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THE BOSTON TEA-SHIPS
"Oh thou, that sendest out the man
To rule by land or sea,
Strong mother of a Lion-line,
Be proud of these strong sons of thine
Who wrench'd their rights from thee."
 THE year 1759 was a year of victory for England. By the triumph at Plassey Clive had founded the Indian Empire.
"With the victory of Wolfe on the Heights of Abraham began the history of the United States;" while Hawke's
defeat of the French ships at Quiberon showed the growing strength of the English on the seas.
"We are forced to ask every morning what victory there is," laughed an English statesman, "for fear of missing
The year 1762 found peace between England and France, but an unsatisfactory state of things arising beyond the
seas in America.
It had cost England very large sums of money to save her colonies from the French. She now demanded those
colonies, growing yearly in wealth and prosperity, to help to pay for the war. The colonies were quite willing
to do this: they would pay a voluntary sum, but not a sum extracted by means of taxation. England did not
understand the spirit of her colonies at this time, and she
 passed the famous Stamp Act, charging certain stamp-duties in the colonies.
The news that the Stamp Act had actually been passed in England was received in America by a storm of
indignation. The colonists denied that the mother country had any right to tax them. Bells were tolled, ships
in the harbour flew their flags half-mast high, shops were shut, for it seemed as though the liberty of the
American colonies were dead.
Men denounced it openly. "Caesar," cried one in a voice of thunder, "had his Brutus, Charles the First had his
Cromwell, and George the Third——"
"Treason! treason!" shouted his hearers.
The young colonist paused.
"George the Third," he finished, "may profit by their example."
A distinguished American, Benjamin Franklin, went to England to protest against the Stamp Act.
"What will be the consequences of this Act?" the English asked him.
"A total loss of the respect and affection the people of America bear to this country, and of all the commerce
that depends on that respect and affection," he answered firmly.
"Do you think the people of America would submit to a moderated Stamp Act?" they asked him again.
 "No, never!" he cried with emphasis; "never, unless compelled by force of arms."
For the first time in their history the colonies united in the face of a common danger. The colonists held a
great Congress. Each colony was represented, and they resolved to resist the Stamp Act.
England was startled by the news: it called Pitt to the front again. He understood the American colonies; he
knew the value of their friendship, the danger of their separation. He had been ill when the Stamp Act was
passed. Now his old eloquence burst forth again.
"This kingdom has no right to lay a tax on the colonies," he cried. "America is obstinate; America is almost in
open rebellion. Sir, I rejoice that America has resisted. Three millions of people so dead to all feelings of
liberty as voluntarily to submit to be slaves would have been fit instruments to make slaves of the rest."
His words carried conviction: the Stamp Act was repealed.
In America the news was received with enthusiasm. Bells were rung, bonfires blazed forth, loyal addresses to
the King of England were sent across the seas. The quarrel seemed to be at an end.
And the colonies had learnt something of the strength of their union.
The Stamp Act had been repealed, but England
 reserved the right of regulating American trade by imposing duties upon merchandise imported into the colonies.
Discontent again arose; and when, in 1773, a duty on tea was levied, the colonies were ablaze with indignation.
They declared that England had no right to enforce a tea-duty, and they refused to receive the tea.
It was the morning of Thursday, December 16, 1773—one of the most momentous days in the history of the world.
Seven thousand persons were gathered in the streets of Boston. One of the English tea-ships rode at anchor off
Boston harbour and the citizens of the town refused to land the tea unless the duty were repealed. A watch of
twenty-five colonists guarded the wharf by day and night, sentinels were placed at the top of the church
belfries, post-riders were ready with horses saddled and bridled, beacon fires were prepared on every hill-top,
should the English use force to land their tea. There was a law that every ship must land its cargo within
twenty days of its arrival. At sunrise on December 17 the twenty days would have expired. The English ship
still lay at anchor with her cargo on board. Would she sail home again, or would her sailors fight?
It was late in the afternoon of the 16th. The crowds waited on into the dusky evening to see what would happen.
The old meeting-house was dimly lit with candles, where an important conclave was being held.
 "This meeting can do no more to save the country," said a voice amid profound silence.
It was the watchword appointed by the men of Boston to use force. Suddenly a war-whoop was heard through the
silent air, and fifty men, disguised as Indians, ran quickly towards the wharf. They were men of standing,
wealth, and good repute in the Commonwealth, but in gaudy feathers and paint, with tomahawks, scalping-knives,
and pistols. They alarmed the English captains not a little. They quickly cut open the chests of tea on board
and emptied the contents of each into the sea. By nine o'clock that evening no less than 342 chests of tea had
thus been treated, while the vast crowds of colonists looked down on the strange scene in the clear frosty
Next morning the salted tea, driven by wind and wave, lay in long rows along the coast of Massachusetts, while
citizens, booted and spurred, were riding post-haste to Philadelphia with the news of Boston's action.
America had at last thrown down the gauntlet for the mother country to pick up.
The great Revolution had begun.