Meigs County telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy [Ohio]) 1848-1859, 1859-11-08
, Tales for the RI,arincs.

periences during brief sojouin in our
Athenian village. He is particularly sa-
tlrical the subject ofcul tortuous streets.
as The sabjoined extract will show At
The same lime he displays the most aston
shing verdaney, being evidently ignorant
of the fact that it Is perfectly easy for
man TO end his way about Boston, proyi-
ded he has studied navigation, and steers
hy hart and compass, ....r ,g5
"ASked a Bostonian il he would be
kind enough to direct us the nearest way
to Haymarket Square Certainly
spoken rapidly and in hew'ldtring, un-
easy manner. Third streel-lerl-down-
cross-over four-spuares-ah? Which way
did you say?' Noanswer; for lie WAS gone.
lie had in directing us pointed toward no
particular street. The hrstsr we came
to after leaving him, We turned down, pro-
ceeded four squares, crossed over, then
into the very same street, which tve min
utes before we had walked out OF. Every
man appeared to hesitate as he pa> sed, evil
denlly being desirous Of asking question
or two, but recolecling that time Is dol
lars, went on again. .-, .e,s
Some wears ago, it is reated, a west
ern man lnst his wife and himself in the
streets of Boston, somewhat Strangely
The story is one of the legends of Boston.
at least the Undersigned says 1t is. A
western merchant and his wife came TO
Boston, and stopped al the New England
House. One day the gentleman went out;
answering his wife's query as 10 what
time he would return, with at noon.'---
Noon, night. morning passed, but he came
not. A week rolled by, but he appeared
not. Search WAS made, but no one knew
anything about the missing man; the peo-
pie had enougl. to do to find themselves.
The griri-stricken wife finally returned
home. Two, three, four yea's went ny,
and she REMARKED, having long before
counted her first beloved as among the
dead.
"There is at the present time singular
'unshaven, unsholn' being wandering
YEARLY through tue streets, and lnquiring
of any one who will listen 10 him, 'tlle way
to the New England House" The tone
in which he asks this is pi;eous sad, sup
plcaiug. And so he goes on liom day
to day. No one knows where he sleeps
or how he lives. The Undersigned spoke
to him, why don't YOU 90 TO the New
Enyland?' ....
" All, SIR said the poor fellow in
despairing way, 'Ah, sir, l can't. Let me
see, You ale stranger here, are you not?
"'Yes, we (lhe Undersigned replied.
$50 am l. and get stranger every
day. The more wander about the more
get lost. III didn't know he streets l
might get along better. All these people
who are going by are lost. Their friends
find them and take 'em home at night
".And who finds the triends?'
81 don't know. I've been walking
these streets these four years--these four
years
"Here he buttonholed passer by.
"'llease, sir. tel! me the way 10 the
New England House-l've important bu-
sness there--l--I-'
"The citizen smiled. shook his head,
and went on. The poor wanderer forgot
The Undersigned. and walked slowly on,
asking himself, 'Please tell me the way to
the New England House. Up one street
and down another, night and day, when
will this f,ui,less pilgrimage end? Alas!
with death only. He is the western mer-
chant who, four or five years ago it may
be known, left his wife, with the promise
Of being back a. noon. He WAS irredeem-
ably lost. These streets have crazrd him,
and never, never more will he find his ha-
ven If rest.
"There is another crazy man, some
times seen at Roxbuly, sometimes at
Sumervile, or Winter Hill. or up in that
eternal monument, who salutes everybody
With .a
I'm a stranger here, sir; | came here
a week since | am in search oi-"i---
. EIea.el Paine Can you tell me where he
lis, or where he can be found?'
"Wherev"r he goes lie asks for Eleazer
Paine. The Undersigned learned his
melancholy history. Some six months
ago he came to Boston, from Philadelphia
The second day after his arrival. in en-
deavoring 10 find his way back to the Re-
we're House, he lost himself. His rame is
Eleazer Paine. and n"w he is in search OF
himself He says he lost his identity in
taking a short cut from Washington street
to Faneuil Hall. ard his wits over pop
, table. II he ever finds himself, it will be
after he gets out Of Boston, H. -