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The Farmington Magazine will be issued the first day 
of each month. It will contain matters of interest to all who 
feel an interest in the village of Farmington, its people, its 
activities, and its surroundings,— its objects of artistic and 
historic value. 

Editor : 

Eleanor H. Johnson. 

Associate Editor: 

Lillian Baynes Griffin. 

Terms : 15 cents a single copy. 
$1.50 a year. 

Subscriptions may be sent to the Secretary of 
The Farmington Magazine, Farmington, Conn. 




Vols. I. and II. 

Atjout Clubs, (A. A. Redfield) 

About Clubs, (M. D. Brandegee) 

About the Bobolink, (R. B. Brandegee) 

About the Junipers, (R. B. Brandegee) . . 

Aina Anuenue. Land of the Rainbow, (Lucj- Adams) 

American Heraldry, (Julius Gay) 

American Schools of Painting Represented in Farmington, (R. B. Brandegee 

"Amyntas" of Tasso, The (E. H. Johnson) 

Ancients Club, The 

Andante. Poem. (W. Brian Hooker) .... ... 

Apropos of St. Valentine's Day. Poem. (Burges Johnson) 

Art Notes, (Walter GrifEn) . . . , 


Arts and Cratts in Farmington, (E. H. Johnson) .... 

Autumn, (R. B. Brandegee) 

Autumn Berries, (Fannie F. Neale) 

"A Voice in the Stirring of Each Tree." Poem. (L. L. Moore) 

" Back-Log Studies," by Chas. Dudley Warner, (E. H. Johnson) 

Bed-Time. Poem. (Burges Johnson) 

Birds that Stay with us Through the Winter, (R. B. Brandegee) 
Book Notes, (Charles Foster) 







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Building of a Lodge in the Adirondacks. Poem. (Surges Johnson) 
Bull, Deacon Thomas, (Julius Gay) 

Cassandra. Poem. (W. Brian Hooker) 

Center School, The (H. P. Swett) 

Chapel, The Old (Henry Hall Mason) 

Chapel Building, The (M. D. Brandegee) 

Chauncey Rowe, (A. R. Wadsworth) 

Chaunccy Rowe, (E. G. Porter) 

Chinese Pussy, The. Translation from Pierre Loti. (Edith V, Cowles) 

Christmas in Dresden, (H. Trowbridge Allen) 

Christmas, (E. H. Johnson) 

Church Window Decorations by Farmington Artists; An Interview. 

(E. H.Johnson) 

Cinquez— The Black Prince, (Charles Ledyard Norton) 

Commerce and Art, (R. B. Brandegee) ' . 

Comparison, A (Walter GrifEn) . 

Conflict of Law, A. D. 1807, (JuHus Gay) 

Connecticut League of Art Students, (J. F. Wright) .... 

Country Club House, The (Julius Gay) 

Cowles, Alfred (Cornelia Cowles French) 

Creamery, and Guernsey Stock in Farmington, The (.\nna Y. Barbour) 

Dame's School of Sixty Years Ago, (_|ulius Gay) 

Day at Newgate Prison, A (Josephine M. Wilkinson) .... 

Day in Retreat, A (Mary R. Johnson) 

"Dear, Life Hath Wings." Poem. (L.L.Moore) .... 

Death of Dr. Backus, (Jas. Gibson Johnson) 

Dedication of St. Patrick's Church, (H. T. Walsh) .... 

Diary of David Gleason, (Julius Gay) 

"Dr. North and His Friends," (Charles Foster) 

Dutch and Flemish Masters, (Charles N. Flagg) 


Editor's Sketch Book, (E. H. Johnson) 

Expansion of Connecticut, The (.\. A. Redfield) 

Farmington and the Underground Railway, (E. H. Johnson) 

Farmington Ferns, The (R. B. Brandegee) 

Farmington Hawks, The (R. B. Brandegee) 

Farmington Magazine, The; A Review (E. H.Johnson) . 

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Vol. No. P»ge. 

Farmington Myth, (K. B. BraiidcKce) 
Farniington Street iu 1802, (Julius Gay) 
First Violin, The. Poem, (.\nnie Eliot Truinljull) 
Flycatchers, The (R. B. Brandegee) .... 
Foreign Visitors in Farmington, (David \V. Bartlett) 

Ghost, The (Julius Gay) 

Girls' Club, The (R. B. Brandegee) .... 
Glance at the Farmington Landscape, (Charles Foster) 
"God bless thee. Little Infant Year." Poem. (K. B. Brand 

Golf Girl, The (R. B. Brandegee) 

Governor's Choice, The (Herbert Knox Smith) . . 

Greek Invasion, The (R. B. Brandegee) . 

Guest Book, The (William Potts) .... 

Ilans Holbein, the Younger (R. B. Brandegee) 
Hardy House, The Old (JuHus Gay) .... 
Hartford Orchestra, (S. L. Brandegee) 

Historic Notes, (Julius Gay) 

History of Farmington Waterworks, (.\. R. Wadsworth) 
Hooker, Rev. Samuel (^[ulius Gay) .... 
How the Town of Fairfield Exiled its Tory .Minister 

(Harriet E. G. Whitniore) .... 
Howkins, Anthony (Julius Gay) .... 

Illustration, (Walter Griffin) 

Imagination. Poem. (Laetitia Webster) 
Independence Day in Farmington in Ye Olden Time, (C 
In Memoriam. Poem, (copied) .... 
In Memoriam. S. P. Poem. (Mary R. Johnson) . 
In Memory of John Hooker, (C. Rowe) . 
In the Farmington Gardens, (R. B. B., E. H. J.) . 

Japanese Students in Farmington, (S. L. Gruraan) 
Josephine. Poem. (K. B. Brandegee) 
Jules Bastien Lepage, (R. B. Brandegee) . 
Junco, The. Poem. (Ernest Harold Baynes) 

Last Years of Air. Rowe's Life, (Jas. Gibson Johnson) 

Letter, A (Sarah Porter) 

Letter from Southern Spain, A (W. Bradford Allen) 

Limitations, (Walter Griffin) 

Lyceum, The (Editor's Sketch Book) 


Marplot, Part I. (.\nnie Eliot Trumbull) 

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McKinley Oak, The (R. B. Brandegee) 
Memorial Building in Farmington, A (Charles O. Whil 
Mendi Indians Again, The (J. M. Brown) 
Migration of Birds, The (R. B. Brandegee) 
Minister Fishing, The (R. B. Brandegee) . 
Morehead Ledge & Diamond Glen, (C. Rovi'e) 
Mural Decoration in Farmington (M. D. & R. B. Brandegee) 
Musician's Reminiscences, A; An Interview. (E.H.Johnson) 
Myth of the Bend, (R. B. Brandegee) 






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Vol. No. PafTC. 

Nature Books, (Mary R. Johnson) I, 6: 13 

Nature's Hints for Color in Dress, (L. W. Livingston) I, 6: 8 

New Borough, The (A. A. Redfield) 1,12:1 

Notes of Miss Porter's School, II, 1 : 29 

Odd and End Shop. Poem. (J. R. A.) . 

Old Cemetery, The (Julius Gay) .... 

Old Church, The (E. H. Johnson) 

Old Homestead, The (E. H. Johnson) 

Old House, The. Poem. Qulia R. Andrews) . 

Old Houses and Doorways, (E. H. Johnson) . 

Oldtime Worthies of Farmington, (Julius Gay) 

One Morning. Poem. (L. W. Livingston) 

One of Farmington's Foes, (W. Bradford Allen) .... 
Origin of the Meadow Orchid. (Translated by Isabel F Hapgood) 

O'Rourkery, The (M. D. Brandegee) 

Owls, The (R. B. Brandegee) 

Pan American, The [Art Notes] (Lillian Baynes Griffin) .... 

Peach Culture in Farmington, (L. E. Root) 

Pere Ingres, The (R. B. Brandegee) 

Picture of Hawk Stealing Fish from Pelican's Beak. Poem. (G. F. Dun- 

Pilgrim Path, The (Mary R. Johnson) 

Pitkin, Rev. Timothy 

Porter, Dr. Daniel (Julius Gay) 

President Roosevelt in Farmington, (Jas. Gibson Johnson) 

Public Libraries and Local Industrial Development, (Edward Porritt) . 

Quebec, (Walter Griffin) 



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Record of the Red Man, (Lillian Baynes Griffin) 
Reflections. Poem. (L. L. Moore). 
Retired Minister, The (R. B. Brandegee ) . 
Rose-breasted Grosbeak, (R. B. Brandegee) 

Roses, (R. B. Brandegee) 

Rub3--Throated Hummingbird, (R. B. Brandegee) 
Ruffled Grouse or Partridge, The (R. B. Brandegee) 

Saint's Rest, (R. B. Brandegee) 

Sandpipers, The (R. B. Brandegee) 

Seaweed. Poem. (L. J. Webster) 

Short Reminiscence of Books not New, (Charles Foster) 

Sixty Years Ago, (^[ulius Gay) 

Soliloquy of the Judge, (R. B. Brandegee) 

Some Worthies of the Last Generation, .... 

Song at the "Lean-to," (Charles Foster) 
Spring-Time-Fantasie, (R. B. Brandegee) 

Steele, John (Julius Gay) 

Summer Visitor's Rememberings, A (Tudor Jenks) 
Sweet Peas. Poem. (R. B. Brandegee) . 


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The First ; The Last ; aud the Sequel, (Edward Hooker) 
Thrush Family, The (R. B. Brandegee) .... 
To a Coru-Flower. Poem. (M. Upton) . . ■ • 
To Lesbia. Poem. (H. K. Monteith) . . . • 
To the Farminston River. Poem. (R. B. Brandegee) 
Trees Alongside the Asphalt Walks, (R. B. Brandegee) 

Trolley, The 

Tunxis Sepus, Julius Gay) 

'"Twas Only One." Poem. (H.Nichols) 

Untried Wings. Poem. (Laetitia Webster) . ' ^ ' , 
Unveiling of Memorial Tablet at the Lodge, (Editor's Sketch Book) 
Usefulness of Recent Fiction, (E. H.Johnson) 

Value of Sketch Books, (Walter Griffin 
Village Girls' Club, (Mary L Potter) . 
Village Green, The (A. A. Redfield) 
Village Impro 

Village Library, The (M. D, Brandegee) 
Village Notes, (M. D. Brandegee) 

Village Street, The. Poem. 

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Water Lilies. Poem. (R. B. Brandegee) 

Weather Prophet, The. Poem. (R. B. Brandegee) II 

WhippoorwiU Family, The (R. B. Brandegee) 

W^inter, (R. B. Brandegee) 

Winter Landscape, A (Ernest Harold Baynes) 

Woodpeckers, The (R. B. Brandegee) 

Working Girls' Clubs, (Grace H. Dodge) 

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Arts and Crafts in Farmington, (Photographed by A. Carlson) 
Borough Seal, 

Chess Players, The (From Painting by R. B. Brandegee) . . 
Choir BoYS for Memorial Window, (Sketches by Miss G. Cowles) 
Coming o'f Winter, The (From Painting by R. B. Brandegee) . 
Congregational Church, Farmington, (Drawn by Walter Griffin) 

Ell of O'Rourkery, Showinj 

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Farmington from Station Road, (Photographed by A. Carlson) 
Farraington Garden, A (From Painting by E. T. Roberts) . 
Farmington Landmark, A (Photographed by A. Carlson) . 
Farmington Pasture, A (From Painting by Charles Foster) 

Head of Charles Noel Flagg, (Wood Cut by J. Britton) 

Josephine, (From Painting by R. B. Brandegee) 
Little Red Shop, (Photograph lent by Dr. Carrington) 
T .-.-i.i-g Forward 

LookingForward and Looking Backward, (Photographed by R 

Memorial Window with Iris Motive, (Sketches by the Misses Cowles) 
Mural Decorations, (H. Gernhardt) 
Mural Decorations, (R. B. Brandegee) 


Notes from an Artist's Sketchbook, (Pencil Sketches by G. A 

Old Chapel, The (Sketch by Walter Griffin) 

Old Fireplace, (Sketch from Painting by R. B. Brande-ee) 

Old Fireplace in Ancient's Club, (Drawn by J. R ) ° 

Old Stage, The (Sketch by Walter Griffin) ' 

On the Farmington River, (Photographs by A. Carlson) 

Plan, Sarah Porter Memorial, (Drawn bv C. 0. Whitmore) 
Portrait by Gilbert Stuart, (Photographed bv Allderige) 
Portrait Sketch of Chauncey Ro we, (R. B. Brandegee) 
Portrait Sketch of One Student by Another, (Woodcut by J. Britto 
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Pitkin, Hon. Timothy, 

Pitkin, Rev. Timothy 

Sarah Porter Memorial, The (Drawing by 
Sketches, (Walter GrifBn) . . .° " 

Sketches, Quebec, (Walter Griffin 

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Some Farmington Doorways, (Photog 
Sweet Peas, (R. B. Brandegee) 

Tombstone, (Walter Griffin) 

Unknown Portrait, An (From Painting by Hans Memling) 

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Vol. I. NOVEMBER, 1900 No. i 

Zo tbc 3faiminoton TRivcr 

When the River visits the Town 

She is dressed in her long white gown, 

And the edges are fluffy with thin light beams, 

That are only made in the deepest streams. 

In the dark of the night she leaves her bed, — 

The brio-ht stars shining overhead, — 

And lightly, and gently, as soft as down. 

The River is visiting the Town. 

The clock strikes three, she must soon return, 
Lest the sun the edsre of her mantle burn ; 
The clock strikes four, she is by the stream. 
And the Town is awakening from its dream. 
She has gone, with her wonderful misty gown,- 
The River that visited the Town. 

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Tibc TRecorC* of tbe IRcD man 

In the Farmington burying-ground on the bank of the river, stands a red sand- 
stone monument which bears the following inscription : 

In Memory of the Indian Race ; Especially of the Tunxis Tribe, the 
Ancient Tenants of these Grounds. 

The many human skeletons here discovered confirm the tradition that this spot 
was formerly an Indian burying-place. Traditions further declare it to be the ground 
on which a sanguinary battle was fought between the Tunxis and Stockbridge 
tribes. Some of their scattered remains have been re-interred beneath this stoner 

And on the reverse side of the monument is Mrs. Sigourney's verse : 

"Chieftains of a vanished race. 
In your ancient burial-place, 
By your fathers' ashes blest, 
Now in peace securely rest. 
Since on life you looked your last 
Changes o 'er your land have passed ; 
Strangers came with iron sway, 
And your tribes have passed away. 
But your fate shall cherished be. 
In the strangers' memory : 
Virtue long her watch shall keep, 
Where the red men 's ashes sleep." 

These, and an occasional paragraph in some local history or sketch of Farm 
mgton, a few handfuls of arrow-heads, an old canoe, and the Indian signatures 
scattered through the town records, are all we have left to remind us of the red men 
to whom Farmmgton once belonged. The arrow-heads went to Hartford the canoe 
to Bristol, but the records, yellow and brittle with age, are here in the office of the 
lown Clerk. 

For the rest we have only the traditions handed down through three and four 

The town records give detailed accounts of the transferring of the land between 
the English and the Tunxis Indians; but as the names they used for boundary lines 
have changed several times since those days, they are difficult to follow, save in the 
cases where the land is still in the possession and name of the descendants of the 
original purchaser. The Indian signatures are extremely interesting, each man 
having striven to express himself by a crude illustration rather than by writing 
The signatures as a whole are suggestive of a child's first kindergarten work One 
Indian tried to draw a man pointing. The body is made of four straight lines form 
ing an imperfect oblong, to which he has attached four bent lines for limbs and a 
arge round dot for a head. Another tried to make a flower, which might be taken 
for a rose, but in all cases the signatures show the pathetic effort of the untrained 
hand to express what was in the mind. 

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The Tunxis Indians were not a warlike tribe and seldom fought excepting 
when attacked. Referring to them. Dr. Noah Porter, writes : 

" Much of the descending slope from the mountain, along which now runs the 
village street, was more or less densely wooded ; in some places it was moist and 
even marshy. At its foot lay the open meadow. Beyond was the western forest, its 
border darkening the western hills quite down to their base, the terror of the Indian 
and the white man ; for along its unknown tract, for hundreds of miles, roamed the 
dreaded Mohawks, to whom all the tribes in this region were tributary. The Mo- 
hawks were fierce and warlike, the terror of all the New England tribes. From the 
banks of the river which bears their name, they have roved hither and thither upon 
their errands of conquest ; now surprising a native settlement upon the Sound, or 
breaking in on a defenceless tribe on the branches of the Connecticut. The terror 
of the Mohawk rendered the presence of the English desirable, and disposed the 
Indians in all this region to a peaceable demeanor." 

No tradesman ran routes in Farmington in those days, and the heads of each 
family were compelled to fish along the banks of the river for salmon and shad. 
The more friendly of the Indians taught the English the art of fishing, showed 
them where the deer were most plentiful, and where to expect the wolves and 

But there were times when the white man had to fear even the Tunxis Indian. 
One night soon after the settlers were established, a house was destroyed by fire, 
and the family occupying it were burned to death. A little later in the year a cruel 
murder was committed on the outskirts of the village, and, though there was no 
actual proof, both outrages were attributed to the Indians, and the whites made 
them pay a tribute for seven years, in the words of the town records, of " eighty 
faddoms of wampum, well strung and merchantable." 

The village grave-digger tells the gruesome story of finding the remains of an 
Indian in a grave which he was preparing for a white man. It is a common occur- 
rence for him to turn over their bones, arrow-heads, and old kettles. 

One of the Indians' traditions handed down through generations is of Will War- 
ren, or Moor Warren, so called on account of his dark skin. Will Warren lived in a 
cave on the top of the mountain. He hated the whites, but was on the best of 
terms with the Indians, and he was often seen on Sunday mornings making his way 
to the river with them. The Puritans objected to having Will Warren break the 
Sabbath, and one of the church members undertook to remonstrate with him ; 
whereupon Will Warren became enraged, and, stealing down from the mountain, 
came into Farmington and set fire to a barn. The villagers saw him running away 
and gave chase, but Will was too fast for them. He ran in the direction of New 
Britain, but got lost in the woods and described a semicircle, so that when he 
stopped in the morning he found himself on the bluff directly above Farmington. 
He saw the villagers gathered in little knots discussing the fire, and then he saw them 
start a bloodhound on his trail. When he heard the bay of the hound he knew he 
was in danger, and ran along the mountains to where he knew there was an Indian 
encampment. He found two squaws sitting over a fire; he hastily told them his 
story, and explained that he would shortly be run down by the hound if the scent 

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was not broken. One of the squaws seized him in her arms and ran, and never 
stopped until she had deposited him in his cave. Of course this broke the scent 
and the hound came to a standstill where the woman lifted Warren from the ground. 
Early last spring there came through the main street of Farmington a tall, dark 
man with a head of thick, straight hair. He wore a Prince Albert coat, patent- 
leather shoes, and a derby hat. Under his arm he carried a black case filled with 
books. He was a strange combination— a full-blooded Indian and a book agent. He 
went from house to house, raising his hat and describing his wares. He spoke un- 
derstandable English, discussed modern literature, read with ease, and made a bow 
that would have done credit to a dancing-master. He took orders for books, and 
when asked if they were to be paid for in advance or on delivery, he replied, "As 
you wish." But the books that were to be paid for on delivery never came. Civil- 
ization had taught the red man many things, but not trust in his white brother. 

Lillian Baynes Griffin. 

a /IDusician's IReminiscenccs 

Told by Karl Klauser. 
[Our older readers must have noticed in these columns once or twice each year, almost from the begin- 
ning of our paper, short reports and programmes, very classical, of concerts given in a Young Ladies' School 
in Farmington, Ct., under the direction of an earnest, sterling teacher, who all this time seems to have been 
more fond of solid good work in a corner, than of the notoriety which musical men, vastly his inferiors, strive 
to achieve by advertising rather than by worth. — From Dwight's Journal of Music, March 23, 1S72.] 

These few words from a musical authority of so many years ago, show the 
estimate that was put on Mr. Klauser's work for the increasing of musical know- 
ledge and musical culture here in the Farmington school. It seemed as if some 
words from Mr. Klauser himself, reminiscent of these concerts and the famous men 
who have visited here from time to time, would be of great interest. His own early 
life deserves some mention, varied as it was. Born in St. Petersburg, he lived 
some years both in Leipsic and Hambourg. Though devoted to music he was 
apprenticed to the book-trade and studied the backs of his books so faithfully — 
doubtless the insides also, though he does not speak of that — that in his talk with 
President Porter previous to his entering the school, he was asked at what University 
he took his degree, so conversant was he with theological and philosophical ques- 
tions. But the time came when he was free to devote himself to music, and soon 
after that, on his wedding day, he left Havre on a sailing vessel for New York. 

"In 1855," Mr. Klauser says, "I came to Farmington as teacher of music in 
Miss Porter's School. She had written to Germany, then to Henry Timm, leader 
of the New York Philharmonic, to ask that an instructor be recommended to her 
— one who would teach ' not fashionable music, but as it is taught in Germany.' 
I had been in New York five years but gladly came to Farmington, for life in the 
country is more natural than city life. The year after I came, the concerts, now so 
enjoyed, were started and given during the first two years in the village assembly 
hall and for the public. The first musician to come was Theodore Thomas. He 
had been my friend in New York, where he had been trying hard to gain a musi- 
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about him. He was well satisfied and came about forty times after that, at first 
once a >'ear, then oftener." 

Dr. Leopold Damrosch in his letter about Karl Klauser, writes of New York 
at this time. It was "then a sort of musical wilderness in which many a clever 
musician, to escape utter misery, was obliged to march in military bands and beat 
the cymbals, or seek his bread with blackened face among the negro minstrels." 
Through such a hard school did Theodore Thomas come before he gained the high 
place he now occupies. Mr. Klauser described some of these trials of Thomas's 
and then went on to tell of his companions. 

" When Thomas came to Farmington he played first violin in a quintette. 
This had no leader ; was a sort of republic. Wm. Mason was the pianist, Mosenthal, 
a pupil of Spohr, played second violin, Matzka the viola, and Bergman the 'cello. 
Bergman was an excellent musician and was the predecessor of Thomas in sym- 
phony concerts. Few musicians are educated men; Thomas had no general edu- 
cation. But Rubenstein who came about 1873 and Dr. Von Biilow in 1875 were 
both well educated. Rubenstein was a great talker, fluent on everj' possible sub- 
ject. He came here through Theodore Thomas who knew him and exhibited 
him, — was in fact bear-leader. Rubenstein was the most expensive musician we 
ever had. He asked $500 for two hours and then came only as a great favor of his 
managers ! The first thing he asked for was a platform, to keep him away from the 
people ; he felt too near them in the parlor. 

" Von Biilow was a great friend of mine. He came to see me many times. 
Once, soon after his wife, now Mme. Wagner, left him — then he was very sad — 
for his friendship for Rich. Wagner had been great. I remember once receiving 
Von Billow's creed — his confession of faith, in one of his letters. Sebastian Bach, 
Ludwig von Beethoven, and Johannes Brahms were his Trinity. Then there were 
always others who came, among them, Emma Fames, when she was a girl. 

" Farmington was beginning to be known in Germany through some arrange- 
ments and editions of musical works which I had made. Dr. Von Inten, early in 
the sixties, was coming to America and asked where he would probably play. He 
was told in New York, Boston, and Farmington. Some of Schumann's works 
which I had arranged, I sent Madame Schumann. It pleased her very much and 
in the many letters which I had from her after that she sent greetings to 
' Schumannville.' " 

Much more of music and musicians Mr. Klauser had to say, showing the pleas- 
ure he felt in his memories of work, both among his scholars and for the broaden- 
ing of musical culture through his editions. It does not seem complete to close 
without saying more about these editions and I quote from the letter written by 
Dr. Leopold Damrosch and translated in the journal mentioned at the beginning of 
this article : 

"Karl Klauser— (A Musical Sketch). Klauser had early seen that to work suc- 
cessfully for art in America, one must proceed not from above downward, but 
through thorough pedagogical instruction from below upward. Art as such was 
little cherished in the land at that time (1855); jingling virtuosity and humbug did 
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there were only a few who had the courage and capacity to go to work to purify 
and reform. He wished above all to work upon the tastes and help to form what 
was most needed — a musical public. To this end he selected the matter of his 
teaching with the greatest conscientiousness, using the classical music of the great 
German masters as the best basis for the musical culture of his pupils. But not 
content with that, he enriched the current editions of many compositions with a ful- 
ness of instructive additions which infinitely increased their value for instruction. 
Many a corrupt text in the old editions was critically rectified ; countless little errors, 
handed down like an hereditary disease in all the older editions, were weeded out. 
. . . Moreover, the fingering was carefully marked according to the modern 
principles, established by Liszt and Biilow. . . . Klauser has also made himself 
serviceable by arrangements of orchestral and chamber music for the piano. . . . 

" To the special services which Klauser has rendered to the school in Farmington , 
and we may say to the musical culture of North America in general, belong the con- 
certs which he has established, occurring three or four times yearly in the rooms of 
the institution, for which the audience is composed almost exclusively of the teachers 
and pupils of the school. 

" If one would know what sterling concert programs are, programs of the purest 
artistic tendency, of the severest choice among the good and the best, he has only to 
study those of the Farmingtonian soirees and matinees. They would be an orna- 
ment to any concert room in the world, and satisfy the selected circle of listeners." 

Eleanor H. Johnson. 


■C;be /IDioratton of JSirCts 

Some one spoke to Mr. Sage, the eminent ornithologist, about the number of 
warblers seen in this last spring's migration. " It is nothing very unusual," said 
the ornithologist ; " it is only that people are studying nature more generally." 

Perhaps the Birds will begin to get self-conscious now that so many people are 
looking at them with their opera-glasses ; they are getting so fashionable that they 
may begin to pose, like that young man who, when asked why he smiled all the 
time, said: "One never knows when one's picture will be taken, there are so many 
amateur photographers about." 

The great spring and fall migrations are among the most exciting events in a 
Bird's life, especially to the Young Birds, whose ideas of life are bounded by a 
tussock of grass in a meadow or the branch of a tree in a leafy wood. Then 
comes the gathering into flocks, and the trials of flying all together from tree to 
tree ; and finally the preparation for the long flight southward. 

When the Young Birds ask, " Why do we fly in the night time ? " the parents 
reply, " The Hawks cannot see us at night. And the night time is a good time to 
see the river lying below us like a path of silver." " But why don't the Hawks fly at 
night ? say the Young Birds. " I don't know," said the Old Bird ; " I guess they get 

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tired. But the Owls fly at night." " it is cloudy and rainy and we can't sec 
the rivers ? " " Then we won't fly that kind of a night," say the Old Birds. 

Consider the little Humming Bird that migrates from Farmington to the Ama- 
zon River. He and the south wind move along lightly together, over the Carolinas, 
and above Florida. The waves of the Gulf of Mexico roll around underneath them, 
reaching up their sleeves covered with foam. When our Humming Bird arrives at 
the Amazon River, a hundred relations greet him. 

A number of Birds that appear to stay with us through the winter are probably 
Birds that summer near the Arctic circle, and when they have migrated as far south 
as Farmington they think they must be near the tropics, and as Birds of the same 
kind look almost exactly alike, we naturally think these are the same Birds that we 
saw in the summer. There are those who say that the Birds possess that si.xth 
sense, and find their way across the country by this means. 

It is only by long persecution that Birds can be made to change their migrating 
habits. The Ducks learn in time to avoid the best hunting grounds and the wild 
Pigeons, which were once so numerous that they broke down the branches of trees 
with their numbers, have been swept out of existence or have moved to less civilized 

The experiment has been tried of marking Birds and it is found that they 
return to the same tree year after year. The months of September and October 
are very interesting to the ornithologist, for the woods are full of travellers that 
never nest in Farmington, but are always seen in the fall and spring migrations. 
The Hermit Thrushes are very plentiful, and seem to have lost all their shyness. 
Flocks of Night Hawks pass over early in September, with the white bar across 
their wings very noticeable ; like the handkerchief that was tied on the arm before 
the massacre of St. Bartholomew. 

If the colder nights did not warn the Birds to migrate, the changing forests 
should ; for the great woods are in flames behind them. The autumn catches fire 
in the far north and spreads downward through the forests until only the evergreens 
are left. B. 

autumn 36erries 

The fruit of some shrubs, especially that berry-like and brilliant in coloring, 
contributes even more to the beauty of nature than their blossoms. It adds much 
interest to our fall walks to find that some brightly clad bush is really the same as 
one we saw in quite a different garb earlier in the summer. For instance the 
Spice-bush, which some call Fever-bush, whose honey-yellow blossoms attract very 
little attention in the spring, is very noticeable in the autumn covered with clusters 
of bright red berries. 

The Holly family makes a showy display all through the fail and even into 
the winter. One of its members, the Mountain Holly, adorned with coral-red 
berries on long and slender stalks, solitary or sparingly clustered, is a graceful and 
cheering appearance in the damp and cold New England woods. Its relative, the 
Black Alder, is familiar to all who drive or walk through country roads : the bright 

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red berries growing thickly on short stalks among the leaves make the shrub con- 
spicuous. A nearer cousin to the Black Alder than the Mountain Holly is the 
Smooth Winterberry, which we recognize by its glossy leaves and large, dull, crim- 
son berries. Very different from these is the Ink-berry, which flourishes in sandy 
soil, chiefly along the coast. This has narrow evergreen leaves and black berries 
and is much sought after by the florists of our large cities to work into bouquets. 

It is not easy to determine when the Hobble-bush of our woods is most showy, 
for its large white flowers and broad leaves are very handsome as well as the bright 
red berry — which however turns blackish later in the autumn. A curious fact about 
this shrub is that its long, procumbent branches often take root ; hence the name 
Hobble-bush or American Wayfaring tree. 

The Sheep-berry, the handsomest of all the Viburnum family, is beautiful, 
whether clothed with its rich, green foliage and profusion of white flowers in the 
spring or bearing its plentiful clusters of scarlet berries and its many-hued leaves 
in autumn. 

So has kind Nature made provision for us that with the falling of the leaves 
shall come a second beauty to the shrub. Fanny F. Neale. 

Z\K Jfanntn^ton /iDytb 

When the Lord made the world he made Asia and Africa and Europe, and last 
of all he made South and North America. He made the Americas with special 
care as that is the place where the nations of the world would finally come to- 
gether. When the Lord was making New England one of the little angels asked 
that he too might make a State, so the Lord let him make the State of Connecticut. 
As the little angel shaped the rivers and built up the mountains his cheeks were 
red with excitement. But when the work was all finished there was still a large 
hollow, and the stuff was all gone. 'T was then the little angel was overwhelmed 
with confusion. But the Lord took him kindly by the hand. And the Lord took 
from the folds of his mantle some of the stuff of which Paradise is made and he 
fitted it into the hole, and the place was Farmington. R. B. B. 


H Comparison 

Although they are entirely unlike, I have never been able to help comparing 
the two villages with which I am most familiar, — Barbizon, France, and Farming- 
ton. I have been so impressed that two such small and remote places should have 
acted as magnets on so many great minds. Both villages have always had their 
little coterie of distinguished men and women. Both have been the rendezvous of 
authors, artists, musicians, and educators. Barbizon sprung up almost in a night, 
but had no foundation, and only stood while propped up by its builders. Farm- 
ington has been a long and steady growth, it has a promising future, and a 
foundation to sustain it. 

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Until the early forties, Barbizon was little more than a right-of-way for foresters 
and deer-hunters. But one rainy May evening there came into the village from the 
forest, a stalwart Frenchman, bearing on his back two tired children, and followed by 
a woman who carried against her breast a young baby. The man applied from house 
to house for shelter for himself and family, and was many times refused, but finally 
the door of a thatched cottage was opened to him and a good peasant extended the 
hospitality of her humble roof. The following day the man registered in Barbizon 
as — Jean Francois Millet. 

From that day on, his history is too well known for me to repeat it — his fame 
is world-wide and has been ably chronicled ; incidentally, and apart from either of 
these, he unconsciously made the village Barbizon the most renowned in France. 

Old Barbizon was a typical French village ; Millet recognized this and was soon 
followed there by Jacques, Troyon, Barye, Corot, and others. But Barbizon has been 
sold for gold, trampled by the philistine, and invaded by the pleasure seekers, who 
are now drawn through its once famous street by a noisy, smoky engine. 

From the painter's point of view there are many ways in which Barbizon and 
Farmington can be compared. They both represent typical villages of the country 
to which they belong, both have a charm and attraction that is indefinable. Farm- 
ington might be called the Barbizon of America, Barbizon the Farmington of 

On second thought, I think that perhaps it is safer to say that Farmington, rather 
than being our typical New England village, is typical of what is best in our villages. 
Its enterprise has never interfered with its dignity, and its dignity has never been 
injured by its prosperity. Great land booms have swept the surrounding country, 
leaving it strewn with Queen Anne cottages and furrowed with the trail of the trol- 
ley, but they have in all cases abated before reaching the borders of Farmington. 

Farmington is essentially a village of homesteads, and from relationship and 
traditions its people have a common interest in all that pertains to the village. 
The associations and conditions of their neighbors' property are as precious as those 
of their own, and there seems to be an unwritten law that impels all who build or 
renovate in Farmington to adhere to such methods as will add to the distinguishing 
characteristics of the place. 

The renovating of one of the old structures is cause for general rejoicing, for 
who has not some tender recollections connected with the old hall-way, the stair- 
case, the deep window-seat, or the chimney-corner? Before each one rises a picture 
— and the old house stands forth as a monument to the memories of the people. 

Last and most important of all, Farmington — unlike Barbizon, unlike most that 
is American — cannot be bought. It belongs to the people and they have put it be- 
yond price. It offers no attractions to the philistine. The trolley has resigned 
from its back street and gone where its rip and flash and squeak are more 
appreciated. Let us keep it there. W. G. 

During the past four months Farmington has been the rendezvous for a large 
colony of artists and art students from Hartford, Boston, New York, and other 
cities. Almost every day their white umbrellas have been seen near the river, 

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through the town, and among the hills. Much of the work done has been in the 
way of studies which will develop into pictures during the winter; but many can- 
vases have been completed directly from nature and are now ready to enter the 
fall exhibitions. 

I believe there are enough good pictures and illustrations produced here annu- 
ally to justify a Farmington exhibition at the close of each summer. Among the 
portraits that attracted attention in New York last winter were two that had been 
produced in Farmington. A local illustration executed by a Farmington illustrator 
was medalled at the Paris Exposition this summer, and a number of Farmington 
landscapes have recently appeared in our leading exhibitions. This indicates no 
dearth of material. W. G. 


RODOLFO Lanciani is Professor of Ancient Topography in the University of 
Rome. He is also a charming writer upon this subject. This is the way he begins 
his one-volume work, Tlic Destruction of Ancient Rome. " I was sitting, not long 
ago, at the southern extremity of the Palatine hill, where the remains of the palace 
of Septimius Severus tower a hundred and sixty feet above the level of the modern 
streets, and I was trying to fathom the abyss which lay open at my feet, and to 
reconstruct in imagination the former aspect of the place. By measurements on 
the spot, compared with descriptions and drawings left by those who saw the Pala- 
tine in a better state of preservation, I have been able to ascertain that a palace 
490 feet long, 390 wide, and 160 high has so completely disappeared that only a few 
pieces of crumbling wall are left here and there against the cliff to tell the tale. 
Who broke up and removed, bit by bit, that mountain of masonry ? who overthrew 
the Giant ? was it age, the elements, the hands of barbarians, or some other irre- 
sistible force, the action of which has escaped observation ? " This reminds me of 
one of the most poetic chapters, — a very short one, — " Musings on the Matter- 
horn," in a work by Tyndall with the awful theme of cosmology. Lanciani's 
book then goes on to answer the question " Who destroyed Ancient Rome ? " 
— sacks by Goth, Vandal, Saracen, and Frenchman, floods, and above all the Marmo- 
rarii or marble cutters, and the Calcararii, or lime burners; — the transferring over 
and over of building material from old to newer buildings. Even Westminster 
Cathedral drew upon imperial and even earlier Roman constructions in its building. 

He tells of an old house whose walls and foundations contained eighteen or 
twenty portrait busts of emperors, a complete set of busts of the twelve Caesars, an 
exquisite Venus, all used as rubble. Altogether, he tells us, more works of art have 
been destroyed in the last five centuries than in all the centuries of barbarian 
plunderings. Incidentally, he mentions certain towns peopled by remnants of 
Saracenic colonies who became separated from the main body of the invaders of 
927 ; both towns and families bearing Arabic names. Many of these people appear 
in Rome and Paris every winter in their picturesque costumes as painters' models. 
The book gives an added interest to Crawford's Ave Roma Immortalis, and should 
be read first. (Macmillan.) C. F. 

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Sa/ii/ and Cactus as a title for the collection of Arizona Sketches by Wolcott 
Le Clear Beard, suggests not only the local color of a dramatic region very vividly, 
but also the crisp straightforward manner in which the stories are told. It would 
be difficult to find any considerable number of superfluous words — and certainly 
not a sentence — in the entire volume. The style is so condensed and concise, as 
in man\- other modern stories, it requires a careful, even a trained attention. The 
writer shows an enthusiasm for his subject and also for trying to reach the reader 
by the clearest, straightest road he can discover. This is, of course, a method true 
to the principles of the world's best art, raising it above all tricks and affectations. 
There is much shooting, gambling, and frontier slang, also a great diversity of char- 
acters. If one likes that kind of material, the book is a very entertaining one and 
is possibly quite as much a study of social conditions as James's London or How- 
ells's Boston. (Scribner.) C. F. 

Essays on Nature and Culture and Books and Culture, two small books by Mr. 
Mabie and published by Dodd. Mead & Co., show the true culture to be dependent 
on the knowledge both of nature and of books. The books may be very few but 
they must be of the great world literature. Homer, Shakespeare, Dante, Goethe, 
he holds continually before us. as teachers of life. The cultured man may not be 
a naturalist nor an artist but his friendship with nature must be very intimate. So, 
in the wisdom gained from the world of nature and that of books, man attains that 
breadth of experience which makes his life " not a succession of happenings, a 
matter of outward fortunes, but a cumulative inward growth and a cumulative 
power of productivit)"." E. H. J. 

Among the new books added to the library this fall are : Pictorial History of 
the World's Great Nations, Charlotte M. Yonge ; In the Heart of Africa, Sir Sam'l 
Baker; An Abandoned Farm, Kate Sanborn ; An Iceland Fisherman, Pierre Loti ; 
The Isle of the Winds, S. R. Crockett ; The Abode of Snow, Andrew Wilson ; The 
Destiny of Man, John Fiske : James Russell Lozvcll and his Friends, Edw. Everett 
Hale ; Tlicir Silver W'edding Journey, W. D. Howells ; The Reign of Lazv, James 
Lane Allen ; Life of Jesus Christ, James Stalker; The Mendelssohn Family, Sebas- 
tian Hensel ; Sailing Alone around the World, Captain Joshua Slocum ; Women, of 
France during the i8th Century, Julia Kavanaugh ; Recollections of Sir Algernon 

IDUlage IRotes 

At the annual business meeting of the town of Farmington, the most impor- 
tant of the ten resolutions offered was that relating to the providing for the employ- 
ment by the Selectmen of highway commissioners to have care of the roads for 
the coming year, and with it an appropriation of seven thousand dollars for road 

The road known as Maiden Lane has been accepted as a town highway. 

An appropriation of $10,025 was made for the schools of the town, an increase 
of S350 over last year. 

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It is suggested that the name of New Britain Avenue be changed to one better 
suited to its rural beauty and surroundings. Suggestions for an appropriate name 
will be welcomed. One of our citizens has liberally offered to bear half the expense 
of putting in order the road up the hill to New Britain. 

The Town Clerk and assistant have been at work almost a year indexing the 
records from 1798 to the present day in accordance with a bill passed by the Legis- 
lature for the preservation of the public records in the best order and condition in 
fire-proof buildings. 

There are seventy-two women in Farmington enough interested in education 
to vote on the school question. 

With the autumn months come the first meetings of the several church societies. 
In the Congregational Church a new society called the " Fortnightly," which shall 
combine the young women's work, has just been inaugurated. 

The Episcopal Church has started a Sunday-school. 

The Sewing-school began its fourth year the middle of October. 

The youngest class take the various stitches on the Steigart squares. The 
middle grade do sample work and dolls' garments, and the advanced class make 
garments for themselves. 

The exhibition of the work of the past two years proved very attractive. The 
prize of a dollar for perfect attendance was given by Miss Pope to nineteen girls. 

The Summer-school had an attendance of twenty. During the fifteen lessons 
the students cut, fitted, and completed (with a few exceptions) shirt-waists for 

Centre School. — Mr. H. P. Swett has returned for the year and will continue 
the work of raising the grade of the school. Every class-room has his personal 
oversight and each teacher his cooperation. A larger graduating class is looked for 
next June. 

Miss Porter's School is opening with large numbers this fall as some of the 
second and third hallers decided at the last moment to come back, and there are 
more schoolgirls boarding in the town than usual. This crowds the Main and on 
that account the Ward House is to be occupied by old girls this year. 

It is with the deepest regret that we learn of the absence of Miss Cowles, who 
was compelled to retire because of the feebleness of her mother. She has been as- 
sociated with the school longer than any one, with perhaps two exceptions, and on 
this account, as well as because of the affection every one felt for her, she will be 
greatly missed. M. D. B. 

Our North District Schoolhouse does not seem to like to resign its position 
as a building for public instruction. Early in the summer Mr. Walter Grif^n 
occupied it as a school of drawing and painting. Now it has taken another turn 
and has evolved itself into a girls' club. That means lessons in dressmaking, 
embroidery, singing, dramatics, sewing, and drawing. Also talks on travel and other 
subjects, reading, and a regular social evening. 

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This is the feast prepared for the girls over fifteen years of age. No wonder 
there are already fifty-five girls on the list. And tiie poor men still have to sit on 
the cracker barrels at the store and discuss crops and politics. R. B. B. 


Since music is an educator, a good orchestra, as one of its highest e.xponents, 
should become a great power in a community. With the fall months the Hartford 
Philharmonic Orchestra reunites for this season's work. Three concerts are planned 
for this winter. It is very interesting to see men and women and quite young boys 
together in this orchestra all animated by the same youthful enthusiasm. One might 
have prophesied that there never could or would be a pecuniary reward for this 
kind of thing. But the New England people like grit. They like to see people in 
earnest. So that the orchestra has not only been a pleasure and a profit to the 
musicians, but it has the solid people of Hartford behind it ; and many all through 
Hartford County have not forgotten the really good concert of last year and are 
looking forward to the coming winter. S. L. B. 

•JEbe IDillaoe Street 

Spreading maple and lordly elm 

In fluted and clustered colonnade — 

Great-girthed branches that might have strayed 
From the wooded heart of a wilder realm — 
Stemming the sunlight that seeks to whelm 

In a liquid torrent of yellow glow 

The leaf-ships sailing about below, 
Guided by zephyrs at every helm ; 
While heaped up wrecks, red, gold, and green. 

Rustle softly about your feet. 

Man's work is clothed in a golden sheen, 
And God's work smiles and the air is sweet : 

Peace, God's peace, in the pleasant scene 

Adown the length of the village street. B. J. 

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Zbc E&itor'5 Shetcb-3BooJ? 

Almost a century ago a series of papers appeared in New York, edited by three 
young men for their own and the public's delectation. This was the imposing in- 
troduction : " Simply to instruct the young, reform the old, correct the town, and 
castigate the age." 

Few since have stated their purpose with equal frankness, far less with equal 

The Farmington Magazine prays your courtesy for matters less important, yet 
would take the same vein. In this little village of ours there seems much that is 
fine which may have been hidden, some that is not fine that might be hidden, and 
much that would gain from the talking over. VVe wish to serve as a vehicle for 
the first and last ; perhaps also to castigate the age. 

We hope in the near future to publish articles of historic interest to the town, 
and also to have a department which may be enjoyed by many of the former pupils 
of the school which has been for so long a valued feature of Farmington life. We 
beg the cooperation of our fellow-townsmen, and should be glad to receive many 
manuscripts, be they prose or poetry, scientific or imaginative. 

Love for our village means not only the expression of our pleasure in living 
here, but the effort to bring out and emphasize all that is worth knowing in it. 

It seems most fitting that in any public effort to add value or interest to life in 
Farmington the work of that best known of her citizens. Miss Sarah Porter, should 
be mentioned. 

Miss Porter, like Mark Hopkins, was one of the great educators of America. 
But while her interest in the personality and character of her pupils was very great, 
her attention was never diverted from matters of importance in the town. We rec 
ognize that she was in the best sense of the word a citizen, one who had a genuine 
interest in all public questions, and who gave her influence for what she believed to 
be the highest good to the town she loved. 

We are borrowing much from the originator of the literary magazine in Amer- 
ica, and would publicly acknowledge our debt to him. In these days of new books 
too little attention is given to our own early literature, and we may find much in 
the writings of Washington Irving to admire, much in his gentle spirit to emulate. 
He it was who first called attention to the romantic and historic interest of locali- 
ties of our own country. He turned the attention of men of culture from mere 
reminiscence and vain copying of life and nature beyond the sea, to the beauties of 
their own land. He taught Americans to paint from their own doorstep ; and proud 
we are if in our sketch-book we can point out things of interest and beauty about 
us which may not have had due attention before. 

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One of our villagers had a lamb that bleated unceasingly; this led a neighbor 
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The old Elm Tree Inn, so familiar to all 
who have visited the w^ell-knovt'n village of 
Farmington, is mounted above the Connecticut valley, and nestled 
among the ancient elms from which it gets its name. 

The Inn has lately been redecorated and renovated— modern 
improvements and luxuries have been added, but its quaint pic- 
turesqueness and charming restfulness have all been retained. 

The long, old-fashioned rooms, with their huge open fire*places, 
over which hang the crane and kettle of by-gone days, take one 
back a century and a half. 

The sun-parlor is a ne^v and special feature of the Inn. It 
is spacious, cosy, and flooded v/ith sunlight — a room that has an 
irresistible charm on a winter's day. 

In a word, the Elm Tree Inn is a combina- 
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the addition of all the up-to-dateness of an 
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The Farmington Magazine 

Vol. I. DECEMBER, 1900 No. 2 

ITunjis Sepus 

Tradition tells us, or was it some learned man who knew just what was taking 
place here long before the evolution of man on our planet, that our river did not 
always follow its present tortuous course northward, but flowed from a great lake 
southward where now flows the sluggish current of the Quinnipiac. Our ancestors 
found it pursuing its present way and named by the aborigines Tunxis Sepus, or 
the crooked river. Crossed by no bridges, and impeded by no dams, it abounded 
with fish. Shad were so plentiful that the early settlers despised so common an 
article of food and humbly apologized if it was discovered on their tables. The 
first dam which interfered with the ascent of fish was that which turned the wheels 
of the corn-mill of Capt. Thomas Hart and which we hear of in 1701 as lying not 
far from the Indian Neck. When built we know not. It is only by the record of 
the legal complications which befell an Indian, Wenemo, who had stolen " a good 
fire-lock gun," that even this early date was preserved. In 1767 the dam was com- 
plained of as a nuisance by those who travelled over the Litchfield road. Thirteen 
years afterward the town applied to the General Assembly for a lottery to raise 
money to build a causeway at " Eighty Acres" high enough to be out of reach of 
the water set back by the dam. 

