A TRUE BOSTONIAN
A soul from earth to heaven went.
To whom the saint as he drew near, Said: “Sir, what claim do you present
To us to be admitted here?” “In Boston I was born and bred, And in her schools was educated: I afterward at Harvard read,
And was with honors graduated. “In Trinity a pew I own, Where Brooks is held in such respect, And the society is known
To be the cream of the select. “In fair Nahant—a charming spot—
I own a villa, lawns, arcades, And, last, a handsome burial lot
In dead Mt. Auburn’s hallowed shades.” St. Peter mused and shook his head,
Then, as a gentle sigh he drew, “Go back to Boston, friend,” he said,
“Heaven isn’t good enough for you.” —The Old Farmer’s Almanac | 
