Medford Square 155 Street leading to Moll Pitcher’s 156 Moll Pitcher’s house and the graveyard 157 Some fishermen’s hats 159 Circle Street and Floyd Ireson’s house 161 “This is where the sailors in pigtails and petticoats used to be” 165 St. John’s, Portsmouth 168 The Gardiner House and the linden 169 Stoodley’s 171 Plymouth, the home of Priscilla 172 A country road 173 Decorative designs Title, 7, 8, 9, 12, 105, 106, 134, 175 Initials 15, 63, 109, 137 [Illustration] PRISCILLA [Illustration: _Priscilla_] “The swallow with summer Will wing o’er the seas, The wind that I sigh to Will visit thy trees. The ship that it hastens Thy ports will contain, But me—I shall never See England again!” I OFTEN fancy John Alden, and others, too, among his companions of kindly fame, wandering down the long Plymouth beach and murmuring to themselves thoughts like these. And I like to look in the annals of the gentle Pilgrims and the sterner Puritans for any pages where one may find muffled for a moment the strain of high emprise which wins our awe and our praise, but not so surely our love, and gain access on their more human side to the men and women who lived the noblest romance in all history. [Illustration: “‘_In his rough cradle by the sounding sea_—’”] So one comes on the story of the Lady Arbella, and her love and death, with the sweet surprise one has in finding a fragile flower among granite ledges. So the Baby Peregrine’s velvet cheek has the unconscious caress of every mother who thinks of him rocked to sleep in his rough cradle by the sounding sea. So the thought deals tenderly with Dorothy Bradford, who crossed the mighty darkness of the deep only to fall overboard from the “Mayflower,” and be drowned in harbor, and would fain reap some harvest of romance in the coming over sea, three years afterward, of Mrs. Southworth, with her young sons, Constant and Thomas, to marry the Governor, who had loved her as Alice Carpenter lang syne. And so the story of John Alden’s courtship is read as if we had found some human beings camped in the midst of demigods. [Illustration: ROSE STANDISH]