For many years the inhabitants of the village crossed the river in boats, going 
down to it through the North Meadow Gate and along the then broad highway on 
which was subsequently built the present Catholic Church edifice. A ferry was 
established at this point by the town in 1706, which voted that they " would be at the 
charge of providing and keeping in repair a canoe with ropes convenient for passing 
and repassing the river at the landing place." This place was long afterwards 
known as " The Canoe Place." The ferry however had its disadvantages, and in 
1722 we read that "the Society granted to Samuel Thomson son of John for the 
charge he hath been at in recovering the canoe that was driven down to Simsbury 
five shillings." Instead of the fragile ropes a chain was stretched across the river 
to guide the canoe. Six years afterward the town had either built a bridge or was 
tired of the ferry and the Ecclesiastical Society voted " to sell the boat that at 
present lies useless, . . . the chain to be taken care of by the Society Treas- 
urer." In 1767 we read of the "Great Bridge" at this point. In 1798 the town 
votes to build a "bridge near the North Meadow Gate, which is to be of the same 
construction as the present bridge," and in 1803 they vote to sell the woodwork of 
the old North Bridge. In 1830 they voted the building of the present covered 
bridge, which was accomplished the next year. The remains of the east abutment 
of the first two bridges may still be seen several hundred feet lower down the river, 
the erection of which caused a whirlpool very famous in its day and dangerous to 
the unwary swimmer. 

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During a brief period after the Revolutionary War, while for one, or at most 
two generations, the merchant princes of Farmington retained their wealth, the 
river-bank just below the bend was covered with boathouses and pleasure-grounds 
and a path led down to them through a double line of Lombardy poplars from the 
newly built house of Gen. George Cowles. These disappeared long ago, and the 
mill and bridges are the only structures on the line of the river which have changed 
its appearance since the Indian paddled his canoe over its surface, or fished along 
its banks, or buried his dead on the hillside which still looks down on the most 
beautiful bend of the river. The freshets which every spring cover our broad 
meadows for miles, suggestive of the prehistoric lake, preclude any building along 
its banks. So does Nature kindly protect her own from the improvements and 
intermeddling of ingenious man. JULIUS Gay. 


" Hist! " said a voice from the brushwood at the side of the path. The boy 
who was passing rapidly and carelessly along paused instantly and looked about 
him. The scene scanned by his quick eyes was not that of the New England of to- 
day, but of a hundred and fifty years ago. Instead of cultivated farm land, green 
meadow, and thickly clustering houses, there was an occasional clapboarded dwell- 
ing with modest lean-to and narrow windows, and, less frequently still, a statelier 
mansion with fanlight, severe pillars, and green blinds, while bordering all and 
crowning all, were the thick forest lands which stretched away to the blue hills of 
the New England horizon. It was a country where surprises lay in wait on every 
bypath. So silent was the outlook here, a mile away from the little settlement 
which showed intermittently through the trees, that the young wayfarer thought 
that he must have mistaken the sudden fall of a leaf, or the rustling progress of a 
squirrel for the human voice, but in another moment the bushes close at hand were 
pushed aside and a youth a few years his senior appeared within the edge of the 
wood. Slight and tall, he stood for a moment as motionless as might have waited 
some furtive animal of the forest startled into attention. Then he nodded in further 

" I have waited for thee, Steven Howell," he said. " I have something for 
thine ear." 

Howell turned back with his swinging boyish step, and leaping over the rough 
ground, joined the speaker in the shade of the trees. 

" Thou makest a great todo of secrecy about the matter ! " he exclaimed. 
" What wouldst thou have of me that may not be spoken in the highway ? " 

" ' A prudent man concealeth knowledge, but the heart of fools proclaimeth 
foolishness,' " quoted the older youth sententiously, as quietly he led the way 
deeper still into the recesses of the wood. The boys were as unlike in appearance 
as in tone and language. Steven was unusually handsome, with fair, sunburned 
complexion, blue eyes, and a graceful impulsiveness of voice and manner. He had 
not yet reached his full height, but when a few years should have added an inch or 
two to his stature and strength to his outlines, he would be a fine type of the ready 
New Englander, early prepared to cope with difficulties of church and state. His 
companion, on the contrary, had shot up suddenly into a long, thin, somewhat lank 
manhood. He was pale and stooped a little, while the thoughtfulness of his brow 
and its faint indication of future lines, betokened the seriousness and preoccupation 
of one bearing the yoke of responsibility in his youth. 

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Reaching a mossy spot out of sight and hearing of the road, Howell threw 
himself down on the soft earth, while the other, with characteristic deliberation, 
found a suitable seat on the massive root of a huge tree. There was a moment's 

" Well ! " said Steven impatiently. The other raised his head and spoke slowly. 

" Methinks thou knowest young Mr. Henry Payton," he said. 

" Know young Mr. Henry Payton ! " exclaimed the younger, with instantly 
awakened interest. "That I do! What of him? Naught but good, I'll warrant 
thee, Ephraim Cole." 

" And likest him ? " continued Cole gravely. 

" The best of any of his age and condition — albeit both be something beyond 
mine," answered the boy enthusiastically. " Forsooth, that may I well," he went 
on; "did he not risk limb, if not life, to get me down from yonder wooded cliff 
whither I had gone birdnesting? " 

" I had heard something of that," said Ephraim Cole. " Truly then, was it he 
that pulled you from the snare of your own folly ? " 

" Nay, it was not such folly either — it was a rare bird ! Be that as it may, I 
had got my booty, and was fain to return with it, when I found the way that had 
seemed easy well-nigh closed against my return, and I, left alone and helpless, was 
like to weep — being then a little lad," he added apologetically, " and none there to 
hear or see. At that, comes by Mr. Payton, seeking a scarce posy for some sweet- 
heart or other, and in less time than I tell it, he hath comforted me, and come up 
to me to show me the way down." While the boy spoke Ephraim Cole watched 
him with an intentness that seemed to denote that he was rather observing than 
listening. Again he was silent, as dropping his eyes to the rich, deep moss, he 
passed his hand back and forth over its velvet, absently, once or twice. 

" And thou foundest him in such a dilificulty as that from which he rescued 
thee — " he asked. 

" Well ? " said Steven a second time. 

" Thou wouldst not hang back from offering him in thy turn a helping hand?" 
and the older boy raised his eyes and met those of his companion. It was half a 
question, half an assertion. Steven sat bolt upright and spoke with eagerness. 

" That would I not ! " he exclaimed. " But," and smiling, he threw himself again 
at his length on the carpeted ground, "why talk of such chances? Mr. Henry 
Payton hath a sure foot and a sharp eye and a keen ear for all difificulties that beset 
the steps of men hereabouts, and there be little likelihood that he be caught in any 
trap where mine would avail him." 

"And yet," went on Ephraim, still slowly, " he is like to be near one, and that 
before long, which he will not know how to avoid, and which Steven Howell may 
help him out of with no more danger to himself than mayhap that of a hard knock 
or two." 

Steven sprang to his feet. 

"What is that thou art saying?" he demanded, his eyes shining with excite- 
ment. " Something that I can do ? And it hath danger in it? Out with it, man ! 
Speak faster lest it escape thee altogether ! " 

" How now, how now ! " said the other calmly ; " let not thy noisy readiness call 
in others from the road. For though in a multitude of councillors there be safety, 
nevertheless 'a wise man holdeth his peace.' " 

" Get on, get on ! " cried Steven impatiently, " A trap, sayest thou ? And I 
may do him a like good turn to that he did me? " 

" Yes." Unmoved by the boy's excitement. Cole was silent long enough this 
time for a delicate breeze to flit though the underbrush, bend in hurried salutation 
the heads of the longer-stemmed grasses and wild flowers, and be gone. 

" And this encounter also," he said at last, " hath a sweetheart in it." 

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" A sweetheart ! " A cloud of impatient disappointment shadowed the face of 
the other as he exclaimed, " Tell me not that I must run of errands bearing missives 
and such like, tied, it may be, with the foolishness of a lover's knot ! " 

" No, thou shalt have no lovers' knots — unless, in faith," smiled Ephraim," it 
be one in a stout hempen cord. Sit thee down again and listen, for it is time thou 
didst understand the matter." 

" So have I thought this some time past. Out with it, I say ! " and the restless 
boy again took his seat on the ground. 

" Well, then, thou knowest that Mr. Payton is contracted with — with fair Mis- 
tress Prudence Satterlee, who hath a face like a lily and a voice like the low 
murmur of sleepy birds." 

" I know not if she have a lily face and a bird voice," said Steven discontent- 
edly, " but I do know that he hath been contracted with Mistress Satterlee, for 
that same thing hath made him singular indifferent and most indiscreet in his man- 
agement of hook and line. I did think he had better wit than to let such things go 
for mere sweethearting! " and he struck his strong young fist on the earth at his 
side in sheer scornfulness. 

" Mayhap thy wisdom may yet be turned to folly," said the other, smiling 
again. " But be that as it may, Mr. Henry Payton hath placed his heart in the white 
hands of Mistress Prudence to do with as she will." 

" And thou thinkest I may help withhold him from the folly— that I may show 
him 't were better to leave " — began Stephen anxiously yet somewhat doubtfully. 

" Nay ! " said Ephraim with a sharpness he had not yet shown. " Folly, didst 
thou say! Thou art indeed a presumptuous boy. To cleave only unto Mistress 
Satterlee were a wisdom indeed. But," — and he checked himself and changing his 
tone, concluded quietly,—" but what dost thou know of such things, and why shouldst 
thou ? " 

" 'T was thy own word," said Steven somewhat sulkily, " and I thought it a 
doubtful exploit — well then, have done with thy fol-de-rol of a man's heart in a lady's 
hands and get on ! " 

" The wedding day is fixed and the place and hour appointed." 

Ephraim paused after his fashion and Steven raised his head impatiently. 

" Now thou knowest," went on Cole, " our silly custom of bride-stealing." 

" I have heard thereof but have given small heed to such revellings." 

" Did you not hear how, a year agone, at the wedding of Bess Norton, certain 
gay young men who were unbidden to the feast, the magistrate, the elder, and the 
company being gathered together, did break in and carry off the bride? " 

" No ! " fairly shouted Steven. 

" They treated her fairly to be sure," went on Ephraim, "but detained her 
until they were all called back together to make merry at the farm. There was 
talk of it and nothing else for a week." 

" Indeed they should not carry off my bride ! " declared Steven, apparently for- 
getting his rejection of the possibilities involved. " They should leave her alone or 
there should be broken heads." 

" Softly there ! It be a foolish fashion to be sure, but to make it an occasion 
of strife and bloodshed be to make it a worse. 'Twere better turn the tables upon 
the revellers all in the way of merriment." And again the speaker studied the 
features of the handsome boy before him as though wondering if he were truly fitted 
for a delicate transaction. 

" In truth I am most unwilling to have it carried out, for I fear me fair Mistress 
Prudence would shrink into tears at such rough play." Ephraim's voice was lower 
as he added, " She is not one to hold her own in raillery as did Bess at the farm." 

" So they would steal away Mistress Prudence and seek to spite " 

" I am coming to that. An hour agone, as I sought here a certain leaf and was 

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therefore somewhat hidden from the road, I heard thence the voices of young 
men. One I recognized as that of Mr. Cuthbert Shaw for whom I have Httle es- 
teem. So, purposing not to be bantered on my search for simples, I drew further 
in, but scarcely had I done so when I caught a word or two that bade me give 
closer attention." 

"And what — what said he? " demanded Steven, raising himself on his elbows, 
as he lay on the ground, in order more eagerly to scan the other's face. 

" I have but one tongue with which to tell thee," answered Cole, " and I would 
need speak with many to forestall thine." 

" Well, well " 

" ' He hath too fine manners for our sort, forsooth,' said Cuthbert Shaw. ' In 
faith then, we will dance at his wedding in spite of him ! ' ' Yes it is not for Henry 
Payton,' answered the other " 

"And who may this other be?" 

"A fellow whose name I know not, but who consorteth much with boisterous 
company. ' It is not for Henry Payton,' quoth he, 'to carry his head so high. I 
warrant young Mistress Satterlee will forward our cause for us.'" 

" 'Tis meet that Henry Payton carry his head above his sort," hotly inter- 
rupted Howell. 

" With this," went on Ephraim, " they paused just before me on the road, 
leaning idly against a bent and rugged tree trunk, and I, considering that the occa- 
sion warranted such eavesdropping, paid strict heed to their words. To cut the 
matter short, they propose to carry away Mistress Prudence according to the afore- 
said braggart fashion, and the details of the plot being known to me I would use 
them, but to no ill." 

" But Henry Payton ! " stormed Steven. " He will brook no such interference. 
He hath a hot spirit and a sudden. These blades will find they have no puny cav- 
alier to denl with ! " 

" Aye," answered Ephraim, " and for that very reason did I listen with a clear 
conscience. Mr. Henry Payton will not be thwarted — in little matter or in great." 
The waning sunlight and the dusky green of the forest made the boy's face seem 
paler even than usual. "And if he would — I might not — who knows? — be over 
ready to help." He spoke in momentary forgetfulness of his companion, who 
speedily recalled his attention. 

" I would help, were it but for the pleasure of strife," he asserted uncompro- 

" I warrant," said the older one, smiling slightly. " But it was not for strife that 
I summoned thee. Rather I thought, as I turn this meditated trick into laughter, 
it were well done, else with the material at hand a pretty blaze may be stirred up, 
to the consuming of all marriage festivity whatsoever." 

" Well, and seest thou a way ? " 

" I think I see a way," answered Cole cautiously. " Listen, and if it meet 
not thy worshipful approval, 1 know that thou canst hold thy peace." 

The breeze had died down, the wood had grown more persistently silent when 
the two boys made their way out and stood a moment in the road. "Thou hast a 
quick wit," said Steven admiringly ; " I had never thought on such a device." 

" My wit were helpless without thy de.Kterity," answered the other as they 

It was later in the week that, fair and peaceful as the day itself, stood Mistress 
Prudence Satterlee before the little gilt-bordered mirror in her own room, clad in a 
soft white gown. Shyly glancing at the pink cheeks, the delicate brow, and the 
wide blue eyes there reflected, a certain apprehension made itself felt lest she be led 
into the crying sin of vanity, a transgression she held justly in abhorrence. Swiftly 
raising her eyes to the painted group above the glass, she dwelt instead upon the 

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angular gilt lady in a gilt chair, gazing, with a fine disinterestedness of vision, upon a 
palm tree of precisely her own size, thus turning what might have been a danger into 
a source of artistic profit. A young girl stood near her laying straight the folds of 
the full skirt, and by the window waited another, whose beautiful, haughty head 
was turned, now to glance critically at the wedding gown, and now out of the 
window with its wide view of field and highway. 

" It was a strange freak," said the former, " that of Henry Payton to have the 
marriage in the corner room after all. Methought the west parlor would have been 

"A wilful man — a bit more to the left, Elizabeth — a wilful man must have his 
way, eh. Prudence?" laughed Mistress Hope Carroll as she came forward suddenly 
from the window and picked up a painted fan. 

"What matters it where it be?" answered Prudence softly. "Surely a man 
may lead his wife into such surroundings as may best please him." 

" Have a care ! " warned gay Mistress Carroll, with a toss of her head ; " let him 
not know too soon thy complying disposition ! A man's stubbornness needeth not 
to be watched and tended — it groweth apace." 

"The brave words of wilfulness and stubborness are pat upon thy tongue," 
said Prudence, smiling: "since when hast thou become the advocate of humility 
in man or maid? " 

"Thou deservest not that I lend thee my help and countenance!" answered 
Mistress Carroll, as she made ready to go down the stair. " But there, sweetheart, 
thou needst but to look fair and somewhat abashed as thou goest below — and that 
thou accomplishest to admiration," and with a deep, laughing reverence, she passed 
first out of the room. 

Swiftly and lightly she stepped down the curving stairway, her hand just 
touching the mahogany rail, her still laughing eyes meeting those of Henry Payton 
who stood waiting below. 

" Make way for the bride-maiden," she whispered. Then as her glance went 
beyond him to the west parlor she added, " And is all ready for the bride? " 

"All is ready," replied Henry Payton, quickly. 

"Alack, the impatience of the bridegroom ! " she murmured as she went on. 

Annie Eliot Trumbull. 

(To be Concluded) 

3Bir&s Ubat Stas wttb "Cls tbrougb tbe Minter 

When we make a drawing from nature, we look over the whole subject and 
say, where is the blackest spot? And surely, in looking over the twenty or more 
winter birds on the drawing principle, we would begin with the Crow. I like to say 
a good word for the Crow, who, as the Frenchman said, is not so Devil as he is 
black. The best authorities have weighed all the Crow's shortcomings and his fine 
qualities, and they agree that not only is there an injustice being done to the Crow, 
but that the balance of good is on his side, and that we owe him an apology and 
sympathy, instead of a charge of powder and shot. Even that habit of pulling up 
the corn can all be stopped by dipping the corn in tar and rolling it in ashes, and 
the Crow will not even touch the young blades of corn after the tar treatment. 

But there is something about the color of a black bird that makes the ignorant 

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suspect him ; it is probably one of those superstitious impulses that dates back to 
the time when we were evolving from the monkey into the Bushman. Nothing that 
I may say will have any effect, for it is such a pleasure for man to be brutal, and one 
does not have to go very far to find whole clubs of sinewy, athletic young Ameri- 
cans armed to the teeth with rapid-fire guns, in the most " strenuous manner " exter- 
minating the savage Pewee, the dangerous Crow, and the bloodthirsty Robin. 

All these injustices to the birds are the school for cruelty, and delay the golden 
ages which are anxious to come. Why do the Crows stay where they are so badly 
treated? If Elijah had shot at the ravens who brought him food, he would not 
have been unlike us, for the Crow is working hard for our benefit. The number of 
grubs, of mice, of worms, which the Crows destroy is surprising. 

When the female sits on the nest in the top of the hemlock tree, the male keeps 
a sharp lookout for enemies. He brings his mate food at intervals while she is sit- 
tinsr, and even sits on the nest for her sometimes. As winter arrives, the Crows 
form into large flocks. Back and forth they fly to their roosts, making a detour of 
forty miles in a day, and high up in the sky where the cirrus clouds look like rain- 
bows. Perhaps the Crow that I once caught is sailing along with the others. I got 
him very drunk by soaking the corn in rum, and as he strutted around, not knowing 
much, he stepped into a steel trap. Perhaps he stepped in because he only had one 
eye, and the trap was on the blind side. I wrote a letter and tied it to his leg and 
let him fly. I won't tell you what I wrote, for you may catch him some day and 
then you can read it. 

A near relative of the Crow, the Blue Jay, becomes more sociable as the winter 
advances. All his summer antics are laid aside. The imitations of the Hawks, the 
screaming after Owls, the endless deceits practised on the little birds, the egg- 
sucking, the destroying of young birds, — all those good times are past, and now 
with the winter the Blue Jay humbly asks for a few grains of corn. The snow 
covers the ground, and sometimes the Partridges that have hidden under the snow 
to get warm have the snow frozen over their heads during a sleet storm and perish. 
The hemlock tree is the great friend of the winter birds ; it gathers the dried leaves 
under its skirt for the Partridges and makes little roofs for the other winter birds. 
The Red-tailed Hawk is keeping a sharp lookout for the mice that venture out on 
the snow. He has a sullen air and draws in his claws from the cold ; he shrugs up 
his shoulders, but nothing escapes his wonderful eyes under their beetling brows. 

One of the interesting events of midwinter is when a large flock of Pine Gros- 
beaks arrive ; they are s otame, and they look as though it was a plump place to live, 
near the Arctic regions. And they are very confiding. They impress us all with 
the idea what a beautiful thing it would be if man and the birds could live together 
in peace. Another winter visitor is the Snow Bunting, which arrives in flocks, some 
almost pure white and others mottled with yellow and brown on the backs. When 
the thermometer falls very low and the snow lies thickly over everything, the big 
Snowy Owl may be seen, but is always rare. 

The Downy Woodpecker and the Chickadee are often seen, and the Juncos, or 
Snowbirds, flit around in flocks and like the " Mother Carey's Chickens," prelude a 
storm. R- B- B. 

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^be 3unco 

The Junco, or Snow Bird is a winter visitant here. Its outer tail-feathers 
are white and are conspicuously displayed as the bird flies. 

" O PLUMP little bird with the slate-colored back, 

Of your name I have no recollection." 
" My name it is ' Junco,' " the gray one replied, 
" From my home in the North last October I hied, 
And from now till the spring I expect to reside 

With you, if you have no objection." 

" Mr. Junco, I'm sure you are welcome to stay, 

That is, if the sparrows will let you. 
The sparrows are English, and Englishmen must. 
From the New Year till Christmas, fight something or bust ; 
I'm afraid you'd be rolled in the snow or the dust 

Every day in the week, if they met you." 

" Though the English must fight," said the Junco again, 

" Flags of truce they have always respected. 
I just show the white flag on each side of my tail. 
And the sparrows make way right and left without fail ; 
So you see I have really no reason to quail. 

For I know I shall not be dissected." 

" Then stay by all means, Mr. Junco," I cried ; 

" Most delighted I am that you came. 
On conventional detail there's no time to waste ; 
You're hungry, so off to your dinner with haste, 
And if oak trees and maples are not to your taste. 

At ' The Elm Tree ' just mention my name." 

Ernest H.a.rold Baynes. 

That Quebec is inspiring is proved by the fact that 
almost every visitor to it has a strong desire to give expression to what he or she 
sees and feels. People who have never before thought of writing or using a sketch, 
book begin to look at the pencil and pen as a means of interpretation — a means by 

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which they can carry away with them some note of the romantic, the historical, the 
picturesque, and share it with others. 

I often wonder why it is that so many people will struggle and save and deprive 
themselves of so many comforts in order that they may take a trip to Europe, when 
they have only a month's holiday. It surely must be that they don 't know of the 
wonderful beauties of their own country that can be reached in a few hours and at 
a verj' small expense. I am, of course, referring to the many thousands of people 
who go to Europe in an objectless way, just to get a change and see a little of a 
strange country. Perhaps they have never considered that a day's journey from 
New York, and for a ticket costing twelve dollars and fifty cents, they can reach a 
city as beautiful as any in the Old 
World, with another climate, an- 
other language, another religion, 
and another people. 

It rivals all the places I have 
ever been in for inexpensive liv- 
ing. Tourists can pay from twenty 
dollars a day down, but twenty 
dollars will also secure comfort- 
able accommodation for an entire 
month. W'hy people squander 
fortunes in our conventional sum- 
mer resorts is beyond me. 

Almost without exception, 
surprise has been the first sensa- 
tion that has come to those who have visited 
Quebec, — surprise at its grandeur, its quaintness, 
and its difference from all the world. 

Quebec is a city, but to call it so gives a false 
and unjust impression. Its sleepiness and Old-World 
ways, its lack of enterprise and remoteness from all 
hustle and bustle, take one back a century, at least. 

" An eagle city of her heights austere, 

Taker of tribute from the chainless flood, 
She watches wave above her in the clear. 

The whiteness of her banner purged with blood. 

'' Near her grim citadel the blinding sheen 

Of her cathedral spire triumphant soars. 
Rocked by the Angelus whose peal serene 
Beats over Beaupre and the Levis shore." 



W. G. 



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mooh motes 

Is there any good reason for a story, or, for that matter, anything, being ugly and 
disagreeable ? Is there not always a way of doing a thing, a best way, that can accom- 
plish its mission better, even where the material is ever so ugly ? This is certainly true 
of the plastic arts. In spite of its shrewdness and strength. Unleavened Bread, by 
Robert Grant, is intensely unpleasant. It is grim and brutal. It is written by a man 
who has no patience with other points of view than his own ; a conservative, who 
has lost sight of the fact that the highest standards have been won only by experi- 
menting, and have met with ridicule from other standards of conservatism. The 
struggle for social success — the process of "arriving" — is not edifying, but in a 
country of self-made men it is in a measure inevitable, until every one shall be born 
into an environment that shall be fine and sympathetic. Mr. Grant comes stal- 
wartly to the defence of " good society," and, like most others who have done so, 
becomes hopelessly involved by discarding the matter as simple, when in reality it 
is one of the most complex questions in the world and is, after all, relative, like 
everything else. Who, for instance, questions that consideration for others, educa 
tion, taste, and common sense should entitle a person to be considered " best " ? 
But who can believe that they are always so considered? Flossy Williams attains 
a position in a New York set that is advertised as " best," and tells the reason why it 
is so. This, of course, is the author's explanation. Will he also assume the respon- 
sibility of her vulgarity at a White House reception, when Flossy and her friends 
from Wall Street " drop in after dinner," place themselves in a corner for fear of 
being thought to belong to the families of Members, — separate the " sheep from 
the goats," and have " fun " with the " Western Wooleys " ! Although the book is 
mostly a consideration of society, the author does not make any distinction between 
social "leaders," who are so in the right sense, because of their broad sympathies, 
and the majority perhaps of those who are found in their wake. 

The story is one of a young woman, ambitious, small-hearted, hypocritical, and 
envious. She has a soulful face, a far-away gaze, that takes every one in for a short 
time, but we really feel glad for the struggling creature that the book ends before 
her third husband — a United States Senator — has fathomed her. We hope he 
will die before he does so. She is an exceedingly unpleasant person. The one 
charming character is the architect, who, as her second husband, refuses to lower his 
standard of truth ; but she is victorious over him even, since she nagged him into 
his grave. 

The book— which somehow reminds one of the American Architecture he handles 
so remorselessly — if written thirty years or so ago might have had some " reason for 
being." That inevitable movement which has the generic name of " woman's 
rights," is frankly sneered at. {Seribner's.) C. F. 

"along ifrcncb JSewasa" 

When we have passed many years reading books and books and books, about 
every spot on earth, confident that the last word and more has been said, it is a mo- 
ment of wonder when we see still another and one more shot at this or that hard- 

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pounded spot. Well, there are younger readers behind us who must be told. Then 
the older books are destroyed or look old-fashioned and are so. There are few painted 
roses that look roscy, and when perchance one is so, it is like a discovery of a new 

Years ago I had placed the French country among the mossy subjects. How- 
ever, Mr. Clifton Johnson writes in his Along French Byways, not oidy without a 
shade of fear that his subject has been " done to death," but as tho' France were a 
portion of a recently discovered planet and himself the first man on the ground. 
Our youngish traveller avoids almost entirely the large towns— does not attempt to 
describe cathedrals, galleries, nor parliaments. It is chiefly an account of the coun- 
try, its primitive methods in agriculture, rustic homes, provincial schools, a small 
church or two, an exceedingly good account of the " Lourdes" mystery, and many 
other things. The exact reason for existing things is not always found by him, but 
his philosophy about them is always entertaining and it is all told in good New 
England English. There are many illustrations by some photographic process of 
only mediocre interest. The figures in most cases have a posed, self conscious ap- 
pearance. (The Macmillan Co.) C. F. 

Hbe Dillage (Breen 

Following a very general custom in the village settlements of early New Eng- 
land, the first proprietors of Farmington withheld from the general partition and 
sale of their holdings a considerable parcel of land near the centre of the site of their 
proposed village, which, while never formally dedicated to defined public uses, has 
nevertheless come to be regarded, after the lapse of two and a half centuries, as in 
some sort the property of the community, as are the village greens of old England, 
because they are the remnants of ancient fields and pastures once common to all 
the villagers. 

With what propriety this bit of reserved ground in Farmington village may 
once have been called the Village Green we know not, but the unfitness of that des- 
ignation at the present time or for some generations past is painfully manifest. 
So little solicitude for its preservation for fit public uses has heretofore been shown 
that its precise boundaries, except as indicated by the highway, are difficult to de- 
termine, if indeed any one has ever thought it worth while to attempt doing so. As 
a consequence, it is more than suspected that the east boundary has been seriously 
encroached upon by buildings of adjacent owners on that side ; along the south side 
a wagon road, and another parallel with it through the middle of the plot, have 
for many years been used as " cuts," but without any known authority of law, as 
neither of them is recognized as a highway repairable by the town authorities. 
Nothing but the noble church edifice which has adorned the ground since 1771 is 
calculated to remind us of the beneficent design of the founders. The eye and mind 
of the beholder painfully turn from the church and all its suggestions of past gener- 

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ations to the contemplation of the huddle of ugly structures which repose under the 
shadow of its venerable walls — the horse-sheds, "the Chapel," so called, the Town 
Record Office, the blackened ruins of a fire-engine house, and, lastly, the village 
lockup! No one ought to be surprised if a stranger to the neighborhood should 
look about him to see whether the public Pound might be located near by. 

Manifestly this bit of public ground thus neglected and encumbered, lacks every 
essential feature of the traditional Village Green, except the greenness of its small 
compass of grass. 

It is well known that for some years before her death Miss Porter, whose spirit 
of public enterprise was equalled only by her deep and enduring love for her native 
village, was contemplating some plan for a genuine Village Green — a piece of grass- 
land set apart for useful and ornamental purposes to the profit and enjoyment of 
her fellow townspeople for all time to come. To this end, with the cordial co-oper- 
ation of some of her former pupils who somehow learned her wishes, she purchased 
something over two acres of ground across the highway opposite the Elm Tree Inn, 
which she proceeded forthwith to clear of the several varieties of structures which 
disfigured it. All agree that the site was well chosen for the object contemplated. 
The highway skirts it on the west and south ; the land is elevated and readily lends 
itself to artistic grouping of ornamental trees and shrubs, and being upon the line 
of the trolley-road from Hartford, in near view from the Inn and from the Country 
Club, it can hardly fail to give visiting strangers an agreeable first impression of one 
of the means of grace vouchsafed to the people of this ancient village. 

To secure the perpetuity of her benefaction. Miss Porter by her will devised 
the land to seven trustees, all residents of the village, " to hold and maintain the 
same for the use of the people of the town of Farmington as a public park, to be 
called the Village Green, the said premises having been purchased with funds gen- 
erously contributed for that purpose by a number of my former pupils" — amount- 
ing, it is understood, to about $10,400. She likewise bequeathed the income of 
three thousand dollars to suitably maintain the grounds. During the last summer 
of her life some progress was made in the grading and draining of the land, under 
her own eye, but her increasing infirmities and subsequent death interrupted the 
further prosecution of the work until the following spring (of the current year), when 
the trustees received a communication from one of those former pupils who had 
contributed to the purchase of the land, requesting them to carry to completion the 
work on the Village Green, and expressing a desire to furnish all needed funds to 
that end. 

Our nearby readers need not be told, for they have before them daily evidence 
of the fact, that this generous and spontaneous bounty has been freely availed of by 
the trustees, while those at a distance may be glad to learn that Farmington has its 
Village Green at last — not, indeed, as yet with a greensward brocaded with leafage 
and flowerage such as only time and care can perfectly produce, but it has the prom- 
ise of all this, and with it what may prove of greater worth, an awakened sense of 
the value to our village life of an intelligent and untiring public spirit as exempli- 
fied by her whose career was so intimately and for so many years connected with 
our beloved village. R. 

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IDillage IMotcs 

If any one is disposed to question our rapid acquirement of the traits of city life, 
he needed only to see our streets during the month of November. They were torn 
up from end to end of the village with all the interference with personal comfort 
that characterizes our greatest metropolis. 

Better days are at hand. New pipes are laid which are large and strong 
enough to carry a greater quantity and pressure of water. More frequent hydrants 
will permit the use of hose that will throw a stream large enough and far enough to 
make our protection against fire greater than ever before. The drought which has 
affected a large part of eastern New England during the summer has given us little 
inconvenience, so ample is our water supply. 

The Christian Endeavor Society raised $15 by the cake and candy sale, and 
could easily have trebled the amount had they had any inkling of the patronage 
awaiting the sale. The proceeds go for Christmas decorations in the church and so 
once again St. Elizabeth's loaves are turned to flowers. 

The efforts of the Ladies' Benevolent Society to raise an amount sufficient to 
recarpet the church are meeting with liberal support. The suppers at their room 
have been largely attended and the concert of October 29th called out a large 
audience and merited a crowded house. 

At St. Patrick's Catholic church has been held the yearly " Mission," which 
corresponds to the revival meetings of other churches. The two services a day 
during one week were faithfully attended. 

Thirteen women have been added to the list of those qualified to vote on the 
school question. 

We learn with pleasure that not all the young men of Farmington are content 
to "sit on the cracker barrels at the store." A club has been started by several en- 
terprising young men of the village, who have rented Mr. Hurlburt's hall for their 
club-room. The club will have a membership of about thirty and will devote its 
evenings to athletic and social activities of various kinds. We are sure that the de- 
velopment of this organization, the need for which has so long been felt, will be 
watched with great interest and sympathy by all in the village. 

Friday is Visitors' Evening at the Girls' Club. M. D. B. 

EMtor's ShetcI>3Booh 

When we think of the old-fashioned Christmas our mind is straightway filled 
with visions of blazing hearths, with savory odors of roast pig and flaming Christmas 
pudding, with the sweet sound of Christmas carols. We read Irving's fascinating 
account of Christmas a century ago in England, and long for the days of Yule logs 
and waits and tlie merry masque. We sigh for the heartiness and simplicity of the 


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old festivities, the gifts that were only a sign of good will, the family gatherings, 
and old-fashioned charity. Our festival seems to have gathered to itself a strange 
complexity of duties which in a way obscure the Christmas idea. 

But the contrast I wish to draw is not between Christmas now and that a cen- 
tury ago in England, but the one we look back to in our own state. 

Because of their wish to separate from all they had left behind, many customs 
were entirely changed by our Puritan ancestors. The marriage ceremony was per- 
formed by a civil authority, and all that had to do with the masque and mummerj' 
of the English Christmas was abolished. Christmas carols such as the quaint old 
song, " God rest you merry Gentlemen," must not be sung, and the dear old Saint 
" Niklaus " was unknown. 

Thanksgiving early became the festal time when families gathered together 
and good cheer prevailed, and the children and grandchildren of the first Sepa- 
ratists knew nothing of that earlier festival. In New York state English customs 
were kept up and the story is told of some children from Albany who came to 
visit Connecticut cousins, not a century ago, and who hung up their stockings on 
Christmas Eve before the huge fireplace. The ne.xt morning the stockings still 
hung there empty, — no one had understood, — and the disappointed children won- 
dered why Santa Claus did not come to Farmington. 

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It is strange to think that there was a time so few years ago in our own village 
when such familiar pastimes were unknown and the spirit of good cheer that rules 
now on that day was uninvited and unwelcome. 

One of the most attractive of the holiday books a year ago was a new edition 
of Back-Log Studies by Charles Dudley Warner. The binding decorated with and- 
irons, the clear type, and charming illustrations were a fitting accompaniment to the 
graceful essays. 

Since the publication of this collection of studies, Mr. Warner has shown him- 
self to have a " genius for the commonplace " ; he invests the simplest subject with 
new interest by turning toward us a side we probably had not thought of noticing 
before, and lights up the dullest theme with the brightness of his humor. Mr. 
Mabie says of Warner: " He was in many ways the literary successor of Irving. 
. . . He had the same quiet spirit, the same delicate but wholesome sentiment, 
the same gift of humor." 

Back-Log Studies and its predecessor. My Su miner in a Garden, show plainly this 
quiet genius of Mr. Warner. Whether vigorously hoeing ouX. pusley and learnedly 
discoursing to Calvin the cat, or dreaming in front of the fire and commenting on 
these dreams with his friends and neighbors, the philosopher is at all times worth 
knowing. It is this sort of literature that we have nowadays so little leisure for, — 
books that bring us close in touch not only with a mind of literary excellence, but 
with a well-rounded nature, one of Matthew Arnold's cultured men who not only 
possesses the scientific passion, but has the welfare of his fellow man at heart. 

For one so near to us as Mr. Warner, we must add our word of love and 
mourning. All has been said of his worth as a writer, a citizen, a friend ; there 
remains room only for personal expression. Like the pile of stones marking the 
ground Thoreau best loved near Walden Pond, a pile grown high as one admirer 
after another adds his stone to it, these tributes to our friend and teacher added 
together shall finally come near to reaching the perfect e.xpression. 

We were glad to be able to correct in our second edition of the November 
number of this magazine, a mistake in a name occurring on one of its pages. Old 
residents of- Farmington were naturally grieved at seeing any name substituted for 
the honored one of Sigourney. Do not think we would pluck the least spray from 
her laurel wreath ! 

Every one is, I think, familiar with that curious lapse of memory which causes 
one to substitute for a name existing somewhere in one's mind, one totally different. 
A scientific term has been sought for this, but no adequate explanation of the 
phenomenon has ever been given. 

Just here we wish to thank our public for the cordial reception which has been 
accorded us, a reception more generous and considerate than any we had hoped for. 
First efforts are necessarily amateurish and incomplete, but we can confidently 
promise many improvements, and shall hope for a continuance of the friendliness 
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Vol. I. JANUARY, 1901 No. 3 


Now gently sinks the long sweet summer day 
To blossom -breathing darkness. The sharp wings 
Of chattering swallows touch with mystic rings 
The shadowy pool. The last wide western ray 
Glows tawny crimson. And from far away 
Each breeze that stirs the timorous poplar brings 
The moan of herds, the call of feathered things, 
The laugh and song of little ones at play. 

All beauty. Pain and passion seem as far 

From this calm spot as yon grim city, spread 

Behind the smoke -topped mountains, where the breast 

Of patient Earth sobs to the ceaseless jar 

Of steel on stone, the clash of bells, the tread 

Of slumberless myriads. Here is only rest. 

W. B. H. 

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While yet Mistress Satterlee waited in her dimity curtained chamber, and Hope 
Carroll bantered her on her humility, certain strangers passed along the highway, 
bound for the Satterlee mansion. These strangers were two 3-oung men dressed in the 
height of the tempered extravagance known to colonial New England, and riding 
upon fine horses, on one of which was fastened a pillion. 

"Thou art certain of the room.? " asked Shaw, " delay were dangerous." 

"Aye," replied the other, 'I am sure, I had it from a maid who waits at 

"How if the company be all assembled there? We can hardly overpower them 
all — even had we the help of the companions who wait us yonder at the ' Salutation.' 
I tell thee my plan — " 

" An thou be as fertile in expedients as thou art in objections," interrupted the 
second speaker impatiently, "our work is soon done. I tell thee I learned that fair 
Mistress Prudence goeth in herself first to see that all be in order. This I have also 
from Mistress Carroll's maid whom I questioned in sport, saying I would fain know 
something of a rout I may not attend. Mistress Prudence hath arranged flowers and 
what not, and would give a last touch herself ere the company enter. We shall may- 
hap find her going or returning — 'tis a chance in a hundred, and fortune hath 
declared for us." 

Drawing nearer the house they became more cautious in their approach until 
behind a sheltering hedge, near the western exposure, they dismounted and fastened 
their horses. The fine old mansion lay warm in the afternoon sunlight. The 
garden borders were gay with hollyhock, phlox and larkspur. Through the open 
windows came sounds of preparation. From the other side, laughter and merry 
voices hushed yet audible, were borne to their listening ears. Guests were arriving 
at the wide front door, and the quieter entrance of these two unbidden would not 
be remarked upon. If worse came to worse, they had but to mingle carelessly with 
the company until they could slip away. From their hiding place they saw the 
arrival of the solemn magistrate of the little town with that of the benevolent elder 
whose prayer should bless the ceremony. Stealthily they passed on to the windows 
of the west parlor. 

" It is as she said," whispered Cuthbert's companion, "the guests are not yet 
admitted. An we find her alone in the room, we are in luck! " Closer to the 
low window, its lattice wide open to the sunshine, they pressed. A friendly rose- 
bush climbed up above the sill, while the many small panes reflected the radiance 
falling upon them. Hidden by the rosebush, they looked eagerly in. Surely the 
fortune upon which one at least had relied, had favored their exploit. In the center 
of the low wainscotted room stood the slender, white bridal figure, alone, save for the 
presence of pretty Mistress Carroll, who was aiding her friend to place a wayward 
garland which drooped from the ceiling. The face of the bride was turned away 
from the two visitors, but that of Mistress Hope fronted them, her cheeks flushed with 
excitement, and her eyes dancing with festal merriment. 

" It must go yet more to the left," she said, her arms raised above her head, " I 
tell thee. Prudence — " 

"Now! " cried he who seemed to be the leader. Qiiick as thought and yet 
silently withal, the two booted and spurred cavaliers sprang over the low sill into the 
room. Hope Carroll uttered a frightened but stifled scream. The bride dropped the 
end of the garland and turned toward them. The pink cheeks had grown scarlet, the 
blue eyes looked for a moment into the laughing ones of the newcomers, the courage 

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of the position making tliem less shy than usual. The shining gauze of the wedding 
veil trembled a little with excitement, but no word nor cry came from the curving 
lips. It was never Mistress Satterlee's custom to speak when there was naught 
to say. 

" What would you.? " demanded Mistress Hope, bravely, but in curiously hushed 

"Naught but this fair lady," answered the handsome roysterer gaily. "No 
harm nor disrespect shall she meet at our hands, but come with us she must — though 
must be no word for the ears of so sweet a dame." 

As he spoke his companion dexterously twisted a scarf about the bride's throat, 
not closely enough for actual discomfort, but so as to prevent outcry. 

" It were best you came quickly," said Cuthbert Shaw, dragging his victim 
forward, " for an you come not, we must needs bring you." 

Hope seemed paralyzed into inaction. She neither screamed nor fled. The bride, 
overpowered, apparently by the suddenness and unexpectedness of the attack, made 
but little resistance, and moved as if involuntarily whither the captors led. Not until 
the three figures were hurrying across the lawn did Hope Carre 11 recover from her 
stupefaction, and rush from the room. 

"Quick, quick! " cried Shaw, "ere she give the alarm! We are almost safe." 

It was scarcely a minute before they reached their horses. The bride was slung 
on the pillion and the lucky bride-stealers galloped off. 

"Thou wert wise, Mistress Prudence, to come without useless resistance," said 
Cuthbert merrily " It were but to have further rumpled the wedding finery, and we 
mean but to be bidden to thy marriage. 'Tis but delayed till thy bridegroom, the 
worshipful Mr. Payton, come for thee." 

" He will come soon, I warrant," said the bride. 

" No doubt," asserted Shaw, courteously enough, " and meanwhile thou wilt not 
churlishly refuse us the favor of a dance at yonder tavern, where a gay company 
awaits us." 

Little more was said, while the horses trotted swiftly along the highway, though 
now and then one or other of the young men broke into a line or two of a gay 
song not to be found in the collections most affected by the colonists. It was not long 
before the gallant steeds were checked at the gateway of the "Salutation." On its 
porch were gathered nearly a score of youths dressed also in the extreme of the mode, 
who greeted the arrivals with a cheer and hastened forward to escort them within. 
The fair prize, blushing and distraught, was hurried into the long dining room, at 
one end of which was the table soon to be spread with dainties of which the pursuing 
bridegroom must pay the reckoning ere he redeem his lady. Here musicians were in 

"A reel! a reel!" cried Shaw, as soon as the boisterous company entered. 
"There is no time to spare for consideration. And fair Mistress Prudence Satterlee, 
I crave the honor of your hand in the dance," and he bowed low before the slender, 
graceful, shimmering figure. There was a moment's pause as though Mistress Satterlee 
thought of the possibilities of resistance, but then evidently determining to be gov- 
erned by the example and practice of the time — namely to endure until revolt bid 
fair to be successful — the stolen beauty returned the salute and joined the dance. 
The veil still fell over the graceful shoulders, something disordered it is true, but the 
face beneath it was neither pale with fright, nor the light feet helpless with fatigue, 
as the set was formed amid laughter and much lighthearted mockery of those gallants 
who must needs play the ladies' parts. 

"Tie thy ribbon with a more ladylike air, Hallowell," called out one, " that it 
indicate better thy position! " 

" Suit thy steps to a more mincing measure, Andrew," admonished Cuthbert, 
" And thou take a stride like that thou wilt quarrel with thy partner for the greater 
part of the floor." 

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In two wavering lines the picturesque figures stood up and down the somewhat 
somberly furnished room, and the reel began. Even the reckless Cuthbert was sur- 
prised by the vigor of his ladvs dancing. He looked down in wonder at the white- 
gloved hand that held his in so firm a grasp as the partners ran laughing down the 
middle. The sun was setting and the room was filled with the rosy light. Here and 
there were the gay colors of slashed sleeves, of a flaunting ribbon, or a bit of carefully 
adjusted lace or a shining buckle. Powdered hair emphasized the brightness of the 
dark eyes, while the dress of the period showed to advantage the athletic grace of the 
revellers, as one or another took a step forward or threw back a silk lined cloak, while 
in and out flitted the bride in the floating, gleaming white which caught and held the 
waning brightness, while the fiddlers played their best. It was a reel after the hearts 
of youth. 

Suddenly there came a pause ; the bride with Cuthbert stood at the lower end of 
the rooin whence the windows looked up the road. 

'•See!" exclaimed Shaw, -'hither come thy rescuers. Mistress Prudence." A 
dozen people were riding rapidly towards the "Salutation." In the midst of them 
was the heavy state coach of the worshipful Mr. Satterlee. " Come then ! " cried the 
bride, in a voice which challenged the music of the reel, " let us haste and finish the 
measure ere they arrive !" and catching up the bridal gown somewhat higher than 
was demanded by the decorum of the reel, with a light leap the queen of the revel 
sprang into the middle of the solid wooden table, re\ ealing in so doing a pair of boots 
of decidedlv unfeminine proportions. The company stood amazed. The fiddlers 
paused, their bows in mid air, and then drew them across their strings in a few 
^vandering, uncertain, soon silenced notes. To the mirth, music and merriinent, suc- 
ceeded a minute of utter stillness, as if the wand of a magician had cast a sudden spell, 
while all eyes were rivetted upon the white figure above them on the oaken table. 

" Ho, gentlemen," called out the laughing tones of Steven Howell, as he tore the 
cumbering veil from his sunny head. "Will none of you come up here and dance 
with me.' Or at least has not the most stalwart of you courtesy enough to bring me 
down, that I stand not alone upon my wedding day? " and his laugh rang through the 
raftered room. 

" I thought he came marvellous quietly," murmered Cuthbert's friend, as though 
to himself. The revellers caught their breath ; they knew not whether to smile or 
frown. Possibly their anger might have flamed more quicklj- had not the western 
radiance touched the boyish curls which would not have disgraced the head of Mistiess 
Satterlee herself. 

" I had not to tie my ribbon with a more ladylike air, Mr. Hallowell," mimicked 
Steven, " that they might know my place in the dance. Cuthbert Shaw would know 
me in a thousand for Mistress Prudence by the ' turn of my rose-leaf cheek ' — he 
whispered it but now in my ear! " If it were the object of the daring boy to bring 
on an attack, he went near to succeeding, for the hot-tempered Shaw sprang forward 
to punish such arrant impertinence, when there came so loud a knocking at the tavern 
door that it commanded attention, and Cuthbert pausea until it was flung open and 
the wedding guests streamed in. Henry Payton flushed and happv led the way. 
Vainly the cheated company tried to hide their discomfiture ; it was too recent. 

" Come down, Steven ! " cried Payton, " the knot is tied, and a fair lady waits 
that you may wish her happiness, and to thank you for sparing her the annoyance 
these braves had planned for her, — oh, say no more worshipful sirs, I resent no 
injuries on my wedding day — the less that this boy here hath rendered them 
abortive — " 

"They gave me no excuse for aught but raillery," said Steven with such ruthful- 
ness that Henry Payton laughed immoderately. 

