. The boyhood and youth of Joseph Hodges Choate. n a pleasant littlehouse on Twenty-third Street, just east of FourthAvenue. It was destroyed a few years ago, but themarks of it still remain on the side of the adjoiningmansion of much greater pretensions against whichit rested. In the spring of 1863 we ventured to go tohousekeeping, and hired for six hundred dollars ayear a modest house in West Twenty-first Street, , afterwards changed to No. 137, which we occu-pied for six or seven years until it would hold nomore children than four, with whom we had alreadybeen blessed. When we look aro
. The boyhood and youth of Joseph Hodges Choate. n a pleasant littlehouse on Twenty-third Street, just east of FourthAvenue. It was destroyed a few years ago, but themarks of it still remain on the side of the adjoiningmansion of much greater pretensions against whichit rested. In the spring of 1863 we ventured to go tohousekeeping, and hired for six hundred dollars ayear a modest house in West Twenty-first Street, , afterwards changed to No. 137, which we occu-pied for six or seven years until it would hold nomore children than four, with whom we had alreadybeen blessed. When we look around us in these days and see howchildren of our acquaintance are in the habit of com-mencing married life on the scale which their parentshave already attained, we sometimes wonder howwe ever had the courage to embark in it, but thosewere very simple days, and we were able by dint ofa reasonable frugality to lay aside from year to yearabout half our income, which, being steadily contin-ued, soon removed all danger of the wolf coming toour
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