Another of the distinguished of this illustrious family was the Marquis of Rockingham, who voted for the repeal of the Stamp Act, and acted with Chatham against Lord North.[127] It was at him, while minister, the pasquinade was leveled, "You had better declare, which you may without shocking 'em, The nation's asleep and the minister Rocking'em." The seat of the Wentworths at Little Harbor is at the mouth of Sagamore Creek, not more than two miles from town. Among a group of aged houses in the older quarter of Portsmouth, that of Samuel Wentworth is still pointed out.[128] His monument may also be seen in the ancient burial-place of Point of Graves. The family seem to have been statesmen by inheritance. There were three chief-magistrates of New Hampshire of the name, viz.: John, the son of Samuel; Benning, the son of John; and John, the nephew of Benning. The exterior of the mansion does not of itself keep touch and time with the preconceived idea of colonial magnificence. Its architectural deformity would have put Ruskin beside himself. A rambling collection of buildings, seemingly the outgrowth of different periods and conditions, are incorporated into an inharmonious whole. The result is an oddity in wood. Doubtless the builder was content with it. If so, I have little disposition to be critical. Beyond this, the visitor may not refuse his unqualified approval of the site, which is charming, of the surroundings--the mansion was embowered in blooming lilacs when I saw it--and of the general air of snugness and of comfort, rather than elegance, which seems the proper atmosphere of the Wentworth House. Built in 1750, it commands a view up and down Little Harbor, though concealed by an eminence from the road. I had a brief glimpse of it while going on Great Island _via_ the bridges. It is said it originally contained as many as fifty-two rooms, though by the removal of a good-sized tenement to the opposite island the number has been diminished to forty-five. There is, therefore, plenty of elbow-room. The cellar was sometimes used as a stable: it was large enough to have accommodated a troop, or, at a pinch, a squadron. [Illustration: IN THE WENTWORTH HOUSE, LITTLE HARBOR.] Prepared for an interior as little attractive as the outside, the conjecture of the visitor is again at fault, for this queer old bundle of joiners' patchwork contains apartments which indicate that the old beau, Benning Wentworth, cared less for the rind than the fruit. "Within unwonted splendors met the eye, Panels and floors of oak and tapestry; Carved chimney-pieces where on brazen dogs Reveled and roared the Christmas fires of logs; Doors opening into darkness unawares, Mysterious passages and flights of stairs; And on the walls in heavy gilded frames, The ancestral Wentworths with old Scripture names."