VICTORIANISM

Victorianism? It may well be. Yet in these days of diets and derricks and dynamos the pleasure of seeing in the nominal, phenomenal--or what you will an actual Victoria, drawn by an actual, docile Victorian horse is, in no unreal sense, real, vital, lasting.

For years, since, indeed the time when Garibaldi lived in Brooklyn and the daisy chain had buxom links, Freddie has served the public, privately, of Boston. Last night he again moved effectively, convincingly over modern streets, an anachronism, with a bad leg. So when those who out of generosity and victory donate to the Army of Salvation, it must be hoped that this grand old man and grand old horse will stir an occasional tear. One need not wait until Freddie fails, to weep o'er his prostrate white form in the Sterne mannerly one may do it now. A bas the motor car. Freddie is eternal.