Morning journal and courier., 1881-07-09
Society at Concord, Mass.
of the Alcott E5Ome-Its Press
 ent Inmates.

lCOrreSpOnQence or the BOstOn IFaVcler.l
 If going to Concord you can enjoy a talk with MT. Alcott, the visit has completeness that lives in memory. Mir. and Mrs. Alcott are now at the home of Mir. Alcott's only married daughter, Mrs. Pratt, who, with Miss Alcott, are the only two left of the Little Women" There also IS the little daughter left by Mime. Nereiker-sweet May Alcott-who sailed to the fair foreign shores to find the completeness of her life as artist and as woman, and to whom, when God could give no more on earth, he gave the beauty of heaven.
 MT Alcott is, as all the East and West well know, one of the most genial and kindly of gentlemen. ''You know about my western tour ?' he said with kindling interest. 1T was gone seven months. I preached every Sunday, and gave three or four eonversa- tions every week. I found all churches open to me of whatever denomination"
 ''What was the nature, in general, of your conversations, MT. Alcott ?" My best card was Concord Authors " he replied. II grouped them-Emerson the central figure with Margaret Fuller and Thoreau. But think I owe my reception entirely to my daughter Miss Louisa) Everybody seemed to have read her books and to like them"
 ''Of Margaret Fuller you doubtless retain a vivid remembrance Mir. Alcott ?" ''Yes; Margaret's chief charm was the beauty of her voice and her marvellous gift of expres- sion She was not at all usual woman she was the seer, the sybil, the prophecies. There are people who know things they can give no reason for. They simply-know them. Margaret was one of these./ She was phenomenal and not to be judged by ordi- nary laws"
 'tDo you keep journal p asked MT. AL colt, drifting on to other topics. The writer confessed that her uneventful days were not thus embalmed.
 q think you should, he replied, at the 1oo1 +ba fo tha Che1vpC taining his own-52 great volumes of bound manuscripts, all written in the beautiful neat ness, with printed clippings pasted on, pho tographs, sketches making complete pictures of the scenery and actors of the past, that must prove very valuable as literary matert- al A book of Concord sketches from the pencil of his gifted artist daughter May was looked through and enjoyed. An exquisite touch she had-the spiritually creative touch that marks the true artist. A beautiful DOT trait of Mrs. Alcott reveals strong resem- blance between her and Miss Louisa. A DOT trait of May Alcott above the mantel Is one that haunts the guest. fair, beautiful face, a wealth of blond curls and that look
 --"that all have
 In their faces who die young"
 MT. Alcott's belief in conversation is that fine things may be said, but the best must come of themselves they cannot be coerced; they must be born of the soul. All true oeo-oNA0O only comes when the gods are near. When the gods are distant it is because of adverse influences The munitions are the essence of all wisdom, and all munitions come from the shrine of nature, which we must hold in rev erence. There is no finite. The circles of our being begin and end in eternity"
 The character of MT. Alcott is beautiful in it's utter simplicity, it's inspiration, it's noble ness His material wants are few, and his sources of enjoyment are infinite as the uni verse In faith he is the genuine Platonist. He has no church. no creed, nor does his blameless life need one. It is as exceptional as pearl drifting down the river. No bene- factor is more to be reverenced than he who gives to humanity noble ideals, and the world is the better that MT. Alcott lives in 1t. It is pleasant to think that in this sunset hour of his life should be fulfilled the long dream of school of thoughtful intercourse, such social culture as Plato enjoyed in the groves Of Athens He has drawn around him this cir cle of the representatives of the highest thought of the day, and thus, in the estab- lishment of the Concord Summer School of Philosophy, is fulfilled the lifelong dream of A. Bronson Alcott. N- Last week whirlwind struck the prem ises of William Reinstein, situated about a