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with the cheapest of quack styles, as the country generally 

 has. It Avould not do to specify them. Upper Essex 

 street, Federal street, Beverly, South Salem have much 

 to show. The good house of ]Mr. Cox built early in this 

 period and interregnum, Mr. Lee's, and one lately put 

 up at the corner of Norman street, are a protest and relief. 

 Certainly it is earnestly to be desired that we should do 

 better in wood than we have done. Meantime, in this 

 town, the old houses quiet the very feeling, and appeal 

 pathetically against the intervening time. The house of 

 Mr. W. H. Foster has charming steps in threes, and ex- 

 cellent old finishing touches, with extreme simplicity. 

 One might enumerate many a refined bit and shy old 

 house in Salem and Beverly. There is a noble one as you 

 go to the cove, in the latter town, of square shape, ample 

 dimensions and double porches, and where one is reconciled 

 to white paint, and beside it a dear old veteran that wants 

 to go into the ground, and has almost gone there, it is so 

 old, and they both are expressive, to a degree that shames 

 modern structure. They stand coquetting with each other 

 and are monuments of centuries, impressive as time itself, 

 and eloquent with character, and mass and sentiment. 

 Hawthorne might write a romance about them. They 

 are worth a whole modern town. 



The Japanese, half- women in organization, have the 

 sensibilities of Eastern races to color, and the harmony. 

 Cashmere shawls, Chinese porcelain, illustrate this. An 

 island like England, of about the size and population, on 

 the edge of a great ocean, in the temperate zone, at the 

 same distance from the equator on the other half of the 

 globe, and bordering a continent; feudal too, with beau- 

 tiful nature, and the same love of gardening, there is the 

 same sensibility in their little art as in the English poets'. 

 Their delicate feminine hands have a perfect manipula- 

 tion. 



