here a sharp ride over Lincoln Street will take us into the village about dusk.   Until within twenty years this street only extended west a short distance beyond Crow-Point Lane, and the first settlers who laid it out called it BROAD-COVE STREET.   It runs along the northerly base of SQUIRREL HILL, near its junction with Crow-Point Lane.   The view from this hill almost equals that from Otis Hill.   At the foot of Squirrel Hill were formerly CLAY PITS, where there were brick kilns.
   The name of Broad-Cove Street was changed to Lincoln Street in honor of Major-General Benjamin Lincoln, of the army of the Revolution.   The GENERAL LINCOLN MANSION, on the corner of this and North Streets, is still occupied by his descendants.   A portion of it is upwards of two hundred and twenty years old.
   About a dozen years since it became necessary to construct a sewer on Main Street, to relieve the part of the road south of the Old Meeting-House of surplus surface water.   The line of this sewer was laid out so as to run along in front of the hill upon which stands the Derby Academy; a part of which hill, as elsewhere stated, was cut down, and the roadway lowered to the present level.   The rising ground thus removed was part of the burial-hill, and Main Street here passes over where the edge of the slope originally was.
   Upon digging to build this sewer several skeletons were unearthed, which were identified as those of the Acadian prisoners who died in Hingham; for a number of those unhappy exiles were sent here after their expatriation.   Some of them lived for a time in a small one-story house which stood on Broad-Cove Street, on land which is now the southeast corner of Lincoln Street and Burditt Avenue.   In this house also were quartered, early in the Revolutionary War, Lieutenant Haswell and his young daughter, who was afterwards the celebrated Mrs. Rowson.   Mr. Haswell was a British officer, and collector of the customs at Hull, for the King.   He was for some time a prisoner-of-war in Hingham and elsewhere.
   On Lincoln Street, at the easterly side of the road, and at the summit of the hill north of Fountain Square, stands a large, old-fashioned house which was, sixty years since, WILDER'S TAVERN, and yet earlier, THE ANDREWS TAVERN.   There used to be a post in front of the porch, on which was a large golden ball.

   Another crisp, bright October morning,—

and what could be finer than this for further explorations among the landmarks?   Let us start, therefore, in the direction of the WEST END.   The house next west of the General Lincoln mansion was in old times SETH CUSHING'S INN.   Going up North