As in the broad area of the township various centres of population grew into villages and were one by one excised and made towns, it would be supposed that each of them would have been eager to honor itself by adopting so euphonious and appropriate a name as _Prescott_. But no! The first candidate for a new designation, in 1732, chose the name of the generous Charlestown clergyman, _Harvard_, for no appropriate local reason now discoverable. Six years later another body corporate imported the name--_Bolton_. Two years passed and a third district sought across the ocean for its title _Leominster_. Then Woonksechocksett forgetful of its benefactors and of the grand Indian names of its hills and waters borrowed the title of a putative Scotch lord, who bravely fought for our Independence, and, in adopting, paid him the poor compliment of misspelling it--_Sterling_. The next seceder ambitiously chose the name of a Prussian city--_Berlin_. The sixth perpetuated its early admiration of the great small-pox inoculator, _Boylston_; and the last was named--for a hotel. None so poor as to do Prescott reverence. But surely, it would be thought, banks and manufactories, halls or at least a fire engine, might with tardy respect have paid cheap tribute to his name by bearing it. Is there any example! Yes, at last a short street having little connection sentimental or real with the pioneer, bears his name--this only in the aspiring town, almost a city, of which John Prescott's old millstone is the visible foundation! _Clinton_.