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；〃 remarked Mr。 Clagett； as he twitched off the table…cloth and wrecked the tea…things。
In his official capacity he was a relentless prosecutor。 The noun Clagett speedily turned itself into a verb； 〃to Clagett〃 meant 〃to prosecute；〃 they were convertible terms。 In spite of his industrious severity； and his royal emoluments； if such existed； the exchequer of the King's Attorney showed a perpetual deficit。 The stratagems to which he resorted from time to time in order to raise unimportant sums reminded one of certain scenes in Moliere's comedies。
Mr。 Clagett had for his ame damnee a constable of the town。 They were made for each other； they were two flowers with but a single stem； and this was their method of procedure： Mr。 Clagett dispatched one of his servants to pick a quarrel with some countryman on the street； or some sailor drinking at an inn： the constable arrested the sailor or the countryman； as the case might be； and hauled the culprit before Mr。 Clagett； Mr。 Clagett read the culprit a moral lesson； and fined him five dollars and costs。 The plunder was then divided between the conspiratorstwo hearts that beat as oneClagett； of course； getting the lion's share。 Justice was never administered in a simpler manner in any country。 This eminent legal light was extinguished in 1784； and the wick laid away in the little churchyard in Litchfield； New Hampshire。 It is a satisfaction； even after such a lapse of time； to know that Lettice survived the King's Attorney sufficiently long to be very happy with somebody else。 Lettice Mitchel was scarcely eighteen when she married Wyseman Clagett。
About eighty years ago； a witless fellow named Tilton seems to have been a familiar figure on the streets of the old town。 Mr。 Brewster speaks of him as 〃the well…known idiot； Johnny Tilton；〃 as if one should say； 〃the well…known statesman； Daniel Webster。〃 It is curious to observe how any sort of individuality gets magnified in this parochial atmosphere； where everything lacks perspective； and nothing is trivial。 Johnny Tilton does not appear to have had much individuality to start with； it was only after his head was cracked that he showed any shrewdness whatever。 That happened early in his unobtrusive boyhood。 He had frequently watched the hens flying out of the loft window in his father's stable； which stood in the rear of the Old Bell Tavern。 It occurred to Johnny； one day； that though he might not be as bright as other lads； he certainly was in no respect inferior to a hen。 So he placed himself on the sill of the window in the loft； flapped his arms； and took flight。 The New England Icarus alighted head downward； lay insensible for a while； and was henceforth looked upon as a mortal who had lost his wits。 Yet at odd moments his cloudiness was illumined by a gleam of intelligence such as had not been detected in him previous to his mischance。 As Polonius said of Hamletanother unstrung mortalTilton's replies had 〃a happiness that often madness hits on； which reason and sanity could not so prosperously be delivered of。〃 One morning； he appeared at the flour…mill with a sack of corn to be ground for the almshouse； and was asked what he knew。 〃Some things I know；〃 replied poor Tilton； 〃and some things I don't know。 I know the miller's hogs grow fat； but I don't know whose corn they fat on。〃 To borrow another word from Polonius； though this be madness； yet there was method in it。 Tilton finally brought up in the almshouse； where he was allowed the liberty of roaming at will through the town。 He loved the water…side as if he had had all his senses。 Often he was seen to stand for hours with a sunny； torpid smile on his lips； gazing out upon the river where its azure ruffles itself into silver against the islands。 He always wore stuck in his hat a few hen's feathers； perhaps with some vague idea of still associating himself with the birds of the air； if hens can come into that category。
George Jaffrey； third of the name； was a character of another complexion； a gentleman born； a graduate of Harvard in 1730； and one of His Majesty's Council in 1766a man with the blood of the lion and the unicorn in every vein。 He remained to the bitter end； and beyond； a devout royalist； prizing his shoe…buckles； not because they were of chased silver； but because they bore the tower mark and crown stamp。 He stoutly objected to oral prayer； on the ground that it gave rogues and hypocrites an opportunity to impose on honest folk。 He was punctilious in his attendance at church； and unfailing in his responses； though not of a particularly devotional temperament。 On one occasion； at least； his sincerity is not to be questioned。 He had been deeply irritated by some encroachments on the boundaries of certain estates； and had gone to church that forenoon with his mind full of the matter。 When the minister in the course of reading the service came to the apostrophe； 〃Cursed be he who removeth his neighbor's landmark；〃 Mr。 Jeffrey's feelings were too many for him； and he cried out 〃Amen！〃 in a tone of voice that brought smiles to the adjoining pews。
