Fortune
To Boston and its people, ancient and substantial
...the second floor and beef in the basement and the slight, gilt grasshopper of the weather vane turning overhead, and North Street still lies where the shanghai men left it when they pulled the last drunk sailor from its Sunday morning rain, and Copp’s Hill Burying Ground still looks across the Ship Channel with its winged skulls and sullen slates and the rain-thumbed years of Cotton Mather and his kind, and Beacon Hill still smells of cannel coal...
6 days ago