Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1892-10-22

from household duties by hayward
peepings out upon The highway Just in
front
A lovely spot indeed, was that which
old Kirk built toward the end Of the
last century. II was but twenty miles
away from New York city. but il was
wild aud beautiful aud inaccessible.
In those days there were but few
thousand composing what was 10 be
the magnificent metropolis OF the New
World duriug the next hundred years
Even when Mr.. Bryant went 70 live
there, Il was like n remote corner of
the earth. Built upon one OF the slop-
ing hillsides of Hampstead harbor, the
the spot was one which was
graced by every natural beauty.
while the surroundings were as
still as a mountain fastness, except for
the songs of wild birds which came in
great quantities as IL TO chosen re-
treat. II must have been this solitude,
mingled with the natural charm Of u
gen,ly rolling country, half wooded,
half cultivated, which made the author
OF the Forest Hymn" OF "Thanatop-
Sis" and OF countless verses singing
the praises OF nature In all her moods,
think It the most beautiful spot he had
ever seen. Here he determined TO pitch
his tent in ls4a, and here he lived for
thirty-fiye OF the years Of an ever active
and busy life AS editor of the New York
Evening Post
Aud to-day, Roslyn is much MS he
found it The sleepy little place from
which the towers OF the great Brook
lyn bridge. and the spires of Trinity
can be seen. aud the hum of the busiest
city OF America can almost be heard,
has escaped the enrions eye of the land
| developer
After taking possession Of the house,
he transformed it as well as the
grounds around IL, and The sim
plicity of the Quaker gave way
70 the comparatively luxurious
| taste of New England Puritan.
II seems not little odd to speak Of
Puritanic luxury. Mr. Bryant was inn
bued with the most. orthodox New
| England views, and chung TO the stern
and rigorous tenets of his forefathers
throughout his life. Nevertheless, his
tastes must have seemed almost 0rien-
tai 20 the stiff-neclSed old QualSers OF
| Long Island, rs they watched him dis
card the straight. backed rush-bottomcd
chair for the lesser terror with hair
cloth covering. lie was moderate
man i'm all his tastes. but yet there was
one thing in which he was cNtrava.
giant, and that was his love Of
the country the trees, the
birds, the water, flowers and
fruits, shrubs and vines, the air. and
all the life and color of the landscape,
To this taste his home at Roslyr
ministered. There he loved to work
and, though he yearly made his pilgrim
are back to his New Engladd home al
Cummington, in the Hampshire Hills
Roslyn was, am sure, the place liz
loved best in all the world, because Of
its wonderfully varied beauties. Within
stones throw of his workshops
well-stored library on one side
crystal lake with its laughing brook
on anther was the garden with III
teeming flower beds and fruits
Further off was the salt watel
bay with its hills beyond, abov,
which the poet viewed the setting sur
from his window. On another side o
him the hills rose abruptly, and Their,
stretched piece of woods-densc, Xix,
the forest of Fontainbleau-and lead
ing with rambling paths to a poin
where, from the clearing, the low, roll
ing hills and the distant waters 0
Long Island Sound spread an enchant
ing panorama at his feet As the ba.
nnrrows to the south, following tn
shores with the eye, the little villag
Of Roslyn is seen nesting between
overhanging hills, picturesque ham
let, as sleepy now rs 1t was then, an
every whit MS quaint
MIR. Bryanrs grounds We're ample
and he scarcely needed to wander fror
them to find inspiration for one of hi
thoughtful poems, lie beautiiied Oh