George F. Hoar: “I bow down to him as the wild Indian does before his wooden idol.”

We bring you a more costly and precious gift than any jewel or diadem, though it came from an Emperor's treasury.

If there is anything more beautiful than a moonlight summer night in the heart of the Forest of Dean, it is its transformation into a summer morning, with the sparkle of dew on the grass, and the sunrise on the trees; with the music of…

We bring you the heart's love of Boston where you were born, and Worcester where you took the early vows you have kept so well; of Massachusetts who knows she has no worthier son, and of the great and free country to whom you have taught…

It is not too much to say that most of the main roads in England are Roman; but the very continuity of their use has caused this to be overlooked.