Our Philadelphia . orse-car went, without turn or twist,along Third Street. I started from the corner of Spruce,having got as far as that by the slower, more infrequentSpruce Street car, and after I had passed the fine oldhouses where Philadelphians—not aliens—lived, a goodpart of the route lay through a busy business section. Butthere has stayed with me as my chief impression of theendless street a sense of eternal calm. No matter howmuch solid work was being done, no matter how^ manyfortunes were being made and unmade, it was alwaysplacid on the surface, uneventful and unruffled. The car,jin
Our Philadelphia . orse-car went, without turn or twist,along Third Street. I started from the corner of Spruce,having got as far as that by the slower, more infrequentSpruce Street car, and after I had passed the fine oldhouses where Philadelphians—not aliens—lived, a goodpart of the route lay through a busy business section. Butthere has stayed with me as my chief impression of theendless street a sense of eternal calm. No matter howmuch solid work was being done, no matter how^ manyfortunes were being made and unmade, it was alwaysplacid on the surface, uneventful and unruffled. The car,jingling along in leisurely fashion, was the one sign ofanimation. Or often, in spring and summer, I went by boat, from—so false is memory—I cannot say what wharf, up theDelaware. This was a pleasanter journey and every bitas leisurely and as characteristic in its way of Philadel-phia life. For though I might catch the early afternoonboat, it was sure to be full of business men returning v^.^ ^A. >v. I xl^i.
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