It was Commander-in-chief Washington's birthday, and it was Jeremy
Jagger's birthday.
General Washington was forty-four years old that birthday, a hundred
years ago. Jeremy Jagger was fourteen, and early in the morning of the
22d of February, 1776, the General and the lad were looking upon the
same bit of country, but from different positions. General George
Washington was reviewing his precious little army for the thousandth
time; the lad Jeremy was looking from a hill upon the camp at
Cambridge, and from thence across the River Charles over into Boston,
which city had, for many months, been held by the British soldiers.