Mark and Phillis, killed their master by poisoning him. (They only caught them because they stole the arsenic. Pity they didn’t know how to do it with mushrooms). They was dragged through Cambridge Commons and executed right outside these gates of Harvard. Everyone gathered to watch. Mark was hanged to death. But poor Phillis, she was old enough to be a grandmother, she was burned alive at the stake. Her smoke blew right through the Yard. Ten autumns since, and when the leaves turn, I can still smell her burning.
