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as his own. It must have been on this re-
markable spot where Emerson wrote that
thrillingly clear sentiments
'.When the red SLAYER thinks he Stays,

thrillingly clear sentiment:
''When the red slayer thinks he Stays,
And the slain thinks he is slain"
agree with him thoroughly
The chief industry of Marblehead is fish
ing. 1t could not be otherwise, for the un-
certainty of the streets makes the people
desire an uncertain business. The town
seems to be next Of kin to Salem in age, but
possibly the bouldcrs are the Oldest
A drive along the ocean beach from Mar
blehead to Swampscott is pleasing contrast
to walk around in the boulder town. The
shore is dotted with elegant and often times
Enthusiastically constructed and painted cot
tages, occupying spacious grounds, atTording
evidences of comfort and wealth. They are,
literally, homes by the ocean wave.
on TIE ROAD.
Dining on mackerel gave me an appetite
to see Boston again where 'sfsh culchaw" is
found in all its glory. By horse cars to
Lynn and from there by the lively narrow
gauge to Boston is short trip. "Point of
| Pines,' shouted the conductor as the putting
engine drew up in front of large hotel on
the beach, which looks, considerably, like the
Hotel Lafayette at Minnetonka, though
smaller, gaily decked with flags and the
grounds fitted up in an attractive manner.
But what is that which comes waited into the
car window! Land of the Pilgrims-am in
my senses or has too much convention
music in Chicago left ringing in my
ears. listen again, and agaiu the notes of
brass band come on the breeze. tits Sun
10, fn,
miles of ''The Old South Church, ''of Beacon
and Bunker Hills, Fanueil Hali-and brass
band is in full blast. 1 wonder whether the
old Puritan don't turn over and exclaim,
blast that band" This is an Emersonian
oath.
''Revere Beach, calls the brakeman in a
few minutes, and here another gala scene is
presented, but this time no brass band dis
turbs the Sabbath.
coax Park Gardens is the next call.
Here there is brass music, swinging horses,
bowling alleys, and huge sign by the sta
ton reading, "Admission Free.' There is
the usual crowd bent upon Sunday pleasure
outside of the city, and the train is scarcely
under full Roadway before another resort
looms up, and so the whole distance from
Lynn to Boston is lined with Sunday pleas
ure resorts and seekers, and the scene is
one which exceeds the Sabbath episodes in
the famous ''Rowdy West'
Most of the railroads run into the city
proper, but the little pleasure aeeking mar
row gauge, gives you the variety of the
ferry cover the river to Boston
| -
originated that Masonic remark of ''meeting
on the level, and parting on the square" If
ii was s'starting on the square," [ should
know it was of Boston origin, for you have
to go to some "square" when you want to
spit GU your hands and take a fresh grip for
q start in some new direction. OF course
went and saw Mr., Winthrop in
Scollay Square but soon found
that it wasn't that square, but
another square that wanted this time. So
l waited until the corner turned around and
found myself in Bowdoin Square. This is
the old and formerly aristocratic part of Bos-
ton. Not to live on Bowdoin Square or Bea-
con Hill was once equivalent to not living in
Boston at all. There were relics of the arts
tocratic Bostonese to be seen on every hand,
but the Square wears a sort of shabby gentee
appearance as compared to the new Boston
made by filling in the Back Bay.
l was en- route to Mt. Auburn, Boston,
famous cemetery, and the aristocratic dead
would not have enjoyed my visit if had not
made Bowdoin Square my point OF debark-
alton. The route lies ''down hilp' to Charles
town bridge, and over the bridge to and
through Cambridge. Boston clings to that
s'relic of barbarsm,' six cent car fare, and
the only way to even up is take the longest
possible ride for the money. They sell five
tickets for twenty-five cents and the thrifty
Bostoncse are onto that game. In all my
peregrinations did not see six cents paid
but once. Everyone buys tickets.
SUCH IS FAME.
made the acquaintance in the car Of an
elderly and apparently intelligent gentle
man who kindly pointed out various objects
of interast. After we passed Harvard Uni
versity said,
"Can you show me where Longfellow
lived2"
'Longfclow, Longtellow," he medita-
lively replied.
II mean the poet, Henry w. Longfellow,' u
l added, to refresh his memory.
81 know LoLgfellow who keeps a gro
Gerry in Brighton" he said, with a very
thoughtful and intellectual air.
didn't pursue the theme any further,
but simply sang little hymn, all to myself
which / remember to have learned in Sab
bath school, the first stanza of which begins
''where ignorance is bliss
And this was Boston and I was among the
Bostonese.
Still found Mr.. Longfellow' former home
after ALL | wanted to see where the man
who made Minnehaha famous nearly thirty
wears ago resided. 1t was large wooden
house, painted yellow, and is by no means
prctentious. II is historic house however
having at one time been occupied by Gen
Washington.
MOUNT AUBURN.
Though Forest Hills cemetery in Yves
Roxbury is becoming most beautiful rest
ine place for the dead, Mount Auburn vii
always remain pre-. eminent for its beauty. |
, is not large cemetery, comprising only III
acres, about one-fourth the size Of the famou
Greenwood in New York. There are NJ
, guides and observation carriages a
, Mount Auburn as there are at Green
wood, and the visitor strolls a
viii without a rudder. All that wealth, in
telligencc, and loving care and thoughtful.
ness can devise is here displayed. ] won
dered as walked If the slumbering deat
could come back for few minutes, if the,
. would not be almost glad 10 be dead to Sc
cure 50 beautiful a resting place. l won