en's, written July 25, 1770, we read: "Ned still lives
gentleman-like at Southwacks Court without doing any business tho'
obliged to haul in his horns;" and from another of December 5, 1770:
"Ned after having shown off as long as he you'd with his yell^o
damask window curtains &c is (the last month) retired into the
country and lives w^th his wife at Parson Storers at Watertown. How
long that will hold I cant say."

NOTE 44.

Madam Smith was evidently Anna's teacher in sewing. The duties
pertaining to a sewing school were, in those days, no light matter.
From an advertisement of one I learn that there were taught at these
schools:--

"All kinds of Needleworks viz: point, Brussels, Dresden Gold,
Silver, and silk Embroidery of every kind. Tambour Feather, India &
Darning, Spriggings with a Variety of Open-work to each. Tapestry
plain, lined, and drawn. Catgut, black & white, with a number of
beautiful Stitches. Diaper and Plain Darnings. French Quiltings,
Knitting, Various Sorts of marking with the Embellishments of Royal
cross, Plain cross, Queen, Irish, and Tent Stitches."

Can any nineteenth century woman read this list of feminine
accomplishments without looking abashed upon her idle hands, and
ceasing to wonder at the delicate heirlooms of lace and embroidery
that have come down to us!

NOTE 45.

Grandmamma Sargent was Joshua Winslow's mother. Her maiden name was
Sarah Pierce. She was born April 30, 1697, died August 2, 1771. She
married on September 21, 1721, John Winslow, who lived to be
thirty-eight years old. After his death she married Dr. Nathaniel
Sargent in 1749.

NOTE 46.

These lines were a part of the epitaph said to be composed by
Governor Thomas Dudley, who died at Andover, Mass., in 1653. They
were found after his death and preserved in Morton's _New England's
Memorial_. They run thus:--

Dim eyes, deaf ears, cold stomach show
My dissolution is in view;
Eleven times seven near lived have I,
And now God calls, I willing die;
My shuttle's shot, my race is run,
My sun is set, my deed is done;
My span is measur'd, tale is told,
My flower is faded and grown old,
My dream is vanish'd, shadow's fled,
My soul with Christ, my body dead;
Farewell dear wife, children and friends,
Hate heresy, make blessed ends;
Bear poverty, live with good men,
So shall we meet with joy