"Thou wert somewhat strained in thy performance, wert thou not, my knight," 
he said, "Stay here," he went on to the others, "stay here and feast to your heart's 
content and at my instance, but as for your prize he shall with us." 

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Laughing and stumbling on tlie liem of his gown, which while masquerading he 
had worn with a certain grace, but in which he was now blushing and awkward, 
Steven was led to the coach where by Mistress Payton's side sat pretty Mistress 

■■ That I did not shout loud enough, when I might have saved thee, fair lady," 
she cried, in a clear silvery voice which reached within the door where stood Cuthbert 
Shaw singularly at a loss for words. " in which I am doubtless blameworthy, is but 
the more reason that 1 am glad to welcome thee back, Master Howell. In truth t'was 
a dastardly enterprise, that of the West Parlor! " and her light laugh floated to Shaw's 
ears, as he slowly went back to the tavern dining room. 

"That is another I owe thee. Mistress Carroll," he muttered as he threw himself 
down in the window seat and watched the departure of the wedding guests, " thou 
hast tlouted me before." 

Back to the Satterlee mansion lumbered the heavy coach. 

"But it is not I nor yet Mistress Hope — though she did most marvellously dis- 
semble — that hath done thee this good turn," affirmed Steven anxiously. " It is all 
the wise invention of one better known to thee. Mistress Payton. than am I — of 
Ephraim Cole." 

' Ephraim Cole," replied Mistress Prudence quickly. The color in her cheeks 
deepened and she sat quietly while her husband spoke. 

" Of Ephraim Cole," he exclaimed in his turn. " And he but little more than a 
boy He hath wisdom beyond his )-ears, and skill in its execution," and he laughed 
as he recalled the startled company. " Twas a good trick and well played. We 
inust thank him Prudence. Tell him. Steven, that the fairest bride in all the world 
will come with her favored and most grateful lover and husband to give him 

Steven nodded. " Yet he gave me not a chance to try a fall with yonder gallant 
after all," he murmered. 

The coach stopped and the bridegrooin handed out the ladies. 

' Steven," said Prudence in a low tone, as she detained him a moment, "say to 
Ephraim Cole, that JNIistress Prudence Satterlee — Payton" — she corrected herself 
with blushing dignity, " his old neighbor and his most warm friend, doth grieve that 
he came not to her wedding and doth thank him with a full heart for what he hath 
done for her happiness." 

Annik Ei.iot Trumbull. 

tlbe ©l& Cemetery 

\'isiTORS to our ancient town not unfrequently return from their wanderings with 
manv inquiries about the old cemetery they have discovered on the east side of 
the main street, a short distance south of the church. Hereafter let all such per- 
sons procure a copv of the present number of The Farmington Magazine and 
find their most usual questions answered. 

The ground was set apart for burial purposes at three separate times. The 
central portion was in use in February, 1665. or twenty-five years after the 

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settlement of the town, and how much earlier is unknown. A path led to it from 

the highway through land added by the town in 1692 by purchase from Joseph 

Barnes. The eastern half acre in the rear 

sold to the Ecclesiastical Society in 1797, by 

Corral Case. Here for two centuries our 

fathers buried their dead, borne hither on the 

village bier, the bell tolling a solemn knell as 

the bearers ascended the narrow path and left 

their loved ones where now 

"Their name, their years, spelt by the unlettered muse, 

The place of fame and elegy supply, 
And many a holy text around she strews. 

That teach the rustic moralist to die! " 

In Memory of j 

Who harsS'^U 
BeyounJ ^f?e reach oJ\ 

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These frail memorials changed with the 
varying fashion of the day from the rough 
stone bearing only the initial letters of the 
names of the dead to that peculiar form we 
find in every old cemetery, the inscription 
decorated by precisely the same side border 
and surmounted by the same strangely 
sculptured cherub. This variety 
seems to have had a common 
origin to which much research 
has not revealed the clue. The 
hour-glass and scythe, cross- 
bones, grinning skulls and other 
ghastly symbols of death you 
will not find here, but instead 
the hopeful though grotesque 
emblems of a life beyond the 
grave. A favorite form of 
decoration was that of a 
coffin from which the spirit 
rises as a flame. The frailty 
of life was symbolized by a 
leaf or a feather. 

There have been no 
interments in the cemetery 
for many years, and it pre- 
sents much the same appearance that it did fifty years ago. Former residents 
in our village who return to visit the scenes of their childhood will miss most of 
all the old gateway of Egyptian architecture, modeled after that of the Grove 
street cemetery in New Haven, substituting, however, for the winged globe, 
emblem of divinity, the words MEMENTO MORI. Monuments are erected 
to the memory of four of the pastors of the church, to Rev. Samuel Hooker the 
second pastor, Rev. Samuel Whitman the third. Rev. Timothy Pitkin the 




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fourth, and Rev. Joseph Washburn the sixth, who was buried at sea. The oldest 
stone having a date stands on the north side of the ground close to the fence, 
and bears the inscription 

S S : B 
No 8 
The next oldest reads 

Next after which comes 

From this last inscription we learn that Stephen Hart, son of Deacon 
Stephen, aged 55, deceased on the 18th day of September, 1689. Also a stone 

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informs us that Stephen Hart, son of the last named Stephen, died in 1783, 
aged 72. On the north side of the path, not far from the entrance to the 
cemetery, a stone is erected "In memory of Mr Matthias Learning Who bars 
gott Beyound the reach of Parcecusion. The life of man is Vanity." He was 
one of the unfortunate men who, in the Revolutionary war did not fight on the 
winning side. 

Near the street, and consequently on the west side of the ground, a stone 
marks the last resting place of Shem, the son of Noah. Not to claim too great 
antiquity for our ancient burial ground, it is proper to state that Shem was a 
negro, and tradition, whether as a witticism or a sneer, tells us that our colored 
brethren were here interred, so that on the Resurrection day, when all the dead 
arose and faced the east, they would remain in the rear of the great congrega- 
tion. This must take rank vvitli the remark made me by a learned divine, in 
the spirit of the author of Hudibras, th;it our forefathers in pure contrariness 
buried their dead in this ancient ground in a direction opposed to the ritual of 
their ancestors. On the contrary, in probably every old cemetery in New 
England, they invariably placed the headstone facing the highway, that its 
inscription might be read by the passing traveller, and the footstone directly 
behind it, caring little whether the rising or the setting sun shone on the 
memorial of the dead; for they believed in their simple faith, that through the 
almighty power of God "the hour is coming, in the which all that are in the 
graves shall hear his voice, and shall come forth ; they that have done good unto 
the resurrection of life; and they that have done evil, unto the resurrection of 

Julius Gay. 

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Zbc 3farmfn0ton jferns 

Among the earliest creations of vegetable life were the ferns. It is a well- 
known fact that most of the coal we burn in our stoves is formed from the 
large tree ferns that flourished in early times. The great flying-dragon, who 
was the common ancestor of the snakes and birds, flew and waded around in 
the great forests of ferns. It seems as though the Lord did not arrive at His 
complete creations without many incomplete attempts. All of the ferns are with- 
out flowers ; and also the horsetails or scouring rush family, of which only a 
few have survived, produce their seed in a primitive way. There is reason to 
believe there were few flowers on the earth until the Lord gave man a soul. 
And then the roses bloomed, the lily was created and the wild flowers began 
to grow. 

There are from thirty-five to forty different species of ferns in Farmington. 
It used to be considered one of the abstruse parts of botany to understand the 
ferns. But so many helpful new books have appeared, it is becoming quite 
simple to recognize and classify them. The old botanies begin to look like 
ingenious arrangements to keep us from nature, like the systems of religions, 
which so often obscured the nearness of God. 

What a summer outing to collect the forty ferns of Farmington. The first 
day we might collect twenty-five varieties. Then it would become difficult to 
add new specimens, and finally there would be left only the Pellea Atropurpurca 
or cliff brake. Underneath the great Rock of the Pinnacle is a kind of cave 
where the sandstone has dropped out, and left the great mass of trap rock 
overhead like a great roof. One almost expects to see a bear living there. 
In the roof of this cave, like the roof of a great mouth, are lodged little tufts 
of this fern. Then there is the chain fern which is not uncommon in Berlin, 
Connecticut, and undoubtedly grows in our swamps, but it has never been 
discovered in Farmington to my knowledge. 

Along the backs of the ferns are arranged the fruit dots, and the botanist 
looks at these knowingly as a horse jockey looks at the horse's teeth. Those 
with the round fruit dots belong to the great Aspiditim species of ferns {Asptdizan 
meaning a shield), and the other great division of ferns is the Aspleniiim and 
has a long fruit dot like a grain of wheat. 

The walking fern, the Camptosorus Rhyzophyllus is interesting; it sends 
out a long pointed end like a megatherium's nose that takes root and so con- 
tinues on its voyage, something like a strawberry plant. But when you see 
them on the high bank in Diamond Glen you may be disappointed for they 
will be all locked together like a lot of football players. Growing together with 
the walking fern you are almost sure to find the little Asplenium Trichomanes 
as though these two had made a vow never to separate, like Ruth and Naomi. 
A little higher up the rock will be a forelock of Polypodies. When the 
Lord prepares a fern garden, His gardeners are the ice and frost. They make 
long cracks, and then a little dirt and the garden is done. 

The Woodsia Obtusa and the Woodsia Ilvensis are interesting, the latter 
loaded with spores, making it look quite brown underneath the frond. In 

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"Cat-Hole," or the pass through the Hanging Hills of Meriden, there is a point 
where enormous big trap rocks have rolled down to the side of the road and 
they fairly bristle with the Woodsia Ilvensis. 

Which is the most beautiful of our native ferns it would be difficult to 
say. The Pteris Aquilina must be admired for its sturdy character, and the 
Osmundas standing tall and graceful with the fruitful fronds in the center. The 
delicate lacelike Dicksonia, the pretty Asplcnium Trichomanes, the Woodsia 
Ilvensis, the Maiden's Hair fern or Adiantum Pedatum, and the trailing, vine- 
like Lvgodiufn PalmatKtn. All these and many others with simple, childlike 
names, are so beautiful that I can hardly decide which is the finest. 

Perhaps the Dicksonia is the most feminine, and lovely. There is a curious 
little fern called the Ophioglussum Vulgatinn, that grows out in the pastures 
near Pilgrim's Path. It looks like a small plantain. It is true about the 
long Latin names that come with the ferns, they are very easily remembered. 
Just as we can spell difficult words better than easy words. R. B. B. 

a 'CClinter Xanftscape 

As THE sunshine and the rain fall upon the just and the unjust alike, so our 
New England landscapes smile impartially upon us all. Their countenances, 
unlike those of men, change not with our condition of life; the hills are as 
blue and the rivers as bright for the poor and the lowly as for the wealthy 
and influential. That we do not all benefit alike is true ; but the difference 
lies not with the landscapes but with our individual appreciation of them. 

To derive the full benefit from out-of-door scenes, we must understand in 
a measure at least, what they consist of; but before we can do this we must 
learn to see them. There is a vast difference in the ways in which different 
people see the same thing. Let us take a winter landscape for example. To 
the untrained eye there appears a vast field of snow, some leafless trees and a 
leaden sky perhaps ; all cheerless, cold and deserted. To the eye trained by 
intimate association with things out-of-doors, the scene presents much more than 
this. The snow, the trees and the sky are no longer mere masses of light and 
shade ; they are seen in detail and are found to be filled with the writings of 
nature, which those who love her and those only, are able to translate. 

Perhaps there is the track of some small animal across the snow ; a glance 
and the animal is known to have been a rabbit. Nay, more ; there is known 
by the position of those slight depressions, the mood of the creature at the time 
she made them. That rabbit was not running for pleasure or exercise, nor was 
she out in leisurely search of her dinner. The gaps between those foot-prints 
indicate speed — a speed born of terror — the speed of a wild thing fleeing for 
its life. Another glance and there is revealed a second t^ail, smaller and less 
distinct than the first ; and now it is known why the rabbit fled so fast across 
the snow — a white weasel, cunning, blood-thirst}-, and merciless was in pursuit. 
Then there comes to the mind a picture of the sequel of this story — a dead 

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rabbit and a gorged weasel — for it matters not that the rabbit was the fleeter 
of the two; the weasel is endowed with great perseverance and the staunchest 
cf rabbits gets tired at last. 

On one side of the field runs a wall perhaps, its stones held firmly in place 
by the strong gray arms of the poisoned ivy creeper, which grows between and 
around them, binding them together with living thongs. The snow which fell 
upon the topmost stones has been knocked off in places ; not by the wind 
though but by a red squirrel, and a careful look at a distant gate which opens 
into the next field, reveals the little nutcracker, seated with his back to one 
of the posts, engaged in his favorite occupation of eating. Just above him 
something is moving; that is the tip of his furry tail, blown by the wind. 

By the side of the wall there is a little mound — it is too nearly conical 
to be a stone. If the snow is kicked away it will prove to be made of loose 
earth and stones. It was thrown up last fall, by a pair of wood-chucks who 
were digging out a burrow beneath the wall, and now, almost beneath the 
observer's feet they lie so fast asleep that they will not awaken until the spring. 
.Then they will come out lean and hungry after their long fast. 

Amongst the blue-gray berries of the bay bushes on the other side of the 
field, one spot appears darker than the rest. This dark spot is a last year's 
bird's nest, and a closer observation shows that there is something unusual about 
\ it. It is filled up and roofed over with soft fibers and thistle down and inside 
\ a family of white-footed mice are curled up snug and warm. They are not so 
fast asleep as the woodchucks however, and if we touched the nest, out they 
would pop through a round hole in the side, and after pausing to look at us 
with their prominent black eyes, away they would leap over the ground, writing 
their autographs in the snow as they went. 

The belt of gray trees which we see against the sky is also full of life and 
interest. In one tree is seen a dark knot hole ; that is where the red squirrel 
lives. In the top of a big hollow trunk is a much larger opening ; a raccoon has 
his winter quarters there. A mass of light brown leaves and sticks in the upper 
branches of a chestnut is the home of a pair of gray squirrels, who sleep most of 
the time, and come out only on sunny days. 

Perhaps a very conspicuous black and white bird flashes past along the edge 
of the wood ; that is a red-headed wood-pecker, who is obliged to hunt his food 
on the decayed branches again, now that his favorite beechnuts are buried beneath 
the snow. Possibly a glimpse of blue in the heart of a cedar tree inay show 
where a jay is seeking shelter from the wind. The sky itself is not deserted, for 
across it flies an occasional flock of goldfinches in winter garb, and away in the 
distance, a stately hawk swings in wide circles above the sheeted fields. 

These things and hosts of others are parts of a landscape, just as much as the 
ground and the sky, and when they are once seen and understood, the simplest 
scene becomes filled with beauty, in storm and in sunshine, by day and by night, 
in summer and winter alike. 

Ernest Harold Baynks. 

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Booft 1Rote0 

There appeared in Lippincott's Magazine for April a story by Charles G. D. 
Roberts, The Heart of the Ancient Wood, which has since been published in 
book form. If it has not attained great popularity, it deserves it. Whether one 
is familiar with forest trees and the characteristics of forest animal life or not, the 
appreciative reader of the book will be fascinated with the human, the intensely 
dramatic lives of the animals, and the inevitable tragedy ot their endings, as 
well as the subtle charm of the woods. 

Regarding the animals — the grim sickening principle of kill to live is not 
too much dwelt upon. It is there, of course, and cannot be avoided. But the 
reader is not depressed by it because the beauties of the scene are so dominating. 
After all, one may find a certain comfort in the escape these animals have from 
helpless, feeble old age. If that condition prevailed, the other would be thought 
most desirable and merciful. As it is, only human life is blessed with this 

The story is one of a fine, vigorous young woman who, deserted by her hus- 
band, in order to escape the evil tongues of the "settlement," takes their girl 
child to a log cabin in the wilderness. There she shelters their clearing by a 
fence, ploughs the ground, splits the wood and makes a home of simple charm, 
rearing the child with all the knowledge at her command. The girl comes early 
to love and know the animals about her, and gains their confidence and affection. 
In the case of a mother bear, it is even a genuine and jealous affection. Nothing 
seems improbable that the girl or the animals do. One feels the great and ex- 
quisite beauty of the forest, even through all the rigors of winter. 

The book produces that strange contradictory effect of a work that is strongly 
personal, yet without the least appearance of the personality of the author. 
(Silver, Burdett d Co.) C. F. 

" The Cardinal' s Snuff Box,'''' by Henry Harland, is an extraordinary story 
to be written by an Englishman. Sunny, fanciful, touching now and then 
upon deep philosophical questions in a half playful way, it is never for a moment 
wearisome. It is full of reserve force that suggests a "sense of proportion" very 
French. It reminds one, indeed, of De Musset's pretty comedies, or a fresh, 
breezy sketch of a charming landscape, which sets one breathing well and is 
pleasant to think of for a long while. 

The scene is laid in Italy, and although there are occasional references to 
landscape "effects" they are never wearisome, as I find Mrs. Ward's to be, — 
those sunsets which are guaranteed in each chapter and are about as convincing 
as the work of those old painters who turn their "atmosphere" from a bottle. 
Nothing could be more delightful and satisfactory than the English Duchessa's 
"Don't go" at the end. C. F. 

The following books have been added to the library during the past two months : 
Life of William Morris, 2 vols, J. W. Mackail. Alice of Old Vincennes, Maurice 
Thompson. The Sky Pilot, Ralph Connor. A complete set of Shakespeare, Rolfe's 

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edition. Eleanor, Mrs. Humphrey Ward. Tommy and Grizel, Barrie. The Grim 
House, Mrs. Molesworth. The Lane That Had No Turning, Gilbert Parker. Wilder- 
ness Ways, William J. Long. Familiar Trees and Their Leaves, Matthews. The 
Yangtse Valley and Beyond, 2 vols., Mrs. Bishop. Life and Letters of Ben- 
jamin Jowett, 2 vols., Campbell. Weir of Hermiston, R. L. Stevenson. The 
Wrecker, R. L. Stevenson. The Ebb Tide, R. L. Stevenson. Pierre and His 
People, Gilbert Parker. A Popular History of the United States, 4 vols., W. C. 
Bryant. Louisa of Prussia, L. Mulbach. The Hill of Pains, Gilbert Parker. 
The Black Douglas, S. R. Crockett. A Galloway Herd, S. R. Crockett. Squirrels 
and Other Fur-Bearers, J. Burrows. Early Connecticut Houses, Isham and Brown. 
The Heart's Highway, M. E. Wilkins. 

IDUlaoc IRotes 

Ddlage Umprouement Societies 

In 1818 in Farmington, George and Horace Cowles and Samuel Richards 
were appointed as a Village Improvement Society Committee. In December they 
suggested that a sidewalk be made, starting at Governor Treadwell's house (later 
known as the Norton House and now owned by D. N. Barney), rounding t^vo 
corners to reach the main street, the length of which it should traverse to Ezekie! 
Cowles' house. 

A petition was at once circulated asking for contributions of money, teams 
and labor, and the sevnety-six signers pledged themselves to one or more of the 
demands. A few of the many autographs read this way: "Leonard Winship 
2 doll' in work between his house and Mr. Camp's store ; Geo. Treadwell, man 
and team one day ; Eli Tod the whole extent fronting his house and lot ; Aug. 
Bodwell $2 in assisting to make a block across the rode from Mr. Camp's store." 

Thus we see crosswalks were provided for and all work was to be completed 
before December, 1819. This reserving and making passable a part of the road 
for those who went afoot must have increased sociability in the community, 
encouraged attendance at church, and better preserved the health of the girls, as 
the belles of those days wore very thin soled shoes. 

Among the signers were 14 Cowleses, 2 Hookers, 3 Wadsworths, 3 Harts, 
4 Porters, 3 Roots, 2 Whitmans, 3 Lewises, 2 Demings, Governor Treadwell, 
Samuel Dickinson, Erastus Gay, Doctor Swift, and Deacon Bull, nearly all names 
of prominence in the village to-day. Mrs. Anna Smith was the one woman who 
signed and John Fairchild was the one man who paid his money down, and 
received a large cross at each end of his name to preserve him from future 

All the words of the petition were not spelled as we would spell them to-day, 
but the walk was none the less good for all that, and was the beginning on which 
the various societies have improved. 

A gap of fifty-four years in the records brings us to 1873, when was formed the 
society now existing. But from verbal testimony we know that one formed and 
faded out between the years 1860 and 1870, called the Sidewalk and Shade Tree 
Society. The time of contributing personal labor had not passed by and most of 
the householders turned out on one of the two appointed days to repair their strips 
of walk, which we hope had received some intermediate attention. 

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There must have been a pressing need of this recurring organization, as the 
burdocks had grown to bushes three and four feet high and completely filled the 
ditch which separated walk and street, from the Vorce estate to Gay's store. There 
were banks to be levelled in order to bring the various frontings to one grade and 
for a few years people worked hard and accomplished much. 

The present society began in the same way, each resident caring for his own 
front and piece of roadside, which later on were kept trim from tlie general fund. 
In 1874 a new feature was added, a lantern brigade, not for parade, but for home 
duty. Each light was cared for by its owner and hung on door or gate post. If 
these had been left to light the general public we might yet be vying with one 
another in the brightness of the lanterns displayed, but they were inconsiderately 
removed for private use so frequently that the present lamps were gradually sub- 
stituted, and these may yet be succeeded by more modern lights. 

The expense up to the nineties was between four and five hundred dollars a year, 
and to raise this two suppers, a fair, and a play by local talent were given. Our 
town mothers made exertions unknown to-day, to make those suppers a success, for 
it meant clearing the lower room in the chapel, which served as a town hall until 
the present building was completed, in May, 1890, of several cords of woods, stacks 
of benches, cleaning up the dirt from the furnace, which was not concealed, gathering 
chairs and tables from far and near, bringing every article for kitchen use from 
private houses, unearthing two kitchen ranges from the cellar of the Methodist 
Church, and the building on of a kitchen of planks to perform their marvels of 
cooker)- in. Think not only of the gathering together, but the redistribution of all 
these necessities ! 

To Rev. James Merriam and his wife we were indebted for the suggestion of 
the lanterns in 1874, and to Miss Sarah Porter was largely due the interest which 
ripened into the forming of the present society. 

One lovely June day in 1871 Miss Porter invited the village to the riverbank to 
make merry. Her school girls came, and after games and boating, sat down to one 
long table for an out-of-door feast, and then Mr. John Hooker spoke to them. The 
next year the same village festival was given in Hooker's Grove with the same 
object, to draw people together, and under nature's broadening influence to help 
them realize more fully their brotherhood and community of interests. Happiest of 
all there must have been she who so much desired to promote the public welfare. 

Of the present society since 1890 it is hardly necessary to write, so familiar to 
all are its doings, M. D. B. 

The oyster supper and fair of December 5th yielded nearly ^'20Q, from which 
some bills have yet to be deducted. The Goose dispensed its 400 golden eggs 
with great animation and the Grab Bag corner was the center of attraction as 
long as the eggs lasted. 

about Clubs 

There is high authority for asserting that the Club as an institution, whether 
of a political, religious, industrial or purely social character, is found in the 
records of all nations, even those of the remotest antiquity. According to 
Addison, in one of his most delightful Spectator essays, such associations seem 
to be "a natural and necessary offshoot of men's gregarious and social nature." 
In order to give an air of learning to this present writing, and so induce the 
amiable reader to give the writer the benefit of a doubt, in case his veracity is 
questioned, it may be remarked, casually, that Aristotle testifies to the preva- 

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lence of clubs and clubable men in the Greece of his day, and to their custom 
of meeting together " for the sake of one another's company, and to offer 
sacrifices, paying honors to the gods, and at the same time taking pleasure and 
relaxation among themselves." 

We are assured by our highly esteemed octogenarian townsman, whose 
identity is so easily guessed that further designation would be superfluous, that 
at no time during the last three generations — " guoriim,'" he says, '^' magna 
pars fut" — has Farmington failed to bear witness to men's gregarious and 
social nature, in the way of clubs of various orders of excellence and of various 
degrees of longevity. 

It must be understood that "men's," in this connection, is to be taken 
generically, and hence includes women and girls. It is then the nature of girls, 
old and j'oung — a fact so universally understood, however, as to make it absurdly 
common place to repeat it — it is their nature, we say, to get together for the 
promotion of objects of a more serious and exalted character than those which 
commonly actuate mere men and boys when they set about " pooling their interests," 
or syndicating their assets of one kind or another. Associations of women are, 
therefore, connected more generally than men's, with the Church, in works of piety 
and benevolence, " offering sacrifices and paying honors to the gods," and 
"taking pleasure and relaxation among themselves" in the music (soprano) of 
lively, sustained conversation, whereas in men's clubs conversation is a lost art. 
There may be libations in plenty to the gods of one kind or another, but there 
is no conversation — only talk is heard, and whether there is music in it depends 
upon conditions too various to be elucidated here. As Captain Jack Bunsby 
remarked, " the bearings of these observations lays in the application on 'em." 

Two winters ago an ingenious gentleman, then almost new to the town, 
accosted the writer, who, like himself, was waiting at the postoffice for the 
distribution of the morning's mail ; he observed that the days were getting 
shorter and shorter, and then inquired how men of social and at the same time 
of an inquiring turn of mind managed to get through the long winter evenings 
in Farmington. On the spur of the moment, the only answer which came to 
mind was, that possibly such men spent a good deal of time in poking the 
fire, or running down cellar to regulate the furnace, and mean whiles they 
might engage the attention of the family circle by administering modicums of 
grumbling about one thing or another. A suggestion that the fire, like a watched 
pot, had better be left alone, and that the grumblers might better get together 
by themselves and talk about something pleasant, was accepted as an inspiration, 
and the Get-together Club became a fact of pleasing promise. It never had a 
local habitation and hardly a name, being called, for short. The Club. Con- 
stitution, by-laws, ritual, dues, fines, or indeed officers of any sort, it had none — 
a looseness of organization which may be accounted for, though we hazard the 
suggestion with diffidence — by the fact that its membership was confined to the 
male sex which notoriously falls short in the genius for elaborate organization said 
to characterize all Women's Clubs. 

For two winters and late into the spring of each year, the Club throve, yet 
it needs now to be confessed, with some shamefacedness on the part of the men, 

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that this success was not slightly due to the persistency of the ladies, who 
happily outnumber the men three to one in this bailiwick, in ignoring or pooh- 
poohing the hints guardedly thrown out, at first, as to certain rights of men 
to be let alone which even woman might reasonably concede. This was not, 
however, the first time in history that one or more of the so-called Rights of 
Man has turned out to have been little more than an individual whim or 
caprice, which, although causing the judicious to grieve, while humoring it, never 
enlisted their interest, much less their advocacy. Fortunately, the ladies got in 
and were made welcome. To the main topic of the weekly paper, and to the 
discussion which followed it — ranging all the way from such themes as Darwin's 
hypothesis down to the problem of chances whether a particular marked hen's 
egg will hatch out a pullet or a rooster, the women brought their sympathetic 
interest, their applause, or their word of acute criticism. 

There is said to be in Boston an association called the Hobby Club, ex- 
clusively composed of persons having hobbies, which they are expected to trot 
out on suitable occasions for the admiration and entertainment of the members 
and their guests. The archreologist, the amateur astronomer, the collector of coins 
or stamps, or keramics, and other fadists of that sort have equal chances of 
showing off their things and what they know about them, which, naturally 
enough, is more than most people know. There is hardly any one talent, or store 
of knowledge, or means of entertainment of which some one person in the community 
has not a superior portion. The scheme of the Get-together Club was to ask that 
person of the "superior portion to distribute of his superabundance, whereby he 
himself could not be impoverished, and the receiver would be made rich. 

To come to the point at last : the club has gladly consented to consolidate 
with the Toung Men^s Union, taking a new name, and opening vv'ide the doors 
of the pleasant rooms of the Ladies Benevolent Society (kindly placed at its 
service) each Friday evening, for the encouragement of good feeling, the diffusion 
of knowledge, in other words, "offering honors to the gods," i. e. to our highest 
ideals, and at the same time, as they did at Athens, "taking pleasure and relax- 
ation among ourselves." Aliquis. 

Ube (Bbost 

In the early part of the century which has just closed, much Farmington 
capital %vas invested in commercial enterprises. The ships were wont to touch 
first at the islands of the South Pacific and taking on board a cargo of seal 
skins, to sail thence to Canton and Calcutta, where the furs were exchanged for 
teas, silks, nankeens, and for chinaware marked in gold with the names of 
families who could afford such luxuries. One of their captains was Ebenezer 
Mix, commonly known as Captain Eb. He was a son of " Squire Mix," one 
of the old time worthies of the town, whose house still stands close to the 
old burying ground on the south, a position peculiarly favorable for ghostly 
adventures. It was a time when all men believed, not only that the dead lived 
in a future state, but that they could return in ghostly forms to the place of 
their sepulture as a warning to the living. 

.Sailors are wont to be superstitious. Their lonely lives on the mighty ocean 
fosters the feeling. A ghost had been seen several times in the old burying 
ground, and Captain Eb was not surprised, when, looking from his chamber 
window one dark night, he saw a tall form clothed all in white and having 
two great white wings which it waved at intervals in a ghostly fashion. Captain 
Eb. shouted to the apparition to be gone, but it moved not. He then proceeded 
to exorcise it with all the rich variety of expletives which sailors are wont to 
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was the only reply. As a last resort Captain Eb seized an old queen's arms, 
well loaded, which had seen service in Revolutionary days, and taking deliberate 
aim at the ghost, blazed away. When the smoke disappeared the ghost was 
no longer to be seen. The next morning, when the sun lighted up the scene 
of the midnight encounter, there appeared one of the tall white slabs which were 
just beginning to take the place of the old red gravestones, and at its foot lay 
the remains of Deacon Elijah Porter's old white goose. J. G. 

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We have been told, I believe, by competent authorities that with January we 
begin the Twentieth Century. When we think of the prophesies made many years 
ago concerning this wonderful century, and see the way in which anticipations 
have been more than realized, our imagination cannot grasp the possibilities 
before us. 

Changes are coming even to Farmington, as indeed they ought. Some things 
we would not alter, but every change that brings with it an awakened loyalty, a 
new sense of the duty one owes to one's home, must be welcomed, even though 
responsibilities multiply because of it. Some months ago we received a letter 
anent possible improvements in this village from one who guards zealously every 
tradition, yet would willingl)' see new beauties. 

" Civilization costs more than barbarism. If we should return to the time 
when the wild red man ran through Farmington, clad only in his tomahawk, 
when taxes were absolutely nothing, it would be cheap, but should we really like 
that simple life and costume? Should we not look at our village as though she 
were an individual only a little finer and greater than any other individual.' 

"There was a time when Farmington went barefoot and when she was clad in 
homespun, it was the best of that time, but with the Twentieth Century Farm- 
ington demands a longer dress, with a fringe of asphalt about her robe, and all 
those things that other girls of her age have. 

"It is not consistent with the dignit)^ of a town that God has made especially 
beautiful to be clothed in rags. The town of the Porters, of Edward Norton, of 
many other honored ones, is well worthy not only of the most beautiful dress, 
but of the best means of education, a fountain, a statue, a fine library." 

God Bless thee, little Infant Year, 
Perhaps, for none are told ; 

Perhaps thou art the Infant Year, 
That starts the age of gold. 

Perhaps upon thy varied scroll, 
There'll be no trace of wars, 

And as the century begins 

The earth may heal her scars. 

Those little chubby hands of thine, 
What mighty things may hold, 

God Bless thee, little Infant Year, 
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Vol. I. FEBRUARY. 1901 No. 4 

^0 a Corn ]flovoer 

T ONESOME little star of blue 

■'-' gazing through 

From the tangled weeds and grass 

as 1 pass, 
Noble must have been thy race, 
Thou art pure and fair of face, 
Though thy field is dusty, sear, 
and commonplace. 

Do not tremble at the rushes 

rustling near; 
Tho' the nettle crowds and crushes 

do not fear. 
Weeds and rushes can not hide thee. 
Nor the lusty nettles chide thee; 
Thou a cherished child of nature, 
And thou bringest hope and cheer. 

M. U. 

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*Clnque3 — Ube Muck prince 

Sixty years ago a band of African savages led by their warrior chieftains 
and in defiance of opposition on the part of many townspeople, invaded our 
peaceful village and in a way took possession of the place. To very many of the 
present generation the foregoing statement may seem altogether incredible, but 
it is nothing more than history slightly "embroidered"" for dramatic effect. 

In 1841 the case of the "Amistad Captives" was of international importance, 
and never has Farmington been so truly the center of public attention, as when 
these distinguished foreigners were among her summer visitors. 

Their story is quite as romantic as those that are served up in the modern 
novel, and I am permitted briefly to recount it here for I can clearly remember, 
as clearly that is as a child may who was barely three years old at the time — 
how this same Black Prince used to toss me up and seat me upon his broad 
shoulder while he executed a barbaric dance on the lawn for my entertainment. 
There are those, however, living in Farmington, whose personal recollections of 
Cinquez* and his following are clearer than mine, so I hasten to cite the story 
from authorities. 

In the year 1889 sailing masters on the high seas were still on the lookout 
for suspicious craft, and deemed it prudent to give a wide berth to " long, low, 
black schooners with raking masts," beloved in the story books of venturesome 
boys and very justlv the terror of honest merchantmen. When, therefore, such a 
schooner was sighted on an August morning of the year in question, boxing about 
off Montauk Point, all well disposed coasters and fisher folk fled to the nearest 
ports for safet)', and the government was notified by mail, the telephone being 
out of order, that a sure enough pirate was ravaging the eastern end of Long 

Steam was unknown to the revenue service ot that period, and several days 
passed before the swift sailing cutter "Washington," Lieutenant Gedney, over- 
hauled the supposed marauder and with her crew at quarters sent an armed boat 
to take possession. During these few days before the revenue cutter put in an 
appearance, the supposed pirate had sent \ ery formidable looking and nearly naked 
black men ashore to purchase supplies for which the\- paid in Spanish dubloons. 
and certain venturesome sailor men with confidence in the speed of their boats 
had drawn near enough to the suspected schooner to see that she was manned en- 
tirely by blacks, and apparently only wanted to be let alone. Her name was 
found to be the "Amistad." 

No serious resistance was offered to the revenue men, but one splendid speci- 
men of an African plunged overboard, struck out for the open sea, and was only 
rescued from death by drowning through the efforts of an entire boat's crew, who 
lassooed him and hauled him aboard after he was quite exhausted by his exer- 
tions. This was Cinquez, the Black Prince, and he afterward admitted that it 
was his intention never to be taken alive. 

*Also spelled "Cinque." It was popularly pronounced "Sinqu^" in New England. The 
Spanish terminal z is here adopted as most likely to be correct. 

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Below decks were found two white men, Spaniards, Montez and Ruis by 
name, and Antonio, a cabin boy. All hands were taken to New London and 
held for government action. Then it came out that the "Amistad" was a slaver, 
and that the thirty-four black men and three women found on board were the sur- 
vivors of a "cargo" run off from the west coast after the usual methods of traders. 
They must have been treated with somewhat more humanity than usual for less 
than a score of them died and were thrown overboard during the passage to Cuba, 
where Montez and Ruis bought the whole outfit and sailed at once for their plan- 
tations at Puerto Principe. 

But they had reckoned without consulting the Black Prince. His must indeed 
have been a high order of native intelligence, for although born, so to say, in an 
African jungle and having lived his thirty years or so in all essentials as a barba- 
rian, he was observant enough during the voyage to notice that the sun always 
rose astern and set ahead. Therefore, said this Prince to himself, as he lay chained 
and gasping for air between decks, "when I sail towards home I will steer toward 
the rising sun." 

The capture of the schooner before she reached her destination was more in 
the line of Cinquez' experience. None of the crew were ever heard from again, 
but Ruis and Montez had merely bought the black men as chattels in open market 
so these two were saved alive with the cabin-boy aforesaid, who was neither old 
enough nor big enough to have made enemies among the negroes. Cinquez notified 
his prisoners in unmistakable terms that the ship's course was east, but naturally 
enough while the unlettered African could lay a course by the sun the mystery 
of the mariner's compass, with its strange hieroglyphics, was too much for him, 
so the white men managed to keep her headed to the north and west between 
sunset and sunrise, and eventually she brought up as been related, off Montauk 
Point, and straightway the slavery and anti-slavery factions were set by the ears. 

The slave holders and their northern sympathizers supported the claim of the 
Spanish minister that the Africans were lawful property, while the anti-slavery 
faction held that since the trade in human creatures was illegitimate alike under 
Spanish and American law, the captives were well within their rights when they 
demonstrated their title to "life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness" on the 
high seas. This last mentioned view of the case was taken by the lower court, 
sustained by the district judges, and thence carried up to the United States Su- 
preme Court, where it was argued by the venerable John Quincy Adams of Boston 
and the Hon. Simeon E. Baldwin of New Haven. Mr. Adams devoutly wrote in 
his diary on the day when he decided to act as counsel in the case: "I implore 
the mercy of Almighty God to so control my temper, to enlighten my soul, and to 
give me utterance, that I may prove myself in every way equal to the task. 
Whether in answer to this petition or not, his speech occupied more than two 
days, and on March 9th, 1841, Justice Story delivered the opinion of the Court, 
affirming at last the freedom of the captives. 

During all the weary months since their capture the Africans had been kept 
in confinement at New Haven, where they were provided with more creature com- 
forts than they had ever known before. Mr. Lewis Tappan, of New York, a 

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noted philanthropist, and one of the founders of the American Missionary Associa- 
tion, was a leader in all steps taken for their benefit. He was well known to 
manv of the older generation in Farmington. and if I mistake not. often visited 
the town. During this stav in New Haven some of the students in the Yale Di- 
vinit)' School devoted much time to the instruction of the captives in the primary 
branches of an English education, so that when the edict of emancipation went 
forth, the brightest among them were able to read and write a bit, and all had 
been lifted a little toward the light of ci\-ilized Christianity . 

When it was decided to quarter them in Farmington. pending arrangements 
for their return to Africa, there was consternation among the timid souls in the 
quiet village. Stories of hereditary canibalism were plentifully circulated, and 
there were not wanting formal protests against forcing such a burden upon the 
communitv. But Mr. Tappan and his friends prevailed at last, and with but lit- 
tle delay the whole band of thirty-seven embarked on a canal boat.* and, singing 
the Christian h],-mns that they had learned, voyaged up the placid water way that 
then led from New Haven to Northampton. 

Barracks had been erected on land at the rear of the old Wadsworth House, 
now occupied by Mr. Dunning, and adjoining the cemetery, and here the late 
captives speedilv made themselves at home. These barracks were still standing 
when I last visited the place, though I am under the impression that they have 
been moved somewhat from their original position. 

Cinquez was a bom ruler, and. ably seconded by his lieutenant Grabbo. he 
maintained a \er\ creditable degree of discipline among his half savage followers. 
They were for the most part free to roam about except for regular school hours, 
and the townsfolk soon ceased to fear them. Anxious mammas at the first trem- 
bled and kept their tempting morsels of children behind bolted doors, but before 
long the belief in tales of canibalism died out. and it was no uncommon sight in 
those days to see the big grown-up biack children playing with little white tots 
in village door yards. 

The African visitors, or some of them at least, were often welcomed by mv 
father, the late John T. Norton, at his home, now the propertv of Mr. Newton 
Barney, and as I have already said I retain dim, childish memories of the strange, 
kindly black men. A broad flight of steps then led dowTi from the southern 
piazza of my father's house, and I distinctly remember seeing the athletic Cinquez 
turn a somersault from these steps and then go on do^vn the sloping lawn in a 
succession of hand springs heels over head, to the wonderment and admiration of 
my big brothers and myself. Again I recall a visit to the barracks, where I be- 
held the whole black company clad, as it seems to me. in dark brown or grav 
jeans. In my childish eyes they seemed a mighty host, and as such they will 
always remain in my memory, for probably I had never before seen so manv men 
together at any one time. 

I was a favorit*. too. with Grabbo. the second in command, who was allowed 

•It has since been le&med that the .\fricans probably came up irom Xew Haven in wagons 
that were sent for them. 

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sometimes to take me out for excursions in the neighborhood. I can even ri'mein- 
ber that my mother was very anxious at first about these expeditions, but e\e:m:- 
ally acquired entire confidence in these big sable pla}.Tnates of her little boy. 

The ex-captives were expert swimmers, and ver].- fond of bathing in the canal 
basins or in the mill pond until, unfortunately, poor Grabbo*. on a certain day, was 
taken wdth a cramp, and drowned, in spite of the efforts of his companions to 
rescue him. A messenger came at once for my father. We were sitting on the 
piazza in the cool of the evening; it was early dusk when we saw a dark figure 
striding up the path : taking no notice of the rest of us, he went str.iight to my 
father, and said in broken accents. "We — want — you — Grabbo he daid,"' and 
wnth that he turned about and sped away, the big tears chasing one another down 
his dark cheeks. 

Such are some of the dim memories that linger with me concerning this sin- 
gular episode of sixty years ago. It is with some difiidence that I venture into 
print with them, for after so long a time I may easily be at fault in details, and 
as I have already hinted, there are some, older even than I. whose recollections 
of the Black Prince and his people must be far more worthv of record. 

Eventually, through the efforts of charitable folk and the Missionary Societv, 
the thirty-six survivors were sent back to their native Africa with a generous 
equipment of funds and teachers, and in Januar^•, l&-i2. were established in a 
colony known as the Mendi Mission, near Sierra Leone. 

Charles LEnvARP Xortos. 


Zbc 'Caoo^pec^^er5 

What are you hanging up that piece of old bone for? I said, for the lady 
was fixing a bone in the branches of a bush. 

Come inside, said she. and you will see I In a few minutes a woodpecker 
came and examined the morsel. I thought it was the Downy Woodpecker, but 
closer examination showed it to be the Hairy Woodpecker. The Downy and 
Hairy Woodpeckers look much alike, but the latter is the larger of the two. 

Almost anyone is startled when he sees the great Pileated Woodpecker for the 
first time, his great size and scarlet crest make him verv noticeable. He is much 
commoner in northern New England than with us ; and it is only through the 
winter months we may see him, and the noise of his mighty hammering is like 
the hammer of Richard the Lion Hearted. In size he is as large as a pigeon, 
and so remarkable with black and scarlet you will be sure to notice him. So 
keep your eyes wide open. 

'Called Fooni in records. 

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The woodpeckers don't trouble themselves much about music. They go round 
and round the trees looking for worms, or as some say sap. A Mr. Bowles tried 
some experiments with the sapsuckers, by filling little holes with rum and water, 
and the sapsuckers drank the rum with avidity, and a Yellow Hammer (or 
Golden Winged Woodpecker) got into such a foolish state that he lay down on 
a limb with his wings hanging down on each side. Even a humming bird 
came and sipped of this rum and water, and became so hilarious that it pains 
one to describe it. 

Isn't it interesting to see a bird make the chips fly just for fun, or to build 
himself a house, but we must hasten not to do the woodpeckers too much ci-edit 
for it is probably a great pleasure for them to hammer the wood with their bills, 
as their heads are a kind of complete battering ram. But I think it affects their 
brains finally, for you can place corn in their nests and remove their eggs and 
they will go right on sitting just as though the corn were their own eggs. They 
are almost as stupid as hens. And then their heads are all more or less red, 
and they look very crazily out of their eyes, showing that hammering perpetually 
with the end of the bill is not good for the brain. There is a Spanish proverb 
which says, "dine with your aunt but not every day," and I am inclined to 
believe the Yellow Hammer never heard of this proverb, because almost any time 
you may see him hopping along on the ground picking up ants, indeed he is 
so eager after them he will stand near an ant hill and spear them by the dozen 
with his long bill. His very flesh smells of formic acid, and all the other birds 
look askance at him, as we do at a drunkard. 

The Yellow Hammer or Golden Winged Woodpecker (not to mention his 
twenty or more other names), walks on the ground a great deal for a woodpecker, 
and it is probably his love of insects that gives him this habit. The young 
Yellow Hammers make a great deal of noise which makes it easy to find their 
nests; and they will hiss at you when you look in the hole where they live. 
Perhaps they are making believe there is a snake there. But when one has been 
in a heronry of Green Herons there is nothing in the bird line that can startle 
one very much. You should know that the young Green Herons watch you 
climbing the tree in perfect silence, as the Americans awaited the British at Bunker 
Hill, and when you arrive just under the nest, the whole nest full of young 
herons lean over the nest side and are seasick all together all over the tree ; it is 
unexpected and bewildering and not at all nice as we say in England. But I 
am getting away from my woodpeckers. Their eggs are laid at the bottom of 
the hole they have dug, without any attempt at a nest. And after the young 
woodpeckers are hatched and flown, the hole is used by the blue birds, the wrens, 
or even by the great crested flycatchers. The screech owls are almost too large 
to use the woodpeckers' homes. And last of all the boy who reaches in his hand 
to take some woodpeckers eggs, suddenly finds his arm clasped by a black snake, 
and both come to ground in great disorder. 

The great State of Connecticut shows a real appreciation of the honor of 
having the birds visit her and stay with her. Many and stringent are the bird 
laws. There is something really beautiful when a powerful state like Connecticut 
covers the slightest creatures with its protecting wing ; when it welcomes with 
open arms these messengers of peace. These are the things to take more pride 
in than to be anxious to have some horrid instrument of destruction named Con- 
necticut. Perhaps the birds will all fly into Connecticut, as the game flies for 
protection into the Yellowstone Park. R. B. B. 

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The January number of The Fakmingtkn Magazine contained an article 
entitled "A Winter Landscape," and to those who read it I am sure that I need 
not explain that the landscape was seen throuf^h the eyes of a naturalist. For 
nearly twenty years it has been my business and pleasure to study and observe 
landscapes during every hour of the day and, I might almost add, night. Tlws 
constant study of changes and moods had led me to believe that I was somewhat 
observant — that I had learned to see many things unnoticed by the average ob- 
server. But "A Winter Landscape," seen through the eyes of a naturalist, is not 
only a revelation to me, but shows me how little we all see, and that what little does 
come under our observation is that which we are looking for, or expecting to 
find. It also shows me that we must be to some extent armed with a knowledge 
of a subject before we can see it in the true sense. For instance, during my 
many walks, I must have had many times within the range of my vision all the 
things described by the naturalist, but they were an unknown language to me and 
told no story. I have seen the imprint of the feet of a small animal in the snow, 
but what animal.'' It may have been one of a dozen. But the naturalist not only 
knows by what animal the crust of the snow was broken, but he also knows the 
condition of the little thing's mind at the time it flew across it. He knows who 
its pursuer was, and the object of the pursuit. Supposing the animal is a squirrel, 
the artistic mind is taken up with the color, the form, and the action. He sees 
only the things that his eyes have been trained to see — what he is looking for. 

While the artist searches for the general effect and impression the naturalist 
is hunting for detail. The artist is allowed full play of his imagination but the 
naturalist must obtain facts. The landscape to the artist means masses of color, 
form, light and shade. 

And it must be that the farmer traveling over his land sees that which has 
escaped both the artist and the naturalist. The mineralogist, too, must see another 
world in the same landscape. 

So each person sees only his side of nature — of the world — and is it not 
well, — for it makes each depend upon the other for that which we are unable 
to discover for ourselves. W. G. 

Bbauport. (Leaf from a Sketch-book) 

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XTbe Dalue ot Sftetcb :bSooI?s 

The sketch book should be to the artist what a note 
book is to an author. Well trained as the hand and 
mind may become, there are times 
when the memory needs aid, and the 
artist who cannot refer back to his 
notes must be at loss. The sketch 
made one, two, three — yes, ten or 
twenty years ago, may be just the 
bit of truth required in the picture 
produced to-day. 

