It is a tradition of Franklin Square that Washington once lived in the Walton House; and it is certain that Citizen Genet married there the daughter of Governor George Clinton. Once indeed, some years since, the Easy Chair, hearing an extraordinary and novel sound like the smooth rolling of a stately chariot, thought, as the day was late and the twilight was already beginning, that some of the fine old societies of that fine old day had somehow forgotten themselves into somehow returning to the scene of so much last-century festivity; and anxious to see both them and their amazement at the transformation of the fashionable square, rolled itself to the window, and, looking out--saw the first horse-car rumbling gravely along to the neighboring ferry. Remaining at the window, and mindful of Washington at the old Walton House, the Easy Chair was aware of Mercury, who runs the editorial errands and is a much-meditating young messenger, standing by his side with one of the editorial brethren. "Mercury," said the editorial brother, "do you know who Washington was?" "The father of his country," promptly replied the messenger. "And what did he ever do that was notorious and disreputable?" Mercury was plainly indignant at this question, and answered, evasively: "Well, he never told a lie, if he did chop down his father's apple-tree." "And what else did he do?" With energy Mercury responded: "He whipped the bloody Britishers." "And what became of him when he grew up?" "He was President." "Mercury," said the editorial brother, "do you see that house across the street?" "The old Walton House?" "The old Walton House." "Of course I do." "Well, Mercury, he lived there." "Who lived where?" demanded Mercury, with wide-opening eyes. "George Washington lived in the old Walton House." "But not the same George?" asked Mercury, doubtfully. "Not the first President?" "The first wood-chopper of fame, and the first President," replied the brother quill. Mercury gazed at the house earnestly for a little while and then warmly demanded, "Why don't they keep his old sign-board up to let folks know?" _Bugle of Freedom!_ out of the mouths of babes and sucklings the truth proceeds. It was the same instinct that caused the Easy Chair to exclaim a year ago, as it contemplated the prospect of changing the old and famous State-house, "Why take the old sign down?" THE BOSTON MUSIC HALL