The daily morning journal and courier., 1903-08-11

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 The public interest in Brook Farm does not die, writes Hezekiah Butter worth in the Boston Herald, although it is more alive to visitors to Boston than to Bostonians themselves. l once went to Brook Farm with party of young editors one holiday morning to tell them what knew about the place. I myself never lived on Brook Farm. the Fourier experiment vanished before I was born, but I had met some of the representative philosophic farmers and so had shared the atmospheres of the once academy like gardens of dreams.
 After describing the social experiment to the young editors. asked: And why does the interest in the place still last, when hundred episodes of Bos- ton life would seem likely to have been deemed more notable
 Among the editors was rising wes- tern poet, who Is getting at the heart of
  able way-Mr Nixon Waterman. He answered my question as to why the in terest in the watergreen meadows, the rocks and the ravines continues. Be cause" said he. lon Brook Farm was dreamed the sweetest draem ever dreamed in America
 This poetic interpretation was true, wholly or in part. Who were these dreamers, whose names were so un- known fifty years ago, but are history now-stars out of nebulae?
 Emerson's name is associated with the community, but he was never there, except as visitor, nor was Lowell, but both, I think contributed to the Dial, edited by Margaret Fuller, who was the Corinne of the new movement, but who never lived there continuously, but made long visits there.
 Professor Ripley, afterward of the Tribune and Appleton's Cyclopaedia fame, was the leader of the farmers. His radicalfsm had caused him to fail as a preacher in Boston, but he had drawn to him some young hearts in his larger views of life and the sacredness of human brotherhood The native far mers of West Roxbury had story that the learned professor pulled up his young onions and threw them over the wall thinking that they were weeds. Tt is said that Mrs. Riley, one of the most accomplished women of America, did the washing for the community, and that Hawthorne fed pigs. The lat ter story could not have been true, for the Brook Farmers were vegetarians, and so there were no pigs to be fed.
 A lady from the golden Californias once came to visit Boston's historic fields. and secured the service of one who in her girlhood had been a pupil at Brook Farm as "a guide. The latter took her to the weir supposed to be as- sociated with the "Blithedale Ro- mance,'' and the gruesome death of Ze- ilobia. to the so-called Margaret Full fer cottage" to the place of the ia rnous ..Phalanstery" and to the ravined ridges commanding views of the many windings of the hiding brook and then she passed before the present plain building in the perpendicular style ot architecture, which is a German orphan asylum.
 The visitor surveyed the green and glittering meadows and said gratefully ssWell, now you seem to have sf1oWr me everything except the eyrie-where was the eyrie?''
 Our guide turned and replied:
 Tt used to be there, but there seem' to be a pigsty in the place now.'
 "Oh, | see,'' said the western visitor "a pfggery (pigeyrie) <
 Then she returned to Boston in mood of satisfaction
 The mystery of Brook Farm was tha 50 many young people, all destined t become famous leaders of some grea benefcent movement, or factors of sucl progress, should have followed Profes sor Ripley to these ridden meadows il Roxbury fields Was it destiny, provi dence or magnetic attraction?
 Look at the names of some of thes young enthusiast: Margaret Fpllel afterward Countess Ossoli and tn friend oof Mazzini, in whom in part be gan the higher education of women, in cluding the literary women's club Hecker, afterward Father Hecker, the founder of a powerful Catholoic ol der. of which a notable church. wit its altar or 1liTdcltS, sISpIeoGlIto III Mork of profressive influence in Rox bury fields; Bronson, of the Catholi Review; Dana, afterward of the NeN York Sun, who lost his literary ideal and spent his irate old agein Whackin Grover Cleveland; Curais, of Harper Weekly, who never lost his llterar ideals. but who remained a poet to th end of a useful and beautiful life; Flaw thorne. Abby Morton Diaz, the autho of the inimitable William Henry Let N fers;,, George Sumner, the brother Charles Sumner, who perished wit Margaret Fuller in the shipwreck o Fire Island; Dwight, of DWightss Joul nal of Music, with many lesser light and with Emerson and Lowell as col respondents.
 Three years ended the farming, bl the Dial and Harbinger still live, an are to be republished in part, and to r fresh the world with Brook Farm show CTS The young farmers had to go fort into wider ways of life and destiny-- was imperative.
 Theodore Parkers church was nei the Bowery place. Parker thundere there as well as in Boston Music, Ha afterward The old church of Park still stands on Roxbury fields, mile more from Brook Farm. It is chara teristic as an old New England edific