Fragments of great paintings can 
often be traced back through years in 
the sketch book of the artist, showing 
that his production was one born of 
years of study. 

The art student can have no 

better practice and ground work for 

- his art than by sketching everything 

he has time to sketch. The constant 

companionship of a sketch book forms in the 
student the habit for drawing in a natural 
and direct way. Sketch books are usually 
free from mannerisms and other affectations 
so often found in the more serious work of 

The student who always carries his sketch 
book will, after a few years, have a wealth 
of material on which to found his future 
work. W. G. 

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Spropos of St. Valentine's Da? 

When Patience trod the village street, two hundred years ago, 
The country-side was fairer far than in these days I'm told. 
And all the bards and romancers would have us moderns know 
That "nowadays" can never be like to the days of old. 

The skies were then a deper blue, and whiter was the snow. 
When Patience trod the village street, two hundred years ago. 

When Patience trod the village street in that dim, bygone day. 

The gray-haired blacksmith left his forge, the scribe laid down his pen. 
And all peered out to see her pass a-tripping on her way — 

For bards are wont to sing that maids were far more comely then. 
And gallant swains bore flint-lock guns to fend them from the foe. 
When Patience trod the village street, two hundred years ago. 

Since Patience trod the village street, the artist. Father Time, 

Has not undone his handiwork — the picture is the same; 
Save that the gray majestic elms were then but in their prime — 
And nature sings each year new songs to put the bards to shame : 
Full half the valley's fairest charms were then unborn, I know, 
When Patience trod the village street, two hundred years ago. 

And where she trod, now tread the feet of groups of merry maids — 

To make the scribe throw down his pen and to the casement fly : 
A fig for bards and romancers (who sit behind drawn shades). 
If they will leave To-day for me, I'll give them Days Gone By. 
For Patience in a golfing cape is fairer far I know. 
Then when she trod the village street, two hundred years ago. 


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58ooh IRotee 

TiiKRK are two very different reasons why we enjoy our favorite books; it is 
hard to say which is the stronger. We enjoy reading of that which is familiar ; 
old scenes, types easily recognized, long known, delight us. Also we are fasci- 
nated when we are led into regions new and strange, introduced to an atmosphere 
and to manners totally different to those we meet every day. Never do we feel 
this last fascination more completely than when we read in the old idyllic litera- 
ture of the loves of nymphs and shepherds, the sylvan concerts on oaten pipes, 
and all the joy attendant on the golden age. 

An exquisite example of this kind of literature is the Amyntas of Tasso — 
the Italian poet made immortal not only by his own songs but in Goethe's 
pathetic drama. The Amyntas has just been done into English verse, very 
musical and sympathetic, by Frederick Whitmore, and privately printed by him 
at the Ridgewood Press in Springfield, Mass. The bookmaking is most satisfac- 
tory, and the poem has been charmingly illustrated by the translator's brother, 
making on the whole as dainty a bit of Arcadian literature as one could wish. 

Torquato Tasso lived in Italy during the last half of the sixteenth century 
at the time when affectation in art was the natural thing, and many other 
paradoxes were rife in the land. Realism was not dreamed of, only the impos- 
sible was food for the imagination. With some poets and painters this was so 
conscious an effort, a pose, that the results weary us now, but with men great 
as Tasso, as Sir Philip Sydney, as Coreggio, the results transport us to a land 
flowing with milk and honey, musical with the pipe, fragrant with amaryllis and 
narcissus. Nymphs gaze at their own loveliness in every pond, and mock at the 
satyrs or fond shepherds who chant their praises. 

Tasso's pastoral drama, the greatest of its day, sings the love of one Amyntas, 
a shepherd of rare virtue, for the nj'mph Sylvia, wondrous in beauty. The lilt 
of the songs, the charm of the scenery, haunt us, and we bless Tasso that he 
succeeded as he did in the poet's search for Arcadia. E. H. J. 

Venice, of all backgrounds for color and romance, is one of the richest. Yet 
The Golden Book of Venice by Mrs. Lawrence Turnbull, whether from a 
determination to avoid the "theatrical" at all cost, an insistent "good taste," 
or lack of the gift of developing a "situation" to its fullest artistic possibilities, 
the situations always leave one a little cold and dissatisfied that the writer's 
enthusiasm has not carried — unconsciously compelled her — to emphasize her book 
at certain points, where she almost touches the dramatic, but invariably fails. It 
is very well worth reading for its historical "essay" qualities. But one sincerely 
regrets the love story, the story of a lovable woman, whose religious fanaticism 
breaks any number of hearts, so that one grows to hate her in many parts of the 
book. ( Century Co.) C. F. 

A few of the books added to the library since the last issue of The Farm- 
ington Magazine : The Heart of the Ancient Wood, C. D. Roberts. Life of 
Abraham Lincoln, 2 vols., by John T. Morse, American Statesmen Series. The 
Private Memoirs of Madame Roland. The Golden Book of Venice. Napoleon 
III. at the Height of His Power, Imbert de Saint Amand. Quisanti, Anthony 
Hope. Literary Friends and Acquaintances, William Dean Howells. 

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a Xetter from Soutbern Spain 

The Faemington Magazine has received a letter which is sure to prove interesting to many 
of its readers. Though Spain is becoming more familiar to us every day, still there are charac- 
teristics which must always be surprising to Northerners, and then it is always a pleasure to 
go sight-seeing thro' the eyes of a friend. 

It would be presumptuous for the traveler in Southern Spain, who stops only 
at the more important towns and stays in none more than a few days, to write 
of the customs of the people. Still, there are peculiarities which at once strike 
one, made more prominent by the great contrasts which are presented. The hovel 
is crowded close to the palace, the people live in an atmosphere of the past, and 
the duties of the day are put off to the morrow. 

The superb relics of Moorish civilization, as instanced in the Alhambra and 
Alcazar, are brought out in greater distinctness by the shabby buildings which 
surround them, and the luxury which must have accompanied the palaces is in 
startling contrast to the squalor seen on every side. 

In the beautiful cathedral at Cordova, where priests intone the service and 
the voices of the choir boys float upward with the dreamy smoke of the incense, 
is seen the Mihrab, the Holy of Holies of the Moors who first worshipped here, 
and verses from the Koran in brilliant mosaic look down on the devout peasants 
saying their Ave Marias. 

The utter disregard of the value of time is everywhere most noticeable. The 
railway trains leave when they will, arrive when they will, and in the mean- 
time crawl along at a snail's pace. It is no infrequent thing to arrive at one's 
destination from two to three hours late. 

Always accompanying the train are two of the Guarde Civil, picked men 
and trustworthy, — in every essential feature up to date, but dressed in a costume 
of a century ago. Their queer cocked hats, their long-tailed coats faced with 
yellow and red and crossed in front with brond white straps give them an 
eighteenth century appearance. The rifle, revolver and sword these men carry. 
belie any antique appearance they may have, and serve to overawe any unscrupu- 
lous highwaymen who might wish to take undue liberties with the train. 

The view from the window of a railway carriage is interesting because of it.« 
novelty, the slowness of the pace being here a decided advantage. Mile after 
mile of olive trees and grapevines are passed, the green of the leaves contrasting 
beautifully with the lighter color of the growing grain. Here an old man is 
tending turkies, there a little girl is standing guard over a herd of pigs, while in 
the next field, perhaps, are many bulls doomed some day to meet their death in 
the bull ring. 

In the cities one misses the busy life of more northern towns. Men are 
everywhere sitting in the shade smoking the inevitable cigarette or lounging at 
the little tables of the cafes drinking coffee or wine. Women walk along fan in 
hand wearing black mantillas over their heads. Black is the prevailing shade of 
the women's dress. The absence of color in the costumes of the people surprises 
one who has believed that Spaniards, like other Southern people, are fond of gay 
and variegated costumes; and the sombre hues of the clothing seems reflected in 
tb« manners which lack the merry laugh and quick repartee. 

12 The Farmington Magazine 

The water sellers are one of the curious sights. They go along the streets 
crying "Agua, Agua," carrying their stock in trade in a goat's skin or cask 
strapped to their backs. Fat priests saunter leisurely along, their heads covered 
with curious shovel hats, large silver buckles on their shoes, their well fed persons 
adorned with a black sontane. Patient little donkies walk along under enormous 
loads, which often cover the donkey entirely, four little hoofs, and an honest 
face capped with huge ears giving the only hint of the whereabouts of the 
motive power. Everything seems strange, as if one had stepped backwards a 
hundred years. Suddenly an automobile comes rushing along the street making 
the crowds scatter, fat priests and patient donkey yielding place for the nonce 
to the latest creation direct from France. 

Where the dividing line between Spanish and British territory occurs at Gib- 
ralter, the difference between the decadent Spanish civilization and the more 
vigorous Anglo Saxon is most noticeable. 

The sentries of Spain and England pace to and fro on either side of the 
neutral ground — the Spaniard, small in stature, slouches along on guard, his 
attention divided between his duty and the cigarette he is puffing. On the other 
side is the British sentry, alert and business-like in his bearing, his well-knit figure 
showing off to advantage his scarlet coat. 

One pauses to look back, the contrasts continue to the end. 

W. Bradford Allen, 

IDUlage motes 

About seventy-five years ago, more or less, when the old church was refitted, 
the panel work which formed the box pews was removed, and by diligent use of 
axe and saw made into the division line of the horse sheds. A short time ago 
these sheds were pulled down. The panel work was then found to have been 
almost destroyed, for the horses following the lead of their superiors in intelli- 
gence had shown it no respect, but wherever they could reach had gnawed it in 
pieces. This fact suggested to me the desirability of a place where articles of 
historic or local interest might be carefully preserved. If trailing black-bordered 
robes adornments of fountains and statues are the "outward and visible signs" 
that Farmino-ton is as other girls are, may we not hope that she also has the 
"inward and spiritual grace" of reverence for her ancestors and a desire to pre- 
serve their good work. Henry Hall Mason. 

It is hoped, for the sake of the children attending the Center School, that 
the Village Improvement Society will not cease to take an active interest in the 
laying of asphalt walks until the walk is extended from the Main Street to the 
door of the school house, for in winter the condition of the approach is such that 
few children can reach the building dry shod, and there is no doubt but that this 
improvement would result in greater regularity of attendance during the months 
of snow, heavy rains, and mud. 

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The eye test in the Center School this year resulted as follows : Number of 
children tested, 132 ; notices sent parents, 15 ; per cent, of whole sent to parents, 
11.3%; per cent, last year (1899), 19.5%. 

In The Farmington Magazine for November, mention was made of the fact 
that half the expense of putting in order the New Britain road was to be paid 
by a citizen of Farmington. We are glad to learn that the town immediately 
voted the other half, and these improvements are to be begun early in the spring. 
One suggestion for a change of name has been received, that of Hillside Avenue. 

There has been a tendency in this country to change the "roads" and "lanes" 
to "avenues" and "boulevards," a tendency which it is to be hoped is dying 
out. London is rich in old names familiar to all lovers of Dickens and Thackeray. 
Should we enjoy Tottenham Avenue or Holburn Boulevard? 

Happily in New England old names are being renewed, and "Ocean Avenue" 
is again the "Harbor Road." If we long to preserve the characteristic in our 
architecture why not also history in the names of our streets. 

M. D. B. 

When Gov. Treadwell was writing his History of Farmington in 1802, which 
was never printed, and the manuscript of which was probably lost in a fire in 
Albany, Judge Mix furnished him with material from which I copy. 

"There are now only two foreigners in this town. They are from some of 

the English European dominions There have emigrated from this 

town into other states between August, 1783. and March, 1802, inclusive, 147 
families. Allowing five to a family will make the whole number 735, besides a 
number of young unmarried persons of both sexes not belonging to those families, 
which I believe may be fairly estimated at 40 more. This will make the total 
amount 775. These are principally gone into the states of New York and 

Anknt the old Whitman house, — it has had all sorts of occupants like 
most old houses whose history runs back to 1700. A naval officer writes of it as 
he remembers it sixty or seventy years ago. "When I was a boy, there was an 

old woman named living in it. The boys with the usual reverence of 

boys for age, used to call her 'Old Granny ,' and we faithfully- 
believed she was a witch. I remember the night she died. The ladies 
in the neighborhood were there, and my mother took me with her. I was 
left alone in the old kitchen, a single candle for light, a chip fire in the big 
fireplace and an iron tea kettle boiling over it. The steam kept the lid clattering, 
and I sat there in momentary expectation of something weird and uncanny making 
its appearance." 


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^be jebitor's SF?etcb«=3Booft 

The frontispiece represents the old Whitman House, the property of Mrs. 
Farnam, of New Haven, built as nearly as we can learn, about the year 1700, 
though a much earlier date has been given by some. It has passed through many 
hands and various vicissitudes, but has at last come back to its rightful owners, 
who have restored it as near as may be to its original appearance. One very 
interesting feature of its architecture is the pendant at each corner of the over- 
hanging second story. 

These are the days of reclaiming the old home. Children of New England 
especially are coming back to her to find the homes of their grandmothers, the 
places about which cluster memories of the dead whose name and heritage they 
bear, and to restore if possible the old familiar scenes. Farmington is happy in 
some of these reclaimed homesteads — in many that need no restoration. One of 
the mournful things about the growth of a city is the inevitable swallowing up 
of the lawns and orchards of the early founders. We go back searching for 
familiar places about which hover the romances we created in childhood, and find 
the trolley and the fifteen story building. In the country it is possible to bring 
back old times, enhancing them with new beauties, but the growth of the city 
forbids all this, and in most cases we must watch in silence the gradual blotting 
out of ancient landmarks. Such a lot has been the fate of my great grandmother's 
home, my castle in Spain, for a while real and tangible. 

As all old homesteads should, this stood on a hill, and was approached by 
an avenue lined with maple and horse chestnut trees. I wish I could picture to 
you this long stretch of road, a pebbl}- road, with a slate walk on one side, a 
path on the other, and wide lawns reaching out in either direction. Down by 
the high wooden gates, and half way up the hill, the grass grew long enough for 
us children to play at hide and seek in, with daisies and buttercups everywhere 
in the spring, and many, man^- violets. Near the house the lawns were close cut, 
with symmetrical flower beds neatly edged with box scattered here and there. 
Even now the spicy odor of this shrub carries me back to the old garden, and 
I am standing in the clean paths looking longingly at the verbena and Sweet 
William, and timidly picking an occasional posy, for great grandmamma was 
rather particular and a bit terrifj'ing. 

Hei-e right before us is the homestead itself, slightly terraced above the lawn, — 
a great white old-fashioned mansion with fluted pillars and a broad piazza. I think 
we must have played out of doors a great deal, for I remember the house very vaguelj-. 
There was a wide hall which extended through from the mahogany front doors 
to the entrance towards the orchard at the back. Its walls were hung with 
liuge and ugly oil paintings, and there were old-fashioned parlors on either side. 
When the visit, which we always made to grandmamma in her mysterious 
and dim upper chamber was over, we went to play in the orchard behind the 
house, or by the pond. There was an arbor, too, across a little rustic bridge ; a 
very dark and mysterious place it was, fit retreat for the fairies tired of the 
brightness and cheer of the garden. 

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And these were not tlie only places which the fairies frequented. They were 
everywhere, in the long grass by the gates, down in the deep old well, and 
especially over the wall beyond the orchard; it was all Fairyland on earth, the 
favorite visible resort of her majesty, Queen Mab. 

But alas for the dreamland, the Paradise of our childhood! The great city 
swallowed it up ; the grounds are cut into streets, and the dear old house is 
become a free hospital for the blind and deaf. I often wonder if it could have 
had any nobler destiny, and if the fairies and spirits that formerly dwelt there ever 
whisper the songs I used to hear, in the ears closed to all earthly sounds; and 
if the children with closed eyes ever see the bright wings as they hover in the 
air. Truly, if air-castles ever do visit this earth, they are of exceeding short 
duration, and leave but faint and unsatisfactory impressions on our memory. 

These few facts concerning the Mendi Africans were sent by j\Ir. Rowe to 
the Church News-Letter a year ago, and we reprint them, thinking they may be 
of interest in connection with Mr. Norton's article. 

In the year 1841, a vessel in the slave trade drifted toward the New Haven 
harbor having on board some 23 Africans and two men from .Spain, Ruis and 
Montez, who claimed the Africans as their property. The District Attorney and 
the Judge of the United States Court declared the Africans free. Farmington 
citizens, aided bv Amos Townsend and others of New Haven, interested them- 
selves in the welfare of these strangers, and they were brought to this town with 
the Rev. Mr. Raymond as teacher. The upper room in the building, now the 
store of E. H. Deming & Co., was used as their school room. The men most 
active in caring for these strangers were Messrs. A. F. Williams, Samuel Deming, 
and Captain Richard Cowles, who ^vere joined by many others. The building 
next northeast from Mr. Vorce's dwelling was erected bv Mr. Williams, where 
the Africans were housed. The place was facetiously called Cinque Park, as the 
name of the acknowledged leader was Cinque. One of their number ^vas drowned, 
or dro\vned himself in the canal basin west of the road running past the Parson- 
age. In the company were two young girls ^vho were instructed by the ladies of 
this village and were given English names. A considerable sum of money was 
raised, and the Africans were transported to Mendi, on the African coast, where 
a tract of land was secured and the Mendi Mission established. Mr. Raymond 
went as teacher. Contributions were made by Farmington citizens and by other 
friends of the enterprise for many years. 

It is believed that on the whole this Mendi Mission was not a success, its 
individuals relapsing into a former condition by the power of early habit. 

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XCbe XTrolle^ 

It is rumored that it is again planned to run the trolley through the main 
street of Farmington. 

When an action is premeditated vitally affecting the interests and character 
of a village it is only right that the plan should be carefully discussed in the 
village before anything is decided. Why not use the trolley on the back streets? 

Letters of opinion on this subject may be sent to The Farmington Magazine 
before February 10th. 


With darkened eyes, I look on floods of sunshine, 
Deep in my heart I hold the sky and sea ; 

My ears are closed, yet every bird of heaven 

Stays in its flight, and sings and sings to me. 

The purple clouds, the tender twilight showers, 
The poppies nodding in a dazzling band; 

The round-faced children, with their gleeful laughter - 
All flock into my mind at its command. 

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The Farmington Magazine 

Vol. I. 

MARCH, 1901 

No. 5 

1[n flDcmoriam 

S. p. Feb. 16. 1900 

[N Life's front rank she stood, calm, wise, and strong. 

As to the shelter of a rock, elate 
Her daughters came and went a happy throng, 
Gathered from Eastern Shore to Golden Gate. 
So true she was they leaned upon her word, 
And learned the loving kindness of the Lord. 

But now she sheltered them, and she has gone — 
The flowers lie heaped upon the new made grave. 
'Twas but a step to Heaven, now follow on, 
Taking her place to comfort, strengthen, save. 
So true she was; still lean upon her word, 
And trust the loving kindness of the Lord. 

M. R. J. 

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S»iari> of DaviC) Gleason 

The diary of David Gleason, extending from the year 1781 to 1795, or such 
parts thereof as time and nibbling mice have spared us, is interesting, not for any 
remarkable events recorded, but as incidentally calling up pictures of every day 
life familiar to our older men and women, but scarcely conceivable by the present 
youth of our New England villages. Mr. Gleason lived in that part of the town 
of Farmington known from its position as Northington, but at present forming 
the separate town of Avon. His residence was on the west bank of the Far- 
mington River on the sandy road which leads up from where a bridge once stood, 
to the old meeting house and its well populated graveyard. He was at times a 
farmer, a schoolmaster, and a public functionary. 

"April 28. Saturday fair. Mend fence. Wash sheep. 

June 19. Early. Go with team to Windsor. Get home just at dark with 

June 20. Fair and windy. Put up loom. 

Sept. 3. Cloudy and rains some. I drag in some rye. Jerusha (Alford from 
Wintonbury) goes home. Dime (Deidama Alford) works here to spin." 

In the days of the Revolution, when factories, long frowned on by the mother 
country, were almost unknown, every farmer able to clothe his family from the 
proceeds of his own acres. On some warm April day his flock of sheep was 
driven to the river side and one by one each individual was soused in to remove 
the winter's accumulation of dirt from her thick fleece. Then came sheep-shearing 
day when the flock was taken to the barn floor and each sheep "dumb before the 
shearers" was quickly relieved of her heavy fleece and ran of? all naked to single 
out her own lamb from the bleating multitude. The dexterous use of hand cards, a 
weary process before carding mills sprang up by every brook side, reduced the 
fleece to rolls ready for the spinning wheel. I remember well the monotonous 
hum of the wheel every winter evening until the appointed number of skeins was 
reeled off, the kitchen fire banked for the night, and the wheel put away in its 
accustomed corner. Next came the mysteries of the indigo dye pot ^vhich pre- 
pared one portion of the yarn for the busy knitting needles, while another part 
was reserved to be woven into white flannel sheets for sleeping rooms where fires 
were unknown. Spinning bees a century ago were common and were stimulated 
by patriotic considerations. Even as late as the fall of 1859 I passed on a bye 
road in Farmington, Maine, at the dusk of evening, a merry procession of young 
women with their spinning wheels, much assisted by young men, on their way 
to a spinning bee. In the same neighborhood I saw in a farm house an old hand 
loom with the most unwieldy machinery turning out not a bad quality of cloth. 

"Sept. 21. 1779. Tuesday. Go to a freeman's meeting. Chose John Tread- 
well and Gen. Hart deputies." 

In those primitive times the best men were sent to the legislature as a matter 
of course. 

"Oct. 14. 1779. Thursday. Fair. Mend some fence. Thrash out rye. 
Shell corn. Go to mill. Bridge broke. Let me in slap. Lost all my grain. 

Nov. 2. 1779. Tuesday. Foul. Grows colder. Go to town middle after- 
Tioon. Have a spell here for to quilt bed quilt." 

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An .nu..e,nent less laborious but quite as merry as the spinning bee. 

^ Dec 8. 1779. Wednesday. Fair. More moderate. Go to Lovelytown. 

'^^T::' SllSC .chool,naster >• Lands be could measure," and next to the 
minister he was quite likely the most learned man of the village. 

"'•iris. 1780. Monday. Clear. Go to a town meetn^g. Chosen hster 


''Tune-n 17S1. Wednesday. Cloudy. Go and bring home a barrel of cider 
of Isaa^ U'llcox. Afternoon go to town. See the French there to the 

"""Th^'^r'nch army under Rochambeau marched through Farmington on that 

day and encamped a mile and a half south of the village on the great plan, where 

he ci te s youn.. and old, turned out to do them honor, the young ladies of the 

I'L: ac^o'rcLg \o tradition, dancing with the French otbcers m the evening 

'"*":^b 14 1785. Tuesday. Fair. Grows more moderate before night Go 
and write' a will for Capt. Miller. Stays here at night one Graham a peddler of 

""""Th^p'eddler. with his two tin trunks suspended from a neck-yoke one on 
eitheT side and filled with all that could tempt feminine desire, was a frequent 
•md a welcome visitor at the scattered farm houses. 

'March 3. 178-5. Thursday. Afternoon a singing meeting at tl.e mee^^.ng 
house. March 5. 1785. Saturday. Something of a snowy day. I^ont do much 
business, but sweep the shavings out of te meeting ^^^J J^^l^ ;;,-" 

;:^L-;f^."Cirl^-a Ringing inX at \hem^ ,, . 

M"rch20 S^^indav. V ry fair. Go to meeting. Sing to day new-smging. 

Sol; appear; that the young people of Northington had persuaded their 
elders to allow the new way of singing, and the village pmer had prepared them 

^'^'^M^'l^'^^iS. Tuesday. Fairs. Go with Moore to Hartford. Put 
him in -dl. Also put in one Joshua Phelps on an execution I levied on him 

''"ti:';wo unfortunates were, of course, imprisoned for debt, according to the 
laws of the time. During the years that Mr. Gleason was -"f^^;^;- ^^ J^^'^ 
writs on his neighbors at very brief intervals. This passion ^^ P^^ ^ , j ^^ '^ ' about ill-defined metes and bounds, and sometimes ^bou sm.dl debts 
.vas the one disturbing element that turned the otherwise peaceful ^nd happy 
-New England village into an abode of bitterness and contention. The word 
whatefer'it has losr of old fashioned simplicity of life, has at least largely out- 

grov»-n this baneful habit. , , , f^ r-nnr, school 

"Jan. 13. 1794. Monday. I went out to Lovelytown to keep school. 

Boarded at Lent Hart's." .:„f„, .,= innp- as 

Mr. Gleason continued the practice of teaching schoo -^\ ;-"^;: '^^^^j'^^ ^ 
his diary continued, "boarding round" one week at a time with each family 
his patrons being ■g\e universal custom. 

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"Feb. 2. 1794. Sunday. Fair and pleasant. The south wind blew. Go to 
meeting. Forenoon Rev. Mr. Hawley had his text in Eccl. i. 7. Afternoon ii. 
22. Jesse Wilcox was cried off to widow Comfort Marsh. Sam. Marshall and 
Lucy Andrus together." 

Publishing the banns in this manner was required by law in Connecticut until 
a little more than forty years ago, and much enlivened the solemn services of the 
day. The principals were expected to be present or be despised for want of 

"Feb. 3. 1795. Monday. Fair morning. Early in the morning I put in 
our old horse with Tim. Hawley and we go to Hartford. Get 15 books for the 
village library money. Cost £1-19-4. We got back 1 hour by sun. Attended 
library meeting." 

The village library in the days when newspapers were rare and book agents 
had not begun to swarm over the land, was an interesting institution that had 
much to do in forming the character of the New England mind. About this time 
there were seven within the limits of Farmington. This library was begun Nov. 
9, 1789, by Timothy R. Hawley, the minister's son, and three other boys. The 
printed catalogue, a broadside dated Nov. 4, 1798, lies before me. Of the 122 
books, 48 are classified as Divinity. There are 6 books of travel, including, of 
course, those of Anson and Cook. In 1800, Mr. Hawley sending some statistics 
to Dr. Trumbull for his history of Connecticut remarks, "We propose paying one 
dollar yearly in quarterly payments for the purpose of increasing the library in 
Divinity and History. Novels we have enough of already." 

The novels of which the minister's son thought they had enough, were Smol- 
lett's Launcelot Greaves and Roderick Random, The History of Eliza Wharton, 
the scene of the early part of which was laid in our own village, Joseph 
Andrews, The Vicar of Wakefield, and Robinson Crusoe. 

"Feb. 16. 1794. Sunday. Fair and very cold. Go to meeting. Mr. 
Hawley's text a.m. Rom. vii. 9; p.m.. Mat. xxii. Forget the verse but the words 
were 'How can you escape the damnation of hell ?' " 

The Rev. Rufus Hawley, for fifty-six years the pastor of the church, was a 
" painful preacher of the word," according to the language of the day. Farmer 
as well as minister, as the parson had to be or starve, he was a very able and 
worthy man well known to all the country round, not only for his solid worth, 
but as one of the earliest of the many preachers to whom has been attributed the 
business-like prayer for rain in which was specified the precise sort of rain 
%vanted, "not a devastating tempest, but O Lord, a regular drizzling, drozzling 

"April 17. 1794. Thursday. Fair and pleasant. I set out to go to Wethers- 
field. Buy 33 shad. Come home about ten or eleven o'clock tired enough." 

This was the common practice of farmers, whose principal animal food during 
the winter was salt pork, varied by salt shad as a great luxury. 

"June 8. 1794. Sunday. Cloudy. Go to meeting. No preaching, Mr. 
Hawley being sick. Keep meeting. I read two sermons in Davis' Works." 

Davis' Sermons in three volumes were a part of the books of the village 

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"June 22. 1794. Sunday. Fair and very cold for the time of year. Stay 
at home. Have no meeting, Mr. Havvley being gone to an ordination frolic." 

This is the only instance in the diary in which Mr. Gleason failed to go to 
meeting on Sunday. Julius Gay. 

Ubc Cbinese pussg 

FROM "the life OF TWO CATS " 

I REMEMBER the first day when my relations with the Chinese pussy cat 
became truly affectionate. We were far from land, cruising about the northern 
part of the Yellow Sea, during a dreary September season. I had been obliged 
to close my port-hole, and only a dim light now entered my room through the 
pane of thick glass over which the wave-crests passed in green transparency, 
causing intervals of darkness. Before that narrow little sliding desk, which is 
alike in all our state-rooms, I was installed writing, during one of those rare 
moments when the service leaves you in perfect peace, and when the longing to 
withdraw into your own room as into a cloister cell comes over you. 

It was nearly two weeks since the Chinese pussy had taken up her abode 
under my bed. There she led a very retired, discreet, melancholy existence, seldom 
showing herself, nearly always out of sight, and as if overcome with homesickness 
for her native land whither she was never more to return. Suddenly, I saw her 
appear in the dusk, stretch herself slowly, as though to gain time for further 
reflection, then advance towards me, hesitating, with an occasional pause; some- 
times even affecting a grace altogether Chinese, she held one paw in the air for 
an instant before making up her mind to put it down in front of her and take 
another step. And all the time she looked at me fixedly with a questioning air. 

What could she want of me ? 

Evidently she was not hungry ; a most appetizing porridge was served to her 
twice a day by my orderly. What, then, could it be? 

When she was very near, so near as to be within touch of my foot, she sat 
down, curled up her tail and gave a soft little mew. 

And she continued to look at me, to look me full in the eyes, which of itself 
indicated a world-full of intelligent thoughts in her little head ; first, she must 
have understood, in common with all the higher animals, that I was not a thing, 
but a thinking being capable of compassion, and responsive to the mute appeal 
of a look ; moreover, my eyes must have been to her, eyes, mirrors in which 
her little soul sought anxiously to catch a reflection from mine. 

Truly, it is appalling to reflect how nearly we are allied to animals that can 
conceive such thoughts. 

As for me, for the first time I scrutinized attentively the little visitor who 
had shared my lodging for nearly two weeks ; fawn-colored like a wild rabbit, 
covered with spots like a tiger, with a white nose and neck, ugly indeed, but 
chiefly on account of her sickly leanness — and, on the whole, rather queer than 
ugly to a man like me, untrammeled by any of the ordinary rules of beauty. 

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Quite difl'erent, moreover, from our Freiich cats, she was short-legged, 
lengthened out like a weasel, with a preternaturally long tail, with great erect 
ears, and a triangular face, all the charm in the eyes which were raised at the 
corners like all the eyes of farther Asia and of a beautiful golden yellow in- 
stead of green, ej^es forever restless, wonderfully expressive. 

And, while looking at her, I let my hand slip down on to her queer little 
head, and stroke her rough fur in a first caress. 

What she felt was surely something more than a physical impression ; in her 
forlorn abandonment she became conscious of my sympathy and protection. 

For this then, she had come out of her dark hiding place; this was what 
pussy had decided to ask of me after so much hesitation ; it was neither meat nor 
drink, it was a little company here on earth, a little friendship for her cat's soul. 

And then her eyes became still more expressive and persuasive, telling me 
quite plainly: "This autumn day, so dreary to the mind of a cat, since we two 
are here all alone in this wave-tossed lodging, lost in the midst of I know not 
what dangers, what infinite space — what if we were to give each other a little 
of that sweet thing which soothes one's troubles, which has a semblance of im- 
mortality and eternity, not subject to death, which is called love, and which is 
expressed from time to time by a caress." 

Edith V. Cowles. 
Translated from the French of Pierre Loti. 

Hbout tbe 5untpers 

Whoever created the universe had a most happy thought to let some of 
the trees remain green all through the winter. Midsummer is almost monoto- 
nous with the earth and trees loaded with green, but how precious an oasis are 
the evergreens in the white desert of the winter. From one summer to another 
the evergreens carry their color, like the vestals with their sacred fire. Even the 
winter breezes are softened in the long hair of the pines. The hemlocks shelter 
the little wild animals from the storms, and the cedars hold out their clusters of 
blue berries for the winter birds. 

The humblest tree among the serious evergreens is the Juniper — the one that 
grows close to the ground, and looks like a cup, or a "tree standing on its head." 
Under favorable circumstances the Juniper will still grow tall, but long ago it 
became discouraged trying to rival the other trees of the forest and took to its 
present form. 

Our red cedar, Juniperis Virginiana, is one of our handsome native trees. 
When it is in blossom it is covered with a deep golden color, or "stands all 
bathed in sunshine like a poet." The red cedars are such serious monk-like trees, 
and some very compact individuals are almost as dense-foliaged as the cypress. 
A very characteristic New England sight is a pasture filled with young cedars, 
that suggests a school, or a congregation rooted to the spot. 

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It isn't for nothing tiiat the Juniper holds its ear close to the eartii. The 
humblest insect that sings is its companion. The sparrow that makes a nest 
under its branches, the hop-toad, the cricket, are its own gossips and friends. The 
Junipers have relatives in Ireland that are very short, and stand up stiflly, like a 
miniature poplar, and a prettv relative with thick foliage is called the yuiiipcris 
Strieta, and an ambitious one that has yellow trimmings on the outer twigs the 
yuiiipcris Variegata. Among the near relations on the Farmington Mountain, 
there is much variety, some very blue and others a deep olive green, and all have 
a rosy flush when young which the}' lose with years. 

I have noticed that a surprising number of people know that the fruit of the 
Juniper is used for flavoring gin, and some even know that the French word for 
Juniper is GcrJlvrc^ and that in some parts of France the peasants make a kind 
of beer from Juniper berries, called Gcn'evrette. I am afraid the temperance 
people would never have given the Juniper such a wide circulation around the 
globe, for it grows almost everywhere in the Alps, and Appennines, Persia. 
Asia Minor, and up in Lapland, where they make robes of its bark. And way 
back in a fossil state there are Junipers, just as human beings have their distant 
mummy relations. 

I have also learned with surprise that the "Savin" (one of the Juni- 
pers) is poisonous "acting as a general stimulant Diaphoretic and Anthel- 
mintic." That's what's the matter with the Junipers; do you wonder people 
like the taste.? It makes one's tongue dry to pronounce those words. But not to 
dwell too long on the shady side of these trees. Let us remember the red cedar 
wood has a delightful smell and is used in lead pencils, and as it takes a fine 
polish it works into the nicest kinds of furniture. There have been some fine 
tables and chairs made from the red cedar in Farmington. There are those who 
have asked me, with a significant shut of the eye, what are you raising so many 
Junipers for anyway? eh?.' And I reply, innocently, the Juniper is a beautiful 
tree, a very useful tree. And there is a variety in Spain and Portugal called the 
Incense tree, and — and it is a praiseworthy quality to be curious, but not to be 
over curious. 

On the crest of the hill, that overlooks Farmington, is Hooker's Grove. I do 
not believe the donor of that beautiful place ever knew what a perpetual pleasure 
he has given to the people of Farmington. It is there the red cedars antl hemlocks 
live in beautiful peacefulness. Every year they lay down their carpet of yellow 
brown, and the rents in the carpet have been patched and repatched with the 
partridge berry vine, in summer covered with beautiful flowers and in winter 
with red berries. 

The long trunks of the trees suggest the pillars of a church. It is said that 
tlie sacred groves of Greece cannot compare in beauty with our own Hooker's 
Grove. And although we may not see Jupiter the Thunderer here, nor hear 
the cry of a lost Dryad, there is the nearness of a Greater God. And anyone 
who cares to stay here after the sun sets may see the Indian with the deer thrown 
over his shoulder pass down the side of the mountain. 

R. B. B. 

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Wk have only to look back about twenty years through the files of our 
leading magazines to see and assure ourselves of the rapid strides made along 
the lines of illustration. Most of the illustrations published then would not be 
allowed a place in our fourth-class magazines of to-day, nor even in our Sunday 

The wonderful advances that have been made in the art of reproduction have 
had much to do with this, and also the inexpensive way in which line and wash 
drawings can be reproduced. But the main difference lies in the original draw- 
ings themselves. The competition among illustrators has become so enormous, 
that the publication of poor drawings is becoming less possible each year. The 
best artists in the country have entered into it heart and soul, and the publishers, 
who once struggled for good work are now swamped with it, and can pick and 
choose from the portfolios of the most able men. 

The camera made a wonderful change in the aspect of the illustrated maga- 
zines and there were many who believed that it would fill the place occupied by 
the illustrators. It did for a time, and for some years it held a mighty sway, but 
there is no question that it is waning. The best publications only use it to illus- 
trate facts. The camera is accurate, and, in the hands of a scientist it is invaluable 
as an illustrative medium, but it can seldom be a poet. Photography is suggestive 
and when it reaches colored reproduction it will be capable of realism in its truest 

The comic weeklies by offering small inducements are responsible for much 
poor illustration, and for the mental and artistic cramping and warping of many 
promising art students. They open a poorly paid avenue for clever work that is done 
without foundation or knowledge. I think it is safe to say that at least half the 
art students that have come under my notice and instruction have been for a time, 
and sometimes altogether, led from the necessary drudgery unavoidable to one 
who succeeds, by some newspaper story of the fortune a year made by some 
prominent illustrator. When a young student comes to me with a story of this 
kind, I long to take him or her for a tour of the New York studios, and to let 
them listen to the illustrators, let them see how many of them live and what they 
endure, and more than all let them hear what the handful of successful men have 
been through in order to arrive. 

In a word, — to be a good illustrator a man must be a good artist — and like 
Rome a good artist is not built in a day. 

The Boston Museum of Fine Arts has just paid $80,000 for a Velasquez. 
" What a price," says the public. " What a bargain ! " say the artists. 

To those who have sighed at the thought of the distance of the Paris Exposi- 
tion, after reading of its glories, it will be a pleasure to know that many of its 
wonders are to be brought as near as Buffalo, for the Pan American Exposition. 
Of these and their easy access, the Art Department will endeavor to give some 
details in the April number. 

W. G. 

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ffiooft motes 

Those readers who find Weir Mitchell's Doctor North and His Friends 
dull, deserve pity. It is not a story. The trilling romance which threatens to 
become either tragedy or happiness for two persons, does not develop and is 
of slight value. A small coterie of men and women are blessed with means to 
gratify their taste for works of art, travel, yachts and wine (all these are but 
accessories — a pleasant background to a series of delightful talks upon many 
subjects) : Psychology, Ethics, Poetry, the morbid, the eccentric and the amusing, 
are all discussed by intelligent kindly persons in a manner that is enthusiastic 
and sensitive. The book abounds in stories, frequently personal experiences. 
Those of the real intimate coterie, are felt to be precious to each other through 
trust, loyalty and fine sensibilities. To be of such a set of persons, must come 
as near to satisfying one with life as in our blind groping is possible. When I 
find myself hoping that the mental disease specialist — North (Weir Mitchell ?) 
will go a little deeper into psychology, or Vincent — the lawyer — into his law, I 
am the next instant satisfied that they have said just enough, and accept the limi- 
tations as judicious. This characteristic; by the way, is true of all the best scien- 
tists who write. There is a reserve force that carries conviction as surely through 
suggestion, as by what is actually said. The book is so sane, so hopeful and 
helpful. One of the casual guests — the pessimist — is thus disposed of, when he 
is made to say, ".Set aside America. Can you look at Spain, Italy, France, and 
not share my belief as to human failure?" "But," said Vincent, "history is a 
record of necessary, even desirable failures. Is not the destruction of the inade- 
quate hopeful.? The world has been drowning her bad puppies since the world 
began." There is no suggestion throughout the book of any arbitrary standard 
whatever. There may be periods of stagnation — apparently — in this world; 
even retrogression, but there is always in operation the forging by unseen, un- 
guessed forces, to no point of perfection, but to points nearer to it, as endless 
and impossible to imagine as the beginning or ending of time, matter or space. 
This is the message suggested by the book. It can have nothing to say to those 
who read for entertainment for the moment. (Cciit/irv Co.) 

C. F. 

Hn /iDcmory of %o\m Mocker 

36? a Uownsman 

My first acquaintance with Hooker was in the Academy of Mr. Simeon Hart 
in the winter of 1829. As the seasons came and went an intimate friendship was 
maintained for many years. I came to regard him as a gifted, broad minded 
young man, well calculated to take a high place in social and public life. For 
many years he was my next door neighbor at the Hooker homestead. His course 
in life differed materially from mine. A collegiate education fitted him eminently 
for his chosen profession, the practice of law. Of his success in gaining the con- 

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fidence of his clients and of the members of the bar abler pens than mine will 
testify. While residing in his native town he was ever forward in all enterprises 
calculated to promote the welfare of society and the best interests of his fellow 
men. Now in the sere and yellow leaf of my life let me say such dicii arc rare, 
and the world is poorer when their labors are ended. 

Another fellow pupil of the school in 1829 lately passed on to his final reward, 
Rev. Giles M. Porter, a preacher of the gospel of peace. A good and true man 
has gone to his rest, leaving the example of a righteous life. Shall schoolmates 
gather at the river and join again the loved teacher on the blessed shore? 

C. RowE. 

Ube ©l^ Cburcb 

The Ecclesiastical Society of Farmington has voted to accept plans drawn 
by Mr. Charles Whitmore for improving the Congregational Church, these plans 
to be put in execution as soon as possible. 

They include building a recess behind the pulpit to hold a new organ, the 
gift of Miss Jennings, lowering the pulpit and altering the front porch. It is 
also planned that the interior shall be redecorated and the side vestibules shall be 
repaired. All these improvements will be made in the most reverent spirit, and 
as the committee phrase it, notiiing will be done that might not have been done 
by the original architect. 

Concerning this original architect and his work, it might be interesting to 
make a few brief statements. From President Porter's historical address at the 
100th anniversary of the erection of the church edifice, we learn that the building 
was set up in July, 1771, the dedication lecture was preached November 25, 
1772, and on the Sabbath following the house was first used for a religious 

"The first recorded movement toward the erection of this building was on 
February 2, 1767, when at a meeting of the parish 54 voted, 24 being in the 
negative, that it was necessary to build a meeting house in the first society of 
Farmington." One penny in a pound was voted to procure timber, and a com- 
mittee was appointed to procure "thick stuff for the building." This "thick 
stuff" came from the Province of Maine, and was of the choicest quality. "The 
stuff was clear of all knots, t!ie shingles were of white cedar, and most of them 
remain to this day as they were originally laid. The frame is of the heaviest 
white oak timber, and is still entirely sound and the lines of the building are 
perfectly true." The bill of all the timber which went into the church giving 
the dimensions of every stick, is still in existence. 

The directions given the architect were very specific. The building was to 
be 75 feet long and 50 feet wide. It should have a steeple at one end and a 
porch at the other for the stairs leading into the gallery. This last specification 
was a very important and rather unusual one, for the stairs were wont to lead to 
the galleries from inside the church, and as the young people, w^ho were the least 
important part of the congregation, sat in the gallery, many reverent elders were 

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much and often disturbail by noisy entrances and exits whicli tlie tything man 
could not wholly suppress. The steeple was built on the ground and raised when 
Hnished to tlie top of the tower. This famous spire lui^; always excited great 
admiration. Elihu Burritt says of it: ''I shall never forget the feeling of awe 
and admiration which the first sight of Farmington produced in my child-mind. 
I had never before seen a church with a steeple, and measuring this above 
us with a child's eye it seemed to reach into the very heavens. . . . And 
this thought was uppermost in all that filled my mind. . . . If I could only 
stand where that brass rooster stood on the steeple, could I not look right into 
heaven and see what was going on there .^ In later years I learned that what to 
my youthful imagination appeared to be a rooster, was in fact a crown placed 
there in honor of the King, under whose reign this house was erected." In 1836 
the golden crown was taken down to be regilded and never restored. In its 
place was put a star, said to be made of tlie brass of the crown. This star is 
still there. 

The west door was not mentioned in the specifications, and must have been 
wholly a thought of Capt. Judah Woodruff, one of the committee, and architect 
and master builder of the church. The ornamentation is similar to that of many 
of his houses in Farmington Village. Among the houses built by him are those 
owned by Mr. Anson Porter, Miss Deming, Mrs. Edmund Cowles, Mrs. Hardy, 
John Thompson, Mrs. Whitman and Miss Lewis. The present Country Club, the 
old Fisher Gay house, was also built by him. Fisher Gay was Capt. Woodruff's 
associate on the committee. 

President Porter gives an interesting account of the life of Judah Woodruff. 
He was born about 1720. About the age of forty he served as 1st lieutenant in 
the French and Indian war, and was at the battle of Ticonderoga. At the close 
of the war he returned home and commenced building, and during the interval be- 
tween the French war and the war of the Revolution, built ten houses, including 
his own, and also the church. He served as officer in the Revolutionary war, 
and after its close built four or five other dwellings. " He was a man of energy and 
persevering industry, as was proved by his working at late hours carving upon 
the pulpit for the church with his knife after the labors of tlie day. He was also 
a man of taste and close observation, and introduced a style of building which 
added to the respectability of the buildings of this village. His carvings on the 
front of the pulpit representing vines of the English ivy was much admired." 
He died at the age of 79. There is in existence an interesting correspondence 
between Rev. Joseph Washburn, pastor of the church, and Capt. Judah Wood- 
ruff, consisting of admonitions for failure to attend divine service: "Whereas, 
You have been guilty of a censurable breach of the Laws of Christ's Kingdom in 
having neglected for many years to attend upon the public worship of God, etc.," 
and Capt. Woodruff's defense — a most dignified and manly one. In spite of the 
citations and the sentence of excommunication, which was finally passed, the Rev. 
Timothy Pitkin, at the death of Capt. Woodruff" two years later, bore testimony to 
the latter's earnest piety. There were many of these sentences at one time, and 
we now recognize them as an inevitable part of life when Church and State were 
one, and as not reflecting at all on the Christian character of those sentenced. 

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The description of the pulpit as it first stood, decorated by Capt. Woodruff, 
is very interesting. "Looking down upon the middle aisle was the formidable 
pulpit with a window behind it. It was reached by a staircase on the north side, 
and; was overhung by a wondrous canopy of wood, with a roof like the dome of 
a Turkish mosque, attached to the wall behind by some hidden device. 
Along the front of the pulpit was the deacons' seat. ... A door opened 
beneath the pulpit into a closet of which it was fabled that it was reserved by the 
tything man for boys especially unruly in behavior." The front of the pulpit 
was carved in wreaths which were painted green. One writer speaks of it as 

In 1793 the church was painted for the first time. In 1810 two large chande- 
liers were provided for singing meetings at night. These are still in existence. 
In 1824 stoves were introduced. Previous to this period foot-stoves were the sole 
substitute. These must have been dangerous things ; there is a story how one of 
them which had just been filled at the " Sabba-Day House" for the homeward 
ride, tipped over in the sleigh onto the straw in the bottom, and the occupants 
quickly alighted. 

In 1825 the pews and the long seats in the galleries were demolished and 
slips substituted for them, with doors for more special and private occupation. 
This made it far easier to keep order. In 1830 the pews were removed from the 
floor, the old pulpit and sounding board disappeared, new windows were made 
with blinds, at a cost of some $2,186.70. Timothy Porter was the builder in 
charge of the alterations and much of the cost was defrayed from the last legacy 
of Solomon Langdon. The old pulpit gallantly served a term as well-curb, and 
the last that was heard of it was its use as a chicken coop. One would inquire 
with all reverence, if the very crowing of the cocks was not affected by their 
environment. The latest addition to the church was a new furnace, put in during 
the fall of 190U through the generosity of one of the parishioners. 

