in summer time, the town is sweet to see; full of fine maples—long avenues of green and gold. and in august, high in air, the beautiful and bountiful horse-chestnuts, candelabra-wise, proffer the passer-by their tapering upright cones of congregated blossoms. so omnipotent is art; which in many a district of new bedford has superinduced bright terraces of flowers upon the barren refuse rocks thrown aside at creation’s final day.