. The gossiping guide to Harvard and places of interest in Cambridge. back to that far-famed study window, out of which he has so often sits there and looks quietly at his visitor, now and againraising a delicate hand to stroke his beard and mustache, orto press down the tobacco ashes in the very small pipe he issmoking. The room is very untidy, papers lie scatteredabout, there is a little bust in the corner, a dog lies sleepingon the hearth-rug. The great simplicity impresses me forci-bly. I can scarcely realize to myself that I am sitting quitealone with one of the most famous of li
. The gossiping guide to Harvard and places of interest in Cambridge. back to that far-famed study window, out of which he has so often sits there and looks quietly at his visitor, now and againraising a delicate hand to stroke his beard and mustache, orto press down the tobacco ashes in the very small pipe he issmoking. The room is very untidy, papers lie scatteredabout, there is a little bust in the corner, a dog lies sleepingon the hearth-rug. The great simplicity impresses me forci-bly. I can scarcely realize to myself that I am sitting quitealone with one of the most famous of living men. I recallbut dimly the pictures on the wall. A portrait of Tennysonhe specially valued. I commented upon the portrait of hisown brother-in-law, the celebrated orator, George WilliamCurtis, with whom I had very recently been lunching. Ah,said Mr. Lowell, I am glad you have met him; he is a manin a thousand; you ought to have had him and not me at . As we stood a moment in the sunshine —for he himself came to the door with me — I commented. 52 GOSSIPING GUIDE TO HARVARD. on the very English aspect of his little home. I am gladyou think so, but it is easily explained. We have lived herefor some generations. At the back of the kitchen fire-rangeyou will find the royal arms of England and the monogramG. R. My grandmother, you know, was a loyalist to herdeath, and whenever Independence Day (July 4th) cameround, instead of joining in the general rejoicing, she woulddress in deep black, fast all day, and loudly lament our lateunhappy difference with His Most Gracious Majesty. Thestrains of a distant waltz floated by on the summer air. smiled. Dear me, that does remind me of England !I think I heard that last at Lady Kenmares. How musiccan link the present with the past! It was a curious reflec-tion — a reflection that lost none of its interest as I looked athim who had uttered it. As I passed down the little path,I turned once again to look at the ge
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