Years ago, a brash young man, visiting in the Beacon Street home of Godfrey Lowell Cabot, asked his host how it felt to be both a Lowell and a Cabot. The question was greeted with thunderous silence. The guest tried manfully to excuse his faux pas. "I'm afraid," he murmured, "that's a pretty silly question, Mr. Cabot." Replied Cabot: "Young man. it's the damnedest silliest question I've been asked in 80 years!"
It was indeed, for being a Cabot and a Lowell in Boston was not a feeling, but a state of being. Yet Godfrey Lowell Cabot was remarkable even for...
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