Benj'a. Parker John Woods Josiah Sartell Samuel Shattuck iu Joseph Spoaldeng James Larwance Juner Jonathan Shattuck Nath'll. Parker James Shattuck Jacob Lakin John Chambrlen Thomas Fisk John Cumings Isaac Lakin Henery Jefes John Shattuck David Shattuck John Scott Seth Phillips Benj'n. Robines Samuel Wright Isaac Woods John Swallow Enoch larwance William Spoalding John Blood Jonathan Woods James Green Wiliam Cumings Joseph Blood Nathaniel Lawrence iu [Massachusetts Archives, cxiv, 282-284.] Wee the Sub'rs: Inhab'ts: of y'e Town of Dunstable & Resident in that part of it Called Nissitisitt Do hereby authorize and Fully Impower Abraham Taylor Jun'r. and Peter Power to Represent to Gen'll. Court our unwillingness that any Part of Dunstable should [be] sett off to Groton to make a Township or Parish and to Shew forth our Earness Desire that a Township be maide intirely out out [_sic_] off Dunstable Land, Extending Six mils North from Groton Line which will Bring the on the Line on y'e Brake of Land and Just Include the Present Setlers: or otherwise As y'e Ho'll. Commitee Reported and Agreeable to the tenour thereoff as The Hon'rd Court shall see meet and as Duly bound &c Tho's: Dinmore, and 20 others. Dunstable Dece'r; y'e 21'st; 1739 These may sertifie to y'e Hon'rd. Court that there is Nomber of Eleven more y't has not signed this Nor y'e Petetion of Richard Worner & others, that is now setled and About to setle [Massachusetts Archives, cxiv, 277.] * * * * * TUBEROSES. By LAURA GARLAND CARR. In misty greenhouse aisles or garden walks, In crowded halls or in the lonely room, Where fair tuberoses, from their slender stalks, Lade all the air with heavy, rich perfume, My heart grows sick; my spirits sink like lead,-- The scene before me slips and fades away: A small, still room uprising in its stead, With softened light, and grief's dread, dark array. Shrined in its midst, with folded hands, at rest, Life's work all over ere 'twas well begun, Lies a fair girl in snowy garments dressed, And all the place with bud and bloom o'errun; Pinks, roses, lilies, blend in odorous death, But over all the tuberose sends its wealth, Seeming to hold the lost one by its breath While creeping o'er our living hearts in stealth. O subtle blossoms, you are death's own flowers! You have no part with love or festal hours. * * * * * YOUNG MEN'S CHRISTIAN ASSOCIATIONS. BY RUSSELL STURGIS, JR. [Illustration: GEORGE WILLIAMS. Founder of Young Men's Christian Associations.]