We cannot close better than by quoting from Hon. Francis Gillette: "It 
was built for the ages. No pains were spared to make it a worthy gift to 
posterity. It was founded upon a rock. Its timbers are massive oak ; its covering 
is the selected mountain pine, and the winds and rains and wintry storms of a 
century have beaten upon it; it still stands firm, lifting its tall and graceful spire 
steadily toward the heaven, whither so many of its humble worshippers have 
gone, and pointing us to the same blessed hereafter. May it stand forever!" 

E. H. J. 

TLbc Cbapel JSuildinG 

Deacon Edward Hooker writes in his diary " Mch. 15, 1816, a. m. Met 
with committee to fix spot for Society House." Before the following December 
tlie present building was erected under the supervision of Maj. Samuel Dickinson, 
then the prominent builder of the town. 

The lower room first used as an Academy was opened on November 15 of 
that year, and made known to the outside world by an advertisement in the 
Connecticut Courant of November 16. This school must have been well attended 
by the large and growing families in the village, and many scholars came from 

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surrounding towns. Simeon Hart, who took charge of it in 1823, is spoken of 
with reverence by the few left who studied under him. 

Quite a handsome piece of printing is the catalogue of 1827, showing 51 boys 
and 24 girls on the roll, also three assistant teachers, Leonard Welles; William 
Hannaford, lecturer on chemistry; Philip Strong, student-assistant. A year or 
two later, when Mr. Chauncey Rowe graduated from West District School into 
the Academy, Master Hart had as teacher of penmanship a political exile from 
Greece, Petros Mengous by name, who, I am assured, wrote very handsomely. 

Miss Sarah Porter went here with her brothers. A scholar of the twenties 
recalls a school exhibition where Giles Porter had to recite a humorous piece, 
telling about the visit of the Crown Prince to the old woman making apple dump- 
lings, and how he could not find the seams where she had put the apples in; 
John Hooker declaimed Anthony's oration over Caesar's body, and following after 
that was his own recitation full of green fields and skipping lambs, which subject 
in midwinter gave the girls much cause for merriment. The pleasure of that 
occasion had spanned three quarters of a century and made '29 seem but yesterday. 

Sometimes the exhibitions took place in the church on a temporary platform. 
George D. Cowles once gave there a musket drill, and for a touch of realism in a 
dialogue or play, Bezaleel Rockwell, town shoemaker, was seen there with bench 
and tools pegging away for a living. 

When the crowd which came to town-meeting was too big for the chapel 
room, it adjourned to the church. Mr. Rowe, then store-keeper, remembers being 
summoned, and seated with ink and pen in the square roomy pew ot that tmie, 
to write votes for a favorite candidate whose chances seemed doubtful. Tiie 
Grenadiers were also known to drill there on a rainy day, but I am getting across 
the street from the chapel. 

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Mr. Julius Gay has t^iven some account of the Academy rooms fifty years ago 
in these words : 

"The present square tower with its bell stood as they now appear. Turn 
the main building around to the left 90 degrees and join the center of what 
would then become the west side, to the tower, and you have the building as 
originally erected, the eaves of the main building and of the tovk-er being of the 
same height, and the whole structure presenting a much more harmonious appear- 
ance. You enter and find yourself in a square room painted a dingy red, and on 
a week day you pass through the door into a dark little room with doors on all 
sides except the south, where hang the shawls and tippets and one thing or 
another of the school children, while on the shelves stand their dinner baskets. 
Are you one of those happy youths who did not know then, as now, how jolly it 
all was ? Then enter the door directly in front of the teacher's desk, salute the 
master according to the forms then and there required, and pass up the main 
aisle to the high and honorable seats in the rear, or sit quietly down among the 
little folks in front, as your years may require. If you are of an older growth 
and desire to get into the library room of a week day and have things all to your- 
self, which could not be at the regular Sunday evening meetings of the com- 
pany, you will make known your wants to the schoolmaster, who will, if he 
thinks you trustworth)', reach down the big old iron key from a nail back of his 
desk, and with this j-ou will proceed through the dark room and recitation room 
leading from it, into the room in the south-east corner and find all the literary 
treasures of half a century's accumulation within your reach. In one corner 
stands, just as it stands now, the great closet with whose appearance you are 
familiar, but with a diversity of hoarded treasure. Directly before you ranged 
the Edinburgh Encyclopedia containing to the boy's notion, all the knowledge of 
the ages. On the shelves above in orderly array, stood the apparatus of the old 
Farmington Academy. Around the room ran book cases which had done service 
when the books well nigh filled Deacon Porter's kitchen. In the center was a 
huge table piled up with books in the most disorderly fashion. The room was 
for recitations, but more often was used as a play-ground for the children on 
rainy days." 

In the troubled years before the Civil War the Home Guards, sixty in number, 
drilled in the lower room; with arms furnished by the state, and in soldier caps 
and scarlet flannel coats they made a fine show on parade. Very few of these 
men helped to make up the thirty-two who went to the war at the first call of 
the President, but they did help to fire the martial spirit that sent more than our 
quota of volunteers. 

When the Academy closed the room was taken for general public use, and 
the partitions were removed, leaving one large room, usually dirty and littered. 
This was entirely unlike the well-kept and attractive room known to us since 
the Ladies' Benevolent Society transformed it for their own use, and by their 
courtesy for the use of others. 

The upper room of the chapel was not opened until January 1, 1817. Dea- 
con Hooker wrote that day in his diary: " Remarka'oly fine weather. The new 
room lately built for the use of the Ecclesiastical Society was opened for evening 

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worship the first time, and a sermon was preached in it by Rev. Mr. I'orter. 
About 450 people attended, and more could not be accommodated." In those days 
the heart of the community centered in the church, and the privilege of church- 
going was highly esteemed. 

Next to the church, this may be called our most historic building. TJic edu- 
cation and pleasures of several past generations are closely connected with it, and 
we rejoice to hear that an honorable future yet awaits it. 

In the next number of the magazine we hope to give a more detailed account 
than it is possible to obtain now of the new building which will be erected as 
a memorial to Miss Porter. M. D. B. 

about Clubs 

After reading the article by Aliquis, we Farmingtonians are proud to be 
that people approved by the ancients — a clubable people. 

The Union Club has been addressed by Mr. Potter, Dr. Johnson, and Mrs. 
Edward Porritt of Farmington, and by Charles Hopkins Clark and Rev. Mr. 
Potter of Hartford, on subjects of far reaching interest. 

The Young Men's Club, besides its evenings of recreation, is having a weekly 
dumb bell drill under the training of Mr. Allen, director of athletics in the 
Hartford High School. 

The Girls' Club is the center of interest for those who have finished school, 
yet seize the opportunity to develop along different lines, in the classes it carries 
on for both practical and artistic work. The dramatic class gave a play Feb. 19 
to put some money in the treasury. M. D. B. 

picture of 1l3a\vk Stealiutj a Jfisb ffrom pelican's Beaft 

Poor disappointed pelican ! 
Your feelings very well I can 

Conceive and understand. 
I wouldn't think, would you, 
Sky-soaring bird would do 

A thing so underhand? 

Well, so it is in life: 

In its never-ending strife, 

Too well we know. 
There are birds of lofty graces, 
Which, from elevated places, 

Stoop awful low. 

What though your dinner non est 
You have damages most honest 

Accruing still ; 
And when yon thievish sinner 
Again bespeaks your dinner, 

Present your bill ! 

G. F. Dunning. 

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^be fiMtor's Sftctcb^Boof? 

Many in Farmington remember the school of Philosophy which held a few 
sessions here, and one of Prof. Davidson's most cherished disciples, Edward 

Howard^ Gnggs^^ is now lecturing in many cities on different subjects, and it was 
my good fortune to hear him in New Britain a few weeks ago. His subject 
Z. Education the Art of Life, and the secret of his success in this lecture 
seemed to me to be that he raised the details of our life to great dignity by mak- 
ing them parts of a perfect whole. 

The true art of living is to consider the separate acts of our lives as con- 
nected and contributing to the whole life which is thus made a unit instead of 
a sort of patch-work. It is the difference between some helter-skelter arrange- 
ment of bric-a-brac in a house, and a carefully planned design extending from 
doorstep to kitchen. As few plan their lives as their houses in this way. We 
cannot but be benefitted when we listen to a man who calmly, yet with enthusi- 
asm can put before us an optimistic philosophy of life. All need inspiration to 
be lifted out of the dead level of commonplace we are apt to sink into. You see, 
according to Prof. Griggs, nothing is common-place, for the design of our lives 
certainly is not, and therefore each incident, each every day happening if we 
regard it-as we should- as contributing to that design, must be dignified and 

made important. c ^u 

One thing which the lecturer said was very striking-" Leave room for the 
unexpected to happen." The best in life is most often the unexpected, and we 
must not take too much for granted nor fill our lives so lull that we leave no 
room for these gifts of the gods. 

Education is a most important feature of life, its "art," and so especial heed 
should be paid to the education of the children. In comparing the graded system 
of the cities in all its perfection and economy with the wasteful, wearing, 
district school methods of the country. Prof. Griggs spoke of the one advan- 
tage which the district school has over the graded • the greater oPP«f/>"f^^ f^;: 
pe^rsonal contact between teacher and pupil. As education >\ - /""'^h a matte 
of personality, I wonder if we of the country realize and make the best use ot 
our advantage in that respect? 

Several letters concerning the coming of the trolley to Farmington have 
been Jecefved by the editors f^m propert'y holders, and those who would be 
nropertv holders. All with one voice cry to protect the village street 
^ ^Reason for the fright seems to have disappeared, but the result of fe ''excite- 
ment "is interesting in that it shows how many regard the coming of he trolley 
io our main "reet as disadvantageous to the sale of property, rather than as so 
often suDDOsed, a good business venture. 

AU success to the road to Plainville, say we, if only it knows its place. 

The Farmington Magazine has decided to adapt itself to its environment 
and in opposition to the almanac and established usage, regard April as the first 
month offspring. Our spring poems and spring fashions will accordingly appea 
r that number, and several changes and additions are meditated, which shall 
more perfecTly express the bright and balmy days we confidently expect in that 
hopeful month. 

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A H Josephine, the woods were green, 

The river flowed serenely by. 
Above the willow boughs between 
Were little slips of sky- 

Were little strips of bright blue sky. 

And clouds that come and go; 
And sky and green and Josephine 

Were mirrored down below. 

R. B. B. 

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Vol. I. APRIL, 190 1 No. 6 

XTbe Dltallt? of Error 

"Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again; 

The eternal years of God are her's ; 
But Error, wounded, writhes with pain. 

And dies among his worshippers." 

So SANG Bryant, and so does the optimist believe with an unfaltering trust. 
Doubtless in "the eternal years of God" it shall all come to pass, but in the 
brief periods of human observation error seems to have the greater vitality. 
Every reader of history knows that an error of fact is refuted only to reappear 
with renewed vigor. It is like some noxious weed which grows more vigor- 
ously the oftener it is cut down. A famous instance is that of the divine who, 
during our struggle for independence as a nation, stirred up the same feelings 
toward himself that an Anti-slavery orator at the South would have done during 
the late Civil War. Fleeing to England, he paid off old scores by the in- 
vention of the "Blue Laws" which are eternally attributed to our Puritan 
fathers as genuine, though as often shown to be malicious inventions. Both 
the Rev. Samuel Peters before his flight and the supposed orator at the South 
may have preached sound doctrine but at an amazingly unseasonable time. 

Every community can show similar examples of the vitality of error. Those 
which have become Farmington history interest us especially. Our anger is 
often called down on the Indians who are said to have burned the house of 
John Hart with all its inmates in the night of December 15th, 1666. But 
numerous contemporary accounts of the disaster, preserved in the diaries of the 
time, make no allusion to any Indian agency in the disaster. The Tunxis Indians 
were in general a quiet, peaceable, harmless set of men, so thoroughly bullied 
by the fierce Mohawks, and so dependent upon the protection of the whites 
that they were fast losing their savage habits and soon began to join the church, 
attend school, and read in the primer. Again, every amateur genealogist writing 
of our ancestors, deplores the loss of our town records in the same fire. Not 
one volume of either town, church, or society records is missing except the 
well-known " Ould Town Book" which held the priceless records of town meet- 
ings and town grants before 1672, and this book was in existence as late as 
Feb. 6, 1718. 

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It seems useless to refute the oft told tale that Farmington was settled by 
eighty-four men known as the Eighty-Four Proprietors. These were well-known 
men whose names appear on our records very many times and always the same. 
A large part of them were not ten years old at the settlement of the town in 
1640, and so could hardly have been of much value. And what shall we say of 
the important services rendered in its settlement by Abraham, Isaac and Jacob 
Bronson who were all born after 1640, or by the three proprietors who were 
born nine years afterward, or the four who were born eight years afterward; 
and by numerous other proprietors who first saw the light of day in the log 
huts of the village.? The Eighty-Four Proprietors were eighty-four men whose 
names first appear on the tax-list of 1673. 

The "reserved lands" were divided, piece after piece, among these eighty- 
four men or their legal representatives, from time to time, as fast as they 
were needed, during the next one hundred years. 

We are told also that our first pastor, the Rev. Roger Newton, was lured 
away from us by an invitation to the more numerous and wealthy church at 
Milford. Mr. Newton left us in September, 1657. and was not installed in 
Milford until Aug. 22, 1660, three years afterward. His intention was to return 
to England. John Hull, Mint-Master at Boston, he who coined the famous 
Pine-Tree shillings and lesser coins, tells us how the minister's ship was delayed 
six or eight days at Nantasket, waiting for a favorable wind, and that as soon 
as Mr. Newton stepped on shore for a conference with Rev. John Norton, the 
wind changed and the shipmaster sailed away without him, looking upon him 
as a second Jonah and the cause of all the trouble. 

Julius Gay. 

'TwAS only one, but deeper red 
Than all the roses growing! 
'Twas only one — the word it said 
Yet told me all worth knowing! 

H. Nichols. 

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/B>ural S>ccoratton in ffarmington 

Like many other arts the art of mural decoration is traced back to Egypt, 
4000 B. C. There seems to have been a combination of sculpture and paint- 
ing when the Egyptian kings had their great deeds marked into the walls. 
Ninevah and Babylon had its walls ornamented with birds and animals ; the 
Moslems covered their walls with intricate geometrical figures; India and Persia 
had much the same kind of wall decoration, and it also extended into Spain. 

The Greeks and Romans had the secret for a cream colored stucco, with 
which they coated their temples; it could be polished, stood the weather well, 
and was a fine ground for wall decoration. The Pompeiian walls are a beautiful 
example of frescoing. Those that are preserved in the museum at Naples are 
probably much more beautiful than when the Pompeiians admired them on their 
own walls, for since they were uncovered from their load of lava, the wind 
and sun have toned them down in the beautiful harmonious way that only the 
elements know. Some of these Pompeiian decorations are peculiarly beautiful 
in that they make a part of the architecture, that great requisite of wall deco- 
ration A great many of the Italian frescoes are beautiful as pictures rather 
than as parts of a building. Mo?t of the modern French decorations are easel 
oil pictures put on the wall and not a part of the building, with one great 
exception the Puvis de Chavannes frescoes. 

The Greeks seem to have had a beautiful way of using painting with 
architecture, judging from the accounts of their writers, and even their statues 
we so much admire they painted over with some color. But almost nothing 
of the Greek painting has come down to our day. Italy developed a style 
of its own which was less severe and more pictorial, and many beautiful 
examples by Giotto, Mantegna and Raphael have been preserved. 

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The Italian artists, to 
prepare a wall for mural 
decorations, laid the stucco 
on, and while still moist, 
applied the color and drew 
in the design. Each artist 
applied just the amount of 
stucco he was able to cover 
in one day. This method 
gave much of the sponta- 
neity, freshness, and charm 
to their fresco work. 

Although the mural 
decoration in Farmington 
may not seem very great 
compared with the mural 
work of the little Italian 
towns, still such as it is, 
it is very interesting as 
our first essay in that direc- 

Perhaps our first mural 
decorator was Miss Caro- 
line Townsend who became 
Mrs. Scudder. She painted 
on the wall at William 
Chidsey's house, a snarl 
of wild roses within the 
circle of the motto "Sing 
heart, thou art young and 
the world is in blossom," also a piece of scroll work with the motto "With- 
outen gladness availeth no treasure;" at Mrs. Barney's she used branches of 
chestnut leaves in a wall decoration. With Mr. Brandegee's help Mrs. Scudder 
began the decoration of the bare walls in the dining room of the Inn. The 
subject used was the beginning and progress of man and his future destina- 
tion, either above or below, — but it was left largely in outline and the pictur- 
ing of a purgatory was not wholly approved of, so at the second annual 
housecleaning it was covered with a coat of whitewash. The Muse entered 
by the kitchen door into the house now owned by A. A. Redfield. Here 
decorations on the wall were made by Griffin, Bartlett, Brandegee, and Mrs. 
Scudder. A number have been obliterated but there is left still a handsome 
sheldrake since touched up by the housepainter. 

Mr. Gernhardt of Hartford has left a number of interesting decorations in 
the houses at which he has stayed from time to time. On the door of an 
upper room at Frederick Miles' he painted cherubs and at Henry Gallagher's 

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on one parlor door he painted tlie dream of Eiidyinion, on another, dancing 
figures full of nio\enient and rich in color, tlio' not yet finished. 

There are three panels in the big settle at the Gymnasium of Miss Porter's 
School done by Edward Brooks. One panel is of the mill and dam ; anotlier 
of a winter scene at the red bridge ; the middle and largest panel is a land- 
scape of the meadows beyond the bridge, steeped in the hot, hazy atmosphere 
of an August afternoon. He decorated mantel panels in the house that he 
occupied for a time. One of the mantelpieces has since been painted over 
but the other has thus far escaped an added coat. 

At Anson Porter's there is a marine sketch on a mantel panel showing 
on the horizon the three caravels of Columbus' fleet; at Charles Lewis' there 
are door and mantel panels and fireplace decorations ; at Charles Brandegee's 
a group of the Holy Family over a mantel, all done by R. B. Brandegee. 

The small studio at the School has landscape decoration over the whole 
wall space. It was designed by Mr. Brandegee and worked out by Miss 
Roberts and her pupils. 

On the walls of the music room at R. B. Brandegee's is told a tale of 
chivalry: the mounted knight, the group of villagers blessing his departure 
and the sleeping dragon, the object of his quest. The background is one of 
forest, plains and hills. This decoration has the effect of water color, altho' 
it is in oil as are all the others mentioned. 

In the Catholic Chapel are two large canvasses by Brooks and Brandegee 
used as mural decorations. The Brooks canvas represents Christ and his dis- 
ciples on the walk to Emmaus ; the other, Christ walking on the water toward 
the fisherman's boat, a speck on the raging waters. Both paintings are done 
in a large and simple way and the sight of them brings one nearer to the 
life of our great Teacher. 

Almost all our artists have looked with longing at the great white spaces 
in some of our country churches. If they were asked to express themselves 
religiously on those bare walls the result might be interesting in a great many 
ways, but the Puritans seem to have had the feeling that a certain severe 
baldness was pleasing to God. When the blossoming trees and gorgeous but- 
terflies looked in at the church windows and wondered what was done in that 
cold place and learned it was where the people worshipped God — " What, 
our God!" said the blossoms and the butterflies. 

The Catholic Church has always been a friend of the Muses. The great 
painters grew up under the protection of the Popes and Cardinals. It is 
probable that a large part of the work of Raphael and Michael Angelo would 
have been lost to the world had it not been for the intelligent care of the 
Catholic Church. Whereas, with our Protestant Church, the Arts have grown 
as flowers grow that sprout under large stones. 

This article would not be complete without some mention of the beautiful 
frescoes which were made in the Williams house in 1852. These do not belong 

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to the simple beginnings treated 
in this article. They were the 
work of three accomplished Italian 
fresco artists, Nolte, Eiffee and 
Likeit. These men worked four 
months on the ceilings and walls 
of the hall and four rooms. The 
result must have been a constant 
delight to those with an eye to 
grace of design and beauty of color. 
In the vicissitudes of a country 
house they have been damaged by 
water so that they now show but a 
remnant of their former beauty and 
those in the large drawing room 
have been replaced by modern 

It is rumored that some day 
the Misses Cowles will decorate 
the walls of the Episcopal Chapel 
and the day such a rumor becomes 
fact, ought, in the art calendar of 
Farmington, to be one to cele- 



Proud man, where you would fear to be, 

I have been screened from harm and nourished ; 

Where death would seek you in the sea, 

So frail a thing as I has flourished. 

I've seen great beds of gleaming pearls, 

I've danced where wildest water whirls; 

I've kissed a mermaid's laughing lips 

And brushed against her finger tips. 

The breaking waves have been my home. 

And drowning men near me have panted ; 

I've tossed about in nests of foam, 

My cradle-song by storms loud chanted. 

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Song at tbe "Xcau=to" 

a Slictcb 

BowDOiN was opening a box of sardines in the kitchen, wiiile Croesus set 
the table in the front room for the supper of the two artists. They had hired 
tlie old lavender colored "lean-to" for the summer, in a primitive farming dis- 
trict, no matter where. Croesus took a last glance over the table, then stepped 
into the front yard to rest his jaded brain after his quarter of an hour of 
domestic duties. Shortly Bowdoin heard a low whistle of welcome from the 
yard, then a still lower response from the bottom of the hill. "Who is it? 
Who is it, Croesus?" "Its the Dane." "Now for some singing. Bring him 
into supper;" and Bowdoin followed the invitation by joining the other at the 
old front gate where together they watched the approach of a solid, blond young 
man as he swung his way up to the house. " How goes it? How's Madame? 
Why didn't she come? " " The horses and coachman all dropped dead this afternoon 
and Madame is not a good walker," answered the Dane in excellent English. 

The Dane and his wife were camping out at the village three miles away, 
in an abandoned house — as the two artists were — where they were rusticating 
with their music, all of them free for the moment from the sickening visits of 
landlords and some other people. 

In a short time the three men were taking supper of toasted sardines, chops, 
marmalade and tea. The warm August air and light came in at open windows 
and doors. Coats and vests were thrown aside, reducing costumes to shabby 
trousers, and flannel shirts. The small chat and joking went on toward the end 
of supper to tea and tobacco time. An observing person knowing the two 
painters would have noticed a shade of anxiety in their manner, but when 
the tea was consumed Bowdoin quietly remarked, "that little 'Chaminade' has 
been running in my head all day." Croesus was startled at the attack as 
he would have been at anything else that would precipitate the thing both 
were so carefully scheming for, i. e., that the Dane should sing. Bowdoin's 
tact was great however, and eminently successful, for at a grotesque and care- 
fully planned error in his own attempt at the song the Dane broke into a 
merry laugh and corrected him. So that was the way it was done and 
intended to be done. Very quietly and softly the delicious little air came 
from the singer's lips, and the two much gratified artists settled back into 
their chairs and listened. The song ended and then came a little discussion 
of its charms, — another snatch of song, — an explanation ; then a Danish folk- 
lore song in which the voice had a quite definite suggestion of swaying pines. 
The twilight became dark evening. No lights were lit. The talk lessened 
but the song went on and on into Massenet, McDowell, and finally long arias 
from Elijah and Tristam, the beautiful cello-like voice becoming more rich 
and enthusiastic as he took up the more characteristic pieces. At 10 o'clock 
the Dane quietly arose and the two others accompanied him to his home in 
the village. Upon leaving the " lean-to," blurred forms moved silently away. 
They were the few rather distant neighbors come to listen, not daring nearer 
positions thro' fear of breaking the song. 

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The three men did not talk much. The dim meadows and dark masses 
of hills, the whole night was filled with such rich harmony for them, that no 
one cared to speak. For many days one could imagine the peaceful landscape 
listening for a return of the sweet mystery that had dared to sing its own 
unsung song. 

Charles Foster. 

IRature's t)lnt0 for Color in Dress 

A MOST dainty butterfly, stripped in black and white, with two bright spots 
of scarlet on his wings. I stood watching him with admiration, when I heard 
behind me the good-natured voice of my colored cook, "Catch him, Miss Nannie, 
and bite off his head, and you will get a dress exactly like him." 

I laughed, of course, as I was meant to do, at this specimen of darkey 
lore, but her words set me a thinking. What a charming dress it would be, 
black and white stripped silk, with trimmings of black, and just a touch of 
scarlet to give it distinction and style, a scarlet velvet collar perhaps, or a knot 
of scarlet among the laces at the breast. It would certainly be very chic, and 
Frenchy, although the model was a plain American butterfly. 

My New England home is far from fashionable dressmakers, or large stores, 
but very near to Nature's Pageantry, the flowers and the birds. Why not go 
to them for my spring opening, for hints in my summer wardrobe, in the 
matter of color at least, and so get my pretty frocks from the butterflies, even 
while leaving their poor little heads on their shoulders. The lovely lunar moth 
might furnish me with a ball dress, a delicate green, trimmed with pale yellow 
chiffon. My traveling and street dress should be of the soft graduated browns 
you see on a partridge wing. I confess my soul longs for a wrapper, just 
the shades of red and pink I find in my geranium bed, only I am afraid they 
would laugh at me if I took two flowers to the store to match, and I should 
not dare to trust my own eye when I came to combining red and pink. I 
would rather let nature do it for me. 

Then my hats; what hint could I find for tlie color of these? Have you 
ever noticed how almost invariably the heads of birds are darker than the rest 
of their bodies, thus making them look smaller and more elegant? Take your 
hint from this and never wear a hat lighter than your costume. If this is white 
then the hat may be white also, and you will look as fresh and cool as the 
little white garden butterfly. 

But I do not mean to furnish a list of instances, only suggest to you an 
amusing and profitable occupation for idle summer hours, to make Nature help 
you to look like her flowers and birds, and give you some of her wonderful 
hints for color in dress. L. L. 

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Sprino Uime— iFantasfe 

WitEN the sun has gone to its farthest point in the soutli, and after a few- 
days of hesitation has conchided to return and the days begin to leno-tiien, there 
comes into the early morning air a certain quahty of light, a delicate smell, 
that tells of the coming of spring. The willow trees assume a warmer color 
and the arbutus sheds its fragrance through the spring woods. 'Tis then the 
blustering March roars before the portals of the spring, lest some aged trunks 
of trees or decrepit part of humanity should enter into the new spring. Even 
into the month of April the Dogs of March make excursions, leaving the door 
of winter wide open ; and puffs of sleet and snow follow for the venturesome 
early flowers. 

There are always certain sunny nooks in the woods where the Ilepaticas 
arrive earliest, and among the hundreds of "Liverwort" blossoms, one or two 
tussocks that are most perfect. As the sun shines on them the stamens throw 
shadows like the shadows of eyelashes, and the flowers have a kind of startled 
look like timorous deer. Then arrives the cautious Bloodroot with its green coat 
drawn over its ears, and the sun must be very warm before it spreads out its 
beautiful white cup filled with gold. 

We used to dig the Hepaticas from the sleeping mountain's side in February, 
and tempt them to blossom in the house, reminding one of the portion taken 
from the sleeping Adam's side, which has blossomed into so many beautiful 
flowers. Like a great dragon the sandstone crops through the earth and along 
its thin lips are lines of vSaxifrage that take each other by the hands and dance 
along the wrinkles of the stone, like the Fra Angelico Angels. 

Then arrive the tufts of Columbine, and regiments and armies of Adder's 
Tongues and Dutchman's Breeches, and the wild Anemone, Thalictrum Anctn- 
onoides, which is perhaps the loveliest flower that God ever created. WIio 
can look at it and not think that God is very good, so much better than some 
of his bungling interpreters would have us believe. The Anemone is like Mozart 
turned into a flower, — there is the daintiness of a young girl and the saintli- 
ness of an old lady. They tell a story of Courbet, the artist, who visited 

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another artist, a German. The two visited the galleries ; but unable to talk 
each other's language, their feelings had to be expressed by signs. When they 
arrived at a fine picture, they nodded, and winked, shook hands, and slapped 
each other on the back. In the same way there are no words to describe the 
Anemone. There they are on their fragile little stems, God bless them! "And 
so gentle reader" consider yourself shaken by the hand, winked at, and slapped 
hard on the back, and then we will both understand. 

Over the damp meadows the sheets of Bluets look like drying clothes. The 
Violets are here again, and the Dandelion has returned from its voyage to the 
center of the earth, where it renews its fire ; it shoulders its way tiirough the 
sod and spreads out its fountain of gold in the warm sun. 

There are those who think the Blue birds go south in the winter. But we 
know better — the Blue bird goes up to heaven, and there renews the color of 
his wings ; and his little song like a halo, which he repeats as though striving 
to recall more, is a refrain that was learned in paradise. Against the cold 
March skies, the roaring winds, and bare trees, the Blue bird sings his song 
of hopefulness and love — the refrain that was learned in paradise. 

My White Birches are beginning to awake, — the nuns among the trees. 
But no, for in autumn they are dressed in gold. It is said the winter com- 
plained it had no trees to carry the tradition of winter through the summer, 
and pointed to the Evergreens which carry their summer green into the winter. 
Then nature gave the winter the White Birch, and these are the daughters of 
the snow. And the primitives were so convinced of this story, they would 
lean against the White Birches to keep cool in the hot weather. Did you never 
notice the shiver that passes over the summer flowers when they see a White 
Birch > 

A very old lady used to tell us "there was one thing that never grew 
old, and to which she always looked forward with renewed enthusiasm, — the 
coming of spring." Perhaps we are much duller than we think, or we would 
not need the lesson every year that there is a wider circle than a year and 
its spring time is the resurrection, and its summer the reunion in paradise. 

R. B. B. 


If the exhibition of pictures that I saw in the Philadelphia Academy two 
weeks ago, was a sample of what there was to be seen at the Paris Exposition 
of nineteen hundred, I am sorry I missed it. It was not until I had been 
through the galleries, that I realized the truth of what had been told me, by 
other painters, of the strength of the work of the American painters on this 
side of the water. After seeing that exhibition, I should think that those of 
my countrymen who have been living abroad in order that they might steep in 
the much advertised "artistic atmosphere" would hastily pack camp stool and 
easel, and return to the land in which the landscapes by George Innes, Homer 
Martin, Ben Foster, H. W. Ranger, and William M. Chase were painted. 

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And those portraits! How they did hum. I hope they will be a lesson 
to the unfortunates, who have paid out hundreds of dollars for bad portraits 
with French names attached. The daily papers tell us from time to time of 
the fortunes reaped from Maine to California by some Frenchman who has 
long since passed his prime, and appears in the middle West on a dollar- 
hunting expedition, with the perfect assurance that his worst work will be cheer- 
fully paid for, if it bears his name. The owner will point with pride to his 
three thousand dollar jobs, while the old Frenchman laughs in his sleeve at the 
easy mark, and looks for another. But the next generation will turn the picture 
to the wall. The third will destroy it. 

I saw a Bunce that did my heart good. It was a moonlight, low in tone, 
rich in color, and painted as only a master and a poet can paint. He has 
got more sentiment on those few feet of canvass than most painters of Venice 
get into their life's work. Fortunately Bunce is a man who received recognition 
early in life, and is appreciated by both connoisseur and artist, and t!ie painters 
of two continents take oft" their hats to Bunce's color. 

The portrait of M. Flagg by Robert Brandegee, was well hung and looked 
the masterful piece of painting that it is. Though mellowed in tone it is as 
fresh in color as the day it was painted, and has more of the old master quality 
than any portrait in the exhibition. 

George DeForest Brush's portrait of his family is an example of what an 
American painter can do in the way of portraits when he gives his mind to 
it. The portrait contains three people. The artist has produced a painting 
that is of value as a picture and of double value as a picture and a family 

But wliat is the use — all these things will straighten themselves. We all 
like to do a little kicking now and then, but reform in art will have to 
come as slowly as reform in politics, and it is a comfort to feel that the time 
will come, when all paintings will be weighed by their artistic value alone, 
and the price that is paid for them, and the name of the painter, will take their 
just place. ^Y_ q 

The next big display of pictures will be the Spring Exhibition of the 

Academy of Design. — It opens April first. This is usually an important 

exhibition as the painters display the finished work made from the sketches 
of the summer before. 

The students of the Art Society of Hartford are preparing for their annual 
exhibition which takes place in April. They have had the advantage of 
twelve lessons in painting under the instruction of \V'^illiam M. Cliase of 
New York. 

pan Btiierican 

The Pan American Exposition will have within its walls the finest exhibition 
of paintings ever brought together in America, with possible exception of the 
collection that went to Chicago. The American exhibition will surely be ahead 
of the American exhibition at the World's Fair, for, the last ten years has 

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brought forward many new men and the work of the older men has grown 
and advanced. It is interesting to know that both Mr. Sargent and Mr. 
Whistler — the two strongest American painters living abroad — will exhibit in 
the American display, though unquestionably, both men will have strong induce- 
ments to send their work with that of England and France, and it is not 
unlikely that Mr. Whistler, in true Whistleresque fashion, will send a picture 
with each of the three exhibits. Would that he might send one from every 
country on the globe and a few from Mars! Surely a man unbound by 
country, school, class, or period, should not have to conform to the rules of 
any exhibition. But then, — there need be no fear. Another treat that 
picture lovers are hoping to find at the Pan American is a picture, or pic- 
tures by Albert Pinkham Ryder, one of the greatest and least known of American 
painters. Mr. Ryder seldom exhibits, and is known to but a small circle outside 
the painters. Space is too limited to even suggest the great promise of this 
exhibit, and the pictures will be but a small part of the art department of the 
Exhibition. The sculpture will be a great feature — all the well known American 
sculptors will be represented, and many of the most noted French, 

There will be a wonderful exhibit of pottery and fine china collected from 
all over the world. As a whole, the exhibition will be free from many of 
the clap-trap entertainments found within the grounds of the World's Fair. 

The Pan American Exhibition is the first in the East and many who 
could not consider the one in Chicago, or think of Paris, will be able to turn 
this summer's vacation into a ten days' jaunt to Buffalo. The trip from New 
York over the Lackawanna Railroad takes one day and costs only six dollars 
each way, — and in Buffalo, as elsewhere, one can make their expenses almost 
what they wish. L. B. G. 

3600ft motea 

Ovcrlieard in a Garden, by Oliver Herford, is a small volume of verse 
intended to make you laugh, and nothing more, unless you have the habit of 
committing all such things to memory for the entertainment of others. The 
illustrations are by the author. Some of the figures are very charming indeed 
and suggest a strength much greater than is found in the verse, also a regret 
that the writer's long habit of being funny could not be thrown over. How- 
ever dainty the idea, frequently expressed charmingly, the joke is certain to 
assert itself sooner or later. This is what he calls "Moonstruck." 

I watched the moon let down her hair 

In ripples on the sea. 
She loosed each diamond pin with care 

And stuck it carefully 
In the dark pin-cushion of sky. 
"Ah, wow," I said, "I know the why 

And wherefore of the stars. 
I always used to think at night. 
To see them shine, they were the light 

Of seraphim's cigars. 
Now I have learned and none too soon, 
They are the hairpins of the moon." 

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The two-volume work, " The Tangtsc Valley and Bevoitd," by Mrs. Bird 
Bishop, gives as clear and entertaining an account of a large area of China as 
any work upon that country. There are others more exhaustive certainly, and 
possibly keener and truer in their theories as to China's future ; but this traveler 
with her English frenzy for seeing and telling what she sees, is most enter- 
taining and instructive. There is a certain amount of questioning as to the 
country's fate, and tiie English enthusiasm for figures; but its attractiveness lies 
chiefly in a straightforward presentation of the country and its people's appear- 
ance. Just the way to begin a study of any country or people. It is a fine 
ground-work for deeper study of a land, a foundation one must lay in order to 
follow the outcome of a subject that is to become a dominating one. Mrs. Bishop 
is singularly free from the tyrannising prejudices of most English writers upon 
similar subjects. She has traveled enough, apparently, to have really developed 
a just perception of things. She discusses the missions, opium, and Chinese 
business methods as they might be dealt with by commissions of appointed 
experts. There is one British characteristic in the writer that cannot be pounded 
out. This is her delight in being pounded. Tiie more slie is beaten and abused, 
the more serene and enthusiastic siie becomes. This eccentric temperament is 
absolutely necessary to civilization of course. But we don't fully realize it. 
The book is illustrated by good photographs. Its type is large and good and 
the work can be found at the village library. C. F. 

New books come out in families nowadays. The historical novel is an example, 
and that group of books that makes us familiar with the wild flowers and the 
native trees and the wild life not far from our own homes. Perhaps the best 
known writer of these nature books is John Burroughs. lie does not strive 
after efl'ects, but his style is like the clear atmosphere through which we observe 
his pets. He has told us much about bird life, and now in his attractive book 
Sqiiirrels and Other Furbearers, he tells us about the furry folks, until we 
long to look them up in their own haunts. What a summons to early spring 
walks, is this; "The first chipmunk in March is as sure a token of spring 
as the first blue bird or the first robin, .... When I hear the little Downy 
Woodpecker begin his spring drumming then I know the chipmunk is due. He 
cannot sleep after that challenge of the woodpecker reaches his ear. What a 
clean, pert, dapper, nervous little fellow he is. How fast his heart beats as 
he stands up on the wall by the roadside and with hands spread out upon his 
breast regards you intently." .... Apparently the first thing he does is to go 
courting, for we know that "In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to 
thoughts of love." What pains would not one take to see the fox, "agile and 
graceful, loping along like a plume borne b}' the wind, or like a large red 
thistledown," or to watch the ''remorseless, subtle, fearless weasle, with its round, 
thin ears, its prominent glistening bead-like e}-es, and the curving, snake-like 
motions of head and neck," or the "frolicsome and loquacious squirrel at home 
in his woods." When Burroughs loses sight of the animals themselves, he 
can read us tragic stories from their tracks in the snow. His book teaches 
observation, inspires with keen interest, and gives new meaning to quiet country 
life. ' M. R. J. 

The following books have been added to the library recentlv : Life and 
Letters, Thomas Henry Huxley, 2 vols. In the Desert, G. Ebers. Lord 
Macauley's Essays. The Influence of Christ in Modern Life, Newell Dwight 
Hillis. The Romance of Ludwig II., Frances Gerard. Memories of the 
Tennysons, Rev. H. D. Rawnsley. Eben Holden. Up from Slavery, B. T. 

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IBQlorfting (Birls' Clubs 

Miss Dodge, a former pupil of Miss Porter's School, is now a recognized authority on Girls' 
Clubs. This is a inovenient arousing more and more interest, one which we in Farmington have 
lately begun to consider. By request Miss Dodge has kindl3' sent to The Farmington Magazine 
the statement of a few of the principles undcrh-ing the well known Girls' Clubs in New York, the 
prosperity and influenceof which are so largelj' due to her great interest and wisdom. Ed. 

A PRODUCT of recent years, clubs for busy girls stand for distinct purposes, 
and have had great influence in developing sisterhood among young women. 

Those represented in the New York Association of Working Girls' Clubs 
have for motto words, co-operation, self-government, self reliance. Character 
defines their life. 

"Not the money but the brains of it" suggest their interest. The clubs are 
in no convenient rooms, have great struggles to accomplish results and do not aim 
at large membership. Appreciation, loyalty, love are however felt, and the words 
"We, Us and Company" express a great deal to each member. 

Every phase of busy girl is in the Company, but those who are called at 
times the girls or women of leisure or culture are often the busiest of all, and 
recognize that while they inherited certain good things, their fellow-members 
have secured from life and discipline qualities of character and an insight into 
duty rarely given to the more favored members. All gain from each other 
ideas and impulses which tell not only on personal lives but also on neighborhoods 
and great movements. 

The obligations and advantages of members are as follows : They must be 
over fourteen years of age, pay an initiation fee and monthly dues of twenty- 
five cents. 

The advantages are: Free use of rooms, library, piano and writing materials; 
privilege of consulting the Club Plij'sician ; access to Musical Drill, Lectures, 
Talks and Entertainments, Sewing and Embroidery Classes, and Penny Provident 
Fund. By paying class fee, they have the privilege of joining Dressmaking, 
Cooking, Millinery, School Extension, and other pay classes. 

Practical talks are valuable features, dealing as they do with every day 
subjects. A leader is selected, and her duty is simply to bring out the ideas 
of those gathered together, and to aid them in focusing their thoughts, either 
in a verbal summary or a written paper, longer or shorter. 

The Association or combined organization of Clubs has its three Holiday 
Houses, and the Summer gives opportunity for vacations and outings. 

The Mutual Benefit Fund is an organization to provide for its members in 
case of illness or death. 

The Junior Clubs are for j'ounger girls, while the Domestic Circle draws to 
its afternoons, members who have married, and who still desire club opportunities. 

Work for poorer, sadder people is gladly undertaken, and hundreds of little 
children as well as sick people are made happy by the side organizations planned 
by busy girls to bring cheer and gladness to others. 

Statistics are rarely collected for they tell little of a movement which means 
"everything" to those enjoying the dear old Clubs. Members gladly share their 
good times and still more gladly help others start similar societies. 

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There has been farmed a combination composed of the Associations in New York. 
Brooitlyn, Pennsylvania, Massachusetts, Connecticut, and Ohio, under the title of 
National League of Women Wage Earners. The Secretary is Miss C. C. Wilkinson, 
807 James Street, Syracuse, New York, who gladly sends data relating to the work. 
The League publishes monthly Tlic Club Worker. 

Grace IL Dodge. 

The Village Girls' Club of Farmington started without a definite organiza- 
tion and with the simple idea of bringing the girls together for healthy amusement. 
Finding that the reverse of the adage "all work and no play," produced' among 
girls if not dullness, a like satiety, classes in dressmaking, singing, embroidery 
and dramatics were formed. 

If a full treasury, a large membership, with an average attendance of one- 
half, and growing interest, proves success, the Club has certainly been a success. 
It is the hope of the originators that another year will prove that the Club 
is here to stay, that it will grow into an organization with high practical aims, 
working towards a definite end. The experiences of this year will aid in de- 
termining such aims and such an end. 

Mary I. Potter. 

IDUIaoc IHotcs 

To-DAY there is a great deal said about the necessity of making the school 
room a place of beauty. In our outlying district schools, the teachers have made a 
beginning in that direction but need help and encouragement to carry it further. 
The bareness of the barrack room has prevailed in the past; this is not good for 
little children, who drink in unconsciously all beauty within reach. To brighten 
such disheartening surroundings will be a pleasure, we are sure, to all. Those 
who have either pictures or casts or any contributions for the schools in the 
Waterville, East Farms and Scott's Swamp districts may send them to our Acting 
School Visitor, Miss Eleanor Johnson. 

Before one of the teachers at Miss Porter's school left Farmington and America 
for a life work among tlie people of her native land, she gave to the middle 
district school a plaster cast in relief of a most spirited group of men and horses 
— which must inspire the quick and cannot fail to stir the most sluggish in 
some dim way. 

The yearly miracle of spring, its coming proclaimed by the bluebird more 
than a month back, is fast working its wonders. From the frozen ground of our 
Village Green is starting the earnest of hidden wealth. Nature will soon prove 
to us in a velvet lawn, and a riot of blooms, that the time, care and money 
devoted to making this waste place blossom has not been thrown away. 

At this feast the eight foot skeleton of wire fence at the south will be clothed 
with dozens of yellow, white and red ramblers, with honeysuckles, wistarias, 
trumpet flowers and Virginia creepers. Sheltered by the evergreens at the corners, 
the rhododendron and laurel blossoms will flash upon us from the partial gloom, 
while from the open, other shrubs will give freely of their color and fragrance to 
all who but glance their way. 

Comfort as well as beauty is in the measure of this gift to us. A rustic 
arbor, with seats and a light under the roof for dark hours, will be erected in 
the center of the Green. Back of it will stand the Town Pump, a reproduction 
of the Salem Town Pump immortalized by Hawthorne. This will give for the 
drawing a draught not to be surpassed by that from the automatic faucet ot any 
city ice-tank. 

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Our gratitude is due, not only to the one who gave us the Green with an 
income for its perpetual preservation, but also to those who have given so freely 
of their thought and time, in suggestion and supervision, to carry out the idea 
of the donor. 

It belongs to us, this beautiful Village Green. If the children of our Village 
once realize that with the possession comes the responsibility to preserve its beauty, 
once realize that it belongs to us all instead of " to nobody," tlieir delight in it is 
sure to be doubled and no hand will be put out to pull a blossom that belongs to 
fifteen hundred other people. M. D. B. 

Ifarmington Dillagc Street in 1802 

In the handwriting of Gov. Treadwell, and evidently designed as a part of 
his History of Farmington^ occurs the following : 

"The Town Street for about one mile in the center is built upon the declivity 
of the East Mountain as it descends towards the meadow. The south end of the 
street runs just at the foot of the mountain. The north end is at the break of 
the mountain on the road leading to Hartford. In this limit there are about one 
hundred dwelling houses and about fifty stores, shops and offices. The houses at 
each end are somewhat scattered, but in the center they are much more contiguous. 
All except one are built of wood and some of them may be styled elegant and all 
convenient. They are in general kept in good repair, although some have been 
erected more than 100 years." 

A Schoolgirl of to-day, in an essay, thus describes our village street, the 
street of Governor Treadwell's time : 

"The Main Street reminds me of a stately picture gallery, the tops of the 
arching elms forming the ceiling, their trunks the supporting columns, between 
which are the panels hung with the loveliest landscapes. These never remain the 
same, for Nature constantly retouches her canvasses aud so makes the exhibition 
more varied than any which man can show." 

^bc Je^itor's Slictcb*=16ooh 

One who recently heard a lecture by Mr. Elbert Hubbard, the Roycrofter, 
Disciple of William Morris, says : 

"It was very interesting. The general idea was that we should make more 
out of the material in our own towns. For instance, if we wish something original 
in the way of andirons, tongs, or any intricate iron work give the native blacksmith 
the work. In the same way demand anything in the way of fine wood work of the 
village carpenter. 

There always seems such a lot of ability running to waste for lack of 
executive capacity to set it flowing in the proper channels. Every town has its 
painters, its musicians, its writers, its orators ; let us keep our eyes wide open and 
especially see that the art element enters into the life and crafts of all our workmen. 

With art which is the creative faculty in man goes happiness. It should not be 
restricted to the rich ; we Americans are getting over our crude worship of riches." 

This leads directly to the thought of the value of manual training in the 
public schools. One may have all the artistic feeling in the world, but he 
must have technical knowledge along with it or his feeling goes for naught. 
It is only when the artist has mastered the rules governing the use of his 
materials, that he can disregard them and originate, — work out his own 
thought. Successful manual training in even the smallest and most remote 
district school ought to solve many problems of village life. 

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CHARLES S. MASON, jfloiiet, 

Farmington^ Conn, 

Roses, Carnations, Violets, and Chrysanthemums specialties. 
Pahns, Ferns, and other plants for decoration and for sale. 

Teleiilionc Conned ions 

ELMER P.. .\P.1'.PY. I). I».S. 


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American Beauties and Violets a specialty 






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Occupies a spacious section of our new ground- floor addition. 
It is separate and apart by itself, and it advances the most 
fashionable and exclusive stj^les and the most reliable qualities 
in Ladies' wear, including among the rest, 

Knox Hats ; Fisk, Clark & Flagg Shirtwaists ; Gloves, and Neckdressings. 

Clothiers .and Outfitters, Hartford. "It pays to buy our kind." 


We are the exclusive Hartford Agents for 
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That r<ni will he interestec] in. SOMinillSd SEW. 
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Onr Carpet, Rug, Wall Paper and Drapery^ Stocks. 

