I was born in the town in Lynn, Massachusetts, upon the twenty- second day of February, in the year 1855. Unlike most writers of similar memoirs, I shall cast no aspersions upon the indigent by stating that my parents were poor but honest. They were poor _and_ honest, as indeed, so far as I have been able to ascertain, have been all the Quibbles since the founder of the family came over on the good ship _Susan and Ellen_ in 1635, and, after marrying a lady's maid who had been his fellow passenger, settled in the township of Weston, built a mill, and divided his time equally between selling rum to the Indians and rearing a numerous progeny. My father, the Reverend Ezra Quibble, was, to be su…
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