ly under the sea. Beacon Street ended in front of the site of the Public Garden.
What is called our best society lived on streets looking on the Common, or on those lying near by, all within ten minutes walk of the State House.
For its numbers, no American city was so strong in capital.
Its older wealth, created just before and just after the beginning of the century, had come from foreign commerce, from ships returning from distant seas; its later had come from mills established on the Merrimac.
Its prosperous citizens were, in a certain proportion, born in the city, but many had come from the centre of the State, from Cape Cod, and from New Hampshire,—men of good stock, enterprising, self-poised, and large-minded.
Some had a pedigree in which they took pride; while others, who could not boast that distinction, fell easily into the fashion of the place.
They educated their children in academies and colleges; and when rare ability and ambition were combined in their sons, they s