a handkerchief of considerable bigness, and also ran down upon my clothes and upon my horse’s mane.”  He charged it upon English.  These depositions were sworn to in Court, in August, 1692, and January, 1693.  How they got there does not appear, as English was never brought to trial.  All that relates to Mr. English and his wife may be despatched at this point.  On the 6th of May, a warrant was procured at Boston, “To the marshal-general, or his lawful deputy,” to apprehend Philip English wherever found within the jurisdiction, and convey him to the “custody of the marshal of Essex.”  Jacob Manning, a deputy-marshal, delivered him to the marshal of Essex on the 30th of May; and he was brought before the magistrates on the next day, and, after examination, committed to prison.  He and his wife effected their escape from jail, and found refuge in New York until the proceedings were terminated, when they returned to Salem, and continued to reside here.  She survived the shock given by the accusation, the danger to which she had been exposed, and the sufferings of imprisonment, but a short time.  They occupied the highest social position.  He was a merchant, conducting an extensive business, and had a large estate; owning fourteen buildings in the town, a wharf, and twenty-one sail of vessels.  His dwelling-house, represented in the frontispiece of this volume, stood until a recent period, and is remembered by many of us.  Its site was on the southern side of Essex Street, near its termination; comprising the area between English and Webb Streets.  It must have been a beautiful situation; commanding at that time a full, unobstructed view of the Beverly and Marblehead shores, and all the waters and points of land between them.  The mansion was spacious in its dimensions, and bore the marks of having been constructed in the best style of elegance, strength, and finish.  It was indeed a curious and venerable specimen of the domestic architecture of its day.  A first-class house then; in its proportions, arrangements, and attachments, it would compare well with first-class houses now.  Mrs. English was a lady of eminent character and culture.  Traditions to this effect have come down with singular uniformity through all the old families of the place.  She was the only child of Richard Hollingsworth, and inherited his large property.  The Rev. William Bentley, D.D., in his “Description of Salem,” and whose daily life made him conversant with all that relates to the locality of Mrs. English’s residence, says that the officer came to apprehend her in the evening, after she had retired to rest.  He was admitted by the servants, and read his warrant in her bedchamber.  Guards were placed around the house.  To be accused by the afflicted children was then regarded as certain death.  “In the morning,” says Bentley, “she attended the devotions of her family, kissed her children with great composure, proposed her plan for their education, took leave of them, and then told the officer she