Old Concord, her highways and byways; . tobury him here, where he fell ; voicing his longingfor quiet rest in the little old church at Whitnash,with, its low gray tower, and the old yew-tree infront, hollow with age. But as that could not be,he begs again, Bury me here, on this very soldier lies best where he falls. And soSeptimius obeys. Still further on over the ridgy crest one followsthe ribbon-like Indian trail, as Hawthornes pathwinds along its narrow way. George ParsonsLathrop speaks of it: It is as if Nature refusedto obliterate the trace of his footsteps, and follow-ing it, one
Old Concord, her highways and byways; . tobury him here, where he fell ; voicing his longingfor quiet rest in the little old church at Whitnash,with, its low gray tower, and the old yew-tree infront, hollow with age. But as that could not be,he begs again, Bury me here, on this very soldier lies best where he falls. And soSeptimius obeys. Still further on over the ridgy crest one followsthe ribbon-like Indian trail, as Hawthornes pathwinds along its narrow way. George ParsonsLathrop speaks of it: It is as if Nature refusedto obliterate the trace of his footsteps, and follow-ing it, one comes at last to the shadow of the Big-Pine and the Hawthorne Seat at a little removein a grove of younger trees. Prom the top of this hill, a good view in Haw-thornes day, could be enjoyed, of the neighboring-country side. Now the trees are so tall and thick,and the intervening shrubbery so intrusive, thatthe outlying landscape is shut out. Hawthorne always expressed a great fondnessfor the scene that lay before him as he daily paced. Her Highiuays and Byways. 71 back and forth across this hilltop. There is,he says, a peculiar, quiet charm in these broadmeadows and gentle eminences. They are betterthan mountains. ... A few summer weeksamong mountains ; a lifetime among green meadowsand placid slopes, with outlines forever new, becausecontinually fading out of the memory; such wouldbe my sober choice. The Orchard House, Mr. Alcotts home after hesold The Wayside to Mr. Hawthorne, is separatedfrom it by a rustic fence whose present state ismore a shadow of the past than a reality. Herethe father gardened, held conversations, wrote hispoems, and originated the School of daughter opened the golden way to Fame andFortune by the realistic drama of Little Women,that was immediately set up on the stage of everyquiet home-centre. The old house now holds, in the presence ofDr. W^ T. Harris, a deliQ-htful influence stroncr andfar-reachin- toward the solution of the educatio
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