In the mean while Master Stavers had escaped through the stables in the rear.  He fled to Stratham, where he was given refuge by his friend William Pottle, a most appropriately named gentleman, who had supplied the hotel with ale.  The excitement blew over after a time, and Stavers was induced to return to Portsmouth.  He was seized by the Committee of Safety, and lodged in Exeter jail, when his loyalty, which had really never been very high, went down below zero; he took the oath of allegiance, and shortly after his released reopened the hotel.  The honest face of William Pitt appeared on the repentant sign, vice Earl of Halifax, ignominiously removed, and Stavers was himself again.  In the state records is the following letter from poor Noble begging for the enlargement of John Stavers:—­

Portsmouth, February 3, 1777.  To the Committee of Safety of the Town of Exeter:  Gentlemen,—­As I am informed that Mr. Stivers is in confinement in gaol upon my account contrary to my desire, for when I was at Mr. Stivers a fast day I had no ill nor ment none against the Gentleman but by bad luck or misfortune I have received a bad Blow but it is so well that I hope to go out in a day or two.  So by this gentlemen of the Committee I hope you will release the gentleman upon my account.  I am yours to serve.  Mark noble, A friend to my country.

From that period until I know not what year the Stavers House prospered.  It was at the sign of the William Pitt that the officers of the French fleet boarded in 1782, and hither came the Marquis Lafayette, all the way from Providence, to visit them.  John Hancock, Elbridge Gerry, Rutledge, and other signers of the Declaration sojourned here at various times.  It was here General Knox—­“that stalwart man, two officers in size and three in lungs”—­was wont to order his dinner, and in a stentorian voice compliment Master Stavers on the excellence of his larder.  One day—­it was at the time of the French Revolution—­Louis Philippe and his two brothers applied at the door of the William Pitt for lodgings; but the tavern was full, and the future king, with his companions, found comfortable quarters under the hospitable roof of Governor Langdon in Pleasant Street.

A record of the scenes, tragic and humorous, that have been enacted within this old yellow house on the corner would fill a volume.  A vivid picture of the social and public life of the old time might be painted by a skillful hand, using the two Earl of Halifax inns for a background.  The painter would find gay and sombre pigments ready mixed for his palette, and a hundred romantic incidents waiting for his canvas.  One of these romantic episodes has been turned to very pretty account by Longfellow in the last series of The Tales of a Wayside Inn—­the marriage of Governor Benning Wentworth with Martha Hilton, a sort of second edition of King Cophetua and the Beggar Maid.