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Mose Brown’s Excuse. 
[Written for the BREEZE.] 
Mose Brown had a stomach, as many can tell, 
‘That was really something immense, 
And to keep this big stomach of his full of 
grub 
Was doubtless quite an expense. 
If met on the highway or seen’in the town 
Your nerves it surely would harrow ; 
*Twas a clear case of effect preceding the 
cause, 
As he wheeled it ahead in a barrow. 
*Twas said that he measured some two feet 
and eight 
When measured right through his equator; 
Full two feet over the line was he built, 
In spite of the building inspector. 
Of course there were many things he could 
not do, 
On account of his ponderous weight ; 
He could not get near enough to a good job, 
And he always traveled as freight. 
He could not turn round in a half-acre lot; 
Ata hill he always was stalled ; 
Miss Brown had for ages tied up his shoes 
As in the arm-chair he sprawled. 
One day she told Mose when tying his shoes 
That he needed a valet for sure; 
Moses admitted that a valet he’d like, 
But allowed he was too thundering poor. 
Just now ’twas a mountain that stood in his 
way, 
But if *twas a valley he had, 
He’d tie his own shoes and not bother her, 
And they both would be almighty glad. 
One day a quack doctor came into the town 
With a bag full of wonderful pills, 
That would cure every ill that the flesh ever 
knew, 
From cholera down to the chills. 
He camped on the Common and put up his 
light, 
Then a story began to relate, 
And the crowd gathered round to see what 
was up, 
Why the stories he told them were great. 
But Mose butted in as far as he could, 
Displacing men by the score ; 
He paid strict attention # all that was said, 
And anxiously waited for more. 
When the doctor came, in his wonderful 
speech, 
To his marvelous parasite pill, 
He beckoned for Moses to come to the front, 
That he might exhibit his skill. 
He told Mose Brown how much better he’d 
feel 
If he shook off a hundred or two, 
And of money he’d save in his grocery bills; 
Now Moses was sure it was true. 
He made up his mind that he’d give it a try, 
And see what the doctor could do, 
But said to the doctor I’ll wait a few days, 
If it makes no difference to you. 
The doctor objected to any delay, 
But Mose was determined to wait. 
“‘T havea good reason,” says he to the crowd, 
“‘That I am willing to state.” 
““The Women’s Relief Corpsin Grand Army 
hall 
Have a baked bean supper to-night, 
I'd like to postpone till after that time ; 
You all must admit I am right.” 
Now Mose had that supper and Mose took 
the pills, 
And I think he’s taking them yet, 
But the reason he gave for delaying the game 
We'll never, no never forget. 
—G.E. W. 
TROLLEY TOURS. 
No. 8—Historic Lexington by Trolley. 
BY CHESTER F. STIEES. 
Historic Lexington is always inter- 
esting. It is estimated by men who 
know that if the stranger to Boston is 
pressed for time, he will at least insist 
on a trip to Lexington after he has 
satisfied his curiosity at Bunker Hill. 
Since the Lexington and Boston 
Railway was completed, several years 
ago, the historic towns of Lexington, 
Bedford. and Concord have _ been 
opened up to trolley trippers, and 
stone cannon in front of the Lexington 
High School. 
We are now nearly at the Green. 
The tourist should proceed directly to 
the battle-ground and return later to 
town hall, in which is contained Henry 
Sandham’s painting entitled ‘The 
Dawn of Liberty.” 
At the near end of the Green, where 
we alight, is Kitson’s splendid bronze 
of Capt. John Parker, of the minute 
men, standing on a pedestal made 
from boulders. Immediately behind 
is the stone pulpit marking the site of 
the old meeting houses, while on the 
right is the Buckman tavern, appro- 
priately marked by a 
OLD MUNROE TAVERN, LEXINGTON, 
this route offers also the most desira- 
ble line from Boston to Lowell. The 
trolley tourist should take the Boston 
electrics, and at City Square, Charles- 
town, use his eight-cent check, which 
will admit tothe Elevated. Changing 
at Sullivan Square, in the huge ter- 
minal station, we find the Lexington 
cars, commodious, up-to-date blue cars 
marked ‘ Lowell.” 
The run to Arlington is quickly 
made via Winter Hill, Somerville. 
At Arlington Centre we pass the 
Cooper Tavern, of Colonial days, when 
Arlington was known as Menotomy. 
We are closely following the ride of 
Paul Revere, and the tourist must 
look sharp along the road, as it is 
lined with tablets marking historical 
spots. 
At East Lexington, on the right, 
will be seen the»shouse of Jonathan 
-Harrington, the last survivor of the 
battle, and on the left, some distance 
beyond, is the Munroe Tavern, pre- 
serving the old colonial appearance 
it presented when occupied by Lord 
Percy as headquarters of the British 
forces. 
When the British arrived in Lexing- 
ton they planted two field pieces to 
play upon the village. The site of one 
is marked on the hill on the left 
beyond the Munroe tavern ; the second 
was on the right and is marked by the 
sign. 
As we pass along the 
right of the Common, 
we come to the quaint 
boulder on which are 
carved the colonial fire- 
arms and powder horn 
and the orders to the 
little band of minute- 
men, “ Don’t fire unless 
fired upon.” 
Hancock street leads 
us across the railroad 
track, and undera mag- 
nificent line of New 
England elms to the 
celebrated = Hancock- 
Clarke house. On the 
hill, near by, John 
Adams is reputed to have spoken the 
famous words, ‘‘ Whata glorious morn- 
ing for America.” The Hancock- 
Clarke house is a public museum filled 
with much of interest to the historical 
tourist. No admission is charged, but 
guests are invited to contribute their 
little mites to the box within and help 
along the fund for maintenance. 
Here it was that John Hancock 
and Samuel Adams were sleeping 
when roused by Paul Revere, and they 
escaped towards Burlington in a car- 
riage. The house formerly stood op- 
posite, and was moved to its present 
position. 
Returning to the Green, we take 
Elm avenue on the North side of the 
triangular green. Here stands a white 
house, the home of Jonathan Harring- 
ton, who, wounded at the affair on the 
Common, dragged himself home and 
died in his wife’s arms. 
We may now observe the battle 
monument erected in 1799. Its ivy- 
covered sides are conspicuous across 
the Green, and we read with interest 
the long inscription carved upon it. 
The bodies of those killed in the battle 
are beneath, having been removed 
from the old burying ground near by. 
An old boulder marks, with its 
inscription, the way to ‘‘ Ye Old Bury- 
ing Ground.” Within are the graves 
of the minute-men and others identi- 
