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Stock Company, which is their sole thought and knowledge of the drama. The Dr. would
strike off now and then to philosophizing and moralizing but his daughter would
immediately sit upon him, much to my disgust but to the evident relief of the rest. His
wife is as lovely as he is but I can't give it to you all now. Wait until I get home.
The young lady, the youths and myself came up to Boston together and had as pleasant a
ride, as the heat would allow. I left them at the depot and went up to the Parker House
and then to the Art Museum. The statuary is plaster, the coins are copies, and by the way,
I found one exactly like mine, which, if it is genuine is worth, "well considerable", as the
personage in charge remarked. The pictures were simply vile, only two or three that I
recognized and principally Millet and some charcoal sketches of Hunt's, who is the
Apostle of Art here. The china was very fine but they had a collection of old furniture and
armor which was better than anything else. Fresh from or rather musty from these
antiques, who should I meet but the cheerful Dixey and Powers. We had a very jolly talk
and I enjoyed it immensely, not only myself but all the surrounding populace, as Dixey
would persist in showing the youthful some new "gag," and would break into a clog or
dialect much to the delectation of the admiring Bostonians. I am stranded here for to
night and will push on to Newport to-morrow. I'll go see the "babes" to night, as there is
nothing else in the city that is worth seeing that I haven't investigated. I left the
Newburyportians in grief with regret. I met lots of nice people and every one was so very
kind to me, from the authoresses to the serving maids. Good-bye.
DICK.
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