The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1898-07-21

place of the minute men on the night
before the battle. To the door of an
other, Johnathan Harrington, one Of
the victims, crawled to expire at his
wife's feet. Down the street from the
common stands the Hancock Clark
house where John Hancock and Adams
were sleeping when reused by Paul
Revere. We saw many interesting
relics here, among which were the
sleeve-buttons worn by Capt. Parker
during the battle. The walls of each
room are covered with paper Of the
original patterns and the filings about
the fire-places are very quaint, those
OF one room bearing text and scenes
from scripture. On Beltry Hill, OPP
posite the new Hancock school, stands
the belfry of the Westinghouse which
stood on the common and from whose
tower pealed the bell to summon the
minute-men on that never-to- be-forgot-
ten morning.
We left Lexington at 2:3O P. M,
reaching Concord twenty minutes
later, and here we engaged a carriage
as the points of interest are 50 many
and varied, a guide is an absolute ne
cessity unless ones time is unlimited.
Driving first along Lexington street
we passed the Wright Tavern where
Major Pitcairn stirred his toddy with
a bloody finger and vowed vengeance
on the ''rebels;" by the old cemetery
where Major Buttrick, the leader of
the minute-men, is buried; first church
where the first provincial congress of
Massachusetts assembled; by the home
OF Ralph Waldo Emerson, where his
daughter still resides; by 'Orchard
House''-the home of the Alcott's-
with its ''school of Philosophy,' now
owned by Tom T.. Harris, the U. S.
Com. of Ed; along the path trodden
by Hawthorne to ''Wayside" where he
wrote ''Tanglewood Tales and which
was also the early home of Miss AL
colt; by Dove Cot, where she was Wis
iting when "Jelly and Little Jel'' was
written; by the ''Old Manse," scene of
''Mosses from an Old Manse" and from
the upper windows of which Emerson's
grandfather, the Rev. VIM. Emerson,
watched the fight; down Monument
street to the bridge, at one end of
which stands the monument marking
the British line and at the other,
French's statue of the minute-men in
scribed with Emerson's verse:
by the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,
Here once the unbattled farmers stood
And fired the shot heard round the world
Recrossing the bridge we again
passed s'Wayside" where we had the
pleasure of seeing 'sMargaret Sidney"
who now owns the place, sitting upon
the porch with her little daughter;
saw Thoreau's home and the building
in which he taught school; saw also,
the place where Margaret Fuller
taught; passed Jane sAustin's home
and other points two numerous to men
ton and last but not least, threaded
the winding, tree-bordered way that
leads to Sleepy Hollow cemetery,
where lie the remains of Emerson,
Hawthorn, Thoreau and the Alcotts.
1t is a beautiful spot, secluded and
lovely in its simplicity, and we could
not help thinking as we looked upon
the simple slabs marking the resting
place of such a group, how eminently
more appropriate was this temple of
Gods own handiwork than any costly
mausoleum reared by human hand.
Emerson's grave is marked by a rock
from the New Hampshire hills, one
that he had seen and admired, and the
Hawthorn lot is enclosed by a cedar
hedge which the public is entreated to
leave intact.
1t was with a backward glance of re-
greet that we left Sleepy Hollow, and
as we repassed the homes of those
whose writings have done so much to
make lie nobler and better, the scenes
were more than hallowed to us. There
was the seat meath the old elm where
"Little Women grew, the barn which
formed the scene of ''Theatricals,' and
the home, now occupied by the two
nephews of Miss Alcott to whom ssLit-
tie Men, was dedicated, where that
volume was written. There were the
Studies" of Emerson, the retreats of
Hawthorne and Thoreau, the little
chapel where the "School of Philoso-
ply' attracted the most brilliant lights
of the day, and it seemed like the rude
awakening from a beautiful dream
poem when we left all these behind
and entered upon the proxy reality of
our return trip to Boston.
The through train over the Fitch
burg brought us into the city and after
an hours rest, we were ready to accept
the invitation of friends to Keith's for
the evening entertainment. The beau
ties OF this famous theatre are simply
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