Charles Eliot, landscape architect : a lover of nature and of his kind, who trained himself for a new profession, practised it happily and through it wrought much good . Cambridge to Charlesbank I Doorsteps crowded 486 TWO EVENING RESTING-PLACES [1895 with unclean beings, children pushing everywhere, and swarm-ing in every street and alley. What a relief when Charles-bank is reached! The quiet open of the river, the long, longrow of twinkling lights on the river wall, the rows upon rowsof seats all filled with people resting in the quiet air, andwatching the fading of the golden light behind t
Charles Eliot, landscape architect : a lover of nature and of his kind, who trained himself for a new profession, practised it happily and through it wrought much good . Cambridge to Charlesbank I Doorsteps crowded 486 TWO EVENING RESTING-PLACES [1895 with unclean beings, children pushing everywhere, and swarm-ing in every street and alley. What a relief when Charles-bank is reached! The quiet open of the river, the long, longrow of twinkling lights on the river wall, the rows upon rowsof seats all filled with people resting in the quiet air, andwatching the fading of the golden light behind the Cambridgetowers. The new terrace at the North End is to be anothersuch evening resting-place. It is good to be able to do some-thing, even a little, for this battered and soiled humanity. . The statement that the land lies between Copps Hill andthe confluence of the Charles and the Mystic is precise; butunder it lies one of Charless disappointments. He wantedto have in this quarter of Boston a reservation which lookeddown the harbor. Various considerations, into which theprospect from the reservation did not enter, determined thechoice of the present
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