because of the noble, beautiful souls who thought and worked there, and
gave by spoken and written words strength and counsel and comfort to
many.

Returning to Centre Street, we pass south from Eliot Street, and look
with interest upon the old Williams house, a commodious, square building
with central porch and balustrade along the roofline, built in 1805 by
Stephen Gorham, a Boston merchant. It was for many years the attractive
home of Mr. Moses Williams and family and is still in their possession.

The old Hallet, Seaverns, Balch, and Louder homes, all suggest
interesting and valuable memories, which we would gladly record did our
limits permit. But we are tempted to spare a few moments doe a stroll
through Louder's Lane. Many times have we proved the truth of Young's
words: "How blessing brighten as they take their flight!" and they ring
in our hearts to-day as we wander into this picturesque old way; and we
love even more dearly than of yore the quiet, the grassy sides, the wild
growths of roses and blackberry-bushes, the tangle of ivy and woodbine,
and the lovely vistas through leafy framings of sunny hillsides and
woods, of pastures dotted with grazing cattle, and of peaceful farm
homes. It is a country idyll, sweet and restful! We may slacken our
horses reins while he crops the wayside grass, or we may sit on a fallen
stone from the old wall, while we muse of early days when there was no
turnstile to block our path, but we should wander on around the loops of
Sargent's woods, and gather at will the blue and white violets, the
anemones and columbines and cowslips, without a fear of brass-buttoned
monitor or coasting wheelman.

We see again the dignified form of Manlius Sargent in his stately horse,
as he rode through his wood-roads, and many another familiar face of