The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1873-05-13
LETTER FROM BOSTON.
THE BAZAB.
A New Boston NOtiOn-DreSs and
Customs of the Oricnt-EurOpc
rcprescntcd-Churc

BosroY, May 10, 1878.
The Bazaar of all Nations, held in Music
Hall under the auspices of the Young Mems
Christian Association, is the thing in Bos-
ton just now No expense or labor has
been spared to make it the biggest thing
out in the shape of fairs, and thus far il
seems 10 be success. For many months
it has been held in contemplation. Agents
have been dispatched to various countries
abroad to collect rare and beautiful things
wherewith to tempt the eyes of covetous
Bostonians and make the money leap from
their pockets into the depleted Golfers of
the Y. NJ. c. A.
The Oldest inhabitant would scarcely be
able to define his whereabouts, could that
doubtful parsonage, by some mysterious
agency unbebnown to himself, find him
self deposited in the centre of Music Hall
at the present time.
Queer looking houses, or what seem to
be houses, tower on every side, from whose
windows flash the faces of Boston bellies in
the strange costumes of the Orient, or ar
rayed in the quaint and often picturesque
garb of the peasantry of European lands
Flags of all nations depend from balconies,
and at one end of this truly bizarre street
one sees what seems to be the. Fashioned
wall of city, beyond which are disccrnible
through the haze the domes of mosques
Now a strange clap too strikes the ear
The crowd parts, and struggling vainly to
obtain superior elevation by balancing
yourself on the tips of your toes you final
ly make out that an Eastern wedding pro-
cession is passing along. One is quite
ready to pardon the monstrosity of paners
and similar things in the fashions of to-day
when one secs the abominablc bags, for
they are nothing else, with which the
beauties of Eastern lands are compelled to
veil their charms. The marriage ceremony
is performed, song is sung in Arabic, the
muczzin calls the faithful to prayer, and,
to complete the effect, from one of the
house-tops Turk (') is praying in stem
torian accents to Allah.
Ascending flight of stairs at one end of
the street, you are in the midst of the Ba-
Ear. Here is the Italian table, laden with
rare and costly things from the sunny pen
ninsula Nearly all, however, are marked,
sold p" F; though you are informed If such
be you wish, duplicates will be imported
to your order. The French table, the
German, the japanese, Chinese and so ON
are visited, but one gets wearied of being
elbowed and pushed and crowded, so you
pass out, having done the Bazaar, glad again
to be under Gods own blue heaven and
thankful, too, that the particular spot of
the broad earth which your footsteps press
is not subject to the rule of the turbaned
Turk.
And now the Churches are all moving up
town. Churches must be in the fashion,
you know, as well as people, and so spirc
after spire is springing up among the brown
stone fronts of Back Bay, to point with its
silent finger, nice, respectable people the
way to Heaven. The people of the Old
South, perhaps by way of saving their con-
sciences with gilded plaster, for the way
they gave up to dissertation the dear old
edifice, loved in its every brick by every
loyal Bostonian, for the associations which
have been clustering around its walls
through the more than a hundred years it
has stood, q landmark to all and rescued at