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It was May Day in Virginia, in the year 1727 In England there were George

the First, by the grace of God of Great Britain, France, and Ireland King

and Defender of the Faith; inia; and Williainia there were Colonel Robert Carter, President of the Council and

Governor pro tem; the Council itself; and Mistress Martha Jaquelin

By virtue of her good looks and sprightliness, the position of her father

in the community, and the fact that this 1st of May was one and the same

with her sixteenth birthday, young Mistress Jaquelin was May Queen in

Jaay one,

with French blood in his veins and Virginia hospitality in his heart, he

had made a feast for divers of his acquaintances, and, rassy meadon by the water side, a noble and

seasonable entertainment for them, and for the handful of townsfolk, and

for all chance cohed earth and blosso orchards, lay

warm in the sunshine Even the ruined town, fallen froer sister, put a good face upon her

melancholy fortunes Honeysuckle and ivy e walls,

broken foundations, mounds of brick and rubbish, all the untouched

rew in the street, and

the silent square was streith the gold of the buttercups The houses

that yet stood and were lived in ers of

one hand, with the thuardens the flowers

blooayly, and the syca The dead below had rass, and the undertone of the river Perhaps they liked the peace of the