Malerische Ecken in Philadelphia, mit hundert und 74 Abbildungen. Acht, canic von der Insel eine Stimme klar und stark, da viele eine Stimme ist mittlerweile aus dem gleichen Klang re-Mote und Nebel umgeben. Peter Folger, sur-veyor, Schulmeister, Laienprediger zu den Indianern aufder Insel, für die Thomas Majiiew tun mis-sionary Arbeit war bei den Indianern, schien es offensichtlich, dass der Krieg, mit jedem Terror es gebracht hatte, wurde simpljthe Strafe jeden Christen in neuen Englandfor ihr Verhalten gegenüber der Baptisten, Quäker und everyother Sekte oder geliebte Person und freie Rede

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Quaint corners in Philadelphia, with one hundred and seventy-four illustrations . eight, canic from the island a voice clear and strong, as many a voice has since sounded from the same re-mote and mist-encircled point. To Peter Folger, sur-veyor, schoolmaster, lay preacher to the Indians onthe island, for whom Thomas Majiiew was doing mis-sionary work among the Indians, it seemed evident thatthe war, with every terror it had brought, was simpljthe punishment due every Christian in New Englandfor their behavior toward Baptists, Quakers and everyother sect or person who loved and used free speech.To speak at all was dangerous; ])ut Peter Folger had noscru[)les. and his denunciation and his plea streamedforth in one long jet of maidy. nngrammatical, valiantdoggerel—a ballad Just lit to be sung by some blindcrowder, with no rougher voice than rude style, called, A Looking-(ilass for the Times : or, th(^ Former Spiritof New England IJevived in thi> (Miuration. There is not even a suggestion of poetry in the entireproduction. Init there is an extraordinarv ^ frankness. A MASTER nriLVER. 209 and force. The writer bringf^ to the bjir the thenmightiest personages in the land—niini>t(rs and ma-gistrates ; tries and condemns them unshrinkingly, andthen, determined to bear the full conseciuenees of hisown fearless testimony, weaves ^ his name and his placeof abode into the tissue of his verse, thereby notifyingall who might have any issues to try with him, preciselywho he was and wdiere he was to be found in case of need. I am for peace, and not for war, And thats the reason whyI write more plain than some men do, That use to daub and lie ;But I shall cease, and set my name To what I here insert;Because to be a libeler I hate with all my heart.From Sherbon town, where now I dwell, My name I do put here ;Without offense, your real friend.It is Peter Folger.Nine sons and daughters came to the sturdy old sur-veyor, strong-brained, free-hearted and frank, andthe youngest of

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