The Republican journal., 1871-07-13

Correspondence of the journal.
Boston, July $, 1871.

Tramp, tramp, tramp! Rattle, rattle,
rattle and like Dame Barbara We
''Lcan far out on the window sill"-
to ascertain the cause of such conglom-
Grafton of sounds. The truth is soon APP
parent to our dullcd senses, that Boston
has evidently, if not Intentionally, turned !
her whole population into the streets. Up |
and down, up and down, they 60, like Il
never ccasing. restless wave that laps the |
shore Not with earnest, active, SPRING
ing steps but lazily and listlcssly, rs if |
every moment was 50 much of an effort. |
We got Just thus far in our observations |
when overpowered by the intense heat and
the droning drum, drum of the never
stopping feet, we went off into a day
dream, and commenced specuIation~ about
some grand scheme, altogebhcr ttopiln,
whereby all business might be suspended /
in no, weather, and everybody allowed tu
get away from the confinement, and heat
of the city, into the cool and delights of
the country. From specializing we went
to remembering, ard slowly up before the
eve rose the vision Of net a perfect but a
hot June day. And Of Il long train Of cars
creeping slowly out from the depot, and
how, when the great tagging giant in
front began TO feel more and mere his
| freedom and strength he drew in his
breath quick and @aspingly, and with Il
shrill scream of defiance rushed away nj
Il hcadlnn@ space oyer the fields. through
lfa glens and by the llllS-on, on in hi-
mad race oh it was glorious, Icing
drawn through the air At such wild speed
and under the ovcrawing influence of lis
| power, and the soft, subtle, subduing con-
| troll Of the lily-scented, rose-ladcn breeze
that famed in upon the heated temples,
| self was forgotten. Pride. ambition and
| restless dissatisfaction fled, and in their
places came hope peace, and calm con
| tcntmcnt After this there Wa y short,
| quiet drive in u comfortable easy carr-
! age, behind powerful, but graycly step
ping horse, and then we were At the ter
minus of our journey. We remember il
all ON this hot July evening, and remem-
herring it, propose to tell you all about ii,
and
| HOW AN AMERICAN PRINCE LIVES.
1t is quite surprising, but only an hours
ride took us from Boston to Wellesley.
And to what It change! We left the city
| llnguishing under j temperature some
thing like that To which Shadrarh and his
I brethren We're subjected. We came TO-
the country to find GOODNESS rs delight
fully refreshing rs must have been q drop
of water to poor, suffering Dives. And
that isn't all. We left smart energetic
! go-ahcal Yankee city, and we feel sur,
with vivid pictures Of IIawlh0rnc's "Old
| Home still fresh in our memory, that we
have dropped down into the midst of
rryold England" Wood-coyercdhi hill ,
extensive park, and neatly sIuven lawns.
like those of "Muricl,' stretch away be-
fore our enchanted gaze. Whilst q IorIN
mansion looks protectingiY down upon
the humber porler'S Lodge and lcuanl -
cottage We are not however in artistic
cratic, baroni1l old England, but in
rough, rocky, reliable New England and
this is the homo of ILunneWell the rich
| American banker. Years 400 this son of
Z poor physician left his home for the
sunny shores of France, to become clerk
in the great Partisan banking house of
/ Wells Il ~ Time rolled ON and the
| young man became ilcutihrd with the
| firm by marry ing the daughter OF its senior
partner. lie shortly afterwards returned
to America, and in the great financial
! crisis that soon took place laid the found
! alton of his present splendid fortune,
which, with the inherited property of his
children, numbers many millions. He
owns an elegant and palatial winter re-
| sdence upon aristocratic Beacon street, in
| Boston, but years ago purchased this cV-
| tensiye estate near the home Of his boy
! hood, and has created out of it one of the
largest and loVelieSt Summer residences
w ''' i'tit't HI lIlf IiIl''l '1lltt'N l4NNt
many well kept acres. are fenced in FRONT
| the common way by miles Of broad subj
stantial granite wall, handsomely laid in
cement. through All archrI iron gate
way we entered upon this broad. prinrek
domain Our rst 4autaion came from
| the venerable Old porter, who walked
Ii. yt jnNfr,
rooted Lodge, coziIy nestled IN Il Green,
shady grove upon pretty green plat at
grass, and welcomed Us with Il cpurtly
raising ol his hat aud still more county
bow. TIP The lone, smooth carriage drive
with lis extensively cemcntcd drains and
iron alHeduct4, Shaded ALI the WAY with i
terms, shrubs and tluwels Rods of brake
Tx" ferns, then long stretches OF low
growing mosSes, then rocks tWined with
clmging vines, backed by taller shruhb"ry.
TO the right and left abrupt, anl long
reaching hills, covered with groves dense
woods, ferns, mosses and shrubbery oil lIl
kinds and large quantities ofcach brought
from every conceivable quarter of the
globe, and here trained into lUNUriaul
richness. Between, acres OF lawn. level
led, rolled. and shayen into miraculous
-ntoothltes4 ID that you think only Of h
wide sweep Of velvet with it, rich. soft
beauty, and dainty color. All about you
pretty, winding iootpaths leading away
to marvellous grottors, OF cool retreats
Among these the prettiest is the
AEEoK-NIr.E WALK.
A culiously winding path horClercd
with shells and vine-rovered rocks takes
one to its entrance, which is through an
arched passage made by two huge, pro-
iccting rocks united and covered with
vines and MOSES The walk is long and
prettly gravelIcd, terminating in rustic
arbor, and is hrdged on either side by