The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-03-20
THE BOSTON GIRL.
Her Remarkable Attractions and Marvellous
Accomplishments.

/ Her Remarkable Attractions and Marvellous
| Accomplishments.
| Letter In Boston Journal
| Why does the naughty outside world take such
delight in ridiculing the Boston girla Do they
| know what she is before they begin to pick her
| to pieces2 Have they any personal and intimate
| acquaintance with that best product of our be-
| loved city, as exclusively her own the Com
| mon and Bunker Hill, and more characteristic
4 than eitherf A real Boston girl IS sweet a
creature as the sun shines upon. Brought up in
| more seclusion than her New York sister, and in
| a more intellectual atmosphere than her Phiiadel
| phia cousin with the brightness of the West with
out its holiness and the of the South without
| its Incidence, with English activity without
| English coarseness. and French vivacity without
its superfciality she is a compound OF the finest
essence of each, with of the evenness of
| proportion to adjust the perfume properly. She
| has the energy of her Puritan grandsre and
some-not too much-of the common sense of
his wife; she is talented by nature and educated
| by art: she is unconsciousy witty, uncommonly
ready and ferociously pretty, with clear eye
| and blush-rose cheek and fgure-weli!
Just look at the next girl you meet in home
| spun, tailor-made suit, and tell me what you
| think of her.
| Then she isn't above making her own hats,
| and embroldering her own dresses, and decorat-
| ing her parlOr, and acquiring a language or two
| for sport. She is always musician. and
almost always artst-in theory if not
| in practice. And she usually has one
pet scheme, whether of charity of fash
| ion, Of amusement, of study or of useful
ness, which she manages to keep running
at high pressure through all this turbulent stream
of side issues Her fault is that of having too
many irons in the fire-for she never allows any
one to get cold without first using it ana a
natural consequence she is touch and 60 with i'll
health while she should still be in the heydey of
youth and learns that she has q backbone and
nerves years before she should be conscious that
she had been born with either
sat between couple of them the other night
at the same symphony concert, and came home
in a sort OF daze as to how any two creatures
could know so much about so many things and
carry it all off easily under that graceful garb
of simplicity and unaffectedness which fits the
Boston girl as If it were made to order. They
knew the special style of every man in the
orchestra, from the leader, Listemann, to dear,
departed Lichtenburg. of happy memory;
they could tell if the oboe fell o six
| teenth part of half tone from the
| pitch, or if the furthest kettledrum was
shared an infinitesimal atom too tightly. When
| the andantino of {. Tschaikowsky concerto was
| fainting away In strain of delicious sweetness
that you or would as soon think of analyzing as
| echo from paradise, it reminded one of that
! staccato study OF Rubnstein;" when the andante
| con fuoco began it recalled to the other some
| thing OF Brahms. They discussed the relative
| merits of the Lang school and the rival clique
with discriminating justice that would not
have shamed Solomon; they gossiped in Ger
man and translated the French song en- the
programme; they spoke of one woman's back
| hair as "a study" and another woman's bonnet
as "a daisy SO that they were human after
all. They knew the genealogy of every one in
the hall. which is another essentially Boston
| accomplishment; and found out in the pauses
| for iEtermsson and breath that they ham
mered brass work. wrote essays, painted in oil,
read Wagner's music at sight went to the
theater every other evening, kept up init
| mate acquaintance with 500 friends. and had
there own ideas on the subject of housekeeping.
| And yet, give you my word of honor, they
looked as pretty and as artless and as quiet as if
| they had had not two thoughts in their two
heads; and. although they whispered a great
| deal, they managed to do it without disturbing
any one but myself, who rather enjoyed it. For.
| thank heaven, their voices free from the
| American shrllness You think, perhaps, that
| have been sketching an isolated type?
My dear friend, my style is as plenty as peas on
the Fourth of July. 1t is you who have been
| imposed upon by false semblance poor imi-
tation, a baseless fraud upon the genuine Bos-
| ton girl.