Cape. You may hear traditions upon traditions of the wreck of the Quidah pirate and of the Somerset man-of-war.

You will find a little odd

remnant of the recollections of the fisheries and privateering. You will come back glad that you have been to Cape Cod, and sorry that you cannot stay there longer.

Another good centre would be Worcester, "the heart of the Commonwealth," as I said just now. An Englishman named Samuel Slater, in what is now Pawtucket in Rhode Island, really established the cotton manufacture of

America. In time the Cabots were before him at Beverly. Slater came up to Worcester one day, it must have been in the thirties of the last century, and young Pliny Merrick said to him, "We shall never have any large factories in Worcester, because we have but little water-power

here." Mr. Slater replied: "Mr. Merrick, you will live to see the day when Worcester needs ali the water in its Mill Brook to feed the steamengines which will be running in this valley." His prophecy was long since true, for they had to build the great reservoir up in their hills to feed their steam-engines, the locomotives among the rest.

I have said twenty times in print and elsewhere that Worcester, which was once my home, is a Western town in the heart of New England; and this is still true. Here are the old New England dignities, even conventionalities and etiquettes, and here is the "run-with-the-machine" and "get-out-of-the-way-boy" of a great Western city. I do not think they know themselves how many nationalities are here. I do not say how many Swedish churches there are, because they will build another while I am reading the proof. Armenians? Yes! French Canadians? Oh, yes, of course. And so on and so on. But still the old sturdy Worcester of Isaiah Thomas, when after the battle of Lexington he put his printing

press and his types into wagons in Boston, and, arriving three or four days after, printed the Massachusetts Spy in Worcester, which he and his have printed from that day to this year. Ah! there were many of the antislavery years

THE WAYSIDE INN, SUDBURY, MASS.
(Present Day.)

when the Spy was as another gospel to these Worcester County farmers.

The reader must let me stop, for another minute, to tell how the town came to be named Worcester. Governor Andros, whom we all hated be

cause he was James the Second's man, had to order a session of the General Court of Massachusetts. So they came together and they meant to do something before he prorogued them, as they knew he would do. What would be a good thing to do? Why, here is a petition from some settlers by Lake Quinsigamond who want to be made a township. Yes, we will charter them. And so we will show King James that we can create a town. And what shall we

name the town? We

will name it Worces

ter, because with

SENATOR HOAR.

Worcester in England Charles II got his worst thrashing, and ran away as fast as his horse would carry him, for his exile of nine years. Let him put that in his pipe and smoke it. There is a good deal of that sort of Worcester left. It is to