Days and ways in old Boston . as apicture that at this date can be more easily imag-ined than described. The wharfingers were men of no meanstanding with the merchants and ship bore the same relative position to wharfcorporations that today general managers bearto railroad corporations. Maccey of Rowes,Brown of India, Blaney of Central, Loring ofLong, Parker of City, Hersey of Commercial,Davison of Lewis, Pierce of Union, Homerof Battery, Elwell of Constitution, Wilder ofComeys, Redding of Browns, were autocratsin their way, and from their decision there wasno appeal. The first bre
Days and ways in old Boston . as apicture that at this date can be more easily imag-ined than described. The wharfingers were men of no meanstanding with the merchants and ship bore the same relative position to wharfcorporations that today general managers bearto railroad corporations. Maccey of Rowes,Brown of India, Blaney of Central, Loring ofLong, Parker of City, Hersey of Commercial,Davison of Lewis, Pierce of Union, Homerof Battery, Elwell of Constitution, Wilder ofComeys, Redding of Browns, were autocratsin their way, and from their decision there wasno appeal. The first break in our continuous water front58 The Old Boston Water Front was in the thirties, when the dock between Cen-tral and Long was taken for the Custom next, in the fifties, when City Wharf wassold, and when the Mercantile Wharf block andthe State Street block were built. The last wasin the sixties, when Atlantic Avenue was con-structed. Then, and forever, departed the tradi-tional glory of the old wharves of Boston. 59. Mrs. Julia Ward Howe THE OLD ROSEWOOD DESK By Maud Howe Elliott There never was so beautiful, so wonderful awriting desk in the world as my mothers oldrosewood secretary. It has four wide deepdrawers in the lower part and one secret hiding-place. When you wish to write, you unlock andlet down the front or flap/ faced with fadedblue velvet—then you catch your breath—thesight of that marvellous interior, with its myste-rious suggestions of romance, thrills you still afteryears of familiarity. First, there is the mirrorat the back, where you can see your face, whereshe saw her face when it was young, without aline of care, her alabaster forehead, red-gold hair,eyes like beryls, just as you can see them todayin Joseph Ames portrait of her. The desk, lined with pale yellow satinwood, hascurving ornaments and small, neatly turned knobsof dark rosewood. It has fascinating secretdrawers, that smell faintly of dried rose-leavesand lavender; in one of these I f
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