, in 1844 contributed this and the companion pieces to The Stranger in Lowell.
this, then, is Lowell,—a city springing up, like the enchanted palaces of the Arabian tales, as it were in a single ni which stirs the waters of the beautiful Bay of Casco!
But time will remedy all this; and, when Lowell shall have numbered half the years of her sister cities, her newly planted elms and maples, whicroducing.
Who can paint like Nature ?
First day in Lowell.
To a population like that of Lowell, the weekly respite from monotonous in-door toil afforded by the first day of the week is particthat?
Don't you know that no unclean thing can enter the kingdom of heaven?
If you would see Lowell aright, as Walter Scott says of Melrose Abbey, one must be here of a pleasant First day at the cndary consideration.
Gain is the great, all-absorbing object.
Very few, comparatively, regard Lowell as their continuing city.
They look longingly back to green valleys of Vermont, to quiet farm-h