y romantic figures of Sir Harry Frankland and Agnes
Surriage; the funeral processions of General Warren and Charles Sumner.
The organ, which came from England in 1756, is said to have been
selected by Handel at the request of King George, and along the walls of
the original King's Chapel were hung the escutcheons of the Kings of
England and of the Royal Governors.

The Old State House is in this vicinity and is worthy--as are, indeed,
both the Old South Church and King's Chapel--of careful architectural
study and enjoyment. There are portraits, pictures, relics, and rooms
within, and without the beautifully quaint lines and truly lovely
details of the facade infuse a perpetual charm into the atmosphere of
the city. It was directly in front of this building that the Boston
Massacre took place in 1770, and from this second-story balcony that
the repeal of the Stamp Act was read, and ten years later the full text
of the Declaration of Independence.

Perhaps the next most interesting building in this section of old Boston
is Faneuil Hall, the "Cradle of Liberty" whose dignified, old-fashioned
proportions were not lost--thanks to Bulfinch--when it was enlarged. A
gift of a public-spirited citizen, this building has served in a double
capacity for a hundred and seventy-seven years, having public
market-stalls below and a large hall above--a hall which is never
rented, but used freely by the people whenever they wish to discuss
public affairs. It would be impossible to enumerate the notable speakers
and meetings which have rendered this hall famous, from General Gage
down to Daniel Webster, Theodore Roosevelt, and Marshal Joffre.

If you are fond of water sights and smells you can step from Faneuil
Hall down to a region permeated with the flavor of salt and the sound of
shipping, a region of both ancient tradition and present activity. Here
is India Wharf, its seven-story yellow-brick building once so
tremendously significant of Boston's shipping prosperity; Long Wharf, so
named because when it was built it was the longest in the country, and
bore a battery at its end; Central Wharf, with its row of venerable
stone warehouses; T Wharf, immensely picturesque with its congestion of
craft of all descriptions; Commercial Wharf, where full-rigged sailing
vessels which traded with China and India and the Cape of Good Hope were
wont to anchor a hundred years ago. All this region is crammed with the
paraphernalia of a typical water-