Woman's chronicle. (Little Rock, Ark.) 1888-1???, 1888-12-15

river Having been accustomed to the Ohio, Mis-
sissppi and Arkansas rivers, was unprepared to
see the Concord so narrow ''The Minute Man.
on the bank of the river is said to be the finest
statue in America
Ordinarily, I would have been most interested in
the wonderful expression on the bronze counte-
nance but in consequence of the one idea that is
occupying my mind at present, was led to notice
the perfect anatomy worked out in the metal. In
'Sleepy Hollow" cemetery we visited the graves
of Hawthorne Emerson, Alcott and Thoveau. En-
ersons grave looks to the ris ng sun from between
the pine trees. The grave is marked by a very
large crystal of rose quartz
We drove back to the house, up the street where
the British marched on their way to Lexington,
under the same trees that looked down on their
rapid march. My attention was called to the route
taken by the Americans to intercept the British at
''Meriams Corner"
The house next to the "Orchard House" is the
stWaysde." AT one of the windows of the house
the grandfather of Mr.. r. W. Emerson stood and
watched the British on that memorable day.
This 'fWayside House" was the home of Mr..
Nathaniel Hawthorne. A room is built on the
roof, which is accessible only by ladder. To this
room Mr.. Hawthorne is said to have retired, and
having drawn up the ladder was safe from intru-
sion and free to write his strangely interesting
books
After driving several miles we stopped at Lin
coin reservoir DR.. Harris put his telescope to-
gether and invited us to feast of Natures things.
The different distant mountains were friends of his
and he tried to make us know and love each one,
as he told us of the beauties and the glories they
each possessed must say, however, that found
myself in the condition of the woman whose whis-
pered confession | overheard at lecture on Faust
given by Dr. Harris a few nights ago. 'sMy brain
absolutely refuses to take in all these thoughts ~
know that l was able to appreciate the State In
sane Asylum at Danvers, Mass, which is more
than mile in circumference, and DR.. bio Lewis
institution at Arlington Heights
Soon after leaving Lincoln we parted company
with DR.. Harris son, who had accompanied us thus
far on his bicycle The ground being frozen and
rather rough, Mr.. Harris concluded to return by
route other than the one we were to take.
delightful drive through the woods brought us
to ''Walden," the scene of Mr.. Thoreau's expert
ment of living close to Nature. His house, of
course, is gone, but carn marks the site. Each
visitor is supposed to add stone to the ever in
creasing pile. had failed to provide myself with
one and so could not take my part in this. Lake
Walden is beautiful sheet of water, but was
satisfied to admire it at distance, as | learned
that in some places it is $50 feet deep.
We returned to the house cold and hungry
enough to do full justice to the bountiful meal
which awaited us. By this time, the cordial at
mosphere of the house had somewhat dissipated
the awe which my ignorance felt in the presence
Of so much accumulated thought and wisdom and
was making plans to persuade DR.. Harris to ex-
plain to me some of his peculiar thoughts, when
the telephone bell rang and was told that a tee-
gram had come for me to the effect that 'Mr. Ford
will be compelled to leave Boston on the midnight
train" In an instant, what change! Little
Rock within twenty miles of me- and only one
chance to see it. How my heart sank when DR..
Harris said "The only train for Boston leaves in
eighteen minutes. If there is team hitched at
the stable you may catch it," The telephone