LULLED in the countless chambers of the brain, Childhood's loved group revisits every scene, When o'er the landscape Time's meek twilight steals! PREFACE. I HAVE not stretched this "simple story of Newport life, manners, and customs to the length which it might have reached, if I had chosen; because I felt that ample justice to my subject could be done within narrower limits, and that a less pretentious volume might attain a more extensive circulation, and so prove more useful to my native town, not merely now, but in years to come. Had Newport remained stationary as when I left it sixty years ago, I might never have thought of reviving in order the events, &c, which are herein described: but it having become literally a watering-place, viz. a summer residence for fashionables, it occurred to me, that I might profitably unlock the storehouse of memory, and give such a familiar narrative of "olden time" as would prove acceptable in old homesteads and to new-comers; and I now sub |