back and forth to then summit of Hemlock Mountain, where was an arbor
with seats for resting surrounded by majestic trees, and where lovely
vistas of the distant hills and nearer valley could be enjoyed, On the
gray rocks yonder were nature's moss-clad seats, where one listened to
the endless whispering of the leaves, the prattle of the happy brook
below, and the ever-changing songs of birds.

"Up springs, at every step, to claim a tear,
Some little friendship formed in childhood here;
And not the lightest leaf but trembling teems,
With golden visions and romantic dreams."

Mr. Bussey's life is a remarkable illustration of the success, which
results from natural ability and persevering industry. With very small
pecuniary means in early life, he made the most of every condition and
advantage, and ultimately acquired large wealth and influence. Possibly
some here may remember the family coach, with its yellow body and
trimmings, drawn by four fine horses, in which Mr. Bussey and his family
rode to church each Sabbath. There is a pleasing tradition that the old
gentleman had the unusual but very gracious habit of bowing to people
near him on all sides in the church before taking his seat in the square
pew. On the occasion of President Andrew Jackson's visit to Boston,
accompanied by Vice-President Van Buren, in June 1833, Mr. Bussey joined
the grand procession in his yellow coach, drawn by six horses, richly
caparisoned, and attended by liveried servants.

On the opposite side of South Street one sees the very attractive house
known to us as the Peters homestead, which, in 1799, was built by Captain
William Gordon Weld. About three years after making this home, Captain
Weld was lost at sea, leaving his widow, who was a sister of Judge