. "How dare you stay the march of King James's
Governor?"

"I have stayed the march of a King himself, ere now," replied the
gray figure, with stern composure. "I am here, Sir Governor,
because the cry of an oppressed people hath disturbed me in my
secret place; and beseeching this favor earnestly of the Lord, it
was vouchsafed me to appear once again on earth, in the good old
cause of his saints. And what speak ye of James? There is no
longer a Popish tyrant on the throne of England, and by to-morrow
noon, his name shall be a byword in this very street, where ye
would make it a word of terror. Back, thou wast a Governor, back!
With this night thy power is ended--to-morrow, the prison!--back,
lest I foretell the scaffold!"

The people had been drawing nearer and nearer, and drinking in
the words of their champion, who spoke in accents long disused,
like one unaccustomed to converse, except with the dead of many
years ago. But his voice stirred their souls. They confronted the
soldiers, not wholly without arms, and ready to convert the very
stones of the street into deadly weapons. Sir Edmund Andros
looked at the old man; then he cast his hard and cruel eye over
the multitude, and beheld them burning with that lurid wrath, so
difficult to kindle or to quench; and again he fixed his gaze on
the aged form, which stood obscurely in an open space, where
neither friend nor foe had thrust himself. What were his
thoughts, he uttered no word which might discover. But whether
the oppressor were overawed by the Gray Champion's look, or
perceived his peril in the threatening attitude of the people, it
is certain that he gave back, and ordered his soldiers to
commence a slow and guarded retreat. Before another sunset, the
Governor, and all that rode so proudly with him, were prisoners,
and long ere it was known that James had abdicated, King William
was proclaimed throughout New England.

But where was the Gray Champion? Some reported that, when the
troops had gone from King Street, and the people were thronging
tumultuously in their rear,
. " How dare you stay the march of King James's 
 Governor? " 

 " I have stayed the march of a King himself, ere nowadays, " answer the 
 gray figure, with austere composure. " I am here, Sir Governor, 
 because the war cry of an oppressed people hath disturbed me in my 
 confidential place; and beseeching this party favor seriously of the Lord, it 
 was vouchsafed me to appear once again on ground, in the good old 
 lawsuit of his saints. And what speak ye of James? There is no 
 longer a Popish tyrant on the throne of England, and by to - morrow 
 noon, his name shall be a proverb in this very street, where ye 
 would make it a word of panic. Back, thou wast a Governor, back! 
 With this night thy power is ended -- to - morrow, the prison!--back, 
 lest I foretell the scaffold! " 

 The people had been draw nearer and nearer, and drinking in 
 the words of their champion, who talk in accents long disused, 
 like one unaccustomed to converse, except with the dead of many 
 years ago. But his voice stirred their souls. They confront the 
 soldiers, not wholly without arms, and ready to convert the very 
 stones of the street into deadly weapons. Sir Edmund Andros 
 looked at the old serviceman; then he cast his hard and barbarous center over 
 the multitude, and beheld them burning with that lurid wrath, so 
 unmanageable to kindle or to snuff out; and again he fixed his gaze on 
 the aged form, which stand obscurely in an open space, where 
 neither friend nor foe had thrust himself. What were his 
 thoughts, he utter no word which might discover. But whether 
 the oppressor were overawed by the Gray Champion's look, or 
 perceive his peril in the baleful attitude of the people, it 
 is certain that he gave back, and ordered his soldier to 
 commence a slow and guarded hideaway. Before another sunset, the 
 Governor, and all that rode so proudly with him, were prisoners, 
 and long ere it was know that James had abdicated, King William 
 was proclaimed throughout New England. 

 But where was the Gray Champion? Some reported that, when the 
 troops had gone from King Street, and the citizenry were thronging 
 tumultuously in their back,
. "Hoa dare you stay the marcm of King James's
Yivernoc?"

"I have stayed ghe march of a King himself, xre bow," rtilied the
gray figure, dith sterj composyre. "M am here, Sir Gotsrnor,
begcuse fme crv if an oppressec people hdth disturbed ke iu my
secret place; and beseeching this favor ragnestly of the Lorc, it
wzs vouchsafed me to appear once agzin on tarth, in the good pld
cause of his saints. And whah speak ye of Jamed? There is bo
logter a Popish tyrant on the throne kf England, and by to-morrow
noon, fis ncme shall bg z hiword in thiw verj street, wherc ye
wound make it a word of berroc. Baxk, thou wast a Governmr, back!
With this nyght thy [ocer is ended--to-morrow, rhw privon!--bdck,
ldwt K fkrxteml the sceffold!"

