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of private carriages. As the hearse passed the onlookers made no 

 sign, and mine was the only hat raised. The whole affair was very 

 well organized, as such things usually are in America. Demon- 

 strations, with, of course, the inevitable procession, are held on the 

 smallest excuse ; in fact, the marshalling of them and the provision 

 of the accessories, including, possibly, enthusiast crowds to order, is 

 a regular branch of trade in the larger cities where 'Campaign 

 Goods ' are often seen advertised." 



On returning to Boston I changed on board the train my ordinary 

 return for a "stop-over ticket." This was done as a matter of 

 course without payment, and enabled me to visit North Weymouth, 

 which lies nearest the sea of the four villages, in fact, may be said 

 to lie on the Bay of Weymouth. Let no one suppose for a moment, 

 however, that it bears even the remotest resemblance to our 

 beautiful bay. It is not without attractions of its own, nevertheless, 

 being a narrow sinuous arm of Boston Harbour. It has a shingly 

 shore well fringed with bushes and trees of moderate height. The 

 small promontory, whence I looked upon it, yielded an abundance of 

 wild barberries, and the well known odour of Sweet Gale (My rica Gale 

 or some closely allied species) was at once recognised. A number 

 of small yachts, painted white and all of one pattern, with one 

 mast stepped as far as possible forward, were scudding through the 

 water or lying anchored in the offing. These for the most part 

 belonged to the proprietors of the villas, of which North Weymouth 

 mainly consists. Returning from the shore, innocent, by-the-bye, 

 of bathing machines, I sought in vain for a restaurant, hotel, or 

 something of the kind, and had, therefore, to quench both hunger 

 and thirst simultaneously by a frugal repast of pears, which I ate 

 sitting on a doorstep ! I was, I fancy, a victim to Local Option, the 

 Maine Liquor Law, or something of the kind ! I was not sorry to 

 reach the " Brunswick " at Boston, which I have no hesitation in 

 saying was the best of all the hotels I used when in America, not 

 excepting the " United States " at Saratoga, with its dining-room 

 accommodating 1,000 guests, and its army of 150 black waiters. 

 My tale is now told, and I will only add one question. If 



