The Portland daily press., 1869-10-23

FANNY FERN DIscoURsEs OF BosToN.-
Boston is lovely place to be baptized IN and
to 90 back to. My old love, "boston Com
mon'-that good, old-iashioneo, unspoiled,
uumodernized name-looks more lovely this
summer than l ever remember to have seen
it. New York may well take lesson from ITS
order and neatness, with regard to our III kept
city parks. / sat there, under those lovely
trees which used 10 wave over nv schoolgirl
h. ad and had 1t not been for the little bright
eyed grandchild beside me-, picking butter
cups might have iancied il was Saturday az.
,erDoon, and no school, aud that was 10 be e
back to my mothers apron-string by sun
down, without fail" know l could not have
enjoyed evea then the BIRDS song, or the
S, arklng pond, or the big trees, rore than at
| that moment. Out OF my dreamland, whith-
| er they had led me, was awakened by jump
| into my iap, and the question, And did you
| really play with buttercups here, when you
were little girl?" Ii was long bridge that
| question led me over, so long that forgot to
answer until the question was repeated. 1
| had to stop and outgrow buttercups, and bold
| again by my matronly hand a little creature
| the counterpart OF my questionsr, who long
| since closed her eyes forever, In this world,
| upon US bothl IL took time, you see, before
could say, Yes, dear; 1t was just In this very
lovely spot that both your mother and pick
ed buttercups, when children, on the bright
/ Saturday at ernoOns of long ago; and six
| wears and half OF your little lite have wait
ed to see YOU run down these sloping paths,
/ and 10 show you the 'frog-pond,' anu TO tell
/ you TO look up into the branches that nearly
| touch the sky; and now here we arsi But
| there were no deer feeding on this Common
/ when was a little girl; but instead cows, 70
| whom gave plenty OF room TO pass as went
along; and instead OF that gay little hat, with
| mimic grasses and daisies, such as have put
| upon your head, my mother tied under my
chin little sun-bonnet. And she didn't run
to me if sneezed, as do to you, Tor had
heap OF brothers and sisters, and we had 10
take care OF our own sneeziDg; but know 1
had twenty-five cents TO spend on Fourth OF
july; and know that il any little girls belt
i'm Boston was ever frightened by roast turkey
| and pie more than mine was on thanksgiving
dav. / pity her! / wonder what has become
of all the little childlen 1 used to play with
here? We used to 60 up to the tiptop OF
that State House, know; but don't care to
try it now. Not that it would tire me-of
course not; but I've seen all that can be seen
from that dome, and little further, too
O. the peace and loveliness of sweet "Mount
Auburnp The new graves since / was there,
and the old graves, now moss-grown, that
remember so well! l, too, shall sleep sweetly
there some day; but the hardest pang shall
know, between now and then, will be the let
ting go the little hand that clasped mine to-
day, as walked about there. And yet there
were little graves all around us. lie knows
best!
In Boston l saw the remains of "The Jubi-
lee." was asked, ''Did 1 hear and see the
Jubilee?" 1 was supposed, as coming from
New York, to greve at the success cess O 1o,tas Lne
Jubilee" and beh'g an adopted new aorker,
to teel like skulking round the m BACK seats N
Boston, covered with confusion that Manhat,
had J%se tSsa e2sr basea ssss fou 1 Bo.
ioVe eve'y oad-tish bail ever fried; and every
son, eyer 'hread loaf ever baked there. know,
oro" o as we'll as any Bostonian, that
"Zaccheus he
Did Climb the tree,
His Lord aud Master
For to see;''
and made courtesy to the ground, when l
came in sight of Park-street steeple, and Fan
euil Hall, so don't be pitching into me. Hit
some other fellow, who isn't "up' In the As.
sembly's catechism, and "total depravity, ana
brown bread. Jubilee" as much as you want
to; the world is big place. "Holler' away'
| N. Y. Ledger.