32 OCEAN TO OCEAN ON HORSEBACK. 



For a short time Faneuil Hall was occupied by 

 the Boston Post Office, while that institution, whose 

 early days were somewhat restless ones, was seeking 

 a more permanent home. For thirty years after the 

 Revolution, it was moved about from pillar to post, 

 occupying at one time a building on the site of Bos- 

 ton's first meeting-house, and at another the Mer- 

 chants' Exchange Building, whence it was driven by 

 the great fire of 1872. Faneuil Hall was next 

 selected as the temporary headquarters, next the Old 

 South Church, after which the Post Office — a veritable 

 Wandering Jew among Boston public institutions — 

 was finally and suitably housed under its own roof- 

 tree, the present fine building on Post Office Square. 



To the Old South Church itself, the sightseer next 

 turns, if still bent on historical pilgrimages. This 

 venerable building of unadorned brick, whose name 

 figures so prominently in Revolutionary annals, stands 

 at the corner of Washington and Milk streets. Rows 

 of business structures, some of them new and clean as 

 a whistle and almost impertinently eloquent of the im- 

 portance of this world and its goods, cluster around 

 the old church and hem it in, but are unable to jostle 

 it out of the quiet dignity with which it holds its 

 place, its heavenward-pointing spire preaching the 

 sermons against worldliness which are no longer 

 heard within its ancient walls. To every window the 

 fanciful mind can summon a ghost — that of Benja- 

 min Franklin, who was baptized and attended service 

 here; Whitfield, who here delivered some of the 

 eoul-searching, soul-reaching sermons, which swept 

 America like a Pentecostal flame ; Warren, who here 

 uttered his famous words on the anniversary of the 



