenly Guidance; But Who Knew It Then?
At Last, Excited By The View And His Thoughts, The Rider Rose In His
Stirrups, And Stretching Out His Arms, Gave Expression, In A Low
Voice, To His Feelings--
"Well May These Men, Who Hope To Found A New Dynasty, Be Proud Of The
Lovely Land Which They Have Chosen For A Refuge! If Iron Resolution,
Scorn Of Delights And Contempt Of Death Could Do It, They Would
Accomplish The Emprise--_Mais L'homme Propose Et Dieu Dispose_.
Without The Directing Mind And Sustaining Arm Of The Source Of All
Wisdom And Power, In Vain Is The Labor Of Man. Ruin And Disgrace Shall
Overwhelm All Undertakings Not Founded On The Rock Of Ages. With What
Great Events Teems The Bosom Of Futurity? O, That My Eyes Could Pierce
The Misty Distance; That My Dim Presaging Soul Could Behold The
Stately Advance Of The Coming Centuries, Whose Sounding Feet I Fancy
That I Can Hear! Bear They In Their Hands Weal Or Woe To Humanity?
Hath The Creative Energy Set A Limit, Beyond Which The Tide Of Human
Accomplishment, Like The Hidden Power In Yonder Heaving Ocean, May Not
Rise; But, Having Reached Its Destined Apex, Must, With Hoarse
Murmurs, Recoil Back Upon Itself In Disordered Fragments?--Or In These
Later Times, When Men Were Ripe For The Blessing, Revealed To The
World These Virgin Regions, Separated From The Vices Of Europe And Of
The East By A Mighty Sea, Here To Recommence That Experiment Which
Hath Partially Failed Elsewhere, And Imparted Sufficient Measure Of
His Spirit To Chosen Instruments To Work Out The Problem Of Human
Happiness, And To Conduct Mankind To Heights Of Felicity, Beginning
Here And Never Ending?--The Bare Contemplation Whereof Causes My Flesh
To Quiver With Delight."
As He Uttered These Words, Forgetful Of His Situation, He Stuck The
Spurs Into His Horse's Flanks, And The Astonished Animal Started With
A Bound. It Was Then The Consummate Address Wherewith The Stranger
Sat, His Horse Specially Exhibited Itself. As If The Feeling Of The
Startled Steed Were Instantly Communicated To Himself; And One Spirit
Animated Both, His Body Bent Gently Forward In The Saddle, Catching At
Once The Motion, And Accommodating Itself Thereto, So That The Rider
Appeared As Firmly Fastened, And As Much At His Ease, As Though He
Were A Part Of The Animal. After Half A Dozen Plunges, And Some
Soothing Words, The Excited Horse Having Expressed His Displeasure By
Snorts, Frequent And Loud At First, But Gradually Decreasing In
Rapidity And Loudness, Yielded To The Strong Arm Of His Master, And
Reduced His Pace To The Long Trot At Which He Had Before Proceeded.
"My Noble Mourad," Said The Rider, Patting The Steed's Neck, And
Addressing Him As If Capable Of Understanding Language--"I Wonder Not
At Thine Astonishment; But When These Thoughts Possess Me, I Am
Oblivious Of Everything Else. I Will Be More Heedful Henceforth, Nor
Allow Splendid Imaginations To Prick Thine Innocent Sides."
The Flexible Ears Of Mourad Moved Backward And Forward While His Rider
Was Speaking, His Dilated Eyes Glanced Repeatedly Back At Him, And He
Shook His Head As If Not Half Satisfied With The Apology.
And Now The Stranger, Leisurely Advancing, Soon Reached The Little
Collection Of Houses. Guiding His Horse Carefully Through The Unpaved
Streets, And Avoiding The Stumps Of Trees Which Were Occasionally To
Be Met, He Stopped At A House Of Somewhat More Imposing Appearance
Than The Rest. It Was Of Wood, Like Most Of The Other Dwellings, And
Differed From Them Principally In Being Larger. It Could Not Be Said
To Belong To Any Order Or Style Of Architecture, But Bore A General
Resemblance To Buildings Erected In England At The Time. It Stood With
Its Gable-Ends, Three In Number, To The Street, The Roof Rising Up
Steeply, And Making A Considerable Garret, The Side Of The Gable-Ends
Projecting Over The Second Story, As Did Also That Over The First. The
Windows Were Of A Square Form, With Small Diamond-Shaped Panes,
Opening By Hinges At The Sides, And There Was But One Entrance In
Front, To Protect Which A Small Verandah Or Porch Was Thrown Across
The Building. Two Men, In The Ordinary Dress And Equipments Of
Soldiers Of The Period, Their Clumsy Muskets Leaning Against The Side,
Were Seated On A Bench Near The Entrance, And By Their Presence
Indicated The Residence Of Governor Winthrop.