This store is a strong combination when it comes to carry out the task 
of furnishing homes. 

The Carpet aud Rug Department 

Offers a range of quaUties, patterns and prices that puts it nearest to your 
wants. We do tlie work of making and laying Carpets in a })rompt and well 
experienced manner. 

Wall Papers. 

There are some pi-etty large and good Wall Paper stocks in these New 
England States; therefore when we say that we have the largest aud best 
of them all, we lead you to expect a great deal of us. We warrant your 
greatest expectations. 

The Draperies. 

The Drapery question is most satisfactorily settled here. Every known 
fabric that concerns the art of Draping is here, and the execution of the 
work itself is done hj thoroughly experienced experts in this line. 

Linoleums, Oil Cloth, Mattings, Shades. 

The Chas. R, Hart Co., 

894-902 MAIN STREET, Leading Housefuknishers. 

Sage-.\lleu Building, Hartford, Conn. 

The Farmintrton Macrazine '>! 


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In Carbon or Platinum Pigments 

Are absolutely permanent. Vou know how unpleasant 
it is to find tbai photographs, for wliich you have paid 
even a olieap photographer, are slowly, but surely fading 
out. Yet many people still feel that any sort of a pic- 
ture—so long as it may be called a photograph — is 
bound to be satisfactory. But in the case of a dearly 
beloved father or mother, or son or daughter, or other 
near relative having passed beyond recall, the question 
of permanency in a photograph becomes a serious mat- 
ter. It /-s not 'hMcult to t>rocure i>hotograi)hs that will 
never faic. We know all the modern processes at our 
studio, and we strive also to make all our work highly 
artistic. Let us try to please yuu with an order. 

C. A. JOHNSTONE. Photographer, 

45 Pratt Street, - - . . Hartford, Conn. 

( Keception Room on ground floor.) 


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Grocers from all parts of the 
United States are acknowledg- 
as a rousing success. <^ Have 
you bought j'our crackers in 
this new stj'le package? It's 
really a great benefit for you to 
receive your crackers in a sealed 
package. They are not broken, 
they are exceptionally clear, — 
they keep much better in the 
most any other way and the 
prices are about the same as 
the bulk goods cost you. There 
are forty or fifty difl'erent kinds 
of crackers packed in this new 
style. Try a package. 

Red Cherries in 




25 CENTS. : When we are convinced of the 

; quality of any special article in 

p-L • : our stock, we talk, talk, talk 

wHOICC : aboiit it, until perhaps you tire 

To'hlo Atirtloc ; "^ seeing it brought np before 

XaDie AppicS. i you so many times. But when 

BALDWINS, RUSSETS.; you want that special article, 

„ ., , . ; and what vou have been using 

Bv the peck or dozen ; , . - -^ j .*. 

'^ ; does not just suit, dent you 

: think tlicre is a slight thought 

T)»pn/1 IPrippc i cast in the direction of our ad.? 

UlCctU. f 11000 I jg ^i,p,.e ^j|,g single thing you 

TJ aA 11 f>pf] : buy from your grocer that pro- 

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Large Loaves S cents. You will say: NO. We can sa\" 

Small Loaves 4 cents, i Try Ours— (OUR GOLD SEAL 

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T T r\ /^ requirements to the period. -A. 

I— I f T r \ I l\ 'letter eofl'ee never was brought 

11 I I I iN ^Y^ \ /I I i to the States. Price 40 cents a 
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WALTER GRIFFIN, 700 Main St., feartford, Conn. 

The old Elm Tree Inn, so familiar to all 
who have visited the well-known village of 
Farmington, is mounted above the Connecticut valley, and nestled 
among the ancient elms from which it gets its name. 

The Inn has lately been redecorated and renovated — modern 
improvements and luxuries have been added, but its yuaint pic- 
turesqueness and charming restfulness have all been retained. 

The long, old-fashioned rooms, with their huge open lire-places, 
over which hang the crane and kettle of by-goue days, take one 
back a century and a half. 

The sun-parlor is a new and special feature of the Inn. It is 
spacious, cosy, and flooded with sunlight — a room that has an 
irresistible charm on a winter's day. 

In a word, the Elm Tree Inn is a combina- 
tion of the quaint old inns of England with 
the addition of all the up-to-dateness of an 
American hotel. 

The livery is first claes. Hacks, Coupes, 
Victorias, Surreys, Buckboards, and Runa- 
bouts may be had on application. 

Table d' bote dinner at 6 o'clock. A la 
carte service with;private dining room, if de- 
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The Farmington Magazine will be issued the first day 
of each month. It will contain matters of interest to all 
who feel an interest in the village of Farmington, its people, 
its activities, and its surroundings,— its objects of artistic 
and historic value. 

Terms : 15 cents a single copy. 
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Vol. I. MAY, 190 1 No. 7 

Zbc jftrst; tfje Xast; anC> tbe Sequel 

The settlement at Farmington was commenced in such a desultory manner, 
and with so much dependence upon Hartford as the home, that many necessities 
were overlooked, and so, when death came among the little group of adventurers 
and claimed its first victim, no place had been provided for the burial of the 
dead. In this emergency the Indians, with a kindly spirit which they had before 
exhibited but which is seldom credited to them in historical works, came promptly 
to the white men and in effect said : Death has laid its heavy hand upon you, 
and you have no place prepared to bury your dead. Come to us; bury your dead 
with our dead ; they will sleep peacefully beside each other, and when the Great 
Spirit wants them. He will know where to find them. This kind invitation was 
promptly accepted, and the first dead white man of Farmington, clothed in the 
woolen habiliments prescribed by the laws of England, was coffined in the rude, 
straight-sided box in which the early colonists buried their dead, and borne to the 
Indian burial ground. There he was laid to rest among the Indian graves, beside 
many who had never seen a white man, who had never dreamed that an adven- 
turous people from a far away country across the wild waste of waters would 
invade the land of their birthright. 

In the bleak and dreary days at the waning of 1820, on the two hundredth 
anniversary of the landing of the Pilgrims at Plymouth, the Farmington church 
bell tolled forth a summons unique in the history of New England. 

In resonant tones that bell called upon the descendants from that first dead 
colonist, upon the descendants from the little group that bore their first dead to 
the Indian burial ground, and upon those who had since that time made a home 
at Farmington, to assemble and pay back that debt of gratitude incurred by the 
original settlers almost two hundred years before, when that little group accepted 
the Indians' invitation and bore their dead to the Indian burial ground and laid 
him to rest among the Red Men's graves. Obedient to that sonorous appeal, the 
people of Farmington assembled and stood with uncovered heads around the bier 
on which rested the inanimate form of the last full-blooded Indian of Farmington. 
The youthful minister, standing by that bier laden with the last representative of 
the aboriginal possessors of hill and dale, spoke words of kindly tenderness and 
sympathy. Then gently lifting their burden, the people bore the remains of that 
last Indian to the white man's burial ground and laid him to rest among the white 
men's graves ; as their progenitors had borne that first white dead man to the 
Indian's burial ground and laid him to rest among the Indian graves, with full 
assurance that when the Great Spirit wanted him he would know where to find him. 

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' A.e. tHe dea. o. .hat ... ^Ue ^^^ ^ .^^llrtt^::^ ^^ 
for a burial place. From t:me to ^>7;^f;7^,V"ound was so occupied by the 
the limit of expansion had been reached, --J^^' ^J^^^'l^ ^^ ^,,, ^Hhout en- 
.eneration. that had passed away that a ^^^^^IL, and bringing to light 
croaching upon the precincts ^^ ^^^^^^^^^^^ n .e'slry t^at Farmington should 
;^-:^r:^v:rrXa-r:mmittee was appointed to select a proper 
and suitable plot and prepare it for --P^^^^^ ,„„re than one, who 

Upon that commutee .-- « ^ ;;;;;^^;;, ^^n in the Indian ground, and 
knew the story of the bunal «/ ^^at hr^\ ^ ^^^.^^ i„ the white man's ground. 
who had taken part .n the ^unalo that last n ^^^ ^^^^.^^^ ^^^.^^ ^^^^^^ 

So when the suggestion was made that the s te o _^ ^^^ 

was most suitable and appropriate [-\'''' J'^^^veled and enclosed and made 
promptly accepted, the place secured, ^^^ ^^^^ f .f ^s preparation were care- 
Ldy for use. The Indian rehcs ^^f ^^J^^'^'^^^" ..^In'grave, over which 
full/ and tenderly gathered -^f^^^^^f .^^^ f ^e ^g a beautiful and appropriate 
a simple and becommg monument was P^^^*^' ^ ^ ^^^^.^^^ ^,^^ ^^^^ 

inscription; and thus this o^^ Indian bur al Pl-^' -'^ _ ,^ <^„„rse 

white man that died at Farmmgton, ''^'^^'^l'^; ^7 M IndL site obeyed the 
of time the man who had ^f ^J ^ ^^f ^t J tho'e oltime proprietors of the 
great call and was laid o rest amid the d st ^^^^ ^^.^ ^.^^ ^^^ 

land. The venerable -"-["/^^^X Iniin borne down with a weight of 

hopeful words '^^ f ^ ^""^ .^^nf Jr'^e ^vhich made him a venerable patriarch 
years, and wearied with a hfe-long service w ^^^^,^^ .^ ^^^^^^^ 

of the town, most of whose people he had bap^^ed > ^^^ ^^^^^ ^ 

and buried when dead, was -Hed^ - -^J^^^^^^ ^^^^^^^ ,, ,.as laid to rest 
loving hands to a grave in the beautiful "^^^ § 1^^,^^^ but were now 

amid the dust of a people who were on e the Id ot ^^^^^^^^ ^^^.^^ 

scattered abroad, their family ties broken and heir m ^^^^.^^.j^ 

the remnant were gathered, regardless ^^^^'"l^^JCds they once had owned, 
granted to them by the white men ^^o P -sed the land^^ ^y^^^ ^ ^^^_^. ^^^^_^ 

To-day, when the gnm King of Ter ors la>s F unhesitatingly 

household,' that kindly invitation of -0- than wo -t- e^ ^g^^ ^^^ ^^^ 

-^;^r k^t ^tr^of!:"^ -t r iS^Ked Men o^ for White Men. 

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TIlntrle^ Mings 

Nay, little bird, it is not grace. 

This timid flutter into space. 

But overhead, against the blue, 

In circles firm and swift and true, 

A robin flies. A year ago 

1 found his nest, I watched him grow. 

See with what ease he flies, he sings, 

Who once, like you, had untried wings. 

Laktitia Webster. 

Jforeign Disttors in jFarmington 

The Pilgrims were the first foreign visitors and perhaps were most un- 
welcome to the Indians whose hunting grounds, broad meadows and beautiful 
river they came to possess. Unlike the later visitors, they never went back to 
the place from which they came. Two centuries later there came to us from 
the depths of Africa those black sons of Mendi, and strange visitors they were, 
who walked our streets for many a month and then silently departed. When a 
boy, I came with others to see them and once heard their Chief, the heroic 
Cinc)uez, speak from a platform. Every word was in his native tongue but 
in voice, gesture and impassioned energy, the speech was most eloquent. Still 
later came young Japanese to be taught in our schools. Here and elsewhere 
they laid in stores of wisdom and went back to aid in making Japan 
what she is to-day. 

Less than twenty years ago some notable Chinese visited us; H. E. Cheng 
Tsao Ju and H. E. Chang Yen Iloon, Envoys from China to the United 
States. Mr. Cheng Tsao Ju was born in a small Chinese village and rose 
from poverty through scholarship to be the ruler of a great province and later 
to be Envoy at Washington. In the summer of 1883 he spent a few days 
in Farmington and during his stay was given an evening reception. He 
was delighted with his visit here and expressed himself greatly pleased to see 
the manner of life in a New England village, so different from the village in 
which he spent his own early life. He was a grave, serious man, trusted 
and respected at home and abroad. 

Mr. Cheng's greatest trouble in travelling was the spring-bed upon which 
he was everywhere expected to sleep at night. He had learned to put up 
with our cookery for a brief space, and to please the ladies would occasionally 
drink his tea with cream and sugar, but the wire mattress he could not and 
would not endure. The morning after his first night in Farmington it was 
found that he had rejected the luxurious couch which had been assigned to 
him, and calling in his interpreter and servant they brought in from the 
adjoining hall an old fashioned hard bottomed sofa and upon this he slept 

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with comfort while he remained. Mr. Cheng's valet had served in China 
- a c;valr, corps and was an .pert ho^ - -n he^e 

=."::; "^ " a";rea.-n:c. speed, his flow.g garments and pig-tail 

-T:i.^t:M::Lr ::^^r::g^:o-ir";z f sin the ..age who 

had a choic collection of Chinese vases and bowls. The tn.e passed plea - 
antly «n i our host handed to Mr. Cheng a curious Chinese bowl when h s 
r.nne suddenly changed from smiles and affability to constramt and ret.cence. 
We soon lef but wh:n we were fairly out of doors the Minister stopped^ 
We soon lett d ^^^^^^^ ^^^.^^^ ^^ ^,^^^^^^ I ^^,^1^ 

see ms ace ^ ^^_^^ ^^^^ j^^^.j ^^^ j^e Em- 

he u. e rne.t on s^ Te ^^^^^_^^^ _^ ^^_^^ ^ ^^^^^^ 

r S f^r ; " T le bXl oubtless wis one of thousands of precious 

iTtlcirtIrn bTt^e Eng'lish and French troops when they looted the summer 

''''^His''Ex:e;renc; Sg Yen Hoon, who succeeded Mr. Cheng as Minister 
from Chinrto this counfry, visited Hartford and ^^^^";:^:^^;Z 
durine his term. He was in most respects a contrast to h,s predecessor tor 
he was very gay, extremely fond of beautiful things, and spent h,s -ney reck^ 
iLTuloI them. His sLding at home >n Chinese scholarship was h:gh and 
hp wns reallv a brilliant man. 

A few If his friends in Farmington one autumn afternoon gave h.m a 
dinner at the Inn, and knowing his fondness for flowers, the tab e was abla e 
tTth them to his great delight. Some of the ladies present doubtless stdl 
Temembe the rich s'atins and brocades in which he was dressed, the cur.ous 
Ide'ing upon his thumb and the large pear shaped pear he -°-/" 1^^ 
oreheld Sometimes instead of the pearl he wore a splendid emerald set n 
dillnd; that the Empress Josephine had worn before hnn, he bought 

'" ^:t cL^.'wS ,nad:- Special Ambassador to ^ueen Victoria in the Jubilee 
Year Ind he was as popular in London as he had been in Washu.gton. On 
wlway home he stopped to see his friends in this country and was never 
mLe gay and brillian't' Little did he then think of the fate awa.ted 

'^■"u;on'^%eturn he was appointed a member of the Tsung-H-Yamen and 
was an earnest advocate for reforms in the Government of Chma and was a 
Teat admTre of western civilization. He incurred the bitter hatred of the 
antilogressive party but it was thought that the friendship of the grea 
vtero7Li would m'ake his life secure. But suddenly last sprmg he was 
Int into exile to a distant province and on his way thither he wadecap. 
tated one day in July. The order was m the name of the Emperor, 
doubtless the'bloody deed was the work of the cruel Empress Dowager. 

David W. Bartlett. 

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a IDrv in IRctreat 

The most interesting days of the whole year have passed with few to 

Z 7 1 T^ ''^'"■'" '^'"'- ^^'^ ^"'■'^ '"''"' °" ««'"- house-cleaning and 
suddenly bethought ourselves too late. Last year these days happened to be 
leisure days - a dressmaker had disappointed us -and vexed about our "disar- 
ranged plans, we suddenly resolved to take a day for the woods And 
because one needs a mind at leisure from itself to be in harmony with nature 
and to read its sign language, we resolutely put away all household perplex' as well as the advice of our family. "How foolish you are," spoke its 
united voices. "There are no wild flowers so early in the year and every- 
thing will be wet and cold. Stay home and look at the crocuses " 

Gardens lack the sweet spontaniety of nature, they make you think of 
the hot house and the gardener, so into the woods we went. They were 
cold and bare and still, not a bird song, not a rustling branch. The leaves 
were lying just where the winter storms had laid them, and were sodden 
with the early spring rains. Silently we seated ourselves and tried to get 
into the spirit of things about us. It was the spirit of anticipation. When 
the winter sleep began, the woods had much the same aspect, and the air 
was exhilarating, but its life-stirring breezes awakened none of the sleeping 
things. In this early April morning, this hush before the wakin.^, we felt 
that the sleepers were stirring. We seemed to enter with them in'o the joys 
of expectation. There was an electrical feel in the air, that as it stirred 
now and then, thrilled us with the sense that something wonderful was about 
to take place. We held our breath almost, and looked keenly about and 
listened intently to catch the promise of that May loveliness that rushes into 
full bloom. 

Perhaps at clay break some bird song had touched the silence, but it must 
have died away soon while the bird flew from the cold, leafless boughs to 
some sunny garden. But we saw a first fruit of the general resurrection. A 
gleam of color in the distance attracted us and there, framed in the brown 
leaves and looking like a bit of the violet flush of dawn, was a tiny Hepat- 
ica. Her clear eye seemed to say, "I too am waiting, I shall not be long 
alone." She was the first to turn our faith into sight, and there was a 
dignity in her solitary loveliness that made a deep impression upon us. She was 
the voice of the leafless trees, of the awe inspired birds. Only a breeze now 
and then, like the flower, whispered of the general awakening. As the sun 
rose high, we had a glimpse of a tender tint of green in the tree tops far 
above us where the sunshine warmed them, then some reddened branches con- 
trasted with the brown, and again where the dead leaves had been disturbed, 
some tendrils pale but alive lifted tiny half closed leaves to the light. 

Surely in our day's retreat to which we had betaken ourselves, much had 
been revealed to us that was inspiring and restful, and we rose superior for 
the time to petty cares and with a fresh view of the truer proportions of 
things. AI. R. J. 

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Zbc Ubrusb ffamtl? 

i„g into flood, of song. It may Kerned . w.ld dream, 
' '"perLap. that tar distant ancestor of the birds ntay have had musical 
..pir'oTthat ha,e .een handed do„„ -fj'.^^^^/^r't if, T J^^ 
r/h rZr-'Cen:r:^ ^^ t m^r oM,, .ichedness the sonnd 


Tot a ong. All those birds which resemble the snakes wUh ong necks, the 

"-.rgitttt r is'^^rr tre\m"aTe:\rrr w::f, .ho .... 

near hfea th. If we were only really wise, as Hiawatha was, and could 
know whi: the birds had to say, we would learn many tradU.ons that may 
have been handed down since the creation among the birds. 

But the real gift of song seems to have been given to the Thrushes 
Among them is found the poetical Wood Thrush, and that genius among the 
vT thrMockine Bird But perhaps the most natural place to begin to 
wHte b ut h Ihrushes is wfth the Robin. All the young Robins have 
The spotted vest so characteristic of the Thrush family, spots that are not 
unlike medals, or decorations that nature gives her meister singers. The Song 
Sparrow has a large medal of this kind which is worn carelessly in the 

'^"ThelobrnsTr'e in Farmington early in March and immediately take 
possessfon of the town. Hopping across the lawn they give three hops and 
then stand still as though lost in thought profound. 

Oh jolly Robin, lost within the grass. 
Thy bosom heaves above the swelling green. 
And all about thy little round eye keen 

Sees, if a creature pass. 

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Soon he begins to build liis ''adobe nest," which is placed anywhere. 
I found a nest under some rushes in the pasture, probably that of an old 
bird or a bird that had been wounded, and its faithful mate was quite con- 
tent to change her usual habits. Sometimes there is a pure white Robin or 
a case of melanism. But we all know them best with their brown f^rey 
backs and dull red breasts. The English Robin is only half the size of the 
American Robin. 

I have taken the eggs of our Robin and placed them in the Wood 
Thrush's nest, and the Wood Thrush was considerably surprised when the 
young Robins hatched. The Wood Thrush opened his large poetical eye when 
he saw the young Robins eat fish worms, — eat their own weight in good solid 
fish worms each day ; but the appetite of singers is always healthy. We all 
know of cases when Prima Donnas were unable to sing because of too much 
indulgence in eating. 

It is difficult to write anything but verses about the Wood Thrushes. 
There is an indescribable sweetness and richness in their notes that touches 
some chord in the human heart. Through the damp dripping woods they let 
fall two or three globules of song filled with the spirit of solitude, like the 
cry of a lost Dryad. 

How a few quiet notes can express the great depths of the forest, the 
growing of the ferns and wild flowers and all the mystery of the woods, is 
hard to understand. But I suppose that is the Wood Thrush's life. As he 
sits on his nest, he sees the trees waving above him, the wild flowers grow- 
ing in the ledges, the Squirrel, the Fox, the Bees; and this is the book that 
the Thrushes have learned for a million years. 

The Brown Thrush or Brown Thrasher is the largest of the Thrush fam- 
ily and has all the characteristics of the Thrushes in the most intense form ; 
he is like a typical Yankee among Yankees. As he flies he looks like a 
long streak of cinnamon, and his vest is spotted and streaked and his sharp 
eye and long bill are a terror to evil doers. His wild eye has the gleam of 
a soldier of fortune, of a wandering knight, — and many are his battles with 
the Black Snake. The Brown Thrush advances to battle with his wing held 
over himself like a shield. What daring! We are reminded of St. George 
fighting the dragon. With his long sharp bill the Brown Thrush strikes the 
snake and buffets him with his wings until, thoroughly alarmed, the enemy 
slinks away hastily into the cover of the swamp. When all is over the 
Brown Thrush mounts to the top of a low tree and pours forth a hymn of 
victory, or he retires to his castle or nest in the thorn bush. There is his 
mate who has anxiously watched the combat. There are the precious eggs 
or the tender young. 

Much might be written about the Hermit Thrushes. They nest farther 
north, but are very common during the migrating season. No little brook 
is perfect in summer without the Water Thrush. There is a tendency of 
late years to subdivide families so that any Thrush may go to sleep in the 
Thrush family, and wake up one of the Accentors. The Oven Bird or Golden 
Crowned Thrush, as he is designated in the older ornithologies, looks like a 


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real Thrush. He has the spotted breast and is so generally interesting, we 
will count him a Thrush this time. Most of his life is spent on the ground 
rustling among the leaves, or on the lowest limbs of trees. The Oven Bird, 
or Golden Crowned Accentor, makes a curious nest hidden away in the dry 
leaves on the ground and arched above like an oven with the entrance facing 
the south. When it is finished the Oven Bird walks with mincing steps, and 
looks at the nest critically like an artist. This nest is so hidden it might 
never be found were it not for the antics of the mother bird, for when 
flushed she rolls over and over on the ground, feigning to be wounded to 
lure us from the nest, but instead of following, we search and find the little 
home hidden under the dried leaves. 

It is said that there is only one place in New England, (an out of the 
way corner of Maine.) that the Cat Bird does not visit. Who has not seen 
the Cat Bird's nest in the mysterious depths of some thick growing bush, 
with its dark blue green eggs? But it is not everyone who knows that 
the Cat Bird is one of our most beautiful songsters. They are said to be 
the most sympathetic of birds, and to be so plentiful that should they all 
migrate together they would darken the sky. There seems to be a prejudice 
against the Cat Bird because of his dress, — probably people feel there must 
have been some crime or nature would not have put the Cat Birds in mourn- 
ing forever, although in human life some have to act as backgrounds for 
others, — or it may be the cat call disturbs those who dislike Cats. The Cat 
Bird and the Brown Thrasher have great powers of mimicry somewhat after 
the manner of their great relation, the Mocking Bird. 

The Mocking Bird probably surpasses every bird in the world for variety 
of song, for not only is his own song beautiful but in his imitation of all 
the other birds he surpasses the originals. He takes up a simple theme, and 
as Robert Burns transformed the lays of Scotland, or as Beethoven could im- 
provise on a simple air, the Mocking Bird will develop the humble songs of 
the little Sparrows into a long concerto. It is a pity the Mocking Bird 
rarely comes as far north as Connecticut, although there are records of an 
occasional nest in Springfield, Massachusetts. 

Very little has been said about the Tawny Thrush, or the Veery, or the 
Grey -cheeked Thrush, or the Olive -backed Thrush, but this article does not 
pretend to be any more than a little talk about the Family TurdidcB. 

R. B. B. 


Ibans "toolbeln 

In the year 1497 Hans Holbein was born in the city of Augsburg. His 
father, his grandfather on his mother's side, and his uncles were all artists 
or decorators. There seems to have been a family Holbein tree that blos- 
somed in Hans Holbein, "The Younger," not unlike the record of the 
Bach family in music which flowered with Sebastian Bach. The father of 
our Holbein took his sons, Hans and Ambrosius, into his own studio and all 
three worked together at all kinds of painting. It is easy to believe that 
they were taught in the most painstaking manner after the old method 
of the German School. There must have been a drawing of Leonardo da 

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Vinci's hanging on the studio wall, which the young pupils were taught to 
view with admiration. 15ut who can explain why Hans from the very 
first, though the youngest, drew so much better than the others? One might 
use Hans Holbein's career as a striking illustration of the saying: " See'st 
thou a man diligent in his business, he shall stand before kings, he shall not 
stand before mean men." The number of kings and queens that Holbein 
painted was large, and before that other aristocracy, the lovers of the fine 
arts, Hans Holbein stands forever. 

Hans Holbein had that peculiar mixture of qualities that makes the great 
painter, intensely practical and realistic with the poetic sense combined. We 
see so many painters who are endowed with one or the other of these qual- 
ities but rarely the two together. Perhaps Rembrandt was the most remark- 
able example of the perfect union of these opposite qualities. 

Out of the hard shell of the early German school Holbein emerged and 
developed into the wonderful artist that we know. Among the greatest draughts- 
men the world has ever produced, certainly Hans Holbein stands one of 
the first. It was not the manner in which he drew the hands, though that 
gives him this honor, for he never seems to have really understood a 
hand. But who can rival him, when we come to one of his portraits, 
in the setting of the eyes in the sockets, the attachment of the nose to 
the brow, the end of the nose with its nostrils, and the delicate play of 
form about the mouth, — or perhaps most remarkable, his power of draw- 
ing the contour of a cheek apparently with one stroke of the pencil. And 
when he arrives at the draperies he seems to have gathered himself together 
and drawn them so completely as to surpass everyone unless it be Raphael. 

But after all these things are said and more that are matters that only 
an artist can tiioroughly appreciate, this great accuracy, t his painstaking, 
faithful care, would not have made Holbein one of the great portrait painters 
had he not also had that special gift of giving honestly the character and 
expression. Holbein and Velasquez seem to have seen the real man through 
his clothes, whereas Vandyke with all his powers, was never quite as honest 
as a portrait painter should be. But with Holbein, his faces look out at us 
as one of the most truthful records of the middle ages. Here we see the 
real people of the 16th century, people who lived in turbulent times, thought- 
ful people, with a prospect of martyrdom always near, with the uncontrolled 
plague crawling around upon the earth. 

How little is known of Holbein's life. He made a voyage to England 
with letters of introduction from Erasmus. He drew and painted the nobility. 
He died of the plague. We know very little about his life, but his work 
stands forever as a peculiar record of honesty and faithfulness. 

Perhaps the serious people whom he lived among may have influenced 
him to some extent, for are not the fine arts a satire or a glory for the 
age in which they live? E. L. 

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38oof^ IRotes 

It is less corruption, or heartlessness of Russian officialdom, than tyranny 
of routine, convictions atrophied by environment, upon which Tolstoy turns 
his artillery in Resurrection. 

With all the courage of genius, secure eminence, and probably the feeling 
that his life work is approaching its end, nothing daunts him. Then with the 
knowledge that his books are read by thinking people in every corner of the 
earth, that he has nothing to lose or fear, he must realize that each criticism 
he makes must tell for or against his mission. The effect upon his own country, 
especially, must be enormous. His daring must command the admiration of 
those whom he attacks even. Prisons nor excommunications can deprive such 
a mind of its sense of liberty. His freedom from tradition, dogma, reverence 
for high positions — schemed for and won; his great Christianity — standing 
solidly on both feet — transcending all conventionality, here is a free man. 

He describes a certain room : 

"There was the Icon, emblem of hypocrisy. The Emperor's portrait, 
emblem of servility." 

Then a church official : 

"The position occupied by Toporoff, involving as it did an incongruity of 
purpose, could only be held by a dull man devoid of moral sensibility. Toporoff 
possessed both these negative qualities. The incongruity of the position he 
occupied was this : It was his duty to keep up and to defend, by external 
measures, not excluding violence, that church which, by its own declaration, 
was established by God himself and could not be shaken by the gates of hell 
nor anything human. This divine and immutable God-established institution had 
to be sustained and defended by a human institution — the Holy Synod, man- 
aged by Toporoff and his officials. Toporoff did not see this contradiction, nor 
did he wish to see it, and he was therefore much concerned lest some Romish 
priest, some pastor, or some sectarian should destroy that church which the 
gates of hell could not conquer." 

A young woman is unjustly condemned to four years banishment to Siberia. 
Prince Nekhludoff accuses himself of the responsibility for her vicious career of 
ten years, and decides to devote his life to her saving resurrection. The 
author's sorrowful pleading to all for a less selfish demonstration of their powers, 
a kind of "why luont you see that this alone brings satisfaction?" must un- 
questionably have its greatest effect upon a fresh, vigorous, and un vitiated people 
like the Russians, with all the abuses and horrors about to stimulate them. The 
book's description of incidents and character, are very convincing and that is all 
the writer cares for, probably. But from a point of view of art that charms — 
it cannot for a moment be compared with that of the Latin talent as epitomized 
by Zola (that terrifying Z.) Zola with his drawing and color of a human 
lip like a Velasquez — a moon rising over a wheat field like a Millet, demon- 
strating to us that a work loses nothing in force for seeing the beauties that 
exist. Tolstoy feels this subtle beauty only in human beings' minds, while Zola 
feels its existence there and every where else. What a small group they are — 
doing the big broadening work. C. F. 

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©ne /IDorntno 

Wearied witli baffled search for full perfection 

I laid myself to sleep, but just as dawn 
Was breaking, something roused me ; at my window 

I stood and watched the wakening of the morn. 

The rich green meadows and golden cornfields 

In sweet mysterious silence round me lay. 
The birds were singing in the waving tree tops 

Their first clear morning carol. It is day! 

When lo, within the sapphire depths of heaven, 

Yet dim and distant in the calm, cool light, 
A single star in loveliness unequalled 

Shone out upon my vision. It is night! 

Nay! rather in that wondrous early hour 

The day and night were one harmonious whole 

United in their beauty. Search was ended, 
And perfect satisfaction filled my soul. 

L. W. Livingston. 

IDiUage IRotcs 

IHtstor^ of tbe Jfarmtnoton "CCiater TtGlorfts 

The history of the present system of water works in Farmington would 
not be complete without recording the many attempts made by its citizens, since 
the earliest times, to bring the pure, clear water from the springs on the 
mountain side to their houses and barns in the prosperous village below. And 
this prosperity is not a myth. Farmington was in fact up to 1782 the center 
of the most populous district in the State. Likewise it can be safely stated 
that the wealth of the Town was at this time not second to Hartford. 

That the early citizens of Farmington were able, energetic and resourceful 
is evidenced by the high grade and class of their homes and farm buildings, 
many of which on Main Street, erected before the War of the Revolution, 
stand to-day as the most spacious, comfortable and tasteful dwellings in the 
village. Into some of these water was conducted from an early period by 
means of a primitive and most ingenious system, which, for want ot a more 
descriptive name, might be called "The Yellow Fine Log Pipe Lines." These 
log pipes were made by boring a two inch hole through eight foot sections 
of yellow pine logs, varying in size from six inches to one foot in diameter. 
The method of joining was to carefully taper the smaller end and ream the 
other to proper size. The well-known resistance of this variety of wood to 

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splitting made it possible to drive tlie sections together with great force, insuring 
a perfectly water tight joint, in fact these lines were laid through valleys and 
over hills, making not only good gravity lines, but to a limited extent service- 
able force mains. Water could be diverted at any point by simply boring to 
the axis of the main, there reaming and plugging in a branch. 

The "Log Lines" were met with every where in trenching Main Street 
and with few exceptions an axe was required to remove a section the width 
of the trench, so sound and well preserved were the logs. One, in particular, 
which supplied the buildings on the site now occupied by the Town Hall, 
after being cut through, maintained a flo\v of clear spring water for several 
hours and this flow was stopped only by thorough plugging. Residents in the 
vicinity for fifty years could not remember the laying of this "Log Line," which 
would indicate the longevity of these pipes under favorable conditions. These 
lines undoubtedly performed their mission faithfully for many years, cheapness 
being their great recommendation. 

Another kind of pipe line frequently met with was constructed of red 
unglazed brick tile of great thickness and strength, having a small bore not 
over one inch. This was put together in sections of two feet with cone- 
shaped ends, the joints being packed in clay. These tile lines could only have 
been used as gravity conduits, as the resistance of the joints could not have 
been greater than that of the clay forming the bond at each joint ; on the 
whole they must have been leaky failures and their use abandoned in the 
colonies before the advent of hydraulic cement, as otherwise the use of this 
form of tile would have served, to a limited extent, as a permanent and service- 
able conduit. 

The next departure was the use of lead in making pipes. This was 
obtained in sheets, cut into proper widths, and rolled and soldered together at 
the local tinsmith's. Some of this old " Seamed Lead Pipe," laid some seventy 
years ago, is doing service to-day. David Carrington claimed to have made the 
first of this "Seamed Pipe" for Samuel Deming. to displace an old Log Line. 
In laying it across Main Street it was actually run through the old log main, 
either for the purpose of protection or to save the expense of digging, or it 
may be both; at any rate this standard pioneer pipe was not molested or even 
found by the recent trenching for the water works or sewer system. This style 
of pipe in time displaced all the older, and many new ones were laid, reach- 
ing further up the side of the mountain. On the longest lines many persons joined 
in bearing the cost and sharing the privileges, so creating rights which are 
jealously guarded to this day and particularly valued for the excellent quality of 
the drinking water supplied. All the older pipe lines were laid with pipes of 
small diameter, generally one inch or less. These were capable of supplying 
only a very limited amount of water, say two or three houses and farm barns 
to one line, although there are two lines with pipes of larger diameter that 
supply several premises to each line. 

The most notable, largest, and by far the most expensive of these private 
water conduits was the two inch conduit constructed about the year 1860, by 
Austin F. Williams from the "Gin Still Brook" to his residence on Main 

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Street, some two thousand feet. In 1878 the buildings of the writer were 
connected with this system, tlius affording a happy relief from the unremit- 
ting toil of pumping water from a well for sixty head of stock during the 
winter months, a task continued froin the earliest recollections of the writer. 
In 1881 an interruption occurred in this service from early in January to the 
following April, the cause attributed being the usual one, the presence of an 
eel in the pipe. The persistency of that eel. and the fact that the well went 
dry, so necessitating the hauling of water with wagons, were a combination 
that raised a determination to have from some source an independent supply 
for the farm; accordingh- early in the summer of 1881 the "Gin Still Brook" 
was chosen as affording the only adequate supply for a gravity system. Land 
was bought of Lucius F. Dorman in the August following, and later of 
William Pentalow. The two purchases included the tracts known as the "Old 
Still Ponds," the lower being called No. 1, and the upper No. 2. In .Sep- 
tember a two inch galvanized wrought iron pipe was laid from No. 2, 35(tO 
feet to the farm buildings and house. Under the pressure due to a fall of 
112 feet, this gave a supply ample for several farms. Aside from repairing 
the dam to reservoir No. 2 there was no further development or extension of 
the system until the determination of a law suit in 1886. brought in the year 
1881 by a lower riparian proprietor. The real extension of the system began 
in the fall of 1886 by connecting the houses of Miss Sarah Porter (parsonage), 
Mrs. Rebecca Keep, Mr. Chauncey Rowe, Mr. Jas. L. Cowles, and the farm 
barns of Miss Sarah Porter and Jas. L. Cowles. 

In July 1887 a four inch ceinent water pipe was laid in Main Street as 
far north as the front gate of Miss Porter's School, connecting at this point 
with a one inch water pipe running as far as Charpentier Avenue. In October, 
a one inch pipe was laid in Charpentier Avenue from Main to Canal .Street, 
and on Canal Street from Mr. Mason's on the south to the residence of Mr. 
T. C. Collins on the north. In 1891 the four inch main water pipe was 
continued on Main Street to a point opposite Gay's Store, setting four hydrants 
and two horse fountains, also running one branch down the Avon road to 
the house of Mr. Noah Wallace and another down the passway to the houses 
of Miss Julia Brandegee. Later in the same year a one and a quarter 
inch pipe was laid on New Britain Avenue to the residence of Mr. H. R. 

In 1892 it was clearly evident that the small reservoir was wholly inade- 
quate to supply the rapidly increasing demands of the patrons on the new lines. 
Therefore a tract of land of thirty-two acres was purchased in this year, and 
in the following year a dam was constructed seven hundred and twenty feet long 
across the valley, setting the water over some twenty acres at an average 
depth of ten feet and impounding approximately si.xty million gallons of water. 
All this water is supplied from springs, there being no brooks contributory 
to the system. The two-inch main from the mountain to Main Street was dis- 
placed by a six-inch "Cast Iron Pipe" and the two-inch pipe was afterwards 
laid from Gay's Store to the residence of Mr. D. N. Barney and later to 
that of Mr. Wm. S. Hooker, the present terminus. 

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In the session of 1895 a charter of incorporation was obtained from the 

shares of $25 each. _ , ■ . „, f„, „„„t1, ns the 

In September, 1896, a six-inch cast ,ro„ was la,d as tar south as 

'^'"'In "l8°M 'the one and a quart., inch pipe on New Britain A..n»e was 
displaced by a six-inch main, and carried up the a.enue as fa, as the t.pper 
driveway of Mr. R.dfi.ld'., and a one-inch pipe carried as far a. the Flush 

"■'"': iU-Vmer'- Plan. 80 by .00 feet was constructed below the main 
reservoir for the purpose of purifying and rendering wholesome «1>. "o'ag. 
wat r dut^^g the summer months. The method employed ,s sand mtrat.on, 
i;,d this llsf season it gave entire satisfaction removing every ev.dence of for- 
mentation indicated either by "^ "•-';,• „„,^ „ „„,„, „,, .^e Br. 
distrS oTSlf e£J|^and ma,„|, .we..y.^^^^^ 
jrlTcrJd-Lo'o t:V1^i2 - ;„„ pip. on »- S.,„t and .,«» 

r '"^^^^H " xhrLpTdfuce^f'^: ^;:^4 ^^^"^^ 

XtrontrLtrSmonsttated^rom the standpoin. of promptn^^^ 

'" ^.flZl' r:"tir ht"p --• - ^= o?rned,"';apahle of maintaining 

munities where reiaii\e iug f ., h ffhest structures. The 

r }''", T frlTT Mi'sfTort'e'* So^ .md' theConlregationa, Church, . at 
^'?eTL;%":lf"a.mon.,rated that a stream couM 

SSre-r in«aira'tio,rof't"i;: ;r.'n."s;t:m,"r/th. ?.=»., .annot but be a satis- 

faction to all. widely distributed hydrants form the 

It can also be seen at once tha^ U.e ^^y^^^^ ^^^ necessities of the Dis- 

basis of a more efficient ^y^t^"'' J"^"^^^_ r y-^^ Engine. With a wise and 
trict require the purchase and mamtenan of a I ue ^g^ ^^^^^^ ^^^ ^.^^^^ 

proper distribution of the hose at p ^^^^^1^^^ t„ the hydrant 

Districts where > ;- ^^^e «bt^me^ ^^ .^^P ^ ?J.^.^^ ^^ ^^^^^^ 

nearest the ^^^f' /'^^^^ s ^em ; and this system would meet every demand and 
efficiency o/J'^^^Pj^'^^^'f' within reasonable bounds, for many years to come 
LTd'bf a suLraSl 7otecUon and safeguard to the inflammable property of 
the Borough. , „resent Water Works System has 

, ^^^'^ S%Sd^^ and^,a:u rdetCent' b^sld on the growing demands 
been one of gradual ana ua^u t- members of which have at all 

:rm'es"ref'SaSrto^roT.«:°u;Ttfc''»:r*ncTorand cuic. to aval, th.m- 

selves of its benefits. ^^^gHent separate system of sewers Farmington may 

b. s'rdTTc'cTyr'pVMon^om'a sLi.ary 'point of v.ew, e,ua, to that of 
the most favored community. ^^ ^ Wadsworth. 

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^bc EMtor's Sftctcb*Boof? 

Ubc Minister Jftsbing 

There are those who think that I love to fish because I am a minister of 
the Gospel. They have a very cunning idea that I am trying to be literally like 
the Apostles. But they are somewhat mistaken. As I grow older I dislike to 
take away any form of life; in fact it jars against me to put a struggling 
worm, or grasshopper on the hook. I had to give it up and I use artificial 
flies that nothing but a big blundering fish will bite. 

There is so much room for the imagination in fishing, one watches the 
line where it disappears in the water, and it goes down and down into those 
mysterious depths in another world. The water is filled with warm bubbles, 
and ripples, and little whirlpools, and all mixed with the reflection of the blue 
sk)- and the amiable summer clouds. I almost seem fishing in the sky instead 
of the water. 

My line is against the side of a big summer cloud. Perhaps I may fish 
up some secrets of the other world. If I could throw my line far enough 
and attach some electricity, I might touch another world. Was it St. Anthony 
who preached to the fishes.? Well, it is enough for me to preach to human 
beings. One might have a worse congregation than the fishes. Look at the 
bull head, what a solemn air! — and the perch, and the aristocratic dace that sifts 
the water through its gills daintily and has the air to be thinking of something, 
and the suckers and snapping turtles. There are people in my congregation 
not unlike them, although I should never dare breathe that idea except to the 
brook. We have our trials we ministers, but nothing compared to our Lord. 
The people not only crucified Him physically, but they crucified His high ideals 
every day and since His death, and perhaps that caused the most suffering. 

Over there beyond the clouds we say heaven lies, and since I was a child 
I have always thought of God as looking over the top of a big thunder cloud. 
His crown shining in the sun, and His long white hair flowing down the side 
of the cloud. When I was a young man I preached that, but now that 1 
am getting to be an old man I find God is very much nearer than any of 
us supposed. When I look down at my congregation I think, there is God, 
and when a noble chord is struck and we all turn to look at each other with 
pleasure, then I realize God is very near. (//<» catcMcs a fish.) There is some- 
thing dreadful about this fishing. I feel like a butcher. \Hc puts the fsh back 
in the water again.) Why should I disturb his happy life. 1 verily believe 
I am not any better than the Rev. Mr. Athletic Buckboard who drives the 
deer into the water of the Adirondack Lakes and then is rowed up to the 
poor helpless creature and butchers him with a rifle. I always felt that 
was very unministerial, to say the least. I think I won't fish any more 
to-day. I think I will make a peace proclamation to the fishes. {He rubs 
his mouth -uith his handkerchief.) Dear Friends, I mean Dear Fishes: Hence- 
forward there will be peace between us forever ; in token of which you may 
see me break my pole and line, and throw away these artificial flies. 

The fish all rise to the surface and blow bubbles of contentment, and 
the water flowed in eddies and wrinkles, and one would have said the river 
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ALL riding at anchor the lilies lay, 
Asleep in their round green leaves, 
And ripples of wind on the waters play 
And Nature hardly breathes. 

The pickerel sees them from below, 

As we see the saints in our dreams, 

And wonders to see their tall forms grow 
To a region beyond the streams. 

R. B. 

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Vol. I. JUNE, 1 90 1 No. 8 

XLo Xcsbia 

T READ, the other night, a dainty trifle, 

^ Writ by Catullus, long ago; — 

So dainty, e'en the Latin could not stifle 

With stately form, the glow 
And rush of passion, warm, and true, and living. 

For that fair Roman Dame, 
Who, but for song, her lover's gracious giving, 

Had passed, an empty name. 
Among the joyless ghosts that cower and shiver. 

Within the gloomy realms of Dis, 
Where rolls the solemn, songless, ninefold river. 

To echo-less abyss. 

" Vivamus, Lesbia," sang he ; " Mille basia da mi ; " 

Swift speed the flying hours ; 
And softly woo, Idalian breezes balmy. 

Heavy with scent of flowers. 
The setting sun may know another morrow, 

Stars shine again as bright ; 
But we, alas, no later day may borrow, 

When sinks the heavy night 
Along the gloomy way where Dis is calling; 

And through the long 
Unending years, to night eternal falling, 

Is hushed fore'er the singer, — and the song. 


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tThe Union Club of Fannington closed its season of ^^'l:^-;^:L^!S,:^^ 
with a discourse by our fellow townsman, f.I''- ^ f '^^^f f ^t^;,° ;,;'^,3 of Connecticut. For 
what he characterized as "the migratory mstmct of the ^f^''\^'''^ „„ ^ ,^,,M 

the middle of the 17th century. We reproduce parts of the speaker s notes. 

>>The earliest comers out of Massachusetts into Connecticut were barely 
settled .t Hrtford Windsor and Wethersfield, or along the north shore of the 

territory of the Dutch on Long Island, and what ts now known as le 
not ea. invading adjoining jurisdictions, inltospitable, if not 

, „Jv i „o »s,o„ Wi.h ch.r.cteri..ic British u..„mptio„. .he E„g hsh ordered 


1 fisT ;hrough an agreement with his assignees permitting the set lement of 

' f nd d Jnt is now regarded^s wholly mythical, no one having ever seen it 
pretended grant is now icg , j Dutch nation claimed 

head waters of the rivers flowing into the sea, and this, on 

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discovery and exploration, and, what is more to the purpose, first occupation. 
They had (first of Europeans) skirted the Athmtic coast — had given names to 
Cape Ileiilopen, Cape May, IJlock Ishmd, etc., and liad mapped tiie coast line; 
they had ascended and explored the Delaware, the Hudson and the Connecticut 
rivers before Englishmen had scarcely suspected their existence, and had main- 
tained trading factories at Fort Orange (Albany) since 1G12, and at Fort Hope 
(Hartford), and at Red Mounts (New Haven), to say nothing of settlements at 
Manhattan and on the Delaware. The only possible reply on tiie part of the 
New Englanders was that Charles I, then King of England, had inherited the 
North American continent from his ancestor, Henry VH, under whose commission 
John Cabot had in 1497 found the derelict continent in the western seas, which, 
at Cape Breton or thereabouts, he had formally taken possession of, in the name 
of the King. But inasmuch as for a century and more after this notable achieve- 
ment, the British Crown had wholly neglected to take actual possession of any 
single spot on (he Continent, whereas France on the St. Lawrence, Spain in 
Florida, and Holland half-way between the two, had made bona fide settlements, 
the Dutchmen at Hartford declined the invitation to get out or move on. The 
English then urged that they had bought out the Indian title to the lands they 
claimed. From whom? Why, from the local sachems. But the Dutch laughed 
at the suggestion that these debased fragments of tribes, all of whom were mere 
vassals, paying tribute to the powerful Pequots, had any title to sell or give 
avi'ay, while they, the Dutch, were able to exhibit deeds of the same lands, 
under the hands and seals of the lords paramount, the Pequots themselves. The 
Dutch might well retort, if courtesy had not forbade, that it was the English 
who were trespassers, squatters and interlopers ; but the happy result was that 
a sort of truce was entered into under wliich the Dutch kept possession at Fort 
Hope for some years, until the puissant Stuyvesant arrived at Manhattan. 

