Athrongofbeardedmen,insad–colouredgarmentsandgreysteeple–crownedhats,inter–mixedwithwomen,somewearinghoods,andothersbareheaded,wasassembledinfrontofawoodenedifice,thedoorofwhichwasheavilytimberedwithoak,andstuddedwithironspikes. Thefoundersofanewcolony,whateverUtopiaofhumanvirtueandhappinesstheymightoriginallyproject,haveinvariablyrecognizeditamongtheirearliestpracticalnecessitiestoallotaportionofthevirginsoilasacemetery,andanotherportionasthesiteofaprison. InaccordancewiththisruleitmaysafelybeassumedthattheforefathersofBostonhadbuiltthefirstprison–housesomewhereintheVicinityofCornhill,almostasseasonablyastheymarkedoutthefirstburial–ground,onIsaacJohnson’slot,androundabouthisgrave,whichsubsequentlybecamethenucleusofallthecongregatedsepulchresintheoldchurchyardofKing’sChapel. Certainitisthat,somefifteenortwentyyearsafterthesettlementofthetown,thewoodenjailwasalreadymarkedwithweather–stainsandotherindicationsofage,whichgaveayetdarkeraspecttoitsbeetle–browedandgloomyfront. Therustontheponderousiron–workofitsoakendoorlookedmoreantiquethananythingelseintheNewWorld. Likeallthatpertainstocrime,itseemednevertohaveknownayouthfulera. Beforethisuglyedifice,andbetweenitandthewheel–trackofthestreet,wasagrass–plot,muchovergrownwithburdock,pig–weed,apple–pern,andsuchunsightlyvegetation,whichevidentlyfoundsomethingcongenialinthesoilthathadsoearlybornetheblackflowerofcivilisedsociety,aprison. Butononesideoftheportal,androotedalmostatthethreshold,wasawildrose–bush,covered,inthismonthofJune,withitsdelicategems,whichmightbeimaginedtooffertheirfragranceandfragilebeautytotheprisonerashewentin,andtothecondemnedcriminalashecameforthtohisdoom,intokenthatthedeepheartofNaturecouldpityandbekindtohim. Thisrose–bush,byastrangechance,hasbeenkeptaliveinhistory;butwhetherithadmerelysurvivedoutofthesternoldwilderness,solongafterthefallofthegiganticpinesandoaksthatoriginallyovershadowedit,orwhether,asthereisfarauthorityforbelieving,ithadsprungupunderthefootstepsofthesaintedAnnHutchinsonassheenteredtheprison–door,weshallnottakeuponustodetermine. Findingitsodirectlyonthethresholdofournarrative,whichisnowabouttoissuefromthatinauspiciousportal,wecouldhardlydootherwisethanpluckoneofitsflowers,andpresentittothereader. Itmayserve,letushope,tosymbolisesomesweetmoralblossomthatmaybefoundalongthetrack,orrelievethedarkeningcloseofataleofhumanfrailtyandsorrow.