"Is The Right Worshipful Governor At Home So That He May Be Seen?"
Inquired The Stranger, As He Dismounted From The Horse, Whose Bridle
Was Held By One Of The Soldiers.
"He Is At Home, And May Be Seen, Sir Christopher," Replied One Of The
Men, "I Will Conduct You To His Presence."
So Saying, The Soldier Opened The Door, And Preceding The Visitor,
Ushered Him Into A Hall Some Ten Feet Wide, And Thence Into A Small
Ante-Room, Or Room Of Reception, Where He Was Entreated To Be Seated,
While His Arrival Should Be Announced. It Required But A Moment, Which
Was The Whole Time Of The Soldier's Absence, For The Stranger To Take
A Survey Of The Room Wherein He Sat.
It Was Not More Than Twelve Or Fifteen Feet Square, And Destitute Of
Paper Or Hangings, And The Floor, Like That Of The Hall, Was Bare, And
Made Of Coarsely-Planed Boards. It Had Two Doors, One Opening Into The
Hall And Another Into An Adjoining Room, And Was Lighted By A Single
Window. Its Furniture Consisted Of Only A Few Wooden Chairs And
Benches.
"The Right Worshipful Governor Directs Me To Invite You To Him," Said
The Messenger, Throwing Open The Second Door Above Mentioned.
The Stranger Rose, And Crossing With A Stately Step The Ante-Chamber,
Followed The Soldier Into The Adjoining Apartment.
"Welcome, Sir Christopher," Exclaimed The Governor, Rising From A
Desk, At Which He Had Been Writing, And Advancing With Extended Hand
To His Visitor, "I Am Honored In Seeing You Again In My Poor House."
"He May Deem Himself A Minion Of Fortune," Courteously Replied The
Stranger Addressed As Sir Christopher, Grasping The Offered Hand, "Who
Either In This Far Wilderness Or In The Proud Streets Of London, Is
Privileged To Exchange Salutations Of Friendship With So Worthy And
Every Way Accomplished A Gentleman As The Honored Chief Magistrate Of
This Colony."
"Alas! I Fear," Rejoined Winthrop, Taking A Seat, After First Formally
Seating The Other, "Alas! I Fear That My Shoulders Are Too Weak For So
Great A Burden. Were It Not For The Prize Of The High Calling Set
Before Me, And The Sweet Refreshment Sometimes Breathed Into Me By The
Spirit, I Should Faint Beneath Its Weight."
"We Are Commanded Neither To Faint Nor To Be Weary Of Well-Doing,"
Said Sir Christopher, "With Comfortable Assurances That As Is Our
Need, So Shall Our Strength Be. But, Honored Sir, I Much Mistake The
Nobility Of Your Mind, If You Would Be Willing To Exchange Your High
Place For A Meaner Lot. I Thank God That You Are Placed Upon An
Eminence To Be A Tower Of Strength To Those Who Do Well, And A Terror
To The Evil."
"Better," Replied Winthrop, "Is The Humble Cottage Than The Lordly
Structure Whereunto Your Poetical And Extravagant Politeness Hath
Likened Me. Remember," He Added, With A Smile, Wherein There Was Some
Bitterness Mingled With Its Melancholy, For He Had Of Late Been
Annoyed By The Rougher Nature Of Dudley, And The Jealousy Of Some Of
The Assistants, "_Altoe Turres Cadunt Dum Humiles Casoe Stant_."
"Noble Sir," Said Sir Christopher, "Be Not Cast Down. The Foundations
Of Your House Are Built Upon A Basis Too Broad And Firm To Be Blown
Down By The Disorderly Breaths Of Lackeys And Trencher-Scrapers.
Pardon Me, If In My Zeal I Apply Ignominious Terms To Your Enemies."
"There Be Those To Be Ranked In That Category Who Yet In No Wise
Deserve Such Epithets," Answered The Generous Governor. "Were
Opposition To Come Only From So Base A Quarter, Little Should I Heed,
And Rather Consider It An Incitement To Keener Action; But There Are
Also Choice Spirits, Elect Vessels, Pillars Of The Congregation, Men
Inspired With Godly Zeal, Who Are Persuaded Themselves, And Would
Persuade Others, That I Am Lukewarm In The Cause, And Bear The Sword
In Vain."
"If The Peevish Captiousness Of These Persons Is Greatly To Influence,
I Will Not Say Over-Awe You, Noble Sir," Said Sir Christopher, "I
Tremble Lest The Errand Of Mercy Whereon I Come Should Fail Of Its
Purpose."
