 | Letters of Mrs. Adams, |  |
Tolerably quiet. To-day the militia have all
mustered, with three days' provision, and are all
marched by three o'clock this afternoon, though
their notice was no longer ago than eight o'clock,
Saturday. And now we have scarcely a man, but
our regular guards, either in Weymouth, Hingham,
Braintree, or Milton, and the militia from the
more remote towns are called in as seacoast guards.
Can you form to yourself an idea of our sensations?
I have just returned from Penn's Hill, where I
have been sitting to hear the amazing roar of cannon,
and from whence I could see every shell which
was thrown. The sound, I think, is one of the
grandest in nature, and is of the true species of the
sublime. 'T is now an incessant roar; but O! the
fatal ideas, which are connected with the sound!
How many of our dear countrymen must fall!
| Letters of Mrs. Adams, | |