Concord, as if it were restless in its bed and would fain turn over, were troubled with flatulency and had dreams; or I was waked by the cracking of the ground by the frost, as if some one had driven a team against my door, and in the morning would find a crack in the earth a quarter of a mile long and a third of an inch wide.
Not long since I read his epitaph in the old Lincoln burying- ground, a little on one side, near the unmarked graves of some British grenadiers who fell in the retreat from Concord -- where he is styled " Sippio