NORTH SHORE BREEZE 
A turn to the left and a sun-bleached 
road, at ‘hide and seek” with the river, 
winds down to the church spire, hills and 
the open sea beyond. Behind, wooded 
dells shut down to this, with a farm or 
two in the niche, then stretch on’ to the 
shore again. Edge this with a low, 
mellow line of sea and sky, and you have 
a picture for the pencil of “ Bierstadt.” 
Let Pleasure seekers follow her at their 
own sweet will—the newly married to 
“Saratoga”—seven-story trunks to “Long 
Branch,’and fashionables where they list. 
But should any one bein search of Com- 
fort, she can be found in a suit of old 
clothes on the hillside at Manchester. 
Los: 
* * * * 
And speaking of letters here is one 
my friend Tommie Walsh handed me 
the other day. Tommie, by the way, 
is well known in Manchester and all 
along the shore, in fact, having served 
with one of our best known families 
from Boston for a good many seasons. 
It so happens that another Thomas 
Walsh spent last season on the North 
Shore. And itis a matter of much 
mirth among our own Tom’s friends 
that mail intended for one should 
sometimes reach the other. The 
following letter was evidently intend- 
ed for the Thomas who gives $40,000 
dinners and who lavishes millions in 
luxury with little or no hesitation : 
BAR HARBOR, Sept. 3. 
Dear Mr. Walsh: 
I saw your picture in the paper and it 
looked so much like my brother, I hope 
you are my brother. I have not seen 
is for thirty years. He was born in 
the County Kilkeney. He left Ireland 
about 32 or 33 years ago. My father 
was born in the County Kilkeney. His 
name was James Walsh. Please write 
and let me know if you were in Halifax 
30 years ago, and wey, 
R 
S. 
No. — Aisle Ave., Bar Harbor. 
Tommie tells me he gets letters of 
this kind quite frequently, many of 
which claim relationship, and many 
others calling for money. 
* * * * 
I hear that one of the mail-carriers 
in Manchester has invested in a buck- 
ing bronco and is to carry the Smith’s 
Point mail in true western fashion. 
His enterprise is beyond all question, 
for I hear that, whereas, there were 
formerly several competitors, Frank 
now has the monopoly of the business, 
and the purchase of the bronco is not 
solely a mark of enterprise, but it is 
also a sign of prosperity. 
As he now drives up to the post- 
office with a flourish, fills his mail bag 
with the letters and papers for the 
summer residents on the Point, and 
departs again, they say that you can 
see the eyes of his former competitors 
turn green with envy as they realize 
what a good proposition they have lost. 
Subscribe for the BREEZE now. 
9 
TROLLEY TOURS. 
No. 9—Classic Concord by Trolley. 
BY, CHESTER SRS STILES: 
Classic Concord offers many in- 
ducements to the trolley tripper of 
literary tastes. It is easily accessible 
square, and here reasonable carriage 
hire may be obtained. It is quite wise 
to avail one’s self of this convenience, 
for the distances are fairly long, al- 
though not such as to inconvenience 
one in any way, except loss of time. 
A sign points the way to the battle 
ground. We turn in from the road, 
about a half-mile from 
the square and pass 
. through a woodland 
road to the North 
Bridge, which is a 
copy of the original 
structure. The graves 
of unidentified British 
soldiers are near by, 
at the left of the battle 
monument.. This obe- 
lisk marks the British 
lines in the fight. 
Crossing the bridge 
we come to French’s 
masterpiece, known as 
the ‘Minute Man.” 
EMERSON’S HOME AT CONCORD. 
by the lines of the Lexington and 
Boston system, and may be profitably 
visited in connection with Lexington. 
In this event, we may 
This depicts in heroic 
size the farmer patriot 
leaving his plow for the battlefield, 
and is inscribed with Emerson’s oft- 
repeated verse, which ends with 
use the morning at Lex- 
ington and journey on 
to Concord to dinner at 
the old Wright Tavern, 
a bona-fide relic of old 
Colonial days. 
item GOncord sacar 
starts at Arlington 
Heights, and may be 
reached by the various 
lines of the Boston Ele- 
vated system from Sul- 
livan Square or via 
Cambridge. Theroute 
to Lexington was de- 
scribed in our last issue. 
The car diverges from 
the Lowell route in 
Bedford, another his- 
toric town associated 
with the affair at Lex- 
ington and Concord. 
Entering Concord, 
we pass Sleepy Hollow 
cemetery, and we may 
save time by alighting 
here and visiting the 
graves of the writers 
on ‘Authors’ Ridge.” 
Hawthorne’s grave is a 
modest stone, enclosed 
within an iron rail, and 
near by will be found 
that of Louisa Alcott 
and of Thoreau. Em- 
erson’s grave is a boul- 
der of rose quartz, with 
a tablet set. on the face. 
Returning to the en- 
trance, we walk to the 
STATUE OF MINUTE-MAN, CONCORD BATTLE GROUND. 
