A tour around New York, and My summer acre; being the recreations of MrFelix Oldboy . lighted a most fashionable audi-ence. She would quietly remark to me on the waythat he was really more than half a churchman, be-cause he wore gown, bands, and cassock when hepreached, and used the Lords Prayer and the Creed inthe opening service. The diagnosis made by mygrandmother was correct. This young clergyman, theRev. Flavel S. Mines, was afterwards ordained deaconand priest in old St. Georges Church, in BeekmanStreet, where he became assistant to the Rev. Dr. Mil-nor. Some time ago I received a letter
A tour around New York, and My summer acre; being the recreations of MrFelix Oldboy . lighted a most fashionable audi-ence. She would quietly remark to me on the waythat he was really more than half a churchman, be-cause he wore gown, bands, and cassock when hepreached, and used the Lords Prayer and the Creed inthe opening service. The diagnosis made by mygrandmother was correct. This young clergyman, theRev. Flavel S. Mines, was afterwards ordained deaconand priest in old St. Georges Church, in BeekmanStreet, where he became assistant to the Rev. Dr. Mil-nor. Some time ago I received a letter from Ben-son J. Lossing, asking me if I could tell him what hadbeen the young assistants fate. He wrote : I thinkhe was the most eloquent man I ever heard in thepulpit. I suppose he must have passed to his restlong ago. Yes; for thirty-four years he has beensleeping under the altar of Trinity Church, San Fran-cisco, which he founded. Now, what has caused this diversion from our tourup Broadway, from the Lispenard Meadows? Im-primis, it was the recollection that I had forgotten to. ST. GEORGE S CHURCH, BEEKMAN STREET mention the famous book-store of Roe Lockwood, onBroadway, below Lispenard Street, where all the boysof forty years ago went to purchase their I ever forget with what awe I looked up at theshelves filled with tomes of tremendous learning, orwith what pride I went there alone, at the age of eleven,and purchased a Coopers Virgil? It was carefullywrapped up in paper, but as soon as I got outside Itore the paper off, placed the book nonchalantly un- 90 A TOUR AROUND NEW YORK der my arm, and walked with head erect down to myhome on the Park—the proudest boy in the city onthat day. Looking back, I know it must have been aqueer sight that I presented as I trudged along toschool with my big books under my arm, and I dontwonder that the larger boys in Billy Forrests schoolstopped me sometimes to see if I could really read thedireful woes of yEneas and Did
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