. Letters from Waldegrave cottage. eartsand affections of their descendants. They still livein the deeds and actions of their lives. These giveimmortality to the man. These survive the corrod-ing touch of Time. I often think how much forceand beauty there is in the following lines of Long-fellow: ** Happy he whom neither wealth and fashion,Nor the march of the encroaching city, Drives an exileFrom the hearth of the ancestral may build more splendid habitations,Fill our rooms with paintings and with sculptures, But we cannotBuy with gold the old associations. But I hasten now, Mr.
. Letters from Waldegrave cottage. eartsand affections of their descendants. They still livein the deeds and actions of their lives. These giveimmortality to the man. These survive the corrod-ing touch of Time. I often think how much forceand beauty there is in the following lines of Long-fellow: ** Happy he whom neither wealth and fashion,Nor the march of the encroaching city, Drives an exileFrom the hearth of the ancestral may build more splendid habitations,Fill our rooms with paintings and with sculptures, But we cannotBuy with gold the old associations. But I hasten now, Mr. Editor, to give you a briefdescription of the home of my father, the late Nichols, , which lies not far from thesite of the old homestead just spoken of. It standsfronting the public green in the village wherein stoodthe church and school-house where Dwight taughthis pupils. A little way down the village street mayalso be seen the identical house, now in possession ofMr. Frederick Bronson, where Dr. Dwight, the fam-. RESIDENCE OF THE REV. SAMUEL NICHOLS, D. D.,Gbeenfield Hill, Conn, r Family Reminiscences. 21 ous scholar and divine, resided for twelve house of my father is a wide, low-roofed struct-ure, with central hall and piazza, front and rooms are large and commodious, and welladorned with fine pictures, the productions of oneof his daughters, a distinguished artist. In thisquiet and sequestered nook, looking out upon thegreen, covered with the grand old elms, my fatherspent the last days of lifes quiet evening, and here hedied some two years ago, at the advanced age ofninety-two years. He was born November 14th,1787; fitted for college at Easton Academy, joinedthe Sophomore Class at Yale in 1809, and graduatedin 1811. Shortly after his graduation he became aninstructor in the academy at Fairfield, l^]. Y., wherehe married my mother, a lady of high Christiancharacter, belonging to one of the old Knickerbockerfamilies of New York. Her
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