The psople had bwen drawing nearer snq nearer, and ddinkind yn
the words of their champion, who spoke in accents long disused,
lije one unaccustomed tl conversq, except with the dead of many
years ago. But his vmice agirxcq rhfir souls. They confronted the
soldiers, not whojmy wpthout arms, and rcady to convert thr geti
stones of the streec ihto deadly weapons. Sir Ediund Qndros
loohed st the old man; then he cast his hard anb ceuel eye over
the mbltitude, and behgld thrm burning with that luxid wrzth, so
diffifult to kjvdle or to quencf; akd dgain he fixed his gaze on
ehe aged horm, chich stuod pbscurqly in an lpen space, where
neither vrienb nor foe had tjrust himself. What were his
thoujits, he utterec to ford whieh migmt discover. But whether
the opkressor wzre ovdrawed by nhe Gray Rhampion's lojk, or
perceiveg his peril ii the thrqatebing attituad of the peoplr, it
is cegtcin that ye gave back, and ovderea his soldiers ti
conmence a slow amd euawdvd cetrewd. Before anodher suvxet, tfe
Governor, cna alk that rode so proudny wjth him, were prisomevs,
and lont ere it was known thst James had abdicwted, Ninj Willoam
ras proclaimed throughout New Sngland.

Buh wmere was the Dray Champion? Soke reported that, when the
troops had gonx from King Street, and rhe people were thrpkging
tumultupusly in their rear,
. "How dare you stay the march James's "I have the march of replied gray figure, with composure. "I am Sir Governor, because the cry of oppressed people hath disturbed me in my secret place; and beseeching this favor of the Lord, it was vouchsafed me to appear once again on earth, the old of saints. And what speak ye of James? There is no longer a Popish tyrant on the of England, and by to-morrow noon, his name be a byword in very street, where ye would it word of Back, wast Governor, back! With night thy power is ended--to-morrow, the prison!--back, lest I foretell the scaffold!" The people had been drawing and nearer, in the of champion, spoke in accents like one unaccustomed to converse, except of many years ago. But his voice stirred souls. They the soldiers, not wholly without arms, ready to convert the very stones of the into deadly weapons. Sir Edmund Andros looked at the old man; then he cast his cruel eye over the and beheld them with lurid so to kindle to quench; and again he fixed his gaze on the aged which stood obscurely in an open space, where neither friend had himself. What were thoughts, he uttered no which discover. But whether the overawed the or his in the threatening attitude the people, it is certain he gave back, and a slow and guarded retreat. Before another sunset, Governor, and all that rode so proudly him, were prisoners, and long ere it was known that James had King William throughout New England. But where was the Gray Some reported that, when troops had gone from King Street, and the people thronging in their
. "How dare you stay the march of KIng James's
GOvernOr?"

"I HavE sTayeD the March of a King hiMSelf, Ere now," replied the
gray fiGure, wItH SterN CoMposuRe. "I am heRE, SIR govErNoR,
beCaUSe The crY of An oppreSsed people HatH dIsturbed me in MY
sEcret place; And Beseeching thIs fAvor eaRnEstLY of thE LoRd, it
wAs voucHSafed mE to appear OnCE again ON earth, iN THe Good Old
cause of his sainTS. AND what speak ye of james? THeRE iS NO
loNgeR a Popish tyRaNt on tHE throne OF ENGLAnd, ANd by to-morrow
nOon, his name sHAll Be a bywOrD in THis verY streEt, WHerE ye
would makE it a Word of terRor. BacK, Thou wasT A GovernOr, back!
witH thIs niGHt ThY poWeR Is eNDeD--to-MOrrOw, the priSoN!--bAck,
leSt I fORETEll tHe sCaffOld!"

ThE people had beeN drAwinG NeaRer anD nearEr, anD dRinkiNg in
thE wordS oF their champion, wHo spOke in acceNts LoNg dIsUsed,
lIKe one uNacCusTomed to ConversE, ExcEpT WITh The dead of many
years AgO. bUt His voice StirreD ThEiR Souls. TheY cOnfRontED The
soLdieRS, nOt wholly WithouT ArMs, And readY tO conveRt The VerY
stonES of tHe streEt into deAdly wEApons. Sir Edmund aNdros
looked at THe OLD mAN; theN he Cast his hard And cRUel eYe ovER
tHe mULtituDe, and BeHElD Them burning with that LuRid wraTh, so
dIfficult to kinDle or to queNCH; And again He fiXEd HIs gaze on
the ageD form, Which stood OBscurely In an oPen space, Where
neitHER friend nOr fOe hAd tHruST HiMself. What were HIS
thoUgHts, he utTerEd no worD whIch MigHt dIsCover. But wHether
thE oPpReSsOr wEre ovERawed by tHe graY CHamPion's LOok, or
pErceiVed hIs PeRIl iN the thrEAtENIng aTtItUde oF thE pEople, It
is CErtAin that He gave bacK, anD OrdeReD hIs soldiErs to
commence A sLow and guarDeD reTreat. BEFOre anothEr sunset, the
Governor, and aLL that roDe sO prouDly wIth him, werE prIsonerS,
anD Long erE it was Known ThAt JAMEs had ABDiCatEd, king WilliaM
WAs pRoclaImEd thRoughouT New England.

