Our Philadelphia . hia indiffer-ence, my affection seems so superfluous that I oftenwonder why it should be so strong. But wise or foolish,there it is, strengthening with the years whether I will orno,—a deeper rooted sentiment than I thought I wascapable of for the town with which the happiest memo-ries of my childhood are associated, where the first irre-sponsible days of my youth were spent, which neverceased to be home to me during the more than a quarterof a century I lived away from it. Besides, Philadelphia attracts me apart from what itmay stand for in memory or from the charm sentimen
Our Philadelphia . hia indiffer-ence, my affection seems so superfluous that I oftenwonder why it should be so strong. But wise or foolish,there it is, strengthening with the years whether I will orno,—a deeper rooted sentiment than I thought I wascapable of for the town with which the happiest memo-ries of my childhood are associated, where the first irre-sponsible days of my youth were spent, which neverceased to be home to me during the more than a quarterof a century I lived away from it. Besides, Philadelphia attracts me apart from what itmay stand for in memory or from the charm sentimentmay lend to it. I love its beauty—the beauty of tranquilstreets, of red brick houses with white marble steps, ofpleasant green shade, of that peaceful look of the pastPhiladelphians cross the ocean to rave over in the littleold dead towns of England and Holland—a beauty thatis now fast disappearing. I love its character—the calm,the dignity, the reticence with which it has kept up through m ?Wij «^i?»^. Hs Iff. •tHt.^.iS ]?
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