The river press. [volume] (Fort Benton, Mont.) 1880-current, 1881-01-05

to the bean, | I'M informed, is only properly
cooked in Buston. Eb, well, then, / admit
frankly that when | go anywhere else I viii
not order it. A dramatic critic whom [ ad-
nit to breakfast with me, gazed upon me
through his spectacles, and murmured that
pork TO the bean was a dish fraught with the
highest and most reticulated symbolism: that
Pythagoras, Diodorus Siculus, Publius Much
laglnus, Ralph Waldo EMERSON know
not what he would have continue, but it was
arrived the hour of rising from the table,
and, extending my hand to him, | give him,
10 accordance with the instructions Of M.
schwab, the cold shake.
One thing panied and shocked me outside
OF measure. | had understood that the poets,
MIN. Long Fellow, Olivier Wendell Holmes,
Emerson, and others, would call on me, en-
brace me on the forehead, and read odes to
me, my beauty, and my genius, as Victor
Hugo does in Paris. Well, not one Of them
came! And yet they call Buston the Athens
Of America
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some measure the pleasure Of my visit to
Buston. | was invite, in q series of resolu-
tons, to address the Buston Society Of Fe.
male Suffrages, and on proceeding to the hall
found the President delivering an address in
which she %eulogized me in an excessive but
merited manner, praising my devotion to the
sacred cause Of Art, to push my way in
which | had declined the alluring blandish-
ments of the tyrant Man and 1.-The social ties
which make woman q bondslaye. "We all
feel, she cry herself, ''that the cause Of Wo-
man has received q powerful impulse for
good from our sisters example, and proudly
take her in our arms and bid the world con-
template that paragon Of spinsters, Mile. Sara
Bernhardt, the Anna Dickinson. the Suzanne
B, Anthony of Ia belle France!" I prepare
toreply to this Grafton, and have hardly said,
my sisters, upon quitting my hotel an hour
ago, | said to my son. when, with a shrek
of "Rer son! every woman in the hall
has a crisis of II nerves shrieks reverber-
ate Of all sides, and in less than three minutes
the only evidence that the room was recently
occupy is afforded by the presence of one
shoe Of gum, and the manuscript Of a series
of resolutions. [ am dumb with Amusement
and Indignation, but M. Schwab explain to
me that the ladies present suddenly remember
that they have to attend a class in M. Alcott's
School of Philosophy, and therefore have to
hurry away. All of a same, they might have
said "Good-bye,"
have seen the historic buildings Of this
interesting city. There is Faneuil Hall and
also the Uncommon-it was formerly called
the Common, but the name was felt not to be
adequate to the Importance Of the place |
was drag there, and were to say, "It is I'm
ion = and also the Old South Church, where
they preserve the cradle Of Mile. Liberty, the
first white child born in America and Bun
ker Hill Monument, where Warren fell and
was killed, at which I am not surprised, the
distance being SO great. It is, | believe, q
monument to the immortal M. Georges Wash
ington. With a delicate fattery exclusively
American, the gamins Of Boston affect to
believe, when they meet me, that the Bunker
Hill monument has descended to take the air.
/ was ask yesterday whether / had yet visited
Plymouth Rock, and, being unwilling to re-
veal my ignorance, replied automatically
thatIM. Plymouth Rock had left his card on
me, but I had not yet decided whether, as a
single woman, it would be strictly proper for
me to visit him. I added that / intended to
make a bust of him. This announcement
was received with manifestations of the most
aWe-stricken delight and admiration.
My first performance was an immense sue
cess. I played Phedre, and to conciliate the
severely classical tastes Of the Athens of
America, dressed in a macintosh cloak, blue
stockings, shoes of gum, and spectacles. The
applause was immense. I am too much ex-
haust to describe my triumph in detail, but
leave that for another letter.
Agree, Mister the Redactor, my salutations
the most impresseds,
SARAH WILLARD BURNARD.
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