prietors.

"Madam Bond," said he, "comfort me."

A patriot passed. The old man held out the snuffbox. The man hesitated
and started back.

"The royal arms will have to go," said the patriot.

"Where from?" said the old man excited.

"From everywhere. We are about to decree a new world."

"They will never take these golden arms from that snuffbox. Sir, do you
know that box was given to the Proprietor by Queen Charlotte herself?"

"Well, the golden arms will have to come off it; they will have to come
down everywhere. No--I thank you," he continued. "I can not ever take
snuff again out of a snuffbox like that."

Poor old Mr. Calamity turned to the lady.

"What am I to do? Where am I to go? You do pity me, don't you?"

A little girl passed near. He held out the box. The girl ran. The poor
old man began to tremble.

"I have trembling fits sometimes," said he. "Take a pinch of snuff with
me; it will steady me. Take a pinch of snuff for Queen Charlotte's
sake."

He shook like the leaves of the elm tree in the summer wind.

Dame Bond hesitated.

He trembled more violently. "Do you hesitate to honor the name of Queen
Charlotte?" he said.

The woman took a pinch of snuff in memory of the days gone. He grew
calmer.

"That strengthens me," he said. "What am I to do? The things that I see
daily tear me all to pieces. It broke my heart to see that child run
away. I can not cross the sea, and if they were to tear down the king's
arms from the State House I would die. I would tremble until I grew cold
and my breath left me. You do pity me, don't you? I sometimes grow cold
now when I tremble."

It was June. A bugle rang out in the street.

"What is that?" he asked of a volunteer who passed by.

"It is the summons."

"For what?"

"For the assembling of the people."

"In God's name, for what? Is a royal messenger coming?"

"No. They are going to tear down the king's arms from all the buildings
at six, and are going to pile them up on tar barrels and make a bonfire
of them when the sun goes down. The flame will ascend to heaven. That
will be the end of the reign of King George III in this province
forever!"

The old man trembled again.

"I am cold," he said.--"Dame Bond, take another pinch of snuff out of
the silver box with the golden arms--it helps me."

Dame Bond once more paid her respects to Queen Charlotte.

"Before God, you do not tell me, sir, that they are going to take down
the king's arms fr