The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-09-17
TIE CONSOLIDATED ROAD.
Its Innumernble Branches of the old Coi- eny systsm- Boston's Summer Rssorts.

Its innumernble Branches of the old Coi-
 eny systsm- -Boston's Summer hssorts'
 A Fair Haven gentleman residing near Mobile sends the Courier the foi- lowing taken from the special Boston correspondence of the New Orleans Times-Democrat:
 A typical view of summer life in Bos- ton is afforded by taking train Sat urday afternoon for any place at the South Shore" The innumerable branches of the "old Colony" system are now under the splendid manage ment of the New York. New Haven and Hartford. and. as all ways lead to Rome. so do all these branches lead to charming places. One branch Is to Plymouth, passing through Braintree, cohasset. the quaint old town of Hing ham, and MarshHeld. where Daniel Webster lived. Another Is the Cape Cod branch: still another goes to New Bedford, and again another to Fall River and Newport. Saturday after moons. especially, are these roads all crowded with people off for Sunday on the seashore. The scenery Is lovely, and the climate is far more engaging than that of the North Shore. and hotel accommodations much greater. The North Shore is a region of private vil- las and cottages; the South Shore has numbers of hotels and boarding houses. The trains are a delight In their easy seating. swift running and general good management, and the throngs of people, with their light hand-luggage, baskets of fruit. punches of flowers, and the late magazines and papers in their hands, offer a panorama of hap py. busy and vivacious living. Amid the pressing throngs I make my way to my car on Saturday for 8 Sunday artist. and the sister of the great Ade- laide Phillips, at her beautiful country home at Marshfield. A spacious, three story country house, with balconies and dormer and bay windows thrown out here and there, and vines and flowers clambering all over 1t; beautiful lawns and greenhouses, and everywhere the glint and glow of scarlet geraniums and rich foliage plants, with every window framing its beautiful view this is the Phillips home. Miss Phil lips has now left the stage-unfortu- nately for the stage-and in the home of which she Is the head she is fairly enthroned by the three brothers, with whom her lightest wish seems to be the reigning power. A married brother and his talented wife, MT. and Mrs. Adrian Phillips, are, as usual, passing the summer at the homestead, and what with this cottage on the beach, two miles distant, the billiard hall, the relays of carriages, from the, coupe to the generous "beach-wagon;" the grand piano, and books and pictures and dogs it is, altogether, the most hospitable abound in souvenirs of the art life of the two sisters, Adelaide and Mathilde.
 A portrait, lifs-size, of Adelaide Phil lips, in full dress, hangs over the grand piano, showing the fine head, the noble and beneficent expression of the great artist. On the lawn Is a statue presented by the towns-people to Ade- laide Phillips on one of her returns from Europe. No enthusiastic and critical audience on the continent or in America ever gave the sisters more ar- dent admiration than do their neigh bors in Marshfield. They are beloved as we'll as admired. Adelaide Phil lips, sleeping under the marble cross in the country cemetery, her grave al- ways bearing the daily renewals of fresh flowers, though nearly fourteen years have passed since she was brought home after her death in foreign lands-Adelaide Phillips is a name to conjure with in this home of her early life. Nor is the younger sister, Miss Mathilde, less beloved. She is sympa thetic and interested in all the rural affairs, and there Is the true greatness of simplicity and sweetness and gentle kindness in the household rather than any hauteur of frigid exclusiveness. A more sweet and sunny nature than that of Mathilde Phillips 1t would be hard to find. Her sunny hair and sweet smile make an attractive presence, in- deed, as in her white gown with touches of pale rose, and with roses in her cor sage, she sits at the head of her table, or fits about the spacious, picturesque rooms. Louise, her trim maid, and Dandy, her vivacious dog, apparently equally adore her, and her family and her guests realize that all the love and admiration of the public for a great singer have never spoiled the charm+ ing and lovely woman, who makes of her life a fine art as we'll as of her music.