It was as
charming to weave my conjectures, about the two gentlemen with
whom I had so barely spoken, as to have carried my acquaintance
with them further, and I cannot see how it would have profited me
to know more even of that fellow-man who, in the cold wynd a-
blowing, had just been thinking he wished he was at home.
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THE MOTHER OF THE AMERICAN ATHENS
It was fit that on our way to Boston we should pause in passing
through Cambridge. That was quite as we should have done at home,
and I can only wish now that we had paused longer, though every
moment that kept us from Boston, if it had been anywhere but in
England, would have been a loss. There, it was all gain, and all
joy, the gay September 24th that we went this divine journey. My
companion was that companionable archaeologist who had guided my
steps in search of the American origins in London, and who was
now to help me follow the Pilgrim Fathers over the ground where
they sojourned when they were only the Pilgrim Sons.
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