We may take a very pleasant, although not very short, walk up North-avenue to one or two streets beyond Porter's station on the Fitchburg railroad. Here we must turn to the right and, once turned, we must "follow our noses," as well as the streets will allow, until Tufts College of renown appears on a not very distant summit straight before us. This famous institution once sighted, we must not fail to climb the hill and get the view. The first thing however to attract our attention will be the reservoir, which is confidently close to the college buildings. The swimming tank which so many Harvard men have longed for in Cambridge is here provided by civil authority for the benefit of the Tufts men. As we walk about the reservoir, let us take in the view. Look down into the valley of the Mystic, look beyond toward the Middlesex Fells, look back to old Cambridge and see the lofty tower of Memorial Hall looming above everything else. When it is once seen, we feel at home. What a grand old landmark it is! There are few places in the neighborhood of Cambridge from which it is not visible. Now let us enter the grounds of the famous Tufts, a college which rumor says has only a couple dozen on so of students, which however supports a nine, eleven, and I know not how many other athletic organizations. We look at the noble buildings of this great college, hunt up the president-faculty-janitor, and get him to show us about and let us into the new chapel-and Tufts may well boast of having the prettiest chapel for miles around. However, we have to tear ourselves away at last from the great Tufts, and are soon descending the hill. As we return, if we keep our eves open, we will see what we were sure to miss before, the old white powder-house, built of brick, and having the shape of a large loaded cartridge, standing of course on its flat end. This is an interesting piece of antiquity. It was originally used by a miller, I believe; but when the revolution broke out, stores of powder were put there and were doubtless plundered by the British on their way to Lexington and Concord. We enter the old structure and see what an autograph album its interior has become. We immediately think of the quotation, "Fool's names," etc., but on finding the initials perhaps of our best friends or of some other great college men, we repent, and even add our own names before we leave. After leaving the powder-house, we stroll leisurely back to Cambridge.

Another pleasant walk is up Brattle street. This takes us past the old Lowell estate, which is on our left, an old house, painted of course, yellow and white, set back a considerable distance from the street, and surrounded by very spacious grounds, which contain a fine grove of tall trees, and are themselves surrounded by an almost inhospitably tall fence. Next we come to Mt. Auburn cemetery, which is of course interesting, so to speak, exofficio, and also because it contains a moderately high tower, which is itself considerably elevated. From this we may get a very good and quite an extensive view of the surrounding country. Beyond the cemetery we have a choice of two pleasures, of which it may be said that "either is preferable," If we go straight ahead we soon pass the scene of the Carlton murder, which is on the left, about a quarter or half a mile past one cemetery. Thence we pass on to Watertown and beyond Watertown to the famous and beautiful Newtons. If, after leaving the cemetery, we take our first opportunity of making a slight turn to the right, we will find ourselves very soon in Belmont. Either of these walks is very pleasant, and takes one through a good deal of comparatively open country. Other walks of interest may be taken to Arlington, or farther on to Lexington and Concord, places which speak for themselves, to Jamaica Plain and Brook-farm, to Charlestown and Bunker Hill, and to hundred and one other places of beauty and interest. The walk to Jamaica Plain, which could be made to include the Bussey Institute, Forest Hill cemetery, and Brook-farm, is long, to be sure, but very pleasant, taking one through Allston, Brookline, Longwood, and Boston Highlands. Of course in these longer walks, one may take more or less advantage of the horse car accommodations, thereby saving much time and mussel.

Such are some of the pleasant and interesting walks about Cambridge. I might mention more, but why enumerate longer? Cambridge is inexhaustible-nearly every street leading to something worth seeing. Let the pedestrian only be observant and study the houses, and whatever else he may see, and he will find Cambridge no dull place. Indeed, belonging, as Cambridge does half to this, half to the last century, but few more interesting cities are to be found in this country.