The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1891-08-14
A KANSAS GIRL IN THE EAST.
First Impressions of Boston-The Common
The Public Garden-The Conserve
atory-A Morning I'm Celia
Thaxter-s Cottage.
AppLEpoRE. ISLE OF SHOALS,

July "a, 1891.
Probably, every woman who start
out to 90 somewhere has, at some poin
of the Journey, sorrowful experienc
with n cabman. Well, we had! 30
Wis, Miss, take yees thaire i'm no tonne
Miss he said, and we believed him
1 had heard much of the COW -path-lik
streets of Boston, but we were not pre-
pared for the hiding about and in an,
out until we were fairly dizzy, tina
our Irish cabby did i'm what scenes
the long hours that it took us to reacl
our destination. We both have seel
places and things at the four carolina
points of the city since, all of which
we are sure we saw during that frs
memorable ride.
The first thing that challenged oul
admiration and distracted our atten
ton from the cabby, was the beautiful
ivy that almost covers so many of the
buildings in Boston,-especially in the
residence parts. 1t was very beauti
full then. The first autumn frosts had
changed the green to red and gold
gorgeous enough to delight an Indian
prince. 1t was very beautiful again
i'm the spring, when ole caught the
first glimpse of the delicate green leav.
es high up on the sunny side of some
Dutch-looking old chimney.
The first thing that you want to ex-
plore, after getting settled in Boston
is the Common, of course. 1t stirs
your blood to stand on historic ground
such as this and call to mind some OF
those thrilling scenes of revolutionary
days; and you are doubly fortunate
if there is some one in the party able
to do little coaching in U. s. History
once in a while. We walked across
the mall admiring the stately old trees
everywhere, and then across to the
colossal Soldiers Monument where we
nearly produced a recurvated set of
neck muscles in our endeavors to read
the inscriptions and see the figures at
the top.
Afterward we saw the Fish-pond
where Louisa Alcott tumbled in one
day long ago, and was pulled out, a
very wet and wiser little girl.
Just across from the Common are
the Public Gardens; but these defy
description. One must see them and
see them every week to appreciate
them, for the face of things changes
nearly every week. The Sunday pa
pers always announce the varieties of
flowers to be displayed during the
week following. \ large gate, near
the magnificent equestrian statue of
Washington, leads out to Common
wealth avenue which is as aristocratic
and much more beautiful in every way
than water-skirted Beacon Street. If
it is pleasant, it is worth the long
walk round that way just to see the
children out for their diurnal. The
boys play ''horse" as boyishly as if
they were not clothed in purple and
fine linen and did not look like little
lords; and the little girls, whether
they are pale-faced and delicate, or
chubby and rosy and winsome, all
have the high-bred look that genera
tons of wealth and refinement have
bequeathed them. Through the folds
of rare lace in the windows one catch
es glimpses of exquisite bits of statua-
~, and once i'm while hears a piano
or some singing-classical music, of
course, for this is in Boston.
Passing around by Trinity, stately
pile, the State House with its giIded |
dome, one of the landmarks of the
city, one passes into less imposing
streets, where the lace i'm the windows |
is Nottingham, the statuary Rogers |
groups, and roses and lilies and pinks |
are crowded together gracelessly in
the same bowl.
Two parks with splashing fountains,
fine old trees and well-kept walks lead
at last to the Conservatory. But upon
it and what it holds I had better touch |
lightly, for fear of being accused of
an advertisement at salary
proportionate to the length and effns-
lveness of the ''ad."; fol really, my
for this, the largest and
most finely equipped Conservatory in
the world, is unbounded. 1t has suf-
fered an irreparable loss in the death
Of its founder, DIR. Tourjee, who died a
few months ago, bringing sorrow into
circles the world over.
stephen A. Emery, the author of
My Ain CoQntrie" and many other
beautiful songs, and valuable works
to music, died about the
anne time, depriving the Conservatory
If one of its ablest teachers and warm
st friends.
But there are many able men left to
AIRY out the plans so nobly conceived
~ DIR. Touree. At the Alumni ban
Iuet in June one of the teachers re-
iponded to the toast 1.-THE Faculty."
md among other things he said, at
9 not for a mere matter of dollars and :
'ents that 1 and that other teachers :
lere are content to live teaching ex-
stence. 1t Is for the good that comes
o humanity, the broadening of heart (.
nd mind and soul through music that {:
9 the end we are striving for" And |
hat is the keynote of New England |