Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1890-09-13
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| Correspondence Of TEE EVENING STAR
BosToN, Sept 8.
Among the promontories jutting out on the
expanse Of memory none will remain to US
greener of aspect or more clearly defined in
outline than those created by our visit to Bos-
ton and its vicinity while 'training" with the
| Grand Army Of the Republic during its recent
| national encampmert in that city.
Especially will one accustomed to the sum-
| mer quiet OF Washington wherein the struggle
| Tor daily bread, however earnest that stu uggie
! may be. Ia almost as voiceIess rs the fall of
| government mamma in the form Of Treasury
loaves, find often presented to his thought the
| noise. the rush and the confusion of those Bos-
ton thoroughfares in which everything except
bicycle would fain make its way, with the
| devious windings of those narrow streets, which
always seem to play "hide- and-seek" with each
other. and to remain in defiance OF the progress
| OF the age, an unsolvable problem in complex
| fractions.
But, indeed. Boston gave us a royal welcome
4 ana opened wide its arms, numerous those
Of Briareus-to say nothing of its projecting
heads and headlands-in sympathetic greeting.
| IL arrayed for our inspection its sacrod treas
| ures OF the past while presenting itself in
| gorgeous modern robes, and it festooned for
our delectation its old gray walls with brilliant
drapery of the red, white and blue, till they
| rlvaled by day the rainbow and created at
night through electric flashes a lower burning
| armament OF stars. 1t was pleasure to watch
through lengthening hours the battalions of
| veterans and sons OF veterans on that gray day
| of August as they marched in massed or broken
| ranks to the music of the Union-wnilc singu-
| larly pathetic the scene became as manned and
crippled heroes passed in review bearing their
stained and tattered banners. some OF which
retained only few precious threads to mark
/ their once brilliant cOloring.
| 1T was interesting to note the devices borne
| from various statcs-the Maine soldier wear
| ing his nodding pine plumes, n Wisconsin COM
/ pany preceded by BADGER" one from Flor
| Ida by Its pet alligator; q Massachusetts regi-
ment gay with golden rod; and even that dread
| guerilla of the night time, the mosquito, repre-
sentcd by a metallic one of huge proportions,
borne by New Jersey soldier.
| 1t was n privilege to gaze from the noble Pill
| grims monument, appropriately crowned by
the majestic statue of Faith. pointing heaven
ward. while below the hillside whereon smiles
the lovely town of Plymouth were spread out
tho dmpled waters of its bay-to discern in
the hazy distance the shaft erected to the
memory of Miles Standish and the point
rounded by the Mayfower; to inspect the
relics OF bygone centuries in Pilgrims Hall,
| among which was the famous Damascus blade
| of Capt Standish which SO much interested
Gen. Grant, and whose inscriptions and en-
blems SHOW that it fell into the hands Of ne
! Saracens at the time of the defeat OF the Per-
| sian tyrant warrior Korozoi. when Jerusalem
was wrenched from him by the Khalif Omar /,
637. the other three Inscriptions having been
engraved by the Mohammedans centuries later
| IN PILGRIM HALL.
| In this hall were treasured many things of
historic interest-the arm chairs of Carver and
Brewster; a cradle from the Mayflower; the
samplers" wrought by the fair hands of Lora
| Standish and others; the teapot Of John Alden
and even tho kitchen utensils in endless va
| riety once used by the Pilgrims. 1t was rare
| to see upon modest shop door a sign like
this, Carver Brewster Standish;" to road the
| quaint inscriptions on the tombstones where
| the corn was planted that its tall growth might
conceal from the wary savage tho true number
| OF those who had persisted by hardship disease
| and famine; to experience a new and more fer
vid thrill OF patriotism as We leaped from the
| very rock" upon which our forefathers and
| foremothers stepped when landing upon the
Threshold of strange and untried world. and
homogeneous, though it might appear. to have
| mingled with these varying scenes the dis
fractions and feasting Of Grand Army clam
bake, rendered by the generous citizens of
| Plymouth.
Plymouth Rock" is preserved with care is
surmounted by granite canopy. and it is re-
| lated that an affanced pair, wishing their fu-
tnre happiness to rest upon a solid foundation
from the very start. were joined In matrimony
upon this historic boulder.
IN MARBLEHEAD.
1t was pleasant thing to descend the
CROOKED street" OF Marblehead, even though
haunted by the vague fear that its old houses
following the same zig-zag course might sud
denly come tumbling after" us; to look ut the
old Town House" where Ebridge Gerry,
Lee, Ornc and other orators OF the revolution
poured forth their fervid eloquence; to be
told that on the site just near us the lovely
Agnes Suffrage was snatched while scrubbing
| the steps OF the Fountain Inn, and who at
Lisbon, in 1742, by almost superhuman exer-
| tions released her abductor from the ruins of
the earthquake, and through his gratitude for
| 30 mercifui deliverance, became his wife,
Lady Agnes FARMLAND.
MARBLEHEAD NECK.
Nor can We forget the drive across the natu-
| raj cause way to Marblehead Neck as We noted
the course taken in the international Yacht
| race, when the prize was won by the trium-
plant Volunteer" while our eyes beheld the
| whitening sails of numbcrless yachts pursuing
! the same watery way as that pursued in the
| famous contest in an ambitions strife for a
silver cup, albeit shade of sorrow fell upon
the heart as we recalled the tragic story Of the
| skipper Ircson," pcrpetuated in song by
Whittier. and thought OF the brave mariners
| returning from long cruises, laden with the
| gains OF adventure, who have persisted upon
| tho treacherous rocks within sight of the de-
| sired haven, where
STORMS nre sudden and waters deep,
And the harbor bar is moaning"
It was pleasure to traverse the streets of
Salem under the guidance of that accomplished
! woman and brilliant writer. Mrs. Kate 1annatt
| Woods. who, in graceful prose gives to her
| readers the story OF 1.-The Fair Maid of Marble
| head" or, In graphic verse details the woes Of
Dams Wife" or, with tender feeling recites
| to US THE Wooing of Grandmother Grey
1t was interesting to revel in the attractions
Of Essex Institute" and the Peabody Acad-
envy Of Science" to catch q glimpse of the
modest birthplace of Hawthorne; and even to
| learn by no unhappy experience that in Salem,
| aud with 1t. one may yet become thoroughly
''bewitched."
Nor shall we, members Of the Woman's Ma
tional Press Association, ever cease to remem-
| Der the generous banquet given us ut Tho
Willows" by tho ladies OF the New England
Press Association, so gracefully presided over
! by Mrs. Saiiic JOY White, by whose eide was
seated our own president, Mrs. NJ. d. Lincoln,
nor the good fellowship which prevailed there.
AT wHITTIEn's HOME.
But browning Joy was yet in store for some
| Of us, and SO ono bright morning Mrs. E. L.
Sherwood and the writer, accompanied by a
| Salem friend, set out on a sacred quest to find
| the hnunts Of Whittier and DIR. O. w. Holmes
| In our search for the former we were d.
rected, on leaving the cars, to pursue our way
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