Harrington died in 1854 at the great age of ninety-eight; he was a fifer-boy in Captain Parker's company.

In the early morning on the day of the fight his mother rapped on his bedroom door, calling, "Jonathan, Jonathan, get up; the British are coming, and something must be done." He got up and did his part with the others.

Men still living recall the old man; they heard the story of that memorable day from the lips of one who participated therein.
At the corner of Maple Street there is an elm planted in 1740.
On a little knoll at the left is the Monroe Tavern.

The square, two-storied frame structure which remains is the older portion of the inn as it was in those days.

It was the head-quarters of Lord Percy; and it is said that an inoffensive old man who served the soldiers with liquor in the small bar-room was killed when he tried to get away by a rear door.