Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: '" p' I- BADDECK, AND THAT SORT W-THING. "Ay, now I am in Arden : the ioro fool I; when I was at ' t, ' J ', J home, I was in a better pla"cc; but travellers must be content." — Touchstone. .. '/ ', 1 70 comrades an'.) travellers, who sought" a better country than ihe United States'- in the month of August, found thQi one evening in apparent possession ofHhe ati town of Boston. The shops were closed at early candle-light; the fashionable inhabitants had retired into the country, or into the second-story-back of their princely residences, and even an air of tender gloom settled upon the Common. The streets were almost empty, and one passed into the burnt district,where the scarred ruins and the uplifting piles of new brick and stone spread abroad under the flooding light of a full moon like another Pompeii, without any increase in his feeling of tranquil seclusion. Even the news-offices had put up their , . . . . m hutte,rs; 4nU a. confiding stranger could nowhere buy a UKfocuit' to help his wandering feet about 'the 'reposeful city, or to' show him how to get out . of it. There was/ to-be sure, a cheerful tinkle of horse-car bells in the" air, and in the creeping vehicles which createttrthis levity of sound were . a few lonesome passengers on their way to Scol- -.lay's Square; bnt'tij.e-two travellers, not having gd minds tad no desire to go there. t-J "POuld haye" become of Boston if the great fire had Cached this sacred point of pilgrimage no merely human mind can imagine. Without it, I suppose the horse-cars would go continually round and round, never stopping, until the cars fell away piecemeal on the track, and the horses collapsed into a mere mass of bones and harness, and the brown-covered books from the Public Library, in the ... --This text refers to an alternate Paperback edition.