Mr。 Jaffrey's last will and testament was a whimsical document； in spite of the Hon。 Jeremiah Mason； who drew up the paper。 It had originally been Mr。 Jaffrey's plan to leave his possessions to his beloved friend； Colonel Joshua Wentworth； but the colonel by some maladroitness managed to turn the current of Pactolus in another direction。 The vast property was bequeathed to George Jaffrey Jeffries； the testator's grandnephew； on condition that the heir； then a lad of thirteen； should drop the name of Jeffries； reside permanently in Portsmouth； and adopt no profession excepting that of gentleman。 There is an immense amount of Portsmouth as well as George Jaffrey in that final clause。 George the fourth handsomely complied with the requirements； and dying at the age of sixty…six； without issue or assets； was the last of that particular line of Georges。 I say that he handsomely complied with the requirements of the will； but my statement appears to be subject to qualification； for on the day of his obsequies it was remarked of him by a caustic contemporary： 〃Well； yes； Mr。 Jaffrey was a gentleman by profession； but not eminent in his profession。〃
This modest exhibition of profiles； in which I have attempted to preserve no chronological sequence； ends with the silhouette of Dr。 Joseph Moses。
If Boston in the colonial days had her Mather Byles； Portsmouth had her Dr。 Joseph Moses。 In their quality as humorists； the outlines of both these gentlemen have become rather broken and indistinct。 〃A jest's prosperity lies in the ear that hears it。〃 Decanted wit inevitably loses its bouquet。 A clever repartee belongs to the precious moment in which it is broached； and is of a vintage that does not usually bear transportation。 Dr。 Moseshe received his diploma not from the College of Physicians； but from the circumstance of his having once drugged his private demijohn of rum； and so nailed an inquisitive negro named SamboDr。 Moses； as he was always called； had been handed down to us by tradition as a fellow of infinite jest and of most excellent fancy； but I must confess that I find his high spirits very much evaporated。 His humor expended itself； for the greater part； in practical pleasantrieslike that practiced on the minion Sambobut these diversions； however facetious to the parties concerned； lack magnetism for outsiders。 I discover nothing about him so amusing as the fact that he lived in a tan…colored little tenement； which was neither clapboarded nor shingled； and finally got an epidermis from the discarded shingles of the Old South Church when the roof of that edifice was repaired。
Dr。 Moses； like many persons of his time and class； was a man of protean employmentjoiner； barber； and what not。 No doubt he had much pithy and fluent conversation； all of which escapes us。 He certainly impressed the Hon。 Theodore Atkinson as a person of uncommon parts； for the Honorable Secretary of the Province； like a second Haroun Al Raschid； often summoned the barber to entertain him with his company。 One eveningand this is the only reproducible instance of the doctor's readinessMr。 Atkinson regaled his guest with a diminutive glass of choice Madeira。 The doctor regarded it against the light with the half…closed eye of the connoisseur； and after sipping the molten topaz with satisfaction； inquired how old it was。 〃Of the vintage of about sixty years ago；〃 was the answer。 〃Well；〃 said the doctor reflectively； 〃I never in my life saw so small a thing of such an age。〃 There are other mots of his on record； but their faces are suspiciously familiar。 In fact； all the witty things were said aeons ago。 If one nowadays perpetrates an original joke； one immediately afterward finds it in the Sanskirt。 I am afraid that Dr。 Joseph Moses has no very solid claims on us。 I have given him place here because he has long had the reputation of a wit； which is almost as good as to be one。
VII。
PERSONAL REMINISCENCES
THE running of the first train over the Eastern Road from Boston to Portsmouthit took place somewhat more than forty years agowas attended by a serious accident。 The accident occurred in the crowded station at the Portsmouth terminus； and was