Charles City intelligencer. [volume] (Charles City, Floyd County, Iowa) 1864-1866, 1864-07-21

sachusetts, upon . beautiful rise oi
ground that commands q far and near
view Of surprising loveliness. Should
You chance to pass up the long drive
way that leads through the forest to
the doorway, you would not think
that authorship is the road to misfor.
tune. And should you meet the Doc
tor himself, and receive the cordial
welcome he can give, you would think
only of wealth such as any one
might we'll envy, and q happiness
that few homes bcstow. bright
wood ]" is all bright and beautiful.
MRS. srowE's NEW HOME.
During the past year Mrs. Stowe
has been busy planning for q new
and elegant home in Hartford, Con.
necticut In one of the finest locations,
upon the most beautiful 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 par
ticular.
ROSE TERRY's HOME.
This, too, is in Hartford, and situa-
ted in the midst of beauty and ele-
gance. Those of her readers who
have enjoyed so many delightful sto-
ries, 30 many charming poems, need
never to think of hand that was ev-
er SO empty that stream of kindly
love and charity could not flow forth.
There is the same quiet loveliness per-
vading her quaint home that distin-
guishes SO generally the homes of our
authors. You would never think of
anything 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 aud miles around can tell
you just where to find abby Dodge"
for sho is a heroine in the secluded
district. A large and neat white farm
house, upon sunny slope by the road
side, is her old and cheerful home. 1t
is not SO elegant as some homes,
buteverything betokens thrift and pros
perity. Gail Hamilton's pen was new
er impellcd by the stings of want, as
one can well see by visiting her unpre-
tending but genial and tasteful home.
THE sADDENED HOME AT CONCORD.
The House Of the Seven Gables /"
is no fiction. The late Mr.. Hawthorne
lived quietly and happily under its
welcome shelter, close by the roadside,
two miles from the village of Concord
1t is so concealed by trees that you
might pass it unconsciously. And
then, if you should ask any farmer for
miles around for the home of Mr.. Haw-
thorne, how quickly and proudly he
would point you over into the valley,
under the shadow of the hills, to the
strange roof towering above tho trees.
1t must have been an old house remod-
eled, thus 10 be 80 fantastic and odd
shaped. You cannot see at one glance
all the corners and strange additions
All about it is shrubbery, and vines
are clinging everywhere. There is
a strange atmosphere of mystery and
sacred Stiffness about it. No want
hangs its cloud above the spirit that
made that home SO famous. Mr.. Haw-
thorne's labors were profitable and
satisfactory. He never was begging
his talents before the American people.
And his strange, secluded homo dis
closed it all. Only few miles on,
upon the same road, still stands the
rough shelter that Thoreau has cele-
Lrated in the weird tale of Walden"
Mr.. EaERsoN's HOME.
Concord tells no tales of poverty
stricken or needy writers. Mr.. Emer-
son--bettcr known to the villagers
than was Mr.. Hawthorne-has q neat
and tasteful home, provided for every
want, and pleasantly located. We do
not we'll see how any man could de-
sire happier life than his seems to
be. Respected, honored, visited by
the most famous in this and other
countries, and with never-ccasing
supply of refined culture to draw from,
he is assuredly no object of pity. We
have yet to find an author of reputc
who suffers for this worlds goods.
Mr.. HIGGINsoN's HOME.
This welcome writer-now soldier
lives in Worcester, Mass, and in q
home that has all the comforts and re-
fincments that taste can suggest. A
happier man is seldom met with. He
has his boat upon Lake Quinsiga-
mond, and his rifle for the forest. lie
can tell you where the flowers bloom
earliest and freshest, and he seems to
be in league with the trout in noun
tain streams. He hath a delightful
home, and is himself an overhowing
fountain Of joviality, wit, welcome and
happiness.
THE wAYsIDE.
We will bring our random toner te
an end by the Cambridge Wayside
already SO familiar with the Ameri
can people. Who does not know o
the historic homestead Of Mr.. Long
fellow I? The Muses. have not left hin
to sutler, but have rather loaded hin
with every comfort and pleasure. Ills
is a beautiful home-though not sc
cloudlcss as when the wife and moth
or was its life and joy. But pleas
ant and most cordial welcome awaits
all who enter that richly stored libra
~. MIR. Longfellow is friend OF the
people, and turns away none from his
study or his parlor. The souvenirs o.
friendship are all about, and every
thing betokens perfect peace and ful
hsppiness-except the one shadow
that death left SO suddenly.
i We might go on and describe many
more homes Of New England authors
and almost all would give the same
testimony. Literature is not profit
less employment. Scholarship ant
the refinement Of intellectual pursuit.
are not u necessity attended with th'
hand af xyapt oud pnvnrtv Nor mr..