did not happen to me to be born in a log cabin, but my older brothers and sisters were born in a log cabin, raised among the snow-drifts of New Hampshire, at a period so early that when the smoke rose from its rude chimney and curled over the frozen hills, there was no similar evidence of a white man's habitation between it and the settlements on the rivers of Canada."
the army when news came of the birth of Daniel. Calling to his nephew, he said, "Here, Stephen, I have another boy at home; get a gallon of rum, and we will be merry." This, of course, was long be fore temperance days, when even good Christians thought it no harm to use stimulants. The son has alluded to his father's fine personal appearance. He was
WEBSTER'S HOUSE AT MARSHFIELD. (Destroyed by fire, 1878.)
All his life he remained poor, and, as is well known, was obliged to mortgage his farm to educate his children. Yet he was always honored, respected, and useful, oc cupying such positions as state representa tive and senator, member of the Consti tutional Convention, and judge of the Court of Common Pleas. He was a Christian, too, and active in the affairs of his church. He was with Stark at Bennington, and served during the whole of the Revolu tionary War, first as captain, and pro moted to be colonel in 1784. He was in
tall, dark, stout, with keen black eyes and a powerful voice, all characteristics of his son Daniel. The first wife of Ebenczer Webster died in March, 1774, and soon after he went to his old home on a visit. A lady friend said to him, "Why do you not get married again?" " I would," he replied, "if I knew the right one." " I can tell you," she said, "one who will just suit you; about as black as you are, Abigail Eastman of Salisbury." She gave him a letter of introduction, and he mounted his horse for Salisbury. Reach
