man passed away without knowing that once more he had done poor
Burgess a wrong. The old wife died that night.
The last of the sacred Nineteen had fallen a prey to the fiendish
sack; the town was stripped of the last rag of its ancient glory.
Its mourning was not showy, but it was deep.
By act of the Legislature–upon prayer and petition–Hadleyburg was
allowed to change its name to (never mind what–I will not give it
away), and leave one word out of the motto that for many generations
had graced the town’s official seal.
It is an honest town once more, and the man will have to rise early
that catches it napping again.