‘pointers’ met on May-day on the renowned (not then, but now) Prospect Hill
, and there on the former tented field they met in war's grim struggle and settled, or tried to, their long-pent feuds; but these were bloodless fields, where a few stone bruises or fistic contusions constituted the losses on either side.
Picnicking was a recreation of the days before the war; people from Union Square and its neighborhood found health and amusement in the sylvan retreats of Norton
's or of Palfrey
's groves, or in excursions to the grounds and groves of Fresh
and Spy Ponds
Union Square, like all other communities, had of course from time to, time its little excitements, and occasionally larger ones.
Among the latter was the great tidal wave which destroyed Minot
's Ledge lighthouse; this wave swept inland, inundating all low lands in Boston
and along the coast.
It came up the Charles
and Miller's Rivers
, flooding all the lands along them nearly to or beyond the Brass Tube Works; where the Parochial School is, there was that day a lake of sea water several hundred feet wide, covering Webster Avenue and shutting off all communication south of Union Square till the tide fell.
The whole territory east of Webster Avenue and the glasshouse, from the Fitchburg Railroad into Cambridge
, was one vast inland sea, where upon the ebbing of the tide were seen coops, small buildings, and other objects sailing gracefully out to the harbor.
It was a sight ever to be remembered.
The visit of the Prince
, now Edward VII., in 1860 was another event worth recalling; his Royal Highness, whose visit to Canada
and the United States
was the great international event of the time, on October 19 made a flying trip to Mt. Auburn
, at which latter place he was received and entertained with great cordiality by the faculty and students of Harvard College.
He returned to Boston
by the way of Washington Street, Somerville
, through Union Square, where, sitting in his barouche, he saluted with royal grace the people gathered in the Square
to see him, among whom was the writer.
was a fine-looking young man of nineteen, slim and graceful; he arrived in Boston
from New York on October 17,