and the numerous sites of small fortifications which the student of history can readily call to mind. In the far distance, on the northwest, rise the higher peaks of the White Mountains of New Hampshire; and on the northeast, the peninsula of Nahant, and the more remote Cape Anne may be seen. Wonders which present science and enterprise are developing and forming are there exhibited in profusion. At one glance from this lofty observatory may be seen seven railroads,[11] and many other avenues connecting the city with the country; and ships from almost every region of the globe dot the waters of the harbor. Could a tenant of the old grave-yard on Copp's Hill, who lived a hundred years ago, when the village upon Tri-mountain was fitting out its little armed flotillas against the French in Acadia, or sending forth its few vessels of trade along the neighboring coasts, or occasionally to cross the Atlantic, come forth and stand beside us a moment, what a new and wonderful world would be presented to his vision! A hundred years ago! "Who peopled all the city streets A hundred years ago? Who fill'd the church with faces meek A hundred years ago?" They were men wise in their generation, but ignorant in practical knowledge when compared with the present. In their wildest dreams, incited by tales of wonder that spiced the literature of their times, they never fancied any thing half so wonderful as our mighty dray-horse, "The black steam-engine! steed of iron power-- The wond'rous steed of the Arabian tale, Lanch'd on its course by pressure of a touch-- The war-horse of the Bible, with its neck Grim, clothed with thunder, swallowing the way In fierceness of its speed, and shouting out, 'Ha! ha!'[12] A little water, and a grasp Of wood, sufficient for its nerves of steel, Shooting away, 'Ha! ha!' it shouts, as on It gallops, dragging in its tireless path Its load of fire."