The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1864-07-11
THE GATE CITY.
MONDAY, JULY IL.
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env LissPAsa Lives
Prom the Round Tsbiel
! ak Marvel has written very fully Of
his charming home on the hillside, which
he calls IN y Farm at Edgewood." 1t is
situated about three miles from New Ha-
ven, Conn.,, peering most cheerfulIy from
the forest upon the hillside behind the
beautiful little village Of WestvilIs.-
Nesr By grant rock rises proudly and
filings It's shadow over the lovely valley
that interysnes between Edxewood and
the Sound. Mr.. Nutshell has described
it most perfectly, and certainly very
charmingIy, in his recent book. There
is no sign of poverty about that hcme.-
Rather there 10 q wealth of beauty, quiet,
refinement and modest elegance, which
betokens anything but the unrest of need
or the fruits of misfortune. 1t is ge
nial, beautiful home-the abode Of real
wealth and genuine happiness.
BRIGHTwooD.
"Timothy Titcomb" (J. G.. Holland.
ESQ is certainly q most striking proof
that the pen is not the weapon of power
ty. Not many years ago. friends will re-
member, he was indeed poor and unfor-
tunste. But he chung most faithfully to
the spirit that moved within him, and
worked right valiantly over all doubt and
difficulty. until his ideal is about perfect,
and no handsomer home looks down upon
all the Connecticut valley than the ele-
giant, tasteful and cheerful "Brightwood,"
the home of his own planning. It is To-
Gated near Springfield, Mass, upon .
beautiful rise of ground that commands
a far and near view of surpassing lowell
ness. Should you chance to pass up that
long driveway that leads through the for
est TO his doorway, you would not think
that authorship is the road to misfortune.
And should you meet there the doctor
himself, and receive there the cordial
welcome he can give, you would think
only Of wealth such as any one might
welt envy, and a happiness that few homes
bestow. Brightly God" is all bright and
beautiful
MRS. sTowE's NEW HOME.
During the past year Mrs. Stowe has
been busy 10 planning for new and ele-
CANT home in Hartford, Conn. In one of
the finest locations, upon the most beau
tiful avenue of the city, her new and
handsome dwelling is erected. You
would not think of poverty here, but
rather of plentiful abundance, and . taste
that lacks not the means to be satisfied in
every particular.
ROSE TERRY's HOME.
This, too, is in Hartford, and is stu.
ated in the midst of beauty and elegance.
Those of her readers who have enjoyed %
many delightful stories, SO many charm
ing poems, need never think Of hand
that was ever SO empty that . stream of
kindly love and charity could not How
forth. There is the same quiet loneliness
pervading her quaint home that distin-
guishes SO generally the homes of our au.
thors. You would never think of any
thing but plenty here.
GAIL HAMILroN's HOME.
Miss Abigail Dodge lives quietly but
most pleasantly in the staid old town of
Hamilton, Mass. Everybody for miles
around can tell you just where to find
"Abby Dodge" for she is heroine in
that secluded country district. A large
and neat farmhouse, upon a sunny slope
by the roadside, is her old and cheerful
home. 1t is not SO elegant as some home,
but everything betokens thrift and pros
peri,y. Gail Hamilton's pen was never
impelled by the stings Of want, as one can
well see BY visiting her unpretending but
genial and tasteful home.
THE sADDESED HONE AT CONCORD.
The blouse OF the Seven Gables is no
fiction. The late MIR. Hawthorne lived
quietly aud happily under it's welcome
shelter, close by the roadside, two miles
from the village of Concord. 1t is 30
concealed by trees that you might pass it
unconsciously. And thenif you should ask
any farmer for miles around for the house
of Mr.. Hawthorne, how quickly and
proudly he would point you over into the
valley, under the shadow of the hills, to
the strange roof towering above the trees.
1t must have been an old house remodel
ed, thus to be so fantastic and oddshaped.
You cannot see at one glance all the cor
ners and strange additions. All about it
is shrubbery, and vines are clingihg eve.
rywhere. There is strange atmosphere
of mystery and sacred stiffness about it.
No want hangs its cloud over the spirit
that made that home SO famous. Mr..
Hawthorne's lahors we're profitable aud
satisfactory. He never was begging his
talents before the American people. And
his strange, secluded home disclosed il
all. Only few miles on, upon the same
road, still stands the rough shelter tina,
Thoreau has celebrated ia the world tale
of walden"
Mr.. xMKRsoNs HoMR,
Concord tells no tales Of poverty strick
en- or needy writers Mr.. Emerson-bet.
ter known to the villagers than was Mr.
HaWthorue-hes q mat = 4 - ~ ofn1 havna