"Then began negotiations at Hartford for fixing the western boundary of 
Connecticut, which was effected in September, 1050; the Dutch were to keep 
their lands at Hartford; the boundary line between Connecticut and New 
Netherlands was to run north and south from Greenwich Bay on the Sound 
(four miles west of Stamford, but always ten miles distant from the North 
River) ; running south across the .Sound, the line struck Long Island on the 
west side of Oyster Bay, and thence crossing the Island, gave two-thirds of it 
to the English. 

"What had happened in the meantime? Why, with a population for Connecti- 
cut in 1613 of only 8U00 souls, and for the New Haven colony of only 2500, both had 
been sending out colonies to Long Island. Wherein the English ' beat the Dutch ' 
was in the enormous flood of English emigration to New England which had begun 
to set in, owing to the civil troubles at home. Connecticut had established four flour- 
ishing towns on the east end of the Island, Southampton, Easthampton and Hunting- 
ton ; while Southnld owned its allegiance to New Haven. Each had set up a town- 
meeting government after the approved pattern, and elected representatives to 
the general courts, either at Hartford or New Haven, according to whichever juris- 
diction they recognized. As to any right they had to set up a civil govern- 

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T 1 A wUhout the crown's sanction, it was by the same right 
„e„, «„ L»»!! »j»;J. " *« ; ' ■= ^„„„,, ,„„ ., H.„ H»,.„ .e„ .. fifteen 

;.r;.r: »,:fc,. :« ~ rig... «. „... b.,. ,,.» ,»,*„,„ New ^.,u.,.. 

. u 1 • ;r, lfi-11 under the ninsdiction ot the INew H.a\eii guv 
European power not less powerful :n arms, an d ^ aescendants did 

^:^;^\:i^^::^ji^ z;:r. 0..^. in .., ..ere 

'"' ^A^l":? ^^pLnrgeniu: noJ arose in Connecticut in the^ person of 

, IVinthroD elected governor in 1657, who brought home from 

the younger ^nhrop elected g ^^^^^^^^^ ^^ ^^^^.^^ ^^^^ ^.^^^^^ 

London, .n ^?^^'^^' 2!LlfZ^r.sioni.t in Connecticut. For one thing, 
dreams oi e>ni.r of th ^ -st 1 ^_ ^^ ^^^^ .^_^ ^^^^^ ^^^^^ ^^^^_^^^^^^ ^^^,^^^^_ 

T "Ited at Ha:5ord nd New Haven respectively. In the next place 
ments erected at Ha: ttord ana confirmed all private land 

independence, i« .* o. a„™,bly »e » V ■^^_;^^^,^^„,„„ „,- ,„^„, 

■i;:::: cL ::l.:«:: ::or,'.rL '::;,.... «„ »„.„. ..«»;)-.- 

iidered . good e„o...„ ^";f'fJ'^''Z ^p I'l" r: :! "u" we., j:" 
„n,i. 1819. The ,em,o„a ';™- ^'^ ' „ '^,„ ' nor.l, .^d sou,,,, fro„, .h. 
Narrag,.nsett Bay .o the I acihc Ucc ^^^^^^ ^^^ ^_^^.^^^^^ 

rde::;":.;r.::o.«th:*-ot tr;::':: ^tate o, Penn.,,™.. „e,-e .h„ 
t;^':h"r>irs:tnv .^^.: » io«. ... twe.,. ...,.„, ..,.,„, 

Penn .00. over Pennsylvania » »•»/«»';; '.V ell Connecticut kept 
Penn's father, the adm.ral But fo, Ae ne. J > ^^^_^^_^^^ _^ ^^ __^^,^^ 

t-o^:.-,:: r hLrr;::::.; ..:.<.::'- -.» cha,,et, o.-„ih he,ong,d to 

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ConncciiciU. As :i iiialior of tad, Pennsylvania luul mil durinij; all tlu-se yi-ars 
madf aUeni|)l la sellle this ix'n'ion (jr to aci|uiio tiic hulian title wliieli the Six 
Nations held. Connecticut stepped In and bought out the vSix Nations for 
-£'2,000, receiving the proper deeds at an Indian Council held at Albany in 
1754. The Sus(iuehanna Company was organized under the authority and protec- 
tion of the general assembly, and 700 settlers were sent out in 1702 to the 
Wyoming valley to inaugurate the new colonization scheme. Five townships 
were marked out on the flats on the river, below the site of Wilkesbarre, at 
first attached to Litchfield county, but afterwards in 1776 erected into the new 
county of Westmorelatid. Connecticut laws and taxes were regularly enforceol; 
representatives were sent yearly to the Connecticut general assembly, by which 
Connecticut courts were established in the new county. 

" Fc>r three years before this, actual war had prevailed in Wyoming between 
the Yankee invaders and the Pennsylvania militia, hut with inxariable success to 
the former under the brilliant leadership of Captain Zebulon Butler, long famous 
in the annals of Connecticut, and interesting to us as the forebear of an 
esteemed Farmington townsman, Mr. Henry M. Cowles. It is only necessary 
to add that the frightful massacre of the settlers by the Indians and Tories during 
the Revolutionary War almost extinguished the hopes of Connecticut's ability to 
maintain, as against Pennsylvania, this distant dependency. But what utterly 
extinguished the ambitious designs of Connecticut in Wyoming was the decision 
of the court of arbitration appointed by the Continental Congress to atljudge the 
questi(jn of title between Connecticut and Pennsylvania, by which each had agreed 
to abide. That ilecision, after forty-one days of argument before the court sitting 
at Trenton in the fall of 1782, was unanimously in favor of the contention of 
Pennsj'lvania, or, in the words of the judgment: 'Connecticut has no right to 
the hinds in controversy." From thence forth, this kind of expansion into 
distant regions, and in the face of a disputed title, seems to have lost favor 
with the people of Connecticut. 

"In the meantime, however, another expansion of Connecticut, this time 
undertaken upon individual initiative and independent of government support, 
had been accomplished in the territory now known as Vermont. That wild 
region, mostly unexplored, seemed to have been overlooked and so escaped 
inclusion in the boundaries of any colony, although New York and New 
Hampshire each laid claim to it. Under claim of ownership, each made grants 
of land, and often the same land to difi'erent persons, mostly mere speculators, 
which naturally led to endless disputes between the grantees, resulting in the 
general application of shotgun law. The restless, land-himgry spirits of Con- 
necticut, especially of Litchfield County, caring nothing for either claimant, 
although on general princiiiles partial to New Hampshire, at once began an 
exodus into 'the grants,' as the new country was called. Their numbers became 
so considerable that they organized a militia, with such material for otllcers as 
Ethan Allen and Seth Warner, for the defence of their settlements against the 
troops New York was sending to dispossess them. From Litchfielil County 
alone, and mostly from the town of Salisbury, came emigrants in sufficient 

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numbers to settle, and organize governments in a dozen or more towns, and to 
maintain their independence, alike of New York and New Hampshire. During 
the Revolution they waged war on the British quite independently of the Conti- 
nental army. In January, 1777, a convention, convened for the purpose, declared 
'the grants' to be an independent state by the name of 'New Connecticut,' 
changed a little later to 'Vermont.' The first governor, Thomas Chittenden, was 
a native of Connecticut, as indeed was every governor of Vermont, with one 
exception, down to 1823." * * * * 

B Xettec 

Written at Farmington in the 3'ear of our Lord 1890, by William Jones to Harry Smith, 
San Diego, near Los Angeles, Cal.** By Miss Sarah Porter for Lyceum, 1874. 

My Dear Friend : 

Here I am in the old home which you and I left as boys fifteen years 
ago and about which we have so often talked with each other as a poor place in 
comparison with California, but I assure you I seem to have come into a 
paradise and I am quite sure that if )'ou were here you would share my wish 
that our homes were iiere, — notwithstanding the oranges, grapes and bananas in 
which you are now luxuriating. 

I must as far as I can, tell you how everything seeins. Everything that 
used to be pleasant and good remains and much has been done to make all 
this more pleasant. The old houses in \vhich our fathers and grandfathers lived 
are almost all standing and in so good order that they look fresher and sounder 
than when we went away. Small window panes have been exchanged for larger 
and many windows have been enlarged — piazzas and porches have been added 
and almost every house has either a large bay window or a small conservatory 
opening out of the family parlor for flowering plants in winter. The smallest 
house is comfortable, tasteful and cheerful, as well as the largest, and the new 
houses which have been built, although they of course are in many respects 
better than the others, yet look quite harmonious with the older houses. 

I have called at many of the houses and within they all have the air of 
a happy home. There is a wonderful good taste in all the furniture which 
looks as if made for use and comfort and not for show ; photographs and prints 
of the best works of art hang on the walls and there are sets of well-filled 
book shelves, and many real decorations altiio' none are costly. I think that 
the women are less pressed with work than they used to be since there are a 
common creamery, laundry and bread bakery. Many who always used to need 

»See Editor's Sketch Book. 

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a woman j^ervaiU, now kecc) none; tlic houses are more comfortably kept, j-et 
tlie women seem to liave leisure for reading and entertaining their families and 

Nothing has changed the aspect of the town more than the taking away 
of fences before the houses. This has been brouglit about chiefly through the 
means of the tillage Improvement Society, which you will remember was started 
when we were boys and which has accomplished a great deal. I can hardly 
imagine anything more attractive than the village streets. The roads have been 
straightened and macadamized and are perfectly smooth — the walks are laid in 
cement, the road and walks are bordered with beautiful grass kept quite short, 
extending up to the door of every house. Every now and then occurs a patch 
of flowers or a finely colored leaf plant, and there are several little fountains — 
as water has been brought down from the mountain to supply the whole village. 
This supply of water has helped in the improvement of the cemetery which is 
now covered with fine sod, kept closely cut and well watered. All the avenues 
and walks are laid in cement. 

When we were boys there were, you know, many trees along the street, but 
they wanted care, — some were unthrifty, some were too close together and some 
needed trimming, but now every tree is beautiful and the whole village looks like 
a park, or better, like the home of one large family. The cross streets are as well 
kept as the main street, and the roads to Unionville, Plainville and Hartford are 
in the finest order, their sides planted with trees. Through the influence of 
this excellent Village Improvement Society the tract which we used to call the 
Bluff — Hooker's Grove, Poverty Hill, Diamond Glen and the Ledge — has been 
bought, the underwood has been cleared away, a few paths have been made, 
and some seats fixed as a village park. It is not a park for driving or riding, 
but it is a charming retreat and is a pleasant gathering place for young and 
old. You will, of course, infer that no horses and cows stray loose as in old 
times, and indeed everyone keeps his horse in his own neat yard adjoining the 
barns, which are as comfortable for the cows and horses in winter as the 
houses are for the men and women. This reminds me that the beautiful cows 
are an important part of the population, — all of fine kinds, well kept and more 
than twice as many as there were when you and I went to pasture together. 
You remember the creamery which had been started before we went away. 
As soon as it began to give promise of success, the feeling which we used to 
hear expressed that farming in Farmington could not insure a comfortable and 
respectable living faded away, and the farmers all became interested in increas- 
ing the number of their cows and improving their breeds and in improving 
their pasture and their grass meadows. Their expectations have been more than 
realized. A large quantity of butter is made of the best quality. It is greatly 
in demand and its sale affords a very sure income to the farmers and a very 
good interest upon the value of their barns and stock. The green fields were 
always beautiful but you would go very far before you would see such an extent 
of green meadows and hill sides as I looked at yesterday from the old church 

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Still more remunerative than butter making is the raising of the sugar 
beet and the making of sugar. There is, indeed, some reason to fear that the 
Northern beet will make the raising of the Southern cane unprofitable, and 
Farmington was one of the first towns in which this business was attempted. 
I do not suppose it would have been thought of had there not been a disap- 
pointment fifteen years ago, in the hope that the Connecticut Western Railroad 
would be laid through Farmington; but some were led to ask "what shall we 
do" to furnish suflicient occupation at home to our young men, and having 
become convinced that beet sugar making would be such a business, they entered 
into it, erecting the necessary m.achinery and introducing skilled German and 
French workmen to commence the manufacture. It is a very good business, 
furnishing work in the field in summer and much work in winter in the way 
of box and barrel making, sugar packing, etc. They have wisely built the mills 
and refinery at some distance from the village, the smoke and odors being 
neither agreeable nor healthful. Many other things are also raised for sale which 
formerly were not thought of, so that no corner of ground seems improductive. 
The number of inhabitants has somewhat increased, but not greatly, and 
while all live comfortably and most of the men make moderate savings, no one 
has become very rich. It seems to me, however, that they have all the real 
blessings which wealth can give to its possessor. They have competence and 
contentment ; they have the best books in the English language and intelligence 
to understand them, and the refinement of taste through which they can enjoy 
them and any thing that is beautiful. They have the will to help each other 
and seem to know that what is for the true good of one is for the true good 
of all. How many men have v/e known in California counting their hundreds 
of thousands of dollars, but having no idea of enjoyment except in eating and 
drinking and making a great show in horses and other things, and how much 
poorer in true resource are they than many here who live in small houses, have 
$1,000 or $2,000 in the Savings bank, and as much pledged by life insurance, 
but who are never without enjoyment from books, from the beautiful works of 
God, from the activity of their own minds, and from doing good. It is, indeed, 
delightful to find such young people, boys and girls as I meet here, so intelli- 
gent, modest, obedient, respectful and well-mannered towards all, yet open and 
self-possessed. You hear none of the discordant screaming and hooting in which 
I fear you and I sometimes had a part in these streets, but you hear pure 
English spoken everywhere ; in the street, at home, in the gathering places, 
in clear, well modulated tones, and singing by well trained voices. 

This change in the manners and habits of the boys has come in great part 
from their excellect school training. About twelve years ago the fathers and 
mothers came to the conviction that the children must be in schools where 
their understandings should be developed, where right principles, the fear of 
God and the love of truth should be inculcated, and generous feeling should 
be inspired. Where they should be trained to be good, intelligent, happy men 
and women and useful citizens, capable of enjoying God's various good gifts 
and of filling inportant places in society. The parents saw that this was some- 


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thing quite diftVrent from merely learning i,, reud ami to write, and fro 
acquiring a slight knowledge of history, arithmetic and science. They lelt that 
ahnost nothing else was so important as the truly good education of the children 
and nothing more worthy of sacrifice. They therefore determined that they 
would invite some young man, upright, refined, benevolent, highly educated, 
to come here to make it his life work to educate the young people of Farming- 
ton. They found such a man who has now, for more than ten years, had 
the charge of all the young people in the village over thirteen or fourteen 
years old, while those younger have been in well managed primary schools. It 
is this excellent teacher who has chiclly united the young people in the love 
of true excellence. His employers, of course, have given him a generous salary. 
He has not aimed to carry his pupils forward into what is called an accom- 
plished education, but he has laid good foundations; made the children honept 
earnest, gentle and refined, good sons and daughters, and they love one anotlier. 
He has always kept it in mind that it depended greatly on him whether the 
young people should grow up with a healthy public spirit. They greatly re-;pect 
him and after school years are over, they have kept up some studies, forming 
classes for weekly meetings, in history, natural science and political science. 

But I must come to the end of my letter, after mentioning one or two 
other things. The dear old church, which still looks fresh and souml, was 
too large for the congregation, when few came from outside the village, and 
it has been altered at a moderate expense, in such a waj- as to keep its old 
features — within and without — and yet to make a pleasant, social audience 
room, where the preacher is closely in the midst of his audience, so that the 
Sunday services are helped by being more social. The space under the north 
and south galleries has been made into apartments, where on Sundays some 
Bible classes go for their lesson, and on other days they serve as church parlors. 
I did not mention in writing of the schools that all are trained to sing, so 
that with the help of the organ which is now near the pulpit, there is no 
difficulty in having fine congregational singing. 

A building has been erected on the green, which serves as lecture room, 
town hall, etc., in the lower story, the second story being a well furnished 
librar)-. This is admirably kept up. Every one may go there for reading .and 
it is pleasant especially, it is said, in winter to find it well filled with attentive 
readers, each silently occupied with his or her book. Books may also be taken 
away to be read at home. 

I could tell you of the various social gatherings for pleasure and for im- 
provement of which I hear, at each other's houses, in the hall, in the park, 
and of works of charity done together, but I think I have written enough to 
show you that there are few places more favorable in their inlhieuces to the 
leading of peaceable lives in all godliness and honesty. 

Very sincerely \-otirs, 

\ViLLi.\M Jones. 

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TLbc jFarminoton Ibawfts 

About nine o'clock in the morning the Red - tailed Hawk shakes out his 
feathers for the morning sun to shine into them, then, loosening himself from 
the tall pine on the mountain top, he sails calmly out into the blue sky, one 
loud scream awakens his mate, and the two are soon moving around in great 
circles, great loose circles, and the world lies below them like a map. What 
a vast stretch of woodland compared with the little settled places where 
chickens and guns live. 

But keep your large eyes open Mrs. Hawk, was that a brood of par- 
tridges or only the flurry of the dried leaves.? Aha! a red squirrel! Let me 
dive for him first, and when he runs around the tree, seize him. 

That was a lively morning for the red squirrel for both hawks were after 
him, first on one side of the tree, then on the other. It was like stepping 
off one track to avoid a train and being caught by another. Driven wild 
with terror the squirrel loses his head, and in a moment Madam Hawk has 
him in her talons. What a scream of triumph and of terror ! They can hardly 
wait for the squirrel to die before they are fighting over the choice morsels. 

While they are eating their breakfast we might as well settle down to 
some serious talk about hawks. 

First there is the distinction between the Falcons, and the true hawks. 
The Falcons are known by the notch in the upper bill and by their way of 
flying straight along like any other bird ; whereas the true hawks sail around 
in great circles. 

It is also interesting to note that the largest hawks live on small game, 
mice and frogs ; and the smaller hawks generally the falcons are bolder, and 
attack the chicken yards, carrying away game nearly as large as themselves. 
The Cooper Hawk, the Sharp-shinned Hawk, and especially the Broad-winged 
Hawk are the terror of the chicken yards. The Red-tailed Hawks and the 
Red-shouldered Hawk are usually called "Hen Hawks," and the farmer masses 
under the head of Pigeon Hawks — the Pigeon Hawk, the Sharp-shinned 
Hawk, and the Cooper's Hawk. The Sparrow Hawk seems to be quite com- 
mon with us, or is becoming more common, and it is well to remember that 
while this century has exterminated several groups of animals and birds, others 
that were once rare, have become more common with us. 

But to return to our hawks, the rare Duck Hawk or Great-footed Hawk, 
(or Chicago Hawk,) used to build in the ledges of the mountain near the old 
Wadsworth Tower. The Goss Hawk is very rare with us, a wanderer, a 
grim looking individual with dark grey plumage on the back and lighter on 
the breast. The Marsh Hawk is more common in this town, and may be 
seen flying along the meadows for mice about dusk. 

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All the hunters seem lo think it snuirl to shoot hawks or owls. 1 know, 
for I have done it myself, but it is a very stupid thin^ to do, for the worst 
of the hawks do more gootl than harm and those iiawks that are the most 
often killed live on mice. I hope to see the day when Connecticut will set 
down her foot, Hat, and lay down a law that no bird shall be killed tliat 
comes into this state, no matter how it sings or squeaks, nor what it eats. 
It's an imposition on the community to have a gang of rufllans depriving us 
of the society of the birds. The Sharp-shinned Hawk will follow along with 
the hunter, using him for a dog to start the game, just as the Cow Troop- 
ials use a cow to start up the grasshoppers. 

A few years ago when I was younger, I captured a young Red-tailed 
Hawk and brought him home with glowing visions of rearing him to catch 
game. It is true the Red-tailed Hawk is not a Falcon, and not at all 
adapted to do the work of a Falcon. I kept him in the barn and when I 
fed him he would roll over on his back and hold out his talons in a threat- 
ening manner. As he grew to maturity he looked like a young eagle with 
his aquiline nose and deep set ej-es. ]5ut trouble was brewing. Some Cochin 
China hens organized a conspiracy, and one rainy day the whole motley group 
of poultry, led on by a desperate old Plymouth Rock hen, fell on the hawk 
and killed him. It was one of those popular uprisings that are irresistible. 

It has often been observed that tiie large birds of prey lay few eggs, 
while the birds to be eaten lay many. The quail lays from fifteen to 
twenty-two eggs, and the large birds of prey two or four. 

One of the most remarkable things about the iiawks is their power of 
sight. How the Fish Hawk can see the fish swimming below him in the 
ocean, or how our large hawks can see a small mouse in the meadow, when 
far up in the sky, is not well understood. It was discovered by those who 
looked through the eyes of a freshly killed cow that the world looks much 
larger to a cow than it does to a man. Every daisy was like a large sun- 
flower, and men were as trees walking. 

Undoubtedly the hawk has an eye constructed to see more than is ever 
possible for man. I am not forgetting those early astronomers, ( who lived 
long before Galileo originated the telescope,) that saw Jupiter's moons with 
the naked eye. Who knows but what the Red-tailed Ilawk can look right 
into the planet Mars and see its people. The Eagle is often observed stuily- 
ing the sun. But if the Eagles and Hawks should tell of some of the things 
they see in those distant worlds it would probablj- be notes on the chickens 
and mice. R. B. B. 


Z\K Hmericau Scboo[5 ot paintiiui 1Rcpl•cscntc^ in jfavminoton 

As we grow older we realize more and more that each human being is 
an epitome of the whole human race, that every little town is a miniature 
world. Even the human forms and features change very little. Tlie heads 
of Julius Caesar and Augustus are almost exactly reproduced among our New 
Eno-land people, and also, though less flattering, the features of Nero and 
Vitellius. When we begin to realize that the best of everything is near at 

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hand, if we are able to see it, then all those fuie remarks about " Literary 
Atmospheres," and "Art Atmospheres," are inventions for weak people to 
lean against each other — are they not very much overestimated? — Among its 
numerous other characteristics every New England town carries with it the 
history of American art for the last hundred years. It cannot be said to be 
a very original art, as, in common with all our early times, it was an off- 
shoot from England, and doubtless it was owing to the mother country that 
there was so much that was conventional and inartistic. Perhaps our only 
primitive art is the crude carvings by the Indians. 

Our American art has been divided into the Revolutionary period, the 
Hudson River School and the Moderns. Most conspicuous in the Revolu- 
tionary time, was the painter Gilbert Stuart who narrowly escaped being one 
of the greatest portrait painters that ever lived, and his defects were more 
matters of technique than of artistic nature. In our day his portraits would 
be considered "a little thin" and conventional in color, but they have the 
more necessary ([ualities of drawing and delicate expression. 

There is quite a feeling among us moderns, if you have not lived in the 
art atmosphere of Paris there is an awful lack in your artistic training. 
Although the Greeks, Raphael, Michael Angelo, and Holbein never had the 
advantages of a winter at Julien's, yet they managed to draw and paint some. 
Gilbert Stuart began to paint portraits at thirteen years of age. In common 
with many celebrated men his ancestry runs back among the Scotch ministry ; 
doubtless their contracted, and repressed lives demanding some artistic outlet in 
their descendants. Stuart is especially well known in this country from his 
three portraits of George Washington in 1755. The first is said to be the best, 
although little known, and the others which are so familiar to all have little 
artistic merit, at least we all sincerely hope that Washington, whom we all 
revere, was not such a stony, wooden creature as Stuart represents him. There 
were sixty-one copies made of these last two portraits and endless engravings. 
Washington was not as fortunate as Philip of Spain was with his portrait 
painter. Stuart worked for a time with Benjamin West, and his life seems 
to have been full of useful work. He painted 75i portraits before he laid 
down his brush. 

Our early landscape painters felt quite confident of their talents for land- 
scape painting. There was a general feeling that we had so much landscape 
in America, our mountains and prairies and waterfalls were so large, we must 
know all about landscape painting. At first there was a disposition to paint 
large allegorical landscapes and then immense panoramic canvasses of "The 
Falls of Niagara," "The Yosemite Valley," "The Heart of the Andes," in 
some the title being the greatest part of the picture. Still some, like Mr. 
Church, were men of unusual technical ability. Later arose what is sometimes 
called the Hudson River School, many of whose members are still alive, 
among them men of undoubted talent ; but many copied their pictures over 
and over again for sales, until their art fell into a kind of manufactory of 







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OwNCD Bv Miss E G. Porter 

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Many of this school luul llie whole array of conventions iinporlcd fresh 
from England. There were receipts for preparing canvas with bitumen and 
burnt sienna, "scumbling" and rubbing, and receipts for trees, and other 
processes that the French have massed under the expression "Little Kitchens." 
These painters were not unlike the man who when about to jump a fence 
ran a mile to get a fine momentum and then was so tired he lay down to 
rest. These "Little Kitchens" drowned the spontaneity of the artist's own 

This article will not pretend to name all the artists of these different schools 
who have pictures here or who have been attracted to Farmington. Many of 
us will remember Mr. V'an Allen, and James Hart, and Mr. lirevoort, of tlie 
Hudson River School. At the end of their summer's work they gave an exhi- 
bition of all their landscape sketches on the veranda wall of Henry Augustus 
Cowles' house. The people of the town were invited to see. There was also 
a little romance added to this exhibition, for the engagement had just been 
announced of Mr. Hart to Miss Gorshuch, Mr. Brevoort's pupil. Miss Gorshuch's 
pictures hung in the veranda with the others and many of us who ilid not know 
much, but thought we did, found that Miss Gorshuch's pictures were quite equal 
to her master's. 

Many beautiful landscapes have been painted in Farmington by John Hill. 
His eye was very sensitive to the river views, the red sorrel along the road, 
and many of his pictures of fruit and flowers are quite equal to the celebrated 
English water colorist William Hunt. His admiration of his son, John Henry 
Hill, was very interesting. 

Tiie revolution in landscape art, against the "Kitchens," originated witii 
the English painter Constable, it extended to France, and started the modern 
school of French landscape. Turner and Ruskin helped the movement, and the 
English pre-Raphaelites had a strong influence in the same direction. Mr. 
Thomas C. Farrer, a pupil of Ruskin, came to Farmington tilled with the 
"new ideas." "Return to Nature," was the war cry of the pre-Raphaelites, 
and not content with drawing faithfully everything direct from nature, they 
were very antagonistic to the Hudson River School of painters, feeling very 
strongly not so much their own failings as those of the Iludson River School. 

IVlodern American art is characterized by a certain restlessness. Something 
of the telegraph, of the telephone, of the snap photograph has gotten into 
the artists. Among many there is a desire to attract attention at any cost, 
and the protests against the older schools often degenerates into riotous ex- 
travagances. And yet all must feel in looking at the really great works of 
art that they belong to no special time, but are invested with a certain 
calmness and dignity without hurry and without restlessness and they grow more 
and more precious with increasing years. 

The modern painters surpass the ancients very noticeably in their desire 
to paint the exact colors of nature, and in their sense, of the relations of 
colors and masses of light and shade, called "values." Naturally this im- 
provement is more evident in landscape art, where so many distances have 
to be expressed. But the greatest truths, as is so often the case in the 
world, are not owned by any school or sect, but are scattered like the little 
gold in the rocks, through the whole body of mankind. E. L. 


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Dwellers in the Hills, by JSIelville D. Post, is a short bright account 
of the ways of cattle, horses, and the ethics of ranch life. The right and 
the wrong way of driving a nail — even the right and the wrong kind of 
nail — into a horse's shoe, the difference of temper and caprices of horses, the 
manner of keeping cattle in marching order, is all made so fascinating that 
one's attention is held very constantly. The plot is vigorous, even bordering 
on the tragic, but the right man wins with a very amusing climax. There 
is a description of the driving of six hundred cattle across a swift muddy 
river by three men on horseback, so dramatic and real as to make the reader 
hold his breath. It is a battle for life with man, horse and steer, with a 
cruel determination on the part of the river to conquer. Qjiite a masterpiece 
in its way. The primitive qualities of the author's personages is remarkable. 
His philosophy is not always clear, often so involved as to make the impres- 
sion of having been brought from a distance. It is a pity that the book is 
not illustrated by some spirited photographs. {Ptitna?n.) 

Charles Foster. 

The interest in sectional fiction, so brilliantly revived by David Harum, 
has not yet died down. We have had Western novels and Southern novels, 
and now the novel of New England may be said to have the floor. One 
of the latest of these New England novels is Uncle Tcr^y by Charles Clark 
Munn of Springfield, Mass. 

The construction of this later school of sectional fiction beginning with 
David Harum, is something after the manner of Thomas Nelson Page's early 
Southern stories, though it seems to me, not approaching tiiem in literary 
quality. A central figure personifies the odd and striking traits of the region 
in which he is placed, and about him grow up characters more or less inter- 
esting, with a love story, or perhaps several, contributing in greater or often 
less degree to the main interest of the story. 

Uncle Terry is a fresh wholesome tale of coast life in New England, 
giving in the course of the story glimpses of a rugged, honest, and kindly 
New Englander "of the old school." What will perhaps interest the readers 
of this magazine most is the fact that Uncle Terry was born in Southington. 
llis description of the New England farm is amusing, describing as it does 
a scene often met in our stony state. 

"I was born in a way back farm in Connecticut where the rocks was 
so thick we used ter round the sheep up once a week and sharpen their 
noses on the grin' stun so't they could get 'em 'tween the stuns. I walked 
a mile to school winters and stubbed my toes on the farm summers, till I 
was fourteen and then the old man 'greed to give me my time till I was 
twenty-one, if I 'ud pay him half I earned. I had a colt an' old busted 
wagon and I took to dickering. I bought eggs and honey and pelts of all 
sorts, and peddled notions and farmin' tools." (Zee <& Sliepard.) E. H. J. 

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The following books have been added to the library during the past month : 
Among English Hedgerows, Clifton Johnson; Romance of the feudal Chateaux, 
E. W. ChainpHcy; The Cathedral Churches of Carlisle; St. Paul's; Winches- 
ter; Peterborough; Canterbury and Salisbury; six vols, on Arcliitecture from 
Russell Sturgis; Village Life in China, Arthur Smith; Penelope's Irish Ex- 
periences, Kate D. Wigg-in; The Autobiography of a Journalist, William James 
St ill man, two vols. 

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Friday, May 3rd, was Arbor Day and was observed at the various Farm- 
ington Schools in fitting ways. At the three outer District Schools the 
children cleaned up their school yards and planted trees and flowers which they 
themselves had brought in from the woods. In one or two cases tiie children 
also cleaned out the school rooms, a rather necessary operation. 

At the Center there were exercises by tlie scholars — readings and songs 

a short talk on the care of trees and birds, and the planting in the school 
yard of a choice flowering tree, the money for which was raised by the children. 

It is hoped by the time this magazine is in press there will be gardens 
and vines along the fences, planted by the children with proper aid and 
direction. Plants have been offered, and all plants and vines sent would be 
gratefully accepted, especially those flowering in the fall. 

The stained glass memorial windows for St. Michael's Church, Brooklyn, 
upon which the Misses Maude and Genevieve Cowles have been working the 
past winter, were unveiled at the morning service Easter .Sunday. The cere- 
mony consisted of a short special service at the font conducted by Dr. Vance, 
the rector. 

Back of the font are the two windows, side by side, gothic in character. 
The general design of both is similar but worked out with contrast and variety 
in the details. The body of each is the fleur-de-lys growing out of water, 
symbolic of the spirit ; in one window, the upper, pointed portion is filled with 
interlacing rose branches and in the other the design is of intertwining apple 
boughs. These are symbolic of the sweetness of the woman and the strength 
of the man. 

The windows were put into glass under the supervision of the artists by 
workmen trained under LaFarge. 

The Misses Cowles are now engaged in designing a window in memory 
of a deaconess to be placed in the Honor Room of Grace Church Parish House 
in New York. It is to represent a procession of choir boys passing into tlie 

Mr. Cadwell's bid for repairing New Britain road has been accepted and 
work will be begun immediately. ^i- 1^- 1^- 

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EMtor'5 Sftctcb IBoQli 

We deem ourselves most fortunate in being able to publish in this issue of 
The Farmington Magazixe a paper written in the winter of 1874 by Miss 
Sarah Porter. It supposes the return of a former resident after fifteen years spent 
in California, and gives to a comrade the changes that have taken place during 
their absence. It is a view of Farmington in its ideal light — what it might be — 
and it is most interesting to note what has "come true" among the events 
Miss Porter prophesied. The letter shows how near to Miss Porter's heart was 
the welfare of her native village, welfare to be gained by working out its own 
salvation, not borrowing from the methods of other towns. 

We are told that the term Village Improvement Society originated with 
Miss Porter, and some of the improvements she speaks of have been accomplished 
by that society which was so wisely guided by her in its beginnings. 

This Letter was written for the Lyceum, and we add a few facts which have 
been sent us concerning that interesting organization. 

"The winter of 1874-5 was enlivened by meetings for profit and pleasure 
held fortnightly and dignified by the name of 'The Lyceum.' Their originator 
was a Mr. Wood — teacher of the North School, and they were begun as a 
'debating club' — Mr. Wood and the Methodist minister taking active part. 
Debating not meeting entirely the desire of the audience, other things were 
introduced. Readings were given; tableaux; short farces; all by citizens. The 
meetings were in the old Town Hall, and were largely- attended. The small 
expense connected with them was met by a contribution taken up at the last 

ISIr. A. D. Vorce was the president of the Lyceum for a time, and it is 
through his kindness this letter by Miss Porter was preserved and sent to The 
Farmington Magazine. 

The schools close this month and it is hoped there may be many who will 
be interested in the closing exercises. Nothing in community life is much more 
important than what the children are doing, and few things help them more 
than expressions of interest and the acknowledgement of that importance. For 
the next magazine we hope to have some account of what has been done and 
what special progress has been made in both the Center and the other district 

We learn with pleasure that the plans of Mr. Charles Whitmore for the 
memorial building to Miss Porter, have been accepted, and the building will 
be begun in July. Next month we hope to have a description in full of the 
new building with designs. 

Miss Pope is to use the old chapel building for a sewing and cooking 
school and a nobler purpose it could not serve. It will stand further back 
on the church green and will be restored and repaired, keeping its original 
form and appearance. 

Farmington is mourning the loss of one of its finest and oldest houses, 
built at about the same time as the church and by the same architect, Capt. 
Judah Woodruff. The Country Club was a good example of the successful 
restoration of a colonial structure, made more beautiful and comfortable with- 
out destroying its character. We want to accept and reverence whatever our 
ancesters left of beauty and strength, but at the same time to use our better 
knowledge for the doing away with many of the discomforts they had to 
endure — and adding the advantages of which they knew nothing — as for 
instance, running water and piazzas. 

The Farmintrton Mafrazine 

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Farmington, Conn. 

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Palms, Ferns, and other plants for decoration and for sale. 
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We sell Cook Oranges by the dozen, the half box or the whole box. 
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even a cheap photographer, are slowly, but surely fading 
out. Yet many jieople still feel that any sort of a pic- 
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bound to be satisfactory. But in the case of a dearly 
beloved father or mother, or son or • anghter, or olher 
near relative having passed beyond recall, the question 
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The Farmington Magazine will be issued the first day 
of each month. It will contain matters of interest to all 
who feel an interest in the village of Farmington, its people, 
its activities, and its surroundings, — its objects of artistic 
and historic value. 

Terms : 15 cents a single copy. 
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Subscriptions may be sent to the Secretary of The 
Farmington Magazine, Farmington, Conn. 

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Rev. Noah Porter, D. D. 
John Treadwell Norton. 

Miss Sarah Porter. 

Rev. Noah Porter, D. D., LL. D., 

President of Yale University. 

Edward Norton. 

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Vol. I. JULY, 190 1 No. 9 

Some Mortbies ot tbc Xast Generation 

IMucii of the beauty of Furmington is made by its natural features, its moun- 
tains and river. But like so many New England villages, it is the men and 
women that make the real character of the towns. As generation after generation 
passes it begins to be realized that certain individuals — a deacon, a minister, 
a school teacher, a farmer, or a doctor — have unselfishly kept the towns pointed 
toward healthy and lofty ideals. These are the heroes whose deeds are unrecorded 
(except in our hearts), who have been the backbone of New England, of the West, 
and ultimate!)- of the world. 

No matter how hard the conditions of life may have been these ancestors 
have alwaj's stood by education, and in turn education has stood by them. Farm- 
ingtoti, like all college towns, has had a peculiar literary life of its own. And 
over everything and through everything, as the Indian Summer light bathes 
everything in a golden hue, has been the quiet but powerful influence of such 
men and women as Deacon Simeon Hart, as Miss Sarah Porter. These pictures, 
and the list is necessarily incomplete, represent very many activities of life. The 
loved and respected preachers, the faithful doctors and teachers, the musicians and 
the public and private characters are all good men and true. 

We often wonder if our own generation will be able to fill the pLices of these 
worthies. We feel pretty sure they will not in the same waj- but in other ways, 
and we all believe that the inlluence of the really good and uaselfisli never dies. 

J^ez: iVoa// rortcr, D.D.; Rev. Noah Porter D.D., LL.D., President of I'ale 
University ; J/iss Sarah Porter. A town would be counted fortunate which was 
the birth place and residence of any one of the above named persons. Fannington 
is thrice blest. Dr. Porter was born and largely educated in this town, and was 
gladly called at the age of twenty-five to the pastorate of its church in 1806. 
The reasons assigned for the call are that " this Society, from personal acquaintance 
with Mr. Noah Porter, Jr., being one of us, and from sufficient experience of his 
ministerial gifts and qualifications, are satisfied that he is eminently qualified for 
the work of the Gospel ministry." Those " gifts and qualifications " were signally 
shown during the sixty years of his ministry, not only in his church and town 
but also throughout the State and denomination. 

His son, who was born in 1811, in Farmington, has linked the name of this 
town with the fame of the great University which is known wherever education 
and civilization extend. He died in 189i. 

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Of Miss Sarah Porter much has been gladly said in this magazine. Born in 
1813, she died in 1900, rich in the grateful love and veneration of generations of 
cultured women who had passed through the school which slie had taught for 
nearly sixty years. She was one of the great educators whose name and work 
are the highest wealth of this rich nation. 

yohii Trcadivcll Norton was born April 28, 1795, and, like a surprising 
number of the more distinguished of his townsmen, was descended from one 
of the settlers known as the Seven Pillars. While a young man he engaged 
in mercantile and other business in Albany, amassing for those daj's a large 
fortune, and was a president of the New York Central Railroad of that time. 
Not long after 18.'50 he removed the little red house of his grandfather. Gov. 
Treadwell, and, building a new house more retired from the main road, turned 
acres of waste land into beautiful lawns and gardens. His few leisure hours 
were largely devoted to the public good. Helping provide a site for Miss Porter's 
school, and, witli the late James Cowles, Esq., esfahlishing the water-power which 
brings prosperitj' to Unionville, were among the enterprises which prospered in 
his hands. Of commanding presence and address and of genial manners he was 
conspicuous in all assemblies. He died June 13, 1S09. 

Edivard, son of yoliii T. Norton^ Esq., was born in Albany, Feb. 12, 
1823, and died in this town April 8, 1891. He graduated from Yale College in 
the class of 1844. After several years of a business life in Albany employed in 
railroad matters and in stove manufacturing, he returned to his old home in 
Farmington about 1857. Here he devoted himself to stock raising, especially of 
Alderneys, and established the first Creamery of the State. He was an authority 
on entomolog)' and rendered valuable assistance to the public library. 

Deacon Simeon Hart was born in Burlington, Nov. 17, 1795, and graduated 
at Yale College in the class of 1823. His life labor was that of a school teacher, 
first of district schools, that he might earn money for his college expenses, then as 
principal of the Farmington Academy from 1823 to 1835, and finally until his 
death. April 30, 1853, as principal of a boarding school for boys. He was a most 
delightful and successful instructor, honored and reverenced by all who came under 
his care. He was also the principal founder and the first treasurer of the Farm- 
ington Savings Bank. His pet diversion was agriculture, born with his reading 
of Virgil and stimulated by the unbounded enthusiasm of his early pupil, Prof. 
John Pitkin Norton. 

Elijah /.cwts was born in Granby, Ct., in 1811, and came to Farmington at 
the age of 11 years. He was a pupil of Deacon Simeon Hart. For a time he 
sold clocks in the Adirondacks and Canada during the winter, then was a farmer 
in this town until his death. He was one of the party on the first canal boat 
that sailed through the Farmington canal. The cupboard is still in existence 
which Mrs. Lewis filled with pies for that memorable occasion. 

Erastiis Scott, the grandson of the grandson of Edmund Scott, one of the 
settlers of this town, was born Nov. 6, 1787. His house still stands on the land 
belonging to his ancestor Edmund. He was unusuallj' prominent in the public 


Deacon Simenn Hart. 

Egbert Cowles. 

Dr. E. W. Carrington. 

Elijah Lewis. 

Sainuel S. Cowles. 

Rev. T. K. Fcssenden. 

Erastus Scott. 

Dr. Asahel Thomson. 

Henry Mygatt. 

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life of the village, filling the offices of First .Selectman, First Assessor, Collector 
of Taxes, and Constable for a long term of years, indeed his patriarchal sway 
embraced pretty much all matters of public utility. His popularity was unbounded 
and needed no help from the ways of modern politicians. lie was universally 
known and addressed as Captain .ScotI, a title more valued in the olden time than 
that of any doctorate, whether of laws,' theology or philosophy. He died June 
28, 1873. 

Egbert Coiv/es, great grandson of the grandson of John Cowles, a first settler 
of the town and one of the "Seven Pillars of the Church," was born April 4, 
1785. He was conspicuous in the public life of the town, long a Judge of Pro- 
bate, and filled the offices by which he could be most useful to his fellow men. 
A town or society meeting for a long series of years which did not listen to 
his addresses of wisdom was unknown. His knowledge of olden-time life and 
affairs was exceptional. Closing his eyes and abstracting himself from all things 
present, he would pour forth the most minute and vivid account of his early days. 
The Ecclesiastical Society arranged for an appropriate celebration of his one hun- 
dredth birth-day, but he passed away a few months before the arrival of the day. 

Samuel Smith Cozulcs was born in Farmington Dec. 9, 1814. At the age of 
17 he began learning the business of a printer in a book publishing concern at 
Windsor, Vermont. In 1837 he was a journeyman printer in Boston. A year 
later he began to edit and print the Charter Oak, an Anti Slavery paper in 
Hartford. He returned to his native village in 1843 and after the death of 
Deacon Simeon Hart, became the treasurer of the Farmington Savings Bank 
which prospered greatly under his management. In all public affairs he was a firm 
and unwavering defender of what he deemed the right. He died Dec. 5, 1872. 

Dr. Asahcl Thomson, descended from the first settler Thomas Thomson, one 
of the "Seven Pillars of the Church," was born April 16, 1790, and died May 2, 
1866. After graduating at Yale in 1810 he was a private tutor in the family of 
Lawrence Lewis, Esq., nephe\v of General Washington, at Woodlawn, Va. In 
1815 he studied medicine with Dr. EH Todd, and was a student in the Medical 
College in New Haven preparatory to his life work as physician of this village. 
He was conservative in his principles and taste. Dr. Johnson was his model of 
literary greatness and President Dwight his admiration in all things. 

Dr. Ed'vin W. Ccrrington, a son of Allyn Carrington, was born in the 
year 1806, in Woodbridge, Conn., whence he came to Farmington in 1826. 
From then till his death in 1852 lie served his town as physician. His portrait 
was taken from an old miniature and represents Dr. Carrington as he looked 
when he first came to Farmington. 

Rev. Thomas Kendall Fcssendcn, son of Joseph and Sibyl Jane (Holbrook) 
Fessenden was born in Brattleboro. Vt., Sept. 10, 1813, and graduated at 
Williams College in 1833. He was the pastor of Congregational churches in 
Norwich, Conn., Homer, N. Y., and Ellington, Conn. In his later j-ears he 
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in Middletown, and for the Hampton Institute in Virginia. He died in this 
village Jan. 18, 1894, and is buried in the New Cemetery, which he had done 
much to enlarge and beautify. 

Mr. I/i'i/ry Mvffatt. a descendant of Deacon Joseph Mygatt of Hartford, 
the immigrant ancestor of the family, was born in Wethersfield, Jan. 27, 1804. 
Marrying, in 1830, a granddaughter of Capt. Judah Woodruff, the famous builder 
of this village, he built a house on her ancestral estate just north of the newly 
erected house of Mr. John T. Norton. Here he died, Jan. 9, 1882. He was 
a farmer and especially a horticulturist. His recreation was music. For many 
years he played the flute in the choir during the days when all manner of 
orchestral instruments had not given place to the organ. 

Hiiia anucmic 
XanC^ 0% the IRainbow 

"No spring in Hawaii," you say? Most assuredly yes! It is true there is 
no external change ; the green of the algeroba trees as feathery as ever, the 
hibiscus hedges flaunting their red blossoms, the Trade Wind creeping down from 
the mountains. All this to be seen and felt at any time of the year. But some- 
where, somehow, it comes — a whisper of poetrj' in the air, a magic in the stars. 
"So spring is here," we exclaim. "Spring! Spring!" And for our wild 
flowers — anemones, violets, hepaticas — we have only to look in the sky, and 
there they are in a band of rainbow stretching straight across Nuanu. Or 
perhaps falling out of the arch that is shivering into mist over Manoa. Or 
coming with the dawn, all faint and pink. Sometimes, too, they are to be 
seen in the moonlight — white, ethereal, like the tlowers of a dream. 

The rainbow makes so large a part of life here that it is not surprising to 
find a legend connected with it — the legend of Laieikawai. She was a beautiful 
princess, "Alii Nohea," and she had a stern parent of course — a most rampa- 
geous old father! When she was born, he decreed that she should be killed, — 
just because she was not the son and heir he was longing for. Her mother, 
however, forseeing that the litttle Laieikawai was to be a person of distinction, 
liad her hurried away to her grandmother, Waka, who promptly hid her in a 
cavern that could be reached only by driving through a narrow passage leading 
up into it from the celebrated pool of Waiapuka. Soon a rainbow was seen 
hovering over the entrance to the cavern ; and ever after the rainbow followed 
Laieikawai, and she became so celebrated that prophets sought her and kings 
asked her hand in marriage. Finally came the fairy prince, and together they 
went to the moon and "lived happily forever." Some say that they came back 
to earth again by a rainbow ladder. Whether this be true or not, who can tell.' 
The rainbow is still hanging over the hills, the sky flowers still blossom for us, 
and here and there in forgotten valleys are old natives who can chant the story 

of Laieikawai. 

Lucy Adams. 


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Uhc Govcruov'9 (Iboicc 

"A rnioAD and beauteous prDspect, (Governor!" 

The Governor and the Lieutenant Governor lay at lenjjjlh against a pasture 
wall on the ridge overlooking tiie (;o\enior's house and below them, from South 
to North, swept the halt'-hori/.on of the Farniington Vallev. 

"For sixty years, Roger" answered his Excellency, "I have known that 
fair scene, in the same unchanging peace; and now you come to tell me that 
that peace is there no longer." 

It was the year ISltt. Two great epochs in Connecticut history had met 
in the two men who gazed across the valley, as these eras were meeting and 
clashing in the life of the .State. 

His Excellency, John Treadwell, (Governor of the .Slate of Connecticut, 
powerful, commanding in stature, stift" in manner, with rough iiewn head and 
homely, stern face of the same mould that had glared, grim and set, under 
the steel caps of the Ironsides: a Puritan in every mode of thought, of the 
very spirit of that old colonial tlioocracy whose authority was the Jiible and 
whose king was Jehovah. And on his left, Roger (iriswolil, Lieutenant-Governor, 
clean-featured, graceful in bearing, alert, adaptive, a man of the new centurv. 

