The Lake County star. [volume] (Chase, Mich.) 1873-current, 1875-01-14


much so, in fact, that horse-cars usually
stop before the house, and the conduct
ors shout, "Longfellow'sw
Curiosity-seekers sometimes venture
within the inviting precincts of the pO-
cts estate. A party some time ago made
such venture, and were Hospitality re-
ceived by the poet, who astonished them
| with the historic associations of the
house. AS they were about leaving one
of them asked:
now ?'
Certainly, sir; live here"
ooh, you! What is your name%'
Longfellow."
"Any relation to the Wiscasset Long
fellers?'
The poet bowed out the party, reflect
lively.
James Russell Lowell, the humorist,
lives not far from Longfellow, at Elm
wood, on an old colonial estate, which
retains all the features of its traditional
condition. The poets pride seems to be
in his trees; and although the lands in
front of the old mansion make some pre-
tensions to modern art, one may wander
into the acres that stretch beyond as into
an ancient forest. The display of really
magnificent elms induced the poet to
call the provincial estate of Elmwood.
1t comprises about thirteen acres, and is
only separated by the road from Mount
Auburn:
thought Of mound in sweet Auburn,
Where little headstone stood,
How the snowfakes were folding in gently,
Az F0l In hnIs in lAw
Oliver Wendell Holmes, little, old
man, who can daily be seen in the streets
OF Boston, looking far more like neat
retired tailor than philosopher or poet,
was born',and passed his childhood in the
old historic house at Cambridge, in
which the plan of the American army
was begun and the battle of Bunker Hill
was planned. He long lived in Charles
street, Boston, near the medical college,
in whose dissecting room he for MANY
years has cracked his Jokes over the
dead, to the great delight of the medical
student. He has now settled down
among the true-blue money princes of
Beacon street.
Authors Of modern date are wealthy fellows.
Emerson still lives at Concord in a
house and on an estate long historic.
He is an old man, seldom appearing in
public, though his bowed form was seen
bending over the grave of Sumner on
that still, mild afternoon when, to the
music of trombones and the singing of
Luther's grand hymn, the statesman
was lowered into his bed of flowers.
Whittier, constant contributor to
the atlantic during all the years of its
history, lives in very plain little cot
tage on the Merrimack, at Amesbury.
He, too, is growing old, being nearly
sixty, but his muse seems to gather ripe
ness as the long curtain of his life moves
on. He certainly has written nothing
more fine than his tribute to Sumner.
Snow Bound" gives us true pic
ture of his early home and early life; for
all its characters are real sketches, even
poor, crazy Harriet Livermore, without
the cOlorings of authorship.
Garrison was the first to discover a
poet in the farmer boy, and when the
philanthropist first met the poet it was
in the town of East Haverhill, and he
found him at work in the field. "Hazel
Blossoms" suggests the happy home
which Whittier had with his sister after
his retirement from journalism. Eliza
beth Whittier was a very amiable and
gifted Quakeress, and the poet was ac-
customed to submit to her all that he
wrote. He was left very lonely after
her death. "Since she died." he said to
a friend, al can hardly tell whether
what l write is good for any thing or
not"
G.. T. Trowbridge, an old contributor
to the Atlantic, and the editor of Orr
Young F0tks in the prosperous days of
Boston publishing, lives at Arlington,
near Cambridge, on place which is as
soclated with Mother Bathrick's exploit
of Revolutionary fame. He continues to
with a large audience of
young. readers by writing for ST. Mcho-
las and the Youths Companion, though it
is his ambition to devote the remainder
Of his literary life to more severe and
careful composition. He, too, has turn
ed gray. He has striking face, with
width in the region of ideal
ty, and retains the outward characters
tics of poet, which were of no disadvan-
age to him in the long, hard struggle of
MS early days. east Friends" his last
boys book, originally published in 81.
is said to be autobiographical.
Longfellow, Whittier, and Trowbridge
I'll publish new volumes OF poems this
year, which indicate how welt thew love
heir profession. All are in easy circum-
tances pecuniarily, though only Long
elbow is rich. We have heard much
aid OF the poverty of the poets, but do
lot know single New England poet of
reputation who has not made at least
Moderate competence by his pen, and
Who has not had the good sense to make
provision for the winter of age. l.
The female writer's in the early num-
'ers of the atlantic are almost without
reception now living, and seem to have
zen as exempt as the male writers from ,
he traditional vicissitudes of another ,
life. Mrs. Julia Ward Howe, who is the ,
fife of d.. Samuel U. Howe, the philan-
hropist, inherited wealth, and has never ,
cen obliged to make any exertion with :
er pen. She is one of the most accom- :
lished women of the time. She is grow
lg old, but may still be seen in her neat. /.
lain dress, such as she contends Chris. |;
an woman ought to wear, on the plat !
'rm, from time to time, making her !
arefully studied plea for women's rights,
Irger and better opportunities for wo- +
zen to work, and for dress reform. !,
[rs. Howe, Mrs. Livermore, Miss Phelps, :
nd other literary ladies hold that wo- 7
EN- of small and moderate means are .
lrned aside from true womanly duties
Y an undue ambition for dress, and !,
icy themselves dress very plainly. 4