The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1872-10-15
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hsIl be done to immOrtAlize TIL
Nass, SSsn,e,nbcr day? Is q question
beaa,iiu, = pIcasant breakfast table on
nolpl MI of the ripe glory of thu
noIn,9sI W., ycar A member Of the grouI
riitCSas ,S,Iiur StoddArd's article OF
+; e. h, pSsT in tho October Harper, ant
H'1!uO'SO'p ilgrimage to the house wherl
Pfofp ,,re tbe Genius destined to be enroll
VI" -, Oy me eternal bc0d.roll Of fame.
Cd r Ua va, "srly afternoon finds US on our way
Inn, iaeS5 destined goal near the opposite ex.
'olls ot ,be civ. No. 81 Union street Il
EsinTe e indicated, and q walk OF abou
'ls!y'h ,i9r, Us 10 the spot This part o.
1ln, NV b9s lost the ancient prestige at.
!!.sh.i 10 il in the days OF the maritime
tEnt S, n ri salem, and is now given up &c
i ' o"c,o.ncY OF the industrial part Of The
I4gU ,S,,;6n whose vocation lies In this d.
p, .,ion The house Is u wooden one, two
i,,.io, ipbeight, aud in toleraby good re,
s% VI, 0ur knock at the door Is answered
p,"' ronnp woman, with q two year.old
XII Singing to her dress. We ask II this
S :. ,Ss boIl,e where Hawthorne was born,
u, IN receiving pleasant affirmative, In
. aSJ venture TO inquire il We can see the
.spy' where he first saw the light. The
mission Is readily granted, IF we will
p,rpse appearances" and passing through
SSIittle entry and winding up the angu-
I,siaircase, We are admittedto the sacred
wine Il Is one OF the front chambers Of
,%-s,dwelling. l0w.studded, unpretentious
y ~ ,Tchjtcctural sdornment, and evidently
i'ris changed from its original appear
" ',S The ancient chimney has created
.I necessity for cutting of one corner Of
,bS room, and here Is the great Old.fash.
, 'T fireplace, with a low mantel above
i, and woOdcn wainscOtting reaching to
the ceiling. A broad beam crossed the
ceiling near the fireplace, and not as usual,
r rssr he centre olthe room. Here, on the
Th Of July, 1904, the child destined to so
ervisbIe lame was born, and the merry
hi, which rung out for the anniversary
a, The nations birth, sent their joyful peal
into the dsrkCned room where lay the
T,ronsciOus infant whose mother little
FRAMED Of the gilt the gods had given
ber The family history was tho same as
t0st Of many other families in the sea.girt
DTu, A father who followed the sea,
and mother who cared for her home and
her children, while she waited patiently
lor her husbands return from foreign
shores. Like many q similar experience
il Salem annals, there came voyage
rom which the father never returned, and
8 child younger than Nathaniel was born,
whom her father never saw.
While we stand idly looking on, imag.
lstiOa creates picture Of the scene &C.
curing here sixty.eight years ago. We
zee the high.pOst bedstead with drawn
curtains, the straightforward rocking
chair and the wooden cradle wherein lies
the "red baby to DO nursed into white.
ness" as Carlyle quantity gives expression
% the process OF development. Just as
We discern the aureole OF genius around
the brow Of this helpless heir to human
Joys and sorrows, we are recalled TO the
pfOsaiC present by the regrets Of Our hos.
less concerning the disorder Of tho ROOM
we hsd not given a thought to tho mod
ern hAbliments, which, like q pallmpsest,
only ObsCurGd tho ancient glory-and her
still greater regrets that an ancient maid.
en- and contemporary OF Hawthorne, who
h4l tenement within tho sacred walls,
was away, for she liked nothing better
than to talk with visitors about Haw.
thOrue and the minute incidents of his
lie, On our way out we see one Of the
llepzibah PynCheon's OF Hawthorne's
fancy, also the present owner of the
house, sitting at the front window with
her pet cat perched in the window seat.
They make closing tableau which we
Shsll not soon forget.
Wehaveanother pilgrimage to perform,
hr, on the same street, few houses be.
low, stands the house where our own
earliest years were passed, while on Cur.
ts street, within stones throw, is the
house where We were born. is many
years since We have passed the spot, and
= world OF early memories comes rushing
up from the regions Of the past as VIC rec.
Ognize the well remembered porch and
the yard where we had so often played.
Among the memories that come trooping
up from the bygOnc years, by some psy
geological process that We cannot ana.
lyze, two or three seem to swallow up all
the others. We give them US they come
10 US, fresh from past unstirred for many
years. One Is thatof rows of Thanksgiv.
Ing pies in the sparc.room closet. An
ether is that OF q first visit TO a menag.
arle. This was on era, for among the
SnimSls Of the collection was a lama
pronounced then with the long q, as in
mAIe-in which with great Joy We rccog.
l,led tue original of our nightly petition,
Now lay me" &c. Still another was
OF a Sun-lightcd carpet where, stretched
out at full length, with the family bible
before us, We found hours Of happiness in
PoFIng over the pictures which illustrated
It's pages. But we fear that "reminiscences
OF our own childhood, though interest.
ing to ourselves, will be Of little conse.
4uence to the world in general, for though
hundreds Of thousands have been born in
IAIs ancient city, only three localities are
sought out by strangers. These are
u4Tthorne's birthplace, the house where
Tue fearful tragedy Of Mr.. Whites muir.
ger occurred, and Gallows Hill, where the
witches were hung.
In lSBS, thcyGar Of her husbands death
slH' Hawthorne, with her children, re,
turned TO hOr fathers house, 10 Herbert
street, the next street 10 Union street, the
Jack yards almost adjoining. Our rext
visit is to this locality, called the Man,
nlng House. The house must have been q
grand aIAir for the times when it was
Quilt, for it towers above its cotempora
neg 1t is a three.story wooden house
guIIIess Of point and blackened with the
storms and weather Of a century. L
SWSFms with Irish tenants who arC look
i,ns out from the windows filled as il
Jays Of yOrC with small panes and heavy
sNnes, In some Of them plants are grow
ioS, while human plants in tho form O
!Mtoops Of Irish children, are playing in
sGe warm sunshine aud shouting in thu
HeC OF childhood liliIo hnnN;pr Ikn 1t,