Here, Sir John of Griswold whose sire bare thy father's banner, wherefore Griswold is ashes long since.

Eben Griswold, who lived at Greenfield, was nearer home than any of the others, and Lizzy, consequently, oftener at her grandfather's house than her cousins.

Somebody once said that Mrs. Griswold was "a lesser Providence," and Lizzy thought so now; for scarce were they all seated at dinner, when she remarked, in a very unconcerned and natural way, "What keeps John in Roxbury so long, father?" "He has business in Boston," curtly answered Mr. Griswold.