The Republican journal., 1875-02-04
Letter from Boston.
Correspondence Of the Journal.
BOSTON. Feb. |. 1S,

Is it not a really remarkable fact, in
these days of slips and slides, that an old
friend should tumble into the COSY com
partments of this respected Journal? And
having arrived, we cannot refrain from
an account Of the haps and mishaps at
tendant upon the packing of our carpet
bag. You who have never braved the
wintry winds and risked your precious
neck in a search tor local items, may scott
at the perils of an amateurs adventures :;
but woman-like we are determined to tell
them. Early in the week we started with
pencil and huge note book, looking as we
thought, as did likewise our incredulous
friends-enough like a first class book
agent, to set all the doors on our route to
slamming, if we only CHANGED to glance
at the fine exterior of the worthy man.
sions'
Down Beacon street we picked our way
cautiously, till we rounded the famous
corner known as the Congregational Pub
fishing House 1t has been our delight
from childhood to pause and admire the
attractive display in those immense win
dows
Regardless of the steady down grade we
wheeled in front OF the third window to
inspect chrome just brought to the tore
ground, which seemed not quite orthodox,
although a decided relief from the Sun
day school mottos and little "Sammys"
Moses in scant attire, which generally
figure so conspicuou,ly. A fat donkey
with broad smile upon his playful coun-
tenance stood eating hay at his well filled
crib and over him hung the Illuminated
text" Everything is lovely. BY his side
stood brother, lean, lone, and lorn, his
extreme appendage dropping like the last
mo one to love me-" That picture will
haunt us for weeks to come, for lost III
the contemplation of that poor creature S
lonely condition, we failed to notice the
trick of another one surnamed Frost" !;
and our next picture was IA full view OF
our own striped stockings which have
long been our pride when admired from a
becoming and respectable height. Twas
not music to our ears to hear from the lips
Of that sleek masculine biped-"O too
bad madam Are YOU hurt ?" Wouldn't it
have been a consolation to have told him
we had seen enough donkeys? We would
have asked no greater satisfaction under
the trying circumstances than to have had
our guardian angel trot along after the To-
Gals, and let US put back for repairs. Alas !!
twas Il fine day and the shouts from the
Common We're too suggestive of fruitful
field tor labor
What will Boston do to that faithful old
landmark next. Every night during the
cold weather the coasting portion has been
watered, and every following shutdown has
seen some fond parent bending over her
darling's broken head For a time the boys
were allowed unlimited sway for their
double-runners. With the huge bell on
the rear, and u headlight on the bow, the
turnout when under way made a formid-
able competitor for the iron horse. Cap
ing reporters with their yellow flag and
sharpened pencils noted the broken limbs
of Mrs. S. of Chestnut street.-The mis-
fortune of Mr. II. in having his left ear
taken suddenly off duty by the sharp edge
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and every daily in the city was satiated
with the choice bits, did the wise men see
the feasibility Of constructing the rude
bridges over the coastng streets, which
looked like a half arranged circus ground.
| Even inc glorious Fourth, which brings
annually thousands in crowds to wilt all
day on the Common, is not to be COM
pared to the present state of excitement
on the ground. From Park street to Brigh-
ton there is an indisputablc evidence of the
keen appreciation of the uncommon feast
from winters frosty board.
What could tend to attract one, thirsty
tor quill nourishment. more effectually
than the brilliant flag floating from the
entrance of Music Hall The tattering
political victory last fall failed to call out
any such an enormous rooster as the Mas
sachusetts Poultry Show hangs out to be-
guile the public 1t is remarkable to note
the decided airs of the lords and ladies of
the coops since it has become a settled
fact that they are to appear every year at
the Hub in their very best feathers We
have a vivid recollection OF their first ap-
pearance in public, when modesty and be
cDMingness of manner, We're noticeable
features; but alas how changed since it is
not the duty of Dame Biddy to contine
herself to the maternal cares of the house
hold. She struts about her gilded cage
regardless OF the teathered bits which are
undergoing the heating process in order
to burst the shell which hides them from
this world Of sin
Scarcely one of the proud old fellows,
with the simple yellow coat and black
pantaloons is to be seen among the invited
guests lie has gone with the peaceful
days of the loved Old farm yard Black
legs and foreigners have invaded the tribe,
till poor old Whitley and her little ones are
seen no more vending their way, as the
sun drops in the west, toward their night
" shelter in the barrel. Wise men walk
arm in arm among the noisy visitors, aud
talk largely OF the price per dozen of such
eggs, while dainty temnines peep in at
the proud birds and eXclaim upon the
beauty Of plumage We We're glad enough
to leave the saucy creatures, tor one red
topped masculine, DESTROYS OF some souv-
enir Of his trip to Boston helped himself
to cloak button from off our not over
abundant store, and seemed 50 unwilling
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