Part 6 (1/2)

”The tea, do you mean?” shouted several.

There was a ripple of laughter.

”I don't see but that we shall have to quit drinking tea,” said Doctor Warren. ”We drink altogether too much. It has become a dissipation. We drink it morning, noon, and night. Some of the old ladies of my acquaintance keep the teapot on the coals pretty much all the time.

Our wives meet in the afternoon to sip tea and talk gossip. The girls getting ready to be married invite their mates to quiltings and serve them with Old Hyson. We have garden tea-parties on bright afternoons in summer and evening parties in winter. So much tea, such frequent use of an infusion of the herb, upsets our nerves, impairs healthful digestion, and brings on sleeplessness. I have several patients--old ladies, and those in middle life--whose nerves are so unstrung that I am obliged to dose them with opium occasionally, to enable them to sleep.”

”Do you think we can induce the ladies to quit drinking it?” Mr.

Molineux asked.

”I am quite sure Mrs. Warren will cheerfully give it up, as will Mrs.

Molineux if her husband should set the example,” Doctor Warren replied.

Mr. Molineux said he was ready to banish the teapot from his table.

”I believe,” continued the doctor, ”that the women of America will be ready to give up the gratification of their appet.i.tes to maintain a great principle. They will sacrifice all personal considerations to secure the rights of the Colonies. Parliament proposes to tax this country without our having a voice in the matter. It is a seductive and insidious proposition--this export duty. I suppose they think we are simpletons, and will be caught in the trap they are setting. They think we are so fond of tea we shall continue to purchase it, but the time has come when we must let them know there is nothing so precious to us as our rights and liberties; that we can be resolute in little as well as in great things. I dare say that some of you, like myself, have invitations to Mrs. Newville's garden party to-morrow afternoon.

I expect to attend, but it will be the last tea-party for me, if the bill before Parliament becomes a law. Mrs. Newville is an estimable lady, a hospitable hostess; having accepted an invitation to be present, it would be discourteous for me to inform her I could not drink a cup of tea from her hand, but I have made up my mind henceforth to stand resolutely for maintaining the principle underlying it all,--a great fundamental, political principle,--our freedom.”

The room rang with applause.

”Sometimes, as some of you know, I try my hand at verse-making. I will read a few lines.”

FREE AMERICA.

That seat of Science, Athens, And earth's proud mistress, Rome: Where now are all their glories?

We scarce can find their tomb.

Then guard your rights, Americans, Nor stoop to lawless sway; Oppose, oppose, oppose, For North America.

We led fair Freedom hither, And lo, the desert smiled, A paradise of pleasure Was opened in the wild.

Your harvest, bold Americans, No power shall s.n.a.t.c.h away.

Huzza, huzza, huzza, For free America.

Some future day shall crown us The masters of the main; Our fleets shall speak in thunder To England, France, and Spain.

And nations over ocean spread Shall tremble and obey The sons, the sons, the sons, Of brave America.

Captain Mackintosh sang it, and the hall rang with cheers.

”It is pitiable,” said Mr. Rowe, ”that the people of England do not understand us better, but what can we expect when a member of Parliament makes a speech like that delivered by Mr. Stanley just before the last s.h.i.+p sailed. Hear it.”

Mr. Rowe, taking a candle in one hand and snuffing it with his thumb and finger, read an extract from the speech: ”What will become of that insolent town, Boston, when we deprive the inhabitants of the power of sending their mola.s.ses to the coast of Africa? The people of that town must be treated as aliens, and the charters of towns in Ma.s.sachusetts must be changed so as to give the king the appointment of the councilors, and give the sheriffs the sole power of returning juries.”

”The ignoramus,” continued Mr. Rowe, ”does not know that no mola.s.ses is made in these Colonies. He confounds this and the other Colonies with Jamaica. One would suppose Lord North would not be quite so bitter, but he said in a recent speech that America must be made to fear the king; that he should go on with the king's plan until we were prostrate at his feet.”

”Not much will we get down on our knees to him,” said Peter Bushwick.

”Since the war with France, to carry on which the Colonies contributed their full share, the throne isn't feared quite as much as it was.

Americans are not in the habit of prostrating themselves.”

Captain Mackintosh once more broke into a song.