New-York tribune., 1874-06-13

ta,ty. Shakespeare Q painter-humsh nasu'o eos
to him. and the world was his studio. NO pieasuro
or ebaucnee could he have been From what pu'
an imense sobrety could these works of his which We
cal, pays have come Through what big. chaste we'll
ordered apartments must the characters irom nis
copcevlng, restless Inauguration have troopeo' A
puritanic conscience cross questions ohakesPo"0
piety and doubts II he q religious man. But sha'
,ye not And his faith too his wOrksf Behoid In MS
pootry his personality Hmself-what constitutes "i'
mower and informs his eis all In his work, ana Gan
NOT help being found there by every discerning eye
And thus inviting us hear the king OF men ana oi
poets bear testimony Of himself, the Doctor ior a On
chanted hour, read TO us selections from tho u
nlavs and sonnets-extracts full OF reveat'on
to us man of devout faith, OF LOFTY amo'ton
oc,tv ~ heart strong to love- generous 10 iork'o'
ora f,,l of svmnathy for all the world-a man "no'o
cep,us was no greater than his trust anu ni'
Ret ween these extracts Dr. Barto sandw'cheu LILO ~
f,est comments of his owD revealing hRe tne suu0"
fash OF bright light much that hao oeeh uaiA o0V.
When the discourse over Mr.. Emerson said tha'
Ia haIieved he had not missed word; this at ast was
a portrait OF Shakespeare worthy to De pahteu-uohe
by aid of all the telescopes Indeed the Doctor had
carried with him all our sympathies. We forgot that
any spots petty lasttestamen or curse on MIN VINO
should disturb his bones had ever dimmed the prght
ness OF this glorious which we had been invited
to gaze awe offered at this shrine our SILENT lu-
hearted worsbip and the talk FELL as was natural
In such presence, into the familiar discussion OF the
noblest themeso poets and poetry and thouGht, ana
metaphysics of "le aud DEATH and the vast forever
At last Mr.. Alcott said-"And you. lover OF Haw-
thorne would you like to see his house-the last nome
he had in this world 2" My hat was on in moment
The house is the next to Mr. Acotts but not very
near true inhabitant OF Concord brooks neighbor
under his windows This Hawthorne House is the one
where "Septmius FELTON, lived-at that tme as Haw-
thorne himself described it" two-story house, gaped
before, but with only two rooms on hoor' crowded
upon BY the hill behinda house OF thick walsa throngh
the protector had that sturdy feeling of permanenoe In
life which incites people to make strong their ear.y
habtaons. If deuding themselves with the iaea 'na'
| they could forever inhabit them"
Aswe walked, Mr. Alcott told me that q man reaiiy
used to live that house who fanced lie was gong W
| remain alive forever and Hawthornes romance hau
this much foundation. The house is now uscd as ei
school, "would you like to go in - asked my induisen'
| cuide Oh, would notq And so we rang the DELL
kindly lady cane speak to U.S. and seated us IN haw
thorDe's downstairs study the room whence al
the undesired approach Of visitor he used to escape
so rapidly and climb by steep and narrow stairs u .he
souare tower-room which he had built himself as
refuge from ntruders Could we visit that room also
Yes certainly but two of the young ladies now occu
| pied it. She would see If they were there. In ino
ment she came back to with permission; ana we
climbed the stairs the dead magician had climbed SO
often and Stood at last in the very holy OF holes,
where dwelt this genius sad as tear and subtle as
| flame. looked from the windows whence he had
looked leaned the desk at which he had stoon anu
| written. / seemed TO be sharing the place Win a
| mighty ghost and was almost glad TO 90 down again
| into the light of common day.
Then We climbed the hill where "Septimius, In the
romance was won't pace and fro; where be found
the strange flower growing the grave and where lie
met the strange white maiden. The path here was worn
by Hawthorne's own feet for day after day, Summer
and Winter he used to walk there dreaming MS strange
| dreams, seeing visions such as no mortal ever saw
before sad shy sagacious cync that he was Ihe DAY
suited his memory. 1t cloudy and gray, with now
and then some sudden fash OF light which faded as
quickly as it came gathered sprig or two OF green
from tree on the summit of this hill, and went down
The cheerful beauty and cordial hospitality OF the
Alcotts' home gave a strange sense OF contrast
fan would have stayed there, in the cheerful hregow
among the flowers and the pictures companioned by
| those who had been the Little Women" once, and
drinking unlimited cups OF coffee handed about by the
Little Men, but railroad trains wait for no sentiment
| and found by an Inexorabe timetable that my Day
| in Concord" must needs be over. L. G. NJ