One of the most imposing buildings in Boston twenty years ago was a granitehotel whose western windows looked upon a graveyard. Passing up a flight ofsteps and ... » 

One of the most imposing buildings in Boston twenty years ago was a granitehotel whose western windows looked upon a graveyard. Passing up a flight ofsteps and beneath a portico of dignified granite columns and so through anembarrassing pair of swingingdoors to the roomy vestibule you would therepause a moment to spit upon the blackandwhite tessellated pavement. Havingthus asserted your title to Puritan ancestry and to the best accommodationsthe house afforded you would approach the desk and write your name in thehotel register. This done you would be apt to run your eye over the last dozenarrivals on the chance of lighting upon the autograph of some acquaintance tobe shunned or sought according to circumstances. Let us suppose for thestorys sake that such was the gentle readers behavior on a certain nightduring the latter part of May in the year eighteen hundred and fiftythree. Ifnow he will turn to the ninetyninth page of the register above mentioned hewill remark that the last name thereon written is Doctor Hiero Glyphic. Room27. «