Morning journal and courier., 1880-10-21
CORRESPONDENCE.
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BOSTON, Mass, Oct. 10.
 To the Editor of the JOURNAL COURIER:
 By an accident am left over in this city several hours longer than I had planned to stay, but in this place time never goes unim- proved. On this occasion have just strolled through the 'sOld Common D stopped awhile to admire the herd of a dozen deer kept in large wire enclosure all the year around, and at this season their round and sleek forms the perfection of symmetry and beauty. They of various sizes and ages, and I think some of them are native born," and they seem to know it. AS I slowly pass along I notice a lot of boys about fourteen or six teen years of age playing at foot ball, using, as the Yale boys do the "kugby." l was much amused to stout old gentleman make ''pass'' at the ball as it came near him, while he was walking along. It is the rule, if the ball gets 'out of bounds" any one can give 1t a kick, and so he improved the chance or at least tried to, for he used good deal of effort and, failing to strike, he nearly lost his balance which of course brought smile on all who saw the transac- tion. But he was as merry as they, and with as loud laugh as any of them he went on his way and left them at their sport. Passing the old burying ground on the left, was soon in the public gardens, which at this season of the year are stripped of their more delicate flowers and foliage plants, they hay ing been removed before the frost to a warm CT atmosphere Still 1t is a grand place. Sitting there today in the midday sun, I watched the surroundings with an interest I cannot write An old man with long white flowing locks, and leaning upon his cane, went by, and in his venerable form I fancied his forefathers (of whom we have all read so much about) passing before me. Boston has produced wonderful men, one of whom was directly behind me, looking through the fall ing autumn leaves and the already partly barren trees, over towards tho beautiful little lake, directly before my face. It was Charles Sumner. There he stood erect, upon ele- vated base, in twice hfe-size, looking towards the most elegant part of the resident DOT tions of Boston. He was one of the many here that people delighted to honor" Look ing at him 1 went far away into revery and was only recalled to my situation by the merry shouts of group of young girls in their teens playing at ''tag'' over the dying grass and graded walks. How happy they were So full of animal life so rosy checked, so overfowing with play, that for some mo- ments I sat and watched them. Several times they came very near me in their game and think enjoyed it as much as they did. Presently the scene changed. well-dressed lady was being wheeled along by a colored wrapped, with closely-veiled face, plainly saw she was suffering with pain In an in stant the mirth ceased, and with true Boston politeness the young girls stopped their play and respected the age and condition of the sufferer. Noble girls! How I did admire their consideration. The clock struck 12 and started from the grounds and my sun- bath to once more enter upon the active oc- cupation of life, thinking - Grand old Boston! It is no wonder that those who live
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