BALLOU'S PICTORIAL
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Kalolen
M. M. BALLOU, UM
BOSTON, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 12, 1857.
83 00 PER ANNUM.
CENTS SINGLE VOL. XIII., No. 11-WHOLE No. 325.
BOSTON WATERING-CART.
alike the millionaire and the penniless, the lord of costly lots and
Our artist, Mr. Homer, has sketched for the delectation of the the landless man, the proud beauty, flaunting in the glory of in-
patrons of the Pictorial one of our prominent Boston notions flated silk, and the rustle damsel come to town to do a little shop
a perambulating fountain in the shape of a water eart, represented ping in a callco dress. Broadcloth it assails, velvet it adheres to
as playing before the palarial dry-goods establishment of C. F. Sweeping along in eddying whirls, the dust of a midsummer street
Hovey & Co., Sammer Street. Now this same machine is no
dwarfish sprinkler, irritating rather than irrigating the dust with a After a windy, dusty spell, with what delight do we hail the dark-
gives us a lively idea of the moving sands of a Syrian desert.
pany stream, bet a ponderous structure, a little less than the farening of the sky, the gathering of clouds, the matter of the thus-
famed tun of Heidelberg, hat dispensing generous showers like der, like the signal gun of a battle! And the first big plashing
one of Mr. Espy's hest-got-up clouds. What denizen of a city drops are hailed with universal delight. Then comes the beating
has not suffered from the dust, one of the crying plagses of urban shower, laying the dust with its repeated blows, reviving the trees
life And this name dust is not composed of earthy particles that here and there make a little greenery in the heart of the arid
alone-but filled with fine, cutting grains of disintegrated granite, eity, washing the paint off the houses and the sidewalk, clearing
flavored unpleasantly besides, possessing the most insinuating qual- the stony channels, and giving a new aspect to everything. But
itles, gifted with extraordinary locomotive powers, and invading we cannot summon a shower at will. Nature is sometimes chary
eyes, ears, nose and mouth, viciously adhering to well oiled locks of ier choicest gifts, and so art must be invoked to supply her coy
and mustachio, and converting black-bearded youth into gray deficiencies. And necessity, the mother of art, has given as the
deficiencies. And necessity, the mother of art, has given as the
bearded age. No respecter of persons, the whirling dust assails watering cart. We look upon the driver of one of these useful ma
chines with peculiar respect, for he fills an elevated position, and
the adroitness of the Jehu he must add the adroitness and jalg-
one of great value-a sort of Jupiter Pluvialis in his way. To
ment of a man of taste. The hand that controls the valve must
be a nice one he must "do bis spirting gently." It will not an
imbued with a sense of democratic equality, otherwise his rain
swer to dispense a deluge here and a sprinkle there. He must be
trians, damage silks, ruin broadcloths, drench satin gaiters, and
will be a Reign of Terroe. The driver who should splash pedes
startle horses, would soon become a very unpopular character, and
would soon find, like Othello, his "occupation gone." But the
it were, the incarnation of a gentle summer rain, is justly regard-
man who performs his office, guided by taste and skill, who is, as
ed as a public benefactor, and that "he long may reign over us,"
prayer of his fellow-citizens. We have located car contrivance
to borrow a line from the British national authem, is the devout
in Hammer Street, an avenne well worthy of being kept in the
nicest order, for it is a really beautiful street.
C.F.
HOVEY
A BOSTON WATERING-CART.
MITHE
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