Romantic days in old Boston; the story of the city and of its people during the nineteenth century . mes retain the little blue panes of glass, bypassing through which the sun was supposed toacquire even more than its natural salubrity,and in front of the Aldrich house, though it isin the very heart of Boston, is a gay little patchof lawn upon which the sun through the adjacenttrees makes quaint arabesques of shade. To reach the study, which was the heart ofthe house, one climbed a fascinating flight ofwinding stairs, — giving glimpses here and thereof all kinds of beautiful things, Oriental r
Romantic days in old Boston; the story of the city and of its people during the nineteenth century . mes retain the little blue panes of glass, bypassing through which the sun was supposed toacquire even more than its natural salubrity,and in front of the Aldrich house, though it isin the very heart of Boston, is a gay little patchof lawn upon which the sun through the adjacenttrees makes quaint arabesques of shade. To reach the study, which was the heart ofthe house, one climbed a fascinating flight ofwinding stairs, — giving glimpses here and thereof all kinds of beautiful things, Oriental rugs,pictures and bits of statuary, — or else, en-trusting one self to a tiny iron cage, was literallylifted, by a man above and a woman below, —right into the presence of the poet. Aldrichmust have been a singularly fair-minded and Whitman never got on — so widelydifferentiated in temperament were they —and I dont think the younger poet could easilyhave forgiven the elder for the way in which,one day at Pfaffs, he replied, to his eager, Oh,Walt, did you know I had a poem in this. THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICHs HOME AT PONKAPOG.
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