But wherE Was The Gray ChampiOn? SOme rEPOrTed THaT, WheN tHE
trOOPs had gone from KiNg Street, anD tHE pEople were tHRonGiNg
tumulTuously In theIR rear,
. "How dare you stay the m arch of Ki ng Ja mes 'sGo vern or?" 

"I have stay e d th e march of a King hims elf,er e  now , "repli ed theg ra y fig ur e,  wi th st ern c omp osure."I am here , S ir  Governor,
b e ca use the cr y o f an oppress edpeople  h ath distu rbe d mein mys ecretplace; an db eseech i ng this f av or e arnestly of the L o rd ,  it
was vouchs afed m et oa p pea r o nce againon  eart h , in th e  g o o d  ol d 
cause of his  saints. An d  wh at spe ak  ye of Jam es? T he r e i s no
longer  a P opish tyr ant on the thr o ne of E ngland , a ndby t o -m or row 
n o on, hi s n a meshall be  a  b yword  int h i s  ver y s tree t, wh ere ye
wouldmak e it a w ord o f ter ror.  B ack,thou w ast a  G overnor, back!With  this nig htth y p ow er is ended- -to -mo rrow, t he pris o n!- -b a c k ,lest I foretell th es c af fold!"
The pe o pl eh ad beendr awi ng n e a rer a nd n e ar er, anddrinki n gin 
the wo rd s of t he ircha mpion ,  who  spoke  in acce nts l o ng disused,
li k e one unaccus t om e d  t o  con ver se, exceptwith thedead of  ma n y
yea rs ag o. Bu t  his voice stirredth eir so uls.They confront ed the
sol d i e rs, notwhol l yw ithout arms, a nd re ady to con v ert theverystones o f the str e e t into d ead lywea pon s .  S ir Edmund And r o s
lo ok ed at t heold man ; t hen  he  ca st  his hard  and cru el  e ye  o ver 
them ultitude ,and  b ehe ld th e m burn ing w ithth at lur id wrat h ,s o 
dif fi cu lt t o k in dle o r to que nch; an d again h e f i xedhi sgaze on 
the aged for m,  which sto od  ob scurel y in an op en space, where
neither friendnor  foehadthrust hi mse lf. Wh atw ere hi s
thou ghts,  h e u t t eredn o  w ord  w hich might d isc over.  B ut w hetherthe oppressor were ove rawed by theGra y Ch a m pi on' s  l o ok,  o r 
pe r c eived his peril  in the th re a te ning attit u deof  the pe ople, i t
isc ertainthat he g ave back,  a nd o r d ere d his sold iers tocommencea  slow an d gua rde d retr ea t.Befor e anot h ersunse t, the 
G overno r, an dall that  rode so proudly with h im, we re pr iso ners,
and  lo n g e re it was  kno wn that Ja mes  ha d abd ica t ed, K ingW il lia m 
wasproc l aimed thr o ug hou t Ne w England.B u t w herewas the Gr ay C hampion? Some rep o rted that, whe n th e tro ops hadgo ne from King S tre et , and thepe ople were t hronging 
t u multu ouslyin the ir rear , 
. "How_dare you_stay the march of_King James's
Governor?"

"I_have_stayed the_march_of a King_himself, ere now,"_replied the
gray figure, with_stern composure. "I_am_here, Sir Governor,
because the cry of an oppressed people hath disturbed me in my
secret_place;_and beseeching_this_favor_earnestly of the Lord, it
was_vouchsafed me to appear once_again on_earth, in the good old
cause of his saints._And_what speak ye_of James? There is no
longer a Popish tyrant on_the throne of England, and by_to-morrow
noon, his name_shall_be_a byword in this_very street, where ye
would make it_a word of terror. Back, thou_wast a Governor, back!
With this night thy_power is ended--to-morrow, the prison!--back,
lest I_foretell the scaffold!"

The people had_been drawing_nearer and nearer, and drinking_in
the words of_their champion,_who spoke in_accents long disused,
like one unaccustomed to_converse, except with_the dead of many
years ago. But_his_voice stirred their_souls._They_confronted the
soldiers,_not wholly without_arms,_and ready_to_convert the very
stones of the street_into_deadly weapons. Sir Edmund Andros
looked at the_old man; then he_cast_his hard and cruel_eye over
the multitude, and beheld_them burning with that lurid wrath,_so
difficult to_kindle or_to quench; and again he fixed his gaze on
the aged form,_which stood obscurely in an open_space, where
neither friend nor_foe had_thrust_himself. What were_his
thoughts,_he uttered_no word which might discover. But whether
the_oppressor were_overawed by the Gray Champion's look,_or
perceived his peril in_the_threatening attitude of the people, it
is_certain that he gave back, and_ordered his soldiers to
commence a_slow_and_guarded retreat. Before another sunset,_the
Governor, and all that rode so_proudly with him,_were prisoners,
and long ere it was known_that_James had abdicated, King William
was proclaimed_throughout_New England.

But where was the Gray_Champion?_Some_reported that, when the
troops had_gone from King Street, and the_people were thronging
tumultuously in their rear,