Grandfather paused a moment, and smiled, as if he had something very interesting to tell his auditors.  He then proceeded: 

“And now, Laurence,—­now, Clara,—­now, Charley,—­now, my dear little Alice,—­what chair do you think had been placed in the council chamber, for old Governor Bradstreet to take his seat in?  Would you believe that it was this very chair in which grandfather now sits, and of which he is telling you the history?”

“I am glad to hear it, with all my heart!” cried Charley, after a shout of delight.  “I thought Grandfather had quite forgotten the chair.”

“It was a solemn and affecting sight,” said Grandfather, “when this venerable patriarch, with his white beard flowing down upon his breast, took his seat in his Chair of State.  Within his remembrance, and even since his mature age, the site where now stood the populous town, had been a wild and forest-covered peninsula.  The province, now so fertile, and spotted with thriving villages, had been a desert wilderness.  He was surrounded by a shouting multitude, most of whom had been born in the country which he had helped to found.  They were of one generation, and he of another.  As the old man looked upon them, and beheld new faces everywhere, he must have felt that it was now time for him to go, whither his brethren had gone before him.”

“Were the former governors all dead and gone?” asked Laurence.

“All of them,” replied Grandfather.  “Winthrop had been dead forty years.  Endicott died, a very old man, in 1665.  Sir Henry Vane was beheaded in London, at the beginning of the reign of Charles the Second.  And Haynes, Dudley, Bellingham and Leverett, who had all been governors of Massachusetts, were now likewise in their graves.  Old Simon Bradstreet was the sole representative of that departed brotherhood.  There was no other public man remaining to connect the ancient system of government and manners with the new system, which was about to take its place.  The era of the Puritans was now completed.”

“I am sorry for it,” observed Laurence; “for, though they were so stern, yet it seems to me that there was something warm and real about them.  I think, Grandfather, that each of these old governors should have his statue set up in our State House, sculptured out of the hardest of New England granite.”

“It would not be amiss, Laurence,” said Grandfather; “but perhaps clay, or some other perishable material, might suffice for some of their successors.  But let us go back to our chair.  It was occupied by Governor Bradstreet from April, 1689, until May, 1692.  Sir William Phips then arrived in Boston, with a new charter from King William, and a commission to be governor.”

Chapter X

“And what became of the chair,” inquired Clara.

“The outward aspect of our chair,” replied Grandfather, “was now somewhat the worse for its long and arduous services.  It was considered hardly magnificent enough to be allowed to keep its place in the council chamber of Massachusetts.  In fact, it was banished as an article of useless lumber.  But Sir William Phips happened to see it and being much pleased with its construction, resolved to take the good old chair into his private mansion.  Accordingly, with his own gubernatorial hands, he repaired one of its arms, which had been slightly damaged”.