Dyspepsia is a rarity; for when a mutton chop is swallowed of a Bostonian it gives up, knowing that there is no need of fighting against such inexorable digestion.
The ladies of Boston have more color in their cheeks than those of many cities, and walk as though they would live to get round the next corner.

It is not so fashionable to be delicate.

They are robust in mind and always ready for an argument.

State what you consider an indisputable proposition, and they will say: "Yes, but then--" They are not afraid to attack the theology of a minister, or the jurisprudence of a lawyer, or the pharmacy of a doctor.

If you do not look out, the Boston woman will throw off her shawl and upset your logic in a public meeting.
We like the men and women of Boston.