"Ever True To The Principle Of The [Greek: Melissa]," Said The
Governor, Smiling "What Can The Knight Of The Golden Melice Crave
Which John Winthrop Can Deny?"
The Knight Of The Golden [Greek: Melissa], Or Melice, As He Was
Commonly Called, Meaning Thereby The Knight Of The Golden Honey-Bee,
And Who, By Wearing Conspicuously About His Person The Device Or Badge
Adopted When He Received The Order Of Knighthood, Only Complied With
The Fantastic Notions Of The Times, Gazed A Moment At The Figure Of
The Bee On The Handle Of His Sword, Before Replying:
"The Golden Bee Does Indeed Remind Me," He Said, "That Even As He, In
The Summer Of His Days, Collects The Yellow Treasure Which Is To
Sustain Him In The Death Of Winter, So Should I, While The Day Is
Mine, Be Busy To Perform The Will Of Him Who Hath Called Me To A Post
In His Creation, That I Be Not Ashamed In The Grave. I Came To Ask A
Favor In Behalf Of The Soldier Philip Joy."
The Eyes Of Winthrop, Which, While The Knight Was Speaking, Had Been
Fastened On His Face, Fell Upon The Rich Turkey Carpet That, With Its
Intricate Figures And Varied Dies, Covered, In Place Of A Modern
Cloth, The Table Supporting The Desk Whereat He Had Been Writing.
"The Soldier," He Said, Sit Last, Slowly, "Is Enduring The Punishment
Awarded To Him By The Court Of Assistants."
"A Harsh And Cruel Sentence," Said The Knight, "And One At The
Infliction Whereof I Know Your Noble Nature Relucted."
"I May Not, Without Censure Of My Own Conscience, Hear Those Who Are
Associated With Me In The Government Blamed."
"I Would Not Trespass On The Bounds Of Courteous License, But Cannot
Believe That Your Gentle Temper Approves Of Proceedings At Once Severe
And Impolitic."
"It Becomes Me Not," Said Winthrop, Modestly, "To Set Up My Sentiments
Against The Opinion Of A Majority. This Is Not The Government Of One
Man, And I Am, As I May Say, It Being Properly Understood, Only
_Primus Inter Pares_."
"Then Avouch Yourself To Some Purpose To Be Truly Primus, And By Your
Kingly Mercy Not Only Put To Silence The Unruly Tongues Of Men
Complaining Of Harshness Not Without Reason, But Also Take Away The
Occasion For Reproach."
"Hitherto," Said Winthrop, "You Have Spoken In Riddles, Though They
Are Not Hard To Be Guessed; But, Nevertheless, Let Me Entreat You To
Explicate, In Plainer Phrase, Your Meaning, And Reveal Your Full
Desire."
"I Came, Then," Answered The Knight, "To Solicit The Full Pardon Of
Joy."
"It May Not Be. Though The Right To Pardon Would Seem Inherent In Him
To Whose Hands Is Entrusted The Power To Punish, That The Sorrow Of
Inflicting Pain Might Be Balanced By The Joy Of Conferring Pleasure,
And So His Office Be Not Wholly Converted Into That Of An Executioner,
Yet Were I Ever So Much Disposed, I Could Not, In The Present Case,
Grant Your Request. It Would Raise A Storm Which, However Little To Be
Regarded For Its Consequences To Myself, Might Be Seriously Injurious
To The Budding Interests Of Our Infant State."
"I Pray You To Consider," Said The Knight, "The Good Character Of The
Man Accused, Ever Approving Himself Brave And Faithful In All Trusts
Confided To Him; No Drone, But An Active Honey-Bee, Laying Up Store In
Your Hive, With No Fault Charged But Speaking Too Freely, And If That
Be True, Only Imitating Therein, His Betters. Next Reflect Upon The
Opposite Reputation Of His Accusers, And I Venture To Say Malingers,
Though In Truth There Is But One, Not Sustained By The Other. Men Are
Murmuring At Your Sentence, And Holding Your Justice For Naught, A
Sure Presage Of Troublous Times; And Be Assured, That A Commonwealth
Not Founded In Righteousness Cannot Stand, For On It Rests Not The
Blessing Of Heaven."
"Sir Christopher Gardiner," Said Winthrop, "You Have Spoken Boldly,
And But That I Believe In Your Honesty, And Am Assured Of Your
Friendship, I Should Be Offended. But You Belong Not To The
Congregation, Your Notions Differing From Our Faith; The Light Which
Illuminates The Minds Of The Chosen Remnant Which Providence Hath
Planted In This Far Off Land, This Ultissima Thule, Not Yet Having
Penetrated
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