A tour around New York, and My summer acre; being the recreations of MrFelix Oldboy . deed,eventually he made a name for himself that all de-lighted to honor); society drew the line at artists, anddid not recognize them as eligible. One day, as entered the house, the entire chorus of itswomen threw^ themselves upon him and begged himto remonstrate with Emily and save the family honor. The family honor, said Briggs, with the gruffness heassumed on such occasions, and that was only relievedby a telltale twinkle of the eye ;, what has Emily been doingnow? Doing! shrieked thechorus, shes
A tour around New York, and My summer acre; being the recreations of MrFelix Oldboy . deed,eventually he made a name for himself that all de-lighted to honor); society drew the line at artists, anddid not recognize them as eligible. One day, as entered the house, the entire chorus of itswomen threw^ themselves upon him and begged himto remonstrate with Emily and save the family honor. The family honor, said Briggs, with the gruffness heassumed on such occasions, and that was only relievedby a telltale twinkle of the eye ;, what has Emily been doingnow? Doing! shrieked thechorus, shes going to disgraceus all by marrying an artist. Pooh ! came the quick reply, he isnt enough of an artist tomake it anything of a w^omen folk were indignant at his apparent indifference, but when the sibyllineutterance of Briggs was carried to the father, he wasso amused by it that he withdrew his opposition tothe marriage. Other churches were scattered about in the vicinityof the park. There were Methodist houses of worshipin Duane and Vestry Streets; a Dutch Reformed. THE FRENXH CHfRCH IN PINHSTREET l6 A TOUR AROUND NEW YORK church in FrankHn Street; a Presbyterian church inCanal Street, and the portly white marble edifice ofthe old Huguenot Congr^ation that had emigratedfrom Pine Street to the corner of Church and Frank-lin^ and had united its destinies with the churches have either disappeared or have fol-lowed the exodus of the church-going population up-town. They were practically put hors de combat whenSt. Johns Park was obliterated from the city map. Itwas a cruel act. In my eyes it seemed an outragewholly unjustifiable. The only public execution Iever witnessed was the slaying of those great treesunder which my sisters and I had played, and I wouldas soon have seen so many men beheaded. A fatalfascination drew me to the spot. I did not want togo, but could not help going out of my way to pass itby. The axes were busy with the hearts of t
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