Letters from America

Yet Boston is alive. It sits, in comfortable middle-age, on the ruins of its glory. But it is not buried beneath them. It used to lead America in Literature, Thought, Art, everything. The years have passed. It is remarkable how nearly now Boston is to New York what Munich is to Berlin. Boston and Munich were the leaders forty years ago. They can’t quite make out that they aren’t now. It is too incredible that Art should leave her goose-feather bed and away to the wraggle-taggle business-men.