A tour around New York, and My summer acre; being the recreations of MrFelix Oldboy . p out to seeme. They are no noisome apparitions, but gentle,sweet-voiced spirits, whose eyes are filled with tenderrecollections, and whose garments bear the scent ofthe roses and hyacinths of many years ago. Fromunexpected spots they dart out to give me greetingand to bring to my recollection little occurrences longforgotten, but pleasant to recall. In this spot theyrecall a rosy night at the theatre ; there they bringback the tender recollection of a school friend who hasbeen dust and ashes these five and t
A tour around New York, and My summer acre; being the recreations of MrFelix Oldboy . p out to seeme. They are no noisome apparitions, but gentle,sweet-voiced spirits, whose eyes are filled with tenderrecollections, and whose garments bear the scent ofthe roses and hyacinths of many years ago. Fromunexpected spots they dart out to give me greetingand to bring to my recollection little occurrences longforgotten, but pleasant to recall. In this spot theyrecall a rosy night at the theatre ; there they bringback the tender recollection of a school friend who hasbeen dust and ashes these five and thirty years; herethey call up Sunday-school days, and the prolongedand inevitable Sunday services beneath the statelyspire of St. Johns Chapel; here again, just aroundthat corner, lived the incarnate inspiration of my firstvalentine, whose clustering curls never lived to sleepon any other breast than Mother Earths; and there,too, opposite the St. Nicholas, were the mystic roomsin which our college secret society met to initiatewhite-faced neophytes into the mysteries of sworn fra-. ST. PAUL S CHAPEL ternity, while all around the pavement echoes to thefeet which are silent to the rest of the world, but tomy ears are instinct with a life that can never with me, then, most patient reader, and as wewalk up Broadway this afternoon, close your eyes topresent surroundings, and let me picture the thorough- A TOUR AROUND NEW YORK 59 fare as it looked forty years ago, when I strolled upfrom a school-mates home below the City Hall Park,a rosy-cheeked boy in old-fashioned roundabout andcap. St. Pauls Church has been growing smaller of lateyears, or is it the effect of the great buildings that sur-round it? It towered up above all the neighborhoodwhen I was a boy, and at one time I had an uncannydread of the marble figure of St. Paul above the por-tico, which was said to come down and walk the street when it heard the clock strike twelve at midnight ofSt. Pauls Day. The late Willia
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