
The Prison-Door
"A throng of bearded men, in sad-coloured garments and gray, steeple-crowned
hats, intermixed with women, some wearing hoods, and others bareheaded,
was assembled in front of a wooden edifice, the door of which was heavily
timbered with oak, and studded with iron spikes.
The founders of the new colony, whatever Utopia of human virtue and happiness
they might originally project, have invariably recognised it among their earliest
practical necessities to allot a portion of the virgin soil as a cemetery, and
another portion as the site of a prison. In accordance with this rule, it may
safely be assumed that the forefathers of Boston had built the first prison-house,
somewhere in the vicinity of Cornhill, almost as seasonably as they marked out
the first burial-ground, on Isaac Johnson's lot, and round about his grave, which
subsequently became the nucleus of all the congregated sepulchres in the old
churchyard of King's Chapel."
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