New Walks in Old Ways 



Saturday Club, with its memories of 

 Holmes and Longfellow and Emerson 

 and Lowell and Hawthorne and Whit- 

 tier and Thoreau and Prescott, of Dana 

 and Appleton; saying nothing of the 

 Adamses, the Hoars, the Quincys, the 

 Sumners, the Brookses, the Cabots, the 

 Phillips, indefinitely, it is close to 

 crime. But it isn't Boston's fault. 

 The Pilgrim Fathers began with Ply- 

 mouth, and scattered the dearly-loved 

 old English names all along the coast 

 of this New England of their dreams. 

 They came with their hearts filled with 

 gratitude to Almighty God for this 

 haven of refuge from persecution, and 

 with inbred loyalty to the crown; but 

 their new environment soon told upon 

 their character. The shaggy, rock- 

 bound shores imparted stern resolves. 

 Every loyal American living west of 

 the Hudson and south of Hoboken 

 owes it to himself to visit New Eng- 

 land. Every un-American, no matter 

 where he is enjoying the unappreciated 

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