After a moment of ineffectual vexation, I bethought me of several repositories in which I had seen portions of debris,—­leaves, covers, brazen bosses, and other membra disjecta; in one of these I might very probably find the missing pages.

I fumbled through half a dozen; did not find what I sought, but did find the aforesaid MS. I was interested at once by the close but clear penmanship, and by the date, February 29, 1651/2; for this day, by its numeral, would be in leap-year, according to old style, but not according to new.  How did they settle it?  I asked; and what was to determine for lovelorn maidens, whether they might or might not use the privilege of the year?

I returned to my desk, and sat down to read; and, as I remember, the heavy bell of the First Church, close by, just then struck eleven, and I listened with pleasure to the long, mellow cadence of the reverberations after each deliberate and solid stroke.

Beginning at the beginning, I read until past midnight.  The contents, after all, were not remarkable.  It was a collection of copies of papers relating to various matters of accounts and law, all pertaining to a certain Beardsley family, of high and ancient fame in the Colony, and afterwards in the State.  Somewhat beyond the middle, however, I lighted upon a document which attracted my more particular attention.  It was a transcript from the State Records, and, as the date showed, from a very early volume of them, now missing from the office of the Secretary of State.  It immediately occurred to me that this volume was strongly suspected to have been purloined by one Isaac Beardsley, an unscrupulous man, of some influence, who used, for amusement, to potter about in various antiquarian enterprises of no moment, but who had now been dead for some fifteen years.  I then also recollected that he had an only child, a graceless gallows-bird of a son, who broke his father’s heart, then wasted his substance in riotous living, and, after being long a disgrace and nuisance at home, had sunk out of sight amid the lowest strata of vice and crime in New York.

The document was a complaint to the “Generall Court” against “Goodman Joab Brice”—­the complainant being designated by the honorable prefix of “Mr.”—­“for y’t hee, the s’d Goodman Brice, had sayd in y’e hearing of” various persons mentioned, “and to the verry face of y’e s’d Mr. Isaac Beardslie, y’t y’e s’d Mr. Beardslie did grind y’e faces of the poor, and had served him, the s’d Brice, worse than anie Turk w’d serve his slaves; and this with fearfull and blasphemous curses, and prayres that God would return evill upon the heads of this complaynant and his children after him,” etc.