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Robert Morriss Browning correspondence to Mabel C. Williams, July-December 1918

1918-08-28 Robert M. Browning to Dr. Mabel C. Williams Page 2

it. Waves moving along and leaving the water where they found it - all ready for another little wave, white caps showing for a moment where a wave had strained itself to the breaking point so as to stand out above the others, all of it moving restlessly & none of it going anywhere - that's the sea.
Oh, I suppose that was just my mood. I was lonesome, probably, before I saw the sea and would probably have had about the same feeling if I'd stayed in Boston and watched the crowd. There is an appeal, all right. One wants to go out to the edge and look over, but it looks so far to go, and there's just sea  beyond it.
Boston was interesting. Crooked, dirty, narrow, little streets with metal plates marking "sites," cemeteries sprinkled among skyscrapers, churches where Garrison orated, corners where Solomon Levi had a push cart, a deed signed by Selectman Jeremiah Hoozis in 1793 and now carefully lent to the glass case by Mrs. Phoebe Baxter, smelly little places where delicious sea food is served, and a million soldiers, sailors, marines, and flying cadets saluting successively - that was Boston.

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it. Waves moving along and leaving the water where they found it - all ready for another little wave, white caps showing for a moment where a wave had strained itself to the breaking point so as to stand out above the others, all of it moving restlessly & none of it going anywhere - that's the sea. Oh, I suppose that was just my mood. I was lonesome, probably, before I saw the sea and would probably have had about the same feeling if I'd stayed in Boston and watched the crowd. There is an appeal, all right. One wants to go out to the edge and look over, but it looks so far to go, and there's just sea beyond it. Boston was interesting. Crooked, dirty, narrow, little streets with metal plates marking "sites," cemeteries sprinkled among skyscrapers, churches where Garrison orated, corners where Solomon Levi had a push cart, a deed signed by Selectman Jeremiah Hoozis in 1793 and now carefully lent to the glass case by Mrs. Phoebe Baxter, smelly little places where delicious sea food is served, and a million soldiers, sailors, marines, and flying cadets saluting successively - that was Boston.