Cleveland morning leader. [volume] (Cleveland [Ohio]) 1854-1865, 1864-06-10
MORNING LEADER.
HoMKs OF NEW ENGLAND AUTHORS.
How and where the sPoverty-strieken'
LiTeraIi Live.
TFrom the Round Table, ]
lockwood.


lockwood.
ak Marvel has written very fully Of
his charming home upon the hillside, which
he calls "My Farm at EdgewoOd" 1t is
situated about three miles from New
Haven, Connecticut, peering out most
cheerfully from the forest upon the hill
side behind sthe beautiful little viii
lsge Of WestVille. Near by grand old
rock rises proudly and filings its shadow
over the lovely valley that intervenes be-
tween EdgeWood and the Sound. Mr.. Nit
ehell has described it most perfectly, and
oertsinly very oharmingly, in his recent
book. There is no sign of poverty about
that home. Rather there is wealth Of
beauty, quiet refinement and modest ele-
ganse, which betokens anything but the
unrest of need or the fruits of misfortune.
Il is a genial, beautiful homs-the abode
Of real wealth and genuine happiness.
BRIGHTWooD.
Timothy Titcomb" u. G. Holland,
Esq.,l is certainly most striking proof
that the pen is not the weapon Of poverty.
Not many years ago, friends will remem-
Der, he was indeed poor and unfortunate.
But he clung most faithfully to the spirit
that moved within him, and worked right
Vslisntly over all doubt and difficulty,
until his ideal is about perfect, and no
handsomer home Looks down upon ell the
Connecticut valley than the elegant, tsste-
ful and cheerful "Brightwood, the home
Of his own planning. 1t is located near
Springfield, Massachusetts, upon besuti-
ful rise UT E,rvyrEr3-Ib-zt- nnn,mands a far
snd near view Of surprising lOVeliness.
Should you chance TO pass up that long
driVewsy that leads through the forest 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 well envy,
and 8 happiness that few homes bestow.
"BrightWOOd" is all bright and beautiful.
MRS sTowE's NEW HONE.
During the past yesr Mrs. Stowe has
been busy in planning for new and ele-
CANT home in Hartford, Connecticut In
one OF the finest localities, upon the most
beautiful avenue Of the city, her new and
handsome dwelling is erected. You would
not think of p3verty here, but rather Of
plentiful abundance, and tasts that lscks
not the means to be satisfied in every
particular.
ROSE TERRY's HOME.
This, too, is in Hartford, and is situated |
in the midst Of beauty and elegance.
Those Of her readers who have enjoyed 80 |
many delightful stories, 80 many charm |
ing poems, need never think Of hand |
that was ever so empty that stream Of |
kindly love and charity coull not flow |
forth. There is the quiet loveliness per-
vadipg her quaint home that distinguishes
so generally the homes of our authors. |
Yoa would never think of anything but
plenty there.
GAIL HAMILToN's HOME.
Miss Abigail Dodge lives quietly but
most pleasantly in the st8id old town Of
Hamilton, Massachusetts. Everybody for
miles around can tell you Just where to
ind "Abby Dodge" for she is heroine
in that secluded country district. A large
ana neat white form house, upon q sunny
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homes, but every thing betokens thrift and
prosperity. Gail Hamilton's pen was
never impelled by the sting of want, as
o1e can well see by visiting he unpre-
tending but genial and tasteful home.
TIE sADDEEED HONE AT ooHooRD.
rivgieA. = uREse af- tha- -sszsa bIas- y Il. m
quietly and happily under its welcome
shelter, close by the roadside, two miles
from the village Of Concord. 1t is so con-
oealed by trees that you might pass it un-
consciously. And then if you should ask
s7y farmer for milos 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 remodeled,
thus TO be so fantastic and odd. shaped. |,
You cannot see at one glance all the COR
neTs sRd strange additions. All about it
is shrubbery, and vines are clinging eV-
erywhere. There is strange atmosphere
Of mystery and sacred stiffness shout 1t.
No want hangs its cloud over the spirit
that made that home SO famous. Mr..
Hawthorne's labors we're profitable and {
satisfactory. He never was begging his
talents before TIE American people. And ]
bis straD &c, secluded honae disclosed it all.
Only few miles on upon the same rosG,
still stands the rough shelter that Thorsad
has celebrated in the weird tale Of " Wal !
len"