VIEW FROM STEPS OF BURIAL HILL, PLYMOUTH, SHOWING THE TOWN SQUARE, LEYDEN STREET, THE CHURCH OF THE PILGRIMAGE, THE FIRST CHURCH, AND, IN THE DISTANCE, THE PILGRIM MONUMENT IN PROVINCETOWN _facing_ 192 CLARK'S ISLAND, PLYMOUTH 203 BOSTON: A FOREWORD [Illustration] To love Boston or to laugh at Boston--it all depends on whether or not you are a Bostonian. Perhaps the happiest attitude--and the most intelligent--is tinged with both amusement and affection: amusement at the undeviating ceremonial of baked beans on Saturday night and fish balls on Sunday morning; at the Boston bag (not so ubiquitous now as formerly); at the indefatigable consumption of lectures; at the Bostonese pronunciation; affection for the honorable traditions, noble buildings, distinguished men and women. Boston is an old city--one must remember that it was settled almost three centuries ago--and old cities, like old people, become tenacious of their idiosyncrasies, admitting their inconsistencies and prejudices with complacency, wisely aware that age has bestowed on them a special value, which is automatically increased with the passage of time. To tell the story of an old city is like cutting down through the various layers of a fruity layer cake. When you turn the slice over, you see that every piece is a cross-section. So almost every locality and phase of this venerable metropolis could be studied, and really should be studied, according to its historical strata: Colonial, Provincial, Revolutionary, economic, and literary. All of these periods have piled up their associations one upon the other, and all of them must be somewhat understood if one would sincerely comprehend what has aptly been called not a city, but a "state of mind." It is as impossible for the casual sojourner to grasp the significance of the multifarious historical and literary events which have transpired here as for a few pages to outline them. Wherever one stands in Boston suggests the church of San Clemente in Rome, where, you remember, there are three churches built one upon the other. However, those who would take the lovely journey from Boston to Plymouth needs must make some survey, no matter how superficial, of their starting-place. And perhaps the best spot from which to begin is the Common.