"And like that valley" went on Griswold. "so lies Ccjnnecticut, vour 
Excellency, in outward appearance (juiet, but beneath is unrest. A new force 
is forming in the land, and it heaves at the b(5nds that have held the State 
since it was first a cok>ny and that are now too narrow. And this new thing 
has strength, — as you know!" 

The Governor nodded. Both men were thinking of that bitter scene a week 
before, in the old State House at New Haven, when John Treadwell, canih'- 
date of the Federalist party, he, of a line of governors accustomed by unva- 
rying tradition to receive re-election so long as they sought re-election, he, after 
only one term of oilice, had failed of a popular majority and had barelv gotten 
his second term by a hard fought vote in the (jeneral Assembly. 

It was practical revolution. The unwritten laws of the land of Steady 
Habits had been suddenly thrust aside. And last of all men could John Tread- 
well, bewildered and stunned, understand the nature of this new force lianunering 
at all that he believed in and loved in .State and Church. 

" Before the next election " continued the Lieutenant-Cjovernor. " this com- 
bination of new elements will have crystallized into a party with a definite 
programme. The Federals must be ready to meet it. We must either adapt 
ourselves to the change in the times and the feelings of the people, or be 

"Adapt ourselves! Turn Radical! What mean you, Roger.''" broke out 
Treadwell angrily. 

"Nay, I do not mean to yield to Radical beliefs. I would not give up 
the essential things for which the old party has always stood, no matter what 
the vote might be," said Griswold cpiickly. "But we must accommodate our- 

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selves, in matters of form and manner, to the times. We must either win 
over and gradually' unite with ourselves the good and patriotic men of this new 
movement, by timely concessions, and thus meet the change gradually, or else 
the flood will at last break all barriers, and all the good, as well as all the 
evil in the old system, will be swept away in a great revolutionary change." 

The Governor looked steadily out at the distant hills. "But yielding a 
little means losing all in the end. There can be no lasting compromise. It 
must either be the old order, as it always has been, or some new order that 
knows not us nor our ways." 

"No," replied Griswold, "We must keep the spirit of the old in the forms 
of the new. Give broader and more liberal paths for the old lite. And as 
leader of our party, this work lies first with you." 

"What would you have me to do, Roger" said the Governor. I cannot 
join with atheist and sceptics. State it plainly, man!" 

Griswold looked pit3ingly at his old friend. Very reluctantly, at the urging 
of the Federalist leaders, he had undertaken the task of making their political 
requirements clear to Governor Treadwell. 

"There you touch on the key of the matter, Governor. It is on the side 
of religion that we must make concessions. Nay! " as the Governor's face grew 
dark, "Nay, not that we must give up aught of our own faith, but that the 
beliefs of others must have more freedom, and that the State shall favor one 
no more than another. Our close association of the Church with the State has 
been our weak point in this contest. And you, our leader, represent such 
association all too strongly. As you well know, in this last election you were 
lampooned as "Deacon" Treadwell; you were called the partisan of Yale 
College and her hierarchy : you knew more of theology, they said, than of 
statesmanship, more of Foreordination and Grace, than of the affairs of state." 

Treadwell made no reply, and Griswold, fairly started, plunged on. " As 
our candidate for next election j'ou must not be so weighted. Resign as deacon ; 
write no more on theology ; separate, so far as may be, faith from politics. 
All those who are outside the established church are now combined against you, 
be they Episcopalian, sceptic. Catholic or atheist. The one way to break this 
combination is to separate our politics from our creeds. Our next candidate for 
governor must do this." 

"Must! Roger.''" said the Governor grimly, "Is this a threat.'" And he 
turned and looked frowningly at his friend. " Does my re-nomination for the 
office of Governor depend on my compliance with these demands?" 

Griswold was on his feet at once in his final appeal. "I make no threats, 
or promises. I know you too well, John, for that. But I speak for our party 
and for the State. John Treadwell, we are at the place of decision. Either 
we must yield somewhat, or we must go down, and if we go down — I speak 
from no selfish standpoint — there will go down with us the best of the past of 
this Commonwealth ! I plead for the Federal party, our State, and the old 
Church ! For myself, your old friend, and for your own future ! Will you not 
hear me ? " 

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Treadwell slowly rose to his feet and stood with iiis face toward tlie wett. 
Below him in bits of broken silver, the ri\er Hashed throiifrh the trees. Across 
the distant meadows the trrowini^ siiadows crept in loiifr pencil lines. 

Griswold looked up at his friend. The (Governor's hands were clenched at 
his sides, the tall figure bent forward, and the red of the sunset burned on the 
heavy, homely face, with its slowly moving, silent lips. With bowed head 
and closed eyes the last of the Puritan Governors faced tlie new century, and 
prayed to his God for wisdom to see the right and strength to do it, what- 
ever the sacrifice of place and fortune. 

Then, as Griswold rose in anxious silence, the Governor's eyes opened. 
As though drawn by a magnet his look turned to the South, where, shim- 
mering through the Summer haze, a slender spire pierced the tree-tops above 
the village. For the best part of his life he had carried the bread and the wine 
to the worshippers in that church. It stood for the deepest things in his soul. 
And now in the most momentous question of his time, its white shaft pointed 
for him the answer that marked a turning point in Connecticut's history, and 
closed John Treadwell's career. 

"No, Roger, I cannot do it." Heiusert Knox Smitit. 

1u5epcn&cncc Da^ in Jfarmiuflton in Ic ®\x>z\\ XTiiue 

At daybreak the report of muskets or of a small swivel broke the slumbers 
of the villagers. At sunrise the church bell was rung vigorously and the small 
boy added to the din by firing a pistol or an end of a gun barrel brought 
back from Concord busted. The grenadiers paraded covering themselves with 
glor)-, as they led the procession to the Meeting House. After invocation a 
chosen reader pronounced the Declaration of Independence, concluding with the 
sentiment, "That a Sovereign such as George the third, exhibiting such qual- 
ities of character, was unfit to be the ruler of a free people." The assembly 
then was led by the invincible Grenadiers to some grove where dinner was 
provided on long tables and generally provision was made for duly washing down 
the substantial meal. Then the toastmaster called all to order, inviting the rural 
orators to improve the opportunity. Of course the glories of our arms at Lex- 
ington, at Concord and at Hunker Hill were dwelt upon and the clenched fist 
shaken towards imaginary British red coats. Generally the first toast drunk 
was otTered by a resident Major General and was thus stated: "Fellow Citizens, 
I oflfer you in memory the Patriot, George Washington." Lesser heroes were 
not forgotten nor were the ladies overlooked : 

"The world was all a void, 

The garden but a wild, 
And Man the Hermit sighed 
Till lovely woman smiled." 

So the ancients celebrated here the natal day of our independence and kept 
their powder dry. 

There was little of disorder, not much appearance of intemperance in food 
or drink. No fears of midnight revels disturbed the populace as they went to 
rest. As was said of Abou Ben Adhem, "May their tribe increase!" 

C. RowE. 

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Si.i"t\? l])cars Hgo 

Sixty years ago every able bodied man in town, of suitable age, was re- 
quired bv lavf to present himself once each year on training day, arined and 
equipped as the law directs. He was to be subject to the inspection and 
commands of that magnificent personage the train band Captain. The town 
boasted of two companies of militia, one the Grenadiers with elegant uniforms, 
blue coats faced with white, white trousers, and Roman helmets surmounted 
with waving white plumes, — a select body of men whose numbers \vere con- 
stantly diminishing as the ancient military glory of the town decayed. The other 
companj- comprised all others wiio were liable to military duty, and was legally 
known as the First Company of the Fourteenth Regiment of Infantry, but 
popularly as the Bushwhackers. One of the old military orders has come down 
to us with its ^voodcut of flags, drums, tents, arms and other details of the pomp 
and circumstance of war, and the following order: 

"Attention! First Companj', Fourteenth Regiment, Infantry. To either of 
the non-coininissioned oflicers : You are hereby commanded to give legal ^varning 
to all the members of said Company to appear on parade at the usual place, on 
Monday, the first day of May next, at 9 o'clock a. m. armed and equipped as 
the law directs, for Company inspection and exercise. LUCIUS S. COWLES, 
Captain Commanding. Dated at Farmington this 12th day April, 1843. Also 
are requested to furnish 12 Rounds blank cartridges." 

The last specification concerning powder was the thing of prime importance 
as will presently appear. I remember with great distinctness the events of this 
particular military display, almost, if not quite the last that took place in our 
streets. Lucius Cowles was Captain and Frederick Cowles was his Lieutenant. 
Both %vere arraved in gorgeous uniforms. The rank and file, with an occa- 
sional red and black uniform representing the past glory of the company, were 
drawn up in a single line which reached from the store bearing the ne-vly 
painted sign of Wm. Gay & Co. eastward nearly or quite to Whitman's tavern. 
Some had muskets with bayonets and some without. Some carried fowling 
pieces or anj-thing from which powder could be fired. The others were armed 
and equipped with whip stocks, umbrellas, or anything with which they could 
carry out the order to shoulder arms. The favorite commands were make 
ready, take aim and fire, at the latter of which the guns began to go off like 
a rattling long-drawn-out peal of thunder. This done the company was marched 
of? to other grounds to repeat their exercises as long as the twelve rounds of 
ammunition lasted. The whole resembled a modern Fourth of July, but w^as 
vastly more amusing, less dangerous, and less annoying. Training Day was, or 
rather had been, one of the three great days of the year in New England, 
sharing with Election Day and Thanksgiving Day the enjoyments that came 
seldoTn and were all the more enjoved. 

Julius Gay. 

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Hbout tbc 36obolinU 

When one has lived nine or ten year^; in Europe and tiien returns to America, 
while still three hundred miles from shore the sky begins to look ditl'erent Irom 
the European skies. It seems hi<rher, and the long lines of cirrus clouds look 
cleaner and happier. Perhaps the atmosphere is rarer, and doubtless the gods 
can see better what is going on. in their earth. We returned to our native 
country in the autumn, and as we sailed into Xew York bay the autumn trees 
came down to the water's edge to greet us, covered with red and gold. I had 
expected from some of the American pictures I had seen abroad that tiie autumn 
trees would offend my Latin Qiiarter sensibilities by their crude coloring, but 
instead they were beautiful Venetian reds and yellows. 

An excited American seized me by the arms, "Look at that, you never see 
such colors in your country," he thinking I was a Frenchman — from my cunning 
little hat I suppose. I think it must be like the dead revisiting the earth ; or like 
visiting a church service after a vacation of ten years, everything seems so new 
and yet familiar. To hear the Katy-dids again, and see the Fireflies popping fire 
on the lawn, and to catch the first notes of the returning birds! 

There is lots of good wine and beer in Europe, and some fine pictures, but 
there is no Katy-did, no Mocking bird, no Humming bird, no Fireflies, and 
without mentioning everything, there is no Bobolink. 

I showed a Bobolink to my class this morning. " What is that bird? " I asked. 
No reply. (Most of my scholars have the misfortune to live in a city,) "It is a 
Bobolink," I said patiently and sadly. "Oh," said one, "I thought it was a skituk 
black bird:' 

About the tenth of May the Bobolink arrives in Farmington : he scales side- 
wise over the Whitman meadow, running a little exercise for his summer song. 
Some have interpreted it as : 

"Tom Denny, Tom Denny, come pay me the five and a half sixpence you 
owed me more than a year and a half ago." 

The 3'ellow breasted chat is a very eccentric bird, hanging down his legs 
while he flies and sings, but the Bobolink is so much more common that his antics 

are better known. 

" Half hid in tip top apple blooms he sings. 

Or climbs against the breeze with quivering wings, 

Or giving way to it with mock despair 

Runs down a brook of laughter through the air." 

In the old print of a cow's foot the Bobolink makes its home, above it are 
the tall daisies and the clovers, which almost hide the sky. Perhaps you may 
think it a dull life hatching these five eggs. Perhaps j-ou think it a small thing 
to migrate back and forth eight hundred miles. The grasshopper pays madam 
Bobolink a visit, dressed in green coat and goggle eyes. The ants travel up 
and down the timothy grasses to take points on the weather, or run around on 
some uncharitable errand. The butterflies cast quite a shadow on the other side. 

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No one can more devoutly pray to be preserved from the terrors that come 
by night than the Bobolink. The nosing weasels, the skunks, the snakes, the cats 
and rats. Those early hunters in the interior of Africa may understand. No 
wonder the hair on the Bobolink's little head turned white years ago. He plays 
and rollicks through the air, as though his little body was drunken with the 
intoxications of spring. But it is the old story of the jester that is laughing 
and entertaining the world, while his family is always on the thinnest verge 
of destruction or surrounded with the grimmest realities of life. 

When I have learned the bird language, I shall say little "gumps" why don't 
you build in the top of a tree, you and the sparrow, and the meadow lark.? 

There may be no answer, but if there is we will all learn something. Per- 
haps the Bobolink will say " By the great dock leaf, — or by the great Eupatorium 
Vulgatium, — we never thought of that idea." 

If I should tell you all about the Bobolink changing his plumage so that the 
males and females all look alike, and how the male ceases singing as soon as the 
brood is hatched, then you would reply, but we knew that before, we read all 
about it in Bryant's poem about the Bobolink ; but you might further add we love 
to hear it again, it refreshes our memory and it is like being revaccinated against 
ornithological ignorance. R. B. B. 


Jules JSastien Xepaoe 

While Mr. Flagg was copying a picture in the Louvre, a little English mid- 
shipman engaged him in conversation. Among other things the midshipman said, 
"My grandfather was a British Admiral, and on his dying bed he told me to 
'always hate a Frenchman as I would the devil.'" 

It is this kind of gentle teaching that inclines nations to have such distorted 
ideas of each other. Numbers of English-speaking people always think of French- 
men as dancing masters, and their art and literature is classed under a general 
head of artificiality. All this seems almost amusing to those who have traveled 
through modern France and also through French history. The real truth is, that 
France has such a varied character that if one chooses to see only her faults, they 
are colossal, but they do not overbalance her virtues. 

Could any other country have produced a more wonderful character than 
Joan of Arc ? And all through literature can one find more genuine men than 
Montaigne, Balzac, and the great Moliere ? And was it not Victor Hugo who 
gave the modern altruistic impulse with his Les A//scrad/es ? Among the artifici- 
alities of French art, is there any modern artist more sincere than Millet, more 
painstaking and intent after truth than Bastien Lepage or Messonier ? How 
minutely painstaking is Delauney, and a host of others ? What conscientious 
painters of nature ? 

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Let us salute France. Not alone because she reaclicj oiil In r li:;iul to u.-, in 
our hour of need, but because of her noble character. It is not so well known as 
it should be that all the world sits at her feel and learns the sciences and the 
arts. In France, many of us in many professions have had our schoolinj^ I'lt-e. 

What a home for the inventions of the human mind, lor nearly all tin' in- 
ventions can be traced to France — many that we think peculiarly American, like 
the sewing machine, the use of steam, and so forth. Even the first iileas of 
Republican liberty were dreamed in France. 

But what need for me to speak of all these well known things ? As well, 
put one's hand on the Sun and speak reassuring words. There is the great country 
of France. Around her waist are her beautiful vineyards, and underneath them, 
like her glorious wine, beats her brave and afl'ectionate heart. 

But, to come back to the neighborhood of my subject. There are times with 
the fine arts when they seem to progress and blossom, as with the Venetians and 
the Florentines, and again there are times when the arts get so depraved that the 
Lord has to send an artistic Noah. Such was the case when David appeared in 
French art. We would not say that Bastien Lepage was a Noah among the fine 
arts, but was more truly one of the blossoms of a growing period in French Art, 
one of those flowers that nevertheless resemble each other all over the world ; we 
call them the great masters. 

In the year 1848, in the Village of Damvillers, was born Bastien Lepage, a 
homely little boy with blue-gray eyes and sandy hair. It is an interesting custom 
in France for every small town to be on the alert for any symptoms of talent. 
The parish priest or the mayor remarks that some child has a disposition for 
drawing or music. There is a council, and a purse is made up among the towns- 
folk to send the promising student to the best school in the department ; if the 
boy is successful here, his next step is to be sent to Paris to the school of fine arts, 
of music, or one of the numerous other seats of learning, and finally if successful 
he goes to Rome with a pension, and his future is pretty well assured. This is 
the early history of many of the most celebrated French painters and musicians. 
France has a certain tenderness toward her artists, somewhat like that which 
Americans have for their ministers. 

My first remembrance of Lepage is seeing him drawing from the figure in 
Yvon's class. He was well down on the front row, having passed the examinations, 
number one. At this time he was already celebrated from a picture in the Salon. 
A little later he made the examinations for the "Prix de Rome," when he was 
placed number two. But most of his fellow students felt that an injustice had 
been done and that Lepage should have been number one. His fellow students 
carried him around on their shoulders, and talked of giving him a meilal them- 
selves, and blackguarded the authorities copiously. 

Lepage's first exhibition at the Salon attracted general attention — a portrait 
of his grandfather sitting in the open air with a handkerchief and snuff box in 
his lap. The next year his exhibit was a most striking landscape of the hay- 
makers ; one felt the warmth from the drying hay. About this time some of his 
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portrait of a wine merchant, the last a most astonishing production for a young 
man. Lepage's portraits have something in common with Holbein's work. 
There is the same intense comprehension of human character, often very unlovely 
except as truth is beautiful. With Lepage there is also the clearsightedness of 
Balzac. There was a small portrait sent over to America, a Damvillers peasant 
girl standing by a tree. It was kept at a dealers for a tinae, usually with 
its face to the wall, for it made one thoughtful to look at it, and who 
wants to think much in New York. Finally this portrait was sent back to France 
again and kept concealed. Perhaps it is well, for more terrible than anything 
Millet ever was able to express is its pathos, its record of poverty, of gen- 
erations and generations of hunger, ignorance and brutality, all given with a 
delicacy which few can express. 

There is a beautiful picture of Joan of Arc by Lepage in the Metropolitan 
Museum ; originally this picture contained the figure of Joan alone and the rest 
of the canvas was sewed on later. There have been many Joan of Arcs painted 
and sculptured, for every French artist tries his hand at this subject, but few are 
as interesting as this. 

Who is it that says, " notliing astonishes mankind so much as plain truth 
and simple dealing," — and this is the stumbling block with most art histories. 
If it were knowledge that helped, then would the great artists all come from 
Boston instead of from some ignorant little village in France or Italy. 

Like so many of the world's geniuses, Lepage died very young, not having 
reached the full measure of his talents, but the work that he has left, though 
filled with youthful defects, is also marked by very unusual powers. E. C. 

3600ft motes 

The Lion of Janiita by Maurus Jokai, presents pictures of warfare in and 
about Stamboul, strong, virile pictures, not only of warfare but the superstitions, 
wonderful jugglery, the soft as well as the bloodthirsty character of Turk, Ar- 
menian and Greek. The events described are mainly of the early 19th century, 
with numerous jumps back into other centuries, and all with fairly good history as 
foundation. W'e expect every book coming out of this author's part of the world 
to be "theatrical," because events, people, costumes, and all — judged from an 
Anglo-Saxon's point of view — are so. We cannot imagine Anthony Trollope 
or Howells getting at the heart of things Eastern. So one opens a book whose 
j's and k's and h's have the trick of taking each other's sounds, prepared for 
shock upon shock. How the whole world is brought to our piazza chair through 
the story tellers and modern cheap book press. One day our thoughts are all in 
India, the next we are on a hillside farm of Vermont, or in Iceland. Is it at 
all surprising that one, between books, misses the stimulation in one's environ- 
ment ? There are so many clever and enthusiastic writers exploring every crannie 
of this world and the adjoining ones, in order to give us pictures of them, that 
one is no longer American, English, German, or anything else, but a spectator 
of the picturesque world. 

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The Forest Schoolmaster by Peter Rosegj^cr takes you in ainonp; the charcoal 
burners, poacliers, etc., of the IJhick Forest, wlicre many of the peasants arc 
overwhehncd with crass superstitions, and others are without belief in anytiiing but 
tlie necessity for eating and keeping warm or cool. It is an entertaining account 
of the locality, with good descriptions of landscape and cliaracters, and is strong 
in spite of an intense self-consciousness and love of the morbid on the part of 
the author. However this morbidness hardly mars a graceful and poetic spirit 
wliich imparts a great ciiarm to tiie book. C F. 

(G. r. I' ut /null's Sons). 

Dillaoc motes 

^bc Countrv CElub IF^ouse 

On the morning of Sunday, May 2(Hli, about three o'clock, the cry of fire 
announced the speedy destruction of tlie house of the Country Club. To five 
generations of the dwellers on Farmington Street it had been a familiar object, 
and tlie editors of this Magazine now desire some slight record of its liistory. It 
was built for Col. Fislier (iay bj- Capt. Judah WoodruiT, to whose workmanship 
the viUage owes many of its older houses. Tradition, for ^vhich I know no 
authority, asserts that Col. (jay made a journey to Maine, no inconsiderable 
undertaking, and bought at the same time lumber for his contemplated house 
and for the meeting-house of the village. The latter was built in 1771, and 
the account books of Col. Gay, showing very lengthy and minute dealings 
with Capt. Woodruff, under date of October 10, 1706. give him credit " by 121 
days work by yourself Joynering X'22 - Ij - S, by HCi davs by Frajser X'll- 
6-8, and by David 45 days £2-5-0." Other credits follow. The fouiulation 
of the iiouse was a rectangle, the cellar extending under the whole building, 
while below all was a sub -cellar with stone shelves for the storage of butter 
and cream, before tiie day of ice and refrigerators. ^Fhough nearly as deep as 
the well a few feet east of the building, it was never wet. The construction 
of the house was peculiar. Instead of upright timbers a sheathing of two inch 
oak planks set on end, now nearly as hard as iron, surrounded it, on the out- 
side of which the clapboards were nailed and on the inside the lath tor the 
plastering. The whole was proof against rats, mice, and Indian bullets. Tiie 
chimnej's were laid in clay, mortar being used onl)' above tlie roof. The 
kitciien was in the northeast corner and was provided with two brick ovens 
between which was the big fireplace. So the house remained until, in consequence 
of the ill health of Mr. Erastus Gay, his son Fisher, the grandson of Col. 
Fisher, was called home from the south where he was engaged in a lucrative 
business, to assist in the care of the family. More room was needed for two 
families and a gambrel roofed structure was added to the rear witli lines at 
right angles to those of the main building. It contained two kitchens and 
pantrys for the two families. No cellar was ever built under it. On the east 
side was a square porch with a door leading into the kitchen on the west 

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and a broad seat running the whole length of the north side over which was 
a window giving light to the pantry. On the east side across a path stood 
the post of an enormous well-sweep. The L running out from the northwest 
corner, lately the kitchen of the club house, was added as a bedroom about 
the year 18i2. The owners of the Country Club house moved the whole 
structure back several feet and somewhat further to the east, adding a porch 
to the front, a veranda to the west side, and a rustic chimney to the north- 
west corner. The general effect of the outside was carefully preserved. The 
present south-east corner occupies nearly the site of one of the corners of the 
old Lewis house which came to Col. Gay with his wife Phebe Lewis, the 
broad flat corner-stone of which was until lately religiously preserved. In this 
ancient colonial mansion were born two of the children of Col. Gay and all 
the children of his son Erastus and of his grandson Fisher. It was Mr. Erastus 
Gay who planted along the street lines the fine old maples some of which still 
survive. In front was a row of lindens which when measured about the year 
1850 had attained the height of ninety-three feet. When built, the house faced 
on a fine broad street which ran west to the North meadow gate, and was for 
many years unincumbered by stores or churches. The road to Waterville had 
not been cut through the ample grounds, but ran along the eastern bank of the 
river. Now within a few years all the surroundings are changed, the formal 
garden, the fruitful orchard, the farm buildings, all are gone, every line of 
which comes back to the memory as vividly as the familiar faces of friends a 
moment absent. Julius Gay. 

The Center school was closed on the twenty-first of June. The exercises 
consisted of recitations of poems and the reading of papers written by the 
graduates. A diploma will now admit a scholar to the high school at Union- 
ville and most of the graduates will attend there next year. It is hoped, also, 
that the holder of a diploma will be given transportation on the electric cars 
from the district to Unionville by a vote of the town. 

These two provisions, enabling scholars to receive a high school education 
easily and cheaply, if continued year after year, will certainly tend to raise the 
standard of the sciiool by offering a proper incentive to faithful work. A definite 
result can then be expected of the teachers. The school numbers between 130 
and 140 pupils in four rooms. The four teachers may well be called upon to 
fit scholars for a high school; but if more work is asked of them, it cannot 
possibly be done properly. It is hoped that these measures once in force will 
never be retracted. 

Attention this year has been paid especially to the arrangement of the pupils 
in classes so that one teacher might not have more than two or, at most, three. 
Such an arrangement allows each class to receive more of the teacher's time 
and makes more certain the pupil's advancement. In this way, by the time 
scholars have been eight or nine years in the school, they ought to have the 
same abilities and accomplishments that scholars have in the grammar schools 
in other towns and cities throughout the country. H. P. Swktt. 

Tiiii frontispiece in The Faumington Magazine for June was a portrait 
of Commodore Gillam, who came from Rotterdam to Charleston, S. C. In the 
first war with England in company with several Charleston merchants he brought 
in three English Men-of-War, and for this feat was made Commodore by the 
Governor of vSouth Carolina. 

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leMtor's Shctcb Book 

On the afternoon of June 4th at the Farmington Lodpe there occurred 
the unveiling of a tablet to the memory of Miss Porter, which was intended 
to dedicate the house even more than it formerly had been, to her as its 
founder. The day was very beautiful, and many of Miss Porter's former pupils 
came from a distance, as well as friends from town and the school in a bod)', so 
that the house, pia/.za and lawns were full of those most interested in the pur- 
pose of the gathering. The tablet is placed in the hall at the rigiit of the 
front door as you enter. Near this Dr. Johnson stood and read a letter from 
Prof. Sloane, who had expected to be present, and then gave an address during 
which the tablet was unveiled. The services closed with a prayer. We publish 
part of Prof. Sloane's letter and Dr. Johnson's address. Tea was afterwards 
served by the 3'oimg ladies of tlie school and an opportunity given to see the 
house \vhose charm and usefulness appeal strongly to all. 

Prof. Sloane writes : Nothing could be more interesting 

or important than the occasion of imveiling such a tablet to Miss Porter's 
memory. Every girl in tiiis or coming generations ought to catch inspiration 
from the daily reminder she will have as she sees the memorial that Miss 
Porter's laborious profession was for her a continuous call to work for and 
with her neighbors as well as in the duties of her vocation. I think there is 
nowhere a more beautiful charity than the Farmington Lodge. The memor)' of 
the just is sweet and when compassion is so blended with justice as it was in 
Miss Porter's character, the influences are nearest to perfection of any that are 
exercised in the every day life of this world. That the work of the Lodge is 
to go right onward under the visible reminder of its great founder is to me a 
source of genuine satisfaction. Ever sincerely and respectfully yours, 

Princeton, May 29, 1901. Wm. M. Sloane. 

The address was as follows : 

"We are met here to-daj' in memory of one whose influence is more felt 
and whose character is more an inspiration, as the years advance. This house 
with its loving ministry is a reflection of her spirit. It embodies an effort 
to bring under the cheering and uplifting effects of this quiet scenery which 
you have learned to love, some who might not otherwise be able to enjoy its 
restful charm. Like man)' of the ancient structures of this village it has seen 
the light of three different centuries, as we mark time. For a decade and a 
half, it has done its twice blest work of mercy — blessing ' him that gives and 
him that takes.' So quickly and clearly was it seen to be the expression of 
the spirit of your wise teacher, that response to the first call for establishing 
this place of rest was prompt and ample, as has been its support, each giving 
as she has wished, without the incentive of other gifts, or of the fame of her 
own. The list of givers has never been published. The effort for the mainte- 
nance of this beautiful service has in some cases begun the education of the 
giver in the joy of giving. 

"The wisest of Teachers proclaimed a most important principle when, in the 
effort to lighten the sadness of their coming loss. He told His followers that 
it was expedient for them that He should go away. The influences from Him 
which would continue to act on them would be even more to their advantage 
than those which depended on His visible presence. The things that He had 
spoken to them would be brought to their remembrance when they would be 
better able to comprehend and apply them. Death is a great revealer. We 

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never know the full meaning and value of a life until it is ended on earth. 
We do not exercise our spiritual faculties to their utmost until the occasion is 
past for tlie use of those wliich are physical. ' First that which is natural, 
then that which is spiritual.' It is the quality and the evidence of genius in 
one who has passed out of our sight, that there is this enduring spiritual 
vitality, too subtle and indeed too large to be fully understood at the time, 
constantly going out from remembered %vords and deeds. 

"Nothing is truer of Miss Porter than this continuing vitality. Deeply as 
she was loved and revered in her life, there is a stronger and more controlling 
emotion now in the hearts of many of you, and in its light you are getting 
new and richer meanings from the words she spoke and the deeds she did. 
Nobler effects are coming into your lives as you come to see liow her thoughts 
fit your needs and are adapted to your surroundings, especially as you realize 
how her broad and lofty spirit would meet the facts of your lives. The influ- 
ence of such a personality as that of Miss Porter grows not less but greater 
upon those who can interpret her by the light of sympathy and love. 

"Some of you who share in this occasion did not know her, and the number 
of such must increase. We often come to know causes by tracing our way back 
to them from their effects. You are in the v/ay of understanding her through 
such results of her character and teaching as this house and its blessed ministry. 
Standing on the beautiful ledge above we look out on these broad meadows 
and see lines of trees and shrubs, and by them we trace the stream that is 
hidden from our sight, but which sustains this rich verdure by its life-giving 
qualities. The unseen life of j'our beloved teacher is sustaining and nourishing 
in distant cities and amid quiet duties, much that by its strengtii and beauty, 
its gracious ministries and wise beneficence is making many a wilderness and 
solitary place to be glad, and deserts to rejoice and blossom as the rose. Those 
who have had the privilege of founding this Lodge commend it to you who 
are later comers as a sacred trust, with the hope that as your interest in it 
shall increase, it not only will have your support, but that it may bring joy 
and strength to you as it has to them. 

" We are gathered here to dedicate by formal act this house to the memory of 
her by whose inspiration it was founded. This tablet which is now unveiled 

(The veil was here drawn from the tablet by Miss Dorothy Keep, grand niece of Miss Porter.) 
is placed on its walls that those who come after us maj' know its true founder. 

"This bronze by Mrs. Mary Lawrence Tonetti is a beautiful and enduring 
memorial of Miss Porter. It is to associate her in the minds of its future benefi- 
ciaries with all the loving service for which this Lodge w s established." 


"And they that be wise shall shine as the bright" ;bS of the firmament; and 
they that turn many to righteousness as the stars forever and ever." 

In memory of 

Sarah Porter 

M D C C C X I I I 

M C M 

For sixty years 

the wise and beloved teacher 

in this village 

The Farmington Lodge Society 

was founded in her honor 

in M D C C C L X X X V I 

And dedicated this house to her memory 

in M C M I 

in grateful appreciation 

of her character and example 

The Farminoton Macrazinc 

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Charles L. Whilnian. 
Timothy Cowlcs. 
Thomas Cowles. 

John E, Cowlcs. 
Koyal Andrews. 
William Gay. 

Francis W. Cowles. 

James W. Cowles. 

James Cowles. 

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Vol. I. AUGUST, 190 1 No. 10 

Some Mortbtes ot tF)e Xast ©eneratton 

C/iar/cs L. WhitiJiait was born May 20, 1827. lie and his father for many 
years kept a tavern in Farmington, in the days when there was much team- 
ing through this town. The phice was famous in all the region, partly on 
account of Mrs. Whitman's excellent pies and cake. When one's ancestors 
have been among those who serve t!ie public witli care and courtesy, it seems to 
become second nature in the descendants to be very polite. This might ex- 
plain Mr. Whitman's genial manners, but I am inclined to believe it was more 
a special goodness of heart. He was also for many years one of the directors 
of the bank and an appraiser. 

John Edivard Coivlcs was born November 4, 1819, and died February 22, 
1898. Francis Whtthrop Coivlcs was born November 13. 1810, and died 
March 7, 1868. Their father, Martin, kept a drug store, where stands Miss 
Adgate's summer house, or near there. They spent their lives as well-to-do 
farmers in this village. 

Major Timothy Co-.cics was second son of Col. Isaac Cowles, whose home 
was where Anson Porter now resides. His brothers were Esquire Horace, 
Capt. Richard, Solomon, 2d, and Samuel Hooker. The last named was a 
Yale graduate and died in his young manhood, greatly respected. The busi- 
ness life of Maj. Timothy was passed in farming. He budded the well-known 
Stone Store which was destroyed by fire July 21, 186i. He also owned the 
large hotel building, now the place of the Porter Seminary. Maj. Cowles 
was a broad minded, large hearted man. Many a poor family would witness 
to his large benevolence. He loved to see his fellow men prosper in life and 
gave employment to very many laborers, allowing liberal wages to all. His 
valuable life closed April 28, 1858, aged 7-4, and a good man was at rest. The 
memory of the just is blessed. 

Mr. James Cowles, son of Elijah Cowles, head of the noted firm of Elijah 
Cowles & Co., himself one of the wealthiest men of the village, lived at the 
corner of Main and New Britain Streets. His store was the brick building 
opposite. In the latter part of his life he moved into the house built by 
Gen. George Cowles and devoted himself to the development of his large 
holding of real estate in Unionville, especially of the water-power. He was a 
successful business man, conservative, caring little for theories and of great 
practical common sense. He was born April 17, 1795, and died November 
20, 1858. 

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Mr. yaincs Woodrtiff Coivles was a farmer and lived on the ancestral 
farm on the west side of Main Street half way to Plainville. Here he was 
born August 13, 1804, and here he died November 16, 1867. He will be 
remembered by most as one of the musicians of the village. He had a 
very pleasing tenor voice and led sometimes the choir and sometimes the old 
folks concert, then a novelty. He was also a frequent debater in the town 

Thomas Coivhs was son of Zenas Cowles, long years a merchant in the 
store on the corner of Main Street and road to the railroad depot. He was a 
graduate of Yale College and added the practice of law to farming. Cowles 
was a man of fine personal appearance, a ready debater and a fluent speaker. 
He served in both branches of the General Assembly and was popular with 
his constituents. At one time he went into business in the State of Ohio, 
but in a few years returned to his native town, where his later days were 
passed. His son, Capt. William Sheifield Cowles of the nav)', now owns and 
occupies the Old Gate homestead on the corner. The old store building is 
doing duty as a laundry for the ladies' seminary. Thomas Cowles died October 
22, 1884, aged 75 years. Elizabeth Sheffield, his wife, died on the '20th two 
days before. So in death they were not divided. One funeral for both. 

Royal Andrews was the fifer for the Putnam Phalanx for between forty 
and fifty years. He was born November 2, 1807. 

Deacon Williant Gay was for fully twenty-five years a deacon in the church, 
and for all his active life was one of Farmington's most capable business men. 
He was president of the savings bank and treasurer of the town through the 
trying years of the war. He died February 27, 1889, at the age of 84. 

* Gen. George Cozvles, was the son of Gen. Solomon Cowles, a colonial 
officer. The house with pillars, now the residence of James L. Cowles, was 
built for George by his father, Solomon. For a long time a sign was upon 
the front of his store then standing where the D. R. Hawley house now is. 
The sign read: George Cowles, drugs and medicines. The store continued a great 
many years under his management. Farmington then contained very many mili- 
tary men of high rank in office. It was Col. George Cowles then, afterward 
a Brigadier, then Major General, the highest office in the militia of the State. 
The General was greatly respected by his fellow citizens and justly, as indeed, 
he was a courteous gentleman of the olden time and a very capable military 
officer. His death occurred January 7, 1860, aged 80 years. 

Augustus Ward was born December 4, 1811, and died April 6, 1883, son 
of Comfort and Plumea Ward. He was a merchant in New Britain in its 
earlier days. Marrying a daughter of Mr. Seth Cowles in 1840, he removed 
to this village and built a new house on the site of the old Cowles man- 
sion. He was a farmer, but had much to do with the Farmington Savings 
Bank after its organization in 1851, being one of its most able and efficient 

' The photograph of Gen. Cowles had to be omitted because of lack of space. 

J% ^ ^] 

Augustus Ward. 

Dr. Chauncey Brown. 

Samuel Deming. 

Edward L. Hart. 

Leonard Winship. 

Austin F. Williams. 

Winthrop Wadsworth. 
John Hooker. 
John S. Rice. 

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Deacon Edward Lucas Harl , nephew of Deacon Simeon, was born in East 
Haven, December 31, 1813, and died in this town May 15, 1876. He gradu- 
ated at Yale College in 1836, and after teaching in New Haven and Berlin 
became associate principal in his uncle's school in this village. He was a suc- 
cessful and inspiring teacher, much beloved by all who were favored by his 
friendship. He was for many years a director in the Farmington Savings Bank, 

Winthrop Wadsworth was born in 1812 and was for twenty-seven years 
first selectman of the Town of Farmington. This is the longest term which 
has ever been served by any man in the State of Connecticut. He also rep- 
resented Farmington for six years in the legislature. He died in 1891. 

Dr. Chatinccy Brown was born in Canterbury, Conn. He went to Brown 
University for one year and then to Union College, whence he was graduated 
with honor. He was a student of Greek, reading the Greek Testament with 
great pleasure during the remainder of his life. From the medical school of 
Bowdoin he returned to Canterbury. In the last year and a half of the Civil 
War he was physician and surgeon in one of the hospitals of Washington. 
He came to Farmington about 1835 and in 1837 married Julia M. .Strong. 
He was a strenuous believer in abstinence from alcoholic drink and also in 
anti-slavery when both beliefs were unpopular. He died in 1878. 

Leonard IVinsfiip, a cabinetmaker in Farmington for fifty-four years, was 
born in Hartford in 1793 and died in 1872. All the mahogany work of the 
Congregational Church was done by him. While he was working there a man 
from Macon, Ga., so much admired the railing and pulpit work tiiat he ordered 
a siniilar set for a church in Macon. This order was filled and the work done 
by Timothy Porter of Farmington. There are many houses in town possessing 
pieces of furniture made by Mr. Winship of which they are justly proud. 
The mahogany doors in the A. D. Vorce house were made by him. 

Hon. John Hooker was born April 19, 1816. His early life was spent in 
Farmington, and at the time of his death, last February, this magazine published 
a short memorial notice written by one of his many friends in tliis village. 

Samuel Deniing in his time was one of the staunch citizens of this favored 
town. His occupation was farming as he had a large landed estate. The 
building now a postoffice was built by him, and for a period of time he 
engaged in trade with H. L. Bidwell, the firm being Bidwell & Deming. 
The building was afterward occupied as a tenement. Mr. Deming was an 
officer on the staiT of Gen. George Cowles (a brother-in-law). He took a 
lively interest in the affairs of the Mendi Africans, whose school room was the 
upper portion of his store building. Mr. Deming served at times as magistrate 
and was a fearless defender of what he considered right. His age at the time 
of his death was 73 years, which occurred the 28th of April, 1871. 

Austin F. Williams was born in East Hartford in 1805. Coming to 
Farmington as a young man he engaged as clerk in the drug store of Gen. 
George Cowles and was afterward a partner, the firm being Cowles & Wil- 

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Hams. When the stone store was completed Williams & Mygatt (Henry Alygatt) 
occupied it as a general store, stocked with dry goods, groceries and various 
goods sold in country stores. In after years Mr. Williams started a stone and 
lumber yard in Plainville. The raging canal was then in operation and canal 
boats James Hillhouse, No. 1, and Henry Farnam carried passengers, wood and 
produce to New Haven, loading with groceries and pine lumber on return trips. 
The stone and lumber yard was on the margin of the canal basin where, near 
by, was the Timothy Steele Tavern. Mr. Williams was leader of the church 
choir in Farmington for many years. In 1841 he was very efficient in caring 
for the Mendi Africans. The business at the stone store was transferred to 
Cowles & Rowe in 1836, Mr. Williams having organized a companj- (Williams, 
Camp & Abbe) and opened a wholesale store for the sale of dry goods in 
New York city, so several of our former residents left the quiet country place 
for the activities and bustle of the city. Mr. Williams was in infirm health 
for a considerable period and died December 18, 1885, at the age of 80 years. 

John S. Rice was born April 5, 1816, and died May 10, 1885. He had 
been judge of probate in New Haven and was in the State Legislature before 
coming to Farmington. None of us can forget Judge Rice, with his long white 
hair and beard. Walking among the shadows of the large trees near his house, 
with cloak and cane, one was reminded of the stories of an elderh' baron on 
his estates. I once had some papers drawn up by the Judge about a transfer 
of property. When I wished to pay, he replied in his large manner, " I am 
not practicing law now, but I am always happy to be of any assistance to my 
Farmington friends." He was always active in affairs of the town. 


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public Hibraries an& Xocal 1InC>u5ti-ial Bcvclopmcut 

an Eiuilfsbman's Views of amcrican Kbrarfcei, Given at tbc tectum ot the 
Conuccttcut TLibrar^ Hssjoclation, StratforO, Conn. 

I CANN'OT help feeling that it is a little presumptuous on tiie part of an 
Englishman who is not a librarian and who is only a sojourner in tiiis coun- 
trj' to come here to offer suggestions to Americans who are engaged in library 
work. But I can at least claim to be a user of libraries, and what I have 
to say is entirely in the way of suggestion and not of criticism. And perhaps 
I may at the outset be allowed to explain how I came to be asked to attend 
this meeting. During my seven years stay in Farmington I liave enjoyed tlie 
privilege of all the libraries in Hartford, but in particular of the three which 
are housed in the Atheneum building. From the beginning of my stay in 
Farmington my use of Hartford's library wealth has been continuous and has 
brought me into the pleasantest relationships with Mr. Gay and Mr. Carleton 
of the Watkinson, Mr. Bates of the Historical Society Library and Miss Hewins 
and Miss Cummings of the Hartford Public Library. 

It so happens, too, that during my stay on this side of the Atlantic I 
have been the correspondent of London, Manchester and Glasgow morning news- 
papers, and that my work for them has frequently taken me far afield both 
in this country and in Canada, and on missions which have necessitated the 
use of the public libraries in the cities and towns I have visited. My interest 
in library work and library economy, always keen, has been greatly stimulated 
by this frequent use of many libraries in widely different parts of the country. 
I have often had to spend days, sometimes weeks in them, and it is hardly 
possible to work even a couple of days in a library without observing the 
characteristic features of its policy and management. To anyone who thus visits 
and uses many libraries it soon becomes obvious that nearly every library lias 
a character peculiarly its own and some features in its work which differ from 
those in other libraries. Occasionally after these journeys when I have thus 
discovered a feature that commends itself, I have told my friends of the Hart- 
ford libraries about it, and sometimes I have been asked on my return, wliat 
I had come across in library work that was new. 

Last year my work as a newspaper correspondent carried me much afield. 
I made a round of all the steel ship-building j'ards on the Atlantic coast from 
Chesapeake Bay to Sydney Harbour and thence by way of the St. Lawrence 
ports to the shipyards on the Great Lakes. I also visited the larger of the 
New England cotton manufacturing towns. On each of these excursions it was 
necessary for my work that I should make some research into the local history 
of the industries which I was investigating. But my experience was that the 
public libraries on which I had counted for finding the material 1 needed, had 
almost entirely neglected this side of library work. 

I have long held, and have not infrecjuently put it forward in my news- 
paper letters to England, that American libraries have but little to learn from 
English libraries ; while on the other hand Englisli libraries have much to learn 

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from American libraries, especially in the way of popularising libraries in work 
among children, making the most of their opportunities, and creating op- 
portunities for extending library usefulness. But here was a point in which 
American libraries were behind some of the best and most progressive of munici- 
pal libraries in England, for libraries in the English manufacturing towns of 
the importance of Hartford, New Haven and Bridgeport usually make a spe- 
cialty of collecting printed matter throwing any light on the history of the 
development of the principal local industries. 

I know this is so in my own Town of Warrington, Lancashire, which as 
regards population and the character of its industries ranks with Hartford. It 
is a town with an interesting industrial history, and from material which has 
long been carefully collected by Mr. Madeley, its municipal librarian, its in- 
dustrial history and development can be easily traced. Wigan, a neighboring 
town, is the largest centre of population on the South Lancashire coal field, 
and there the public library has long collected everything in print that apper- 
tains to the history of coal mining and the coal industry. Bootle, another 
Lancashire town, is the chief timber port in Great Britain, and there, too, on 
the shelves of the public library is to be found a large collection of literature 
appertaining to the great industry which has given the town its chief com- 
mercial importance. 

When I got back from my excursions last autumn I told mj' friends at the 
Hartford public library of my surprise at failing to find material affecting the 
industries I had been investigating in the public libraries of the cities I visited. 
They frankly confessed that had I undertaken an investigation of any of the 
principal ILirtford industries and begun work at the public library, I might 
have had a similar experience. But both Miss Hewins and Miss Cummings 
quickly saw the usefulness of collecting the material affecting local industries, 
and a little while after my talk with them Miss Cummings asked me whether 
I would be willing to put before the members of the Connecticut Library 
Association the reasons I had advanced to them in support of my suggestion 
that the public libraries sliould give some attention to the collecting of this kind 
of material. 

I readily consented to do so, for although as I have said I am only a 
sojourner in Connecticut, Connecticut is to me my American home. No Connec- 
ticut man can be more in love with this beautiful State or happier in living 
in Connecticut than I am : and apart from this personal feeling about the State 
I can hardly conceive that there can be anyone here who is in debt to so 
many Connecticut librarians as I am. For six years past all the time I have 
been able to spare from the work of a newspaper correspondent, and some 
time that has been almost stolen, has been devoted to historical research into 
English industrial history, in pursuit of which I have received innumerable 
favors and much practical help at nearly every important library in the State. 

After what I have said it is useless for me to attempt to deny that I 
approach this question as a partisan. I approach it from the standpoint of 
an English student of American economic and industrial conditions, and ad- 

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mittedly I am an interested witness as to tlie utility of the line of library work 
I am suggesting. But conceding all this T think that no public librarian will 
deny that a library can do useful work in connection with local industrial 
development. Before the era of manufacturing in England, in the days when 
each community was self-contained and met all its local wants, historical in- 
terest in our English towns centered about a baronial castle, about a cathedral, 
a market, or a great fair, or a bridge which served as a key to the military 
control of the country. In England industrial interest, so far as history is 
concerned, is only a modern overlay to interest of a much earlier and more 
stirring and more romantic period. Hut in this country, except in the case of 
a few towns, historical interest will center mainly about industrial development 
and in the new century, when a historian approaches the story of the develop- 
ment of a great American city he will inevitably turn first to the question as 
to what have been the commercial and industrial influences which liave made 
the city what it is, and to answer this question he will need just such mate- 
rial as I failed to find when last year I was investigating the development of 
iron and steel ship-building in the cities along the Atlantic coast and the his- 
tory of New England cotton manufacturing. The student of economic and social 
history will also want this first hand material. Nor will its utility wait until 
these historical students come. In the Lancashire towns I have named indus- 
trial matter which is there being collected has been found to have an every- 
day utility to people who are engaged in the industries. 

It may be asked what kind of material I would suggest should be collected. 
To answer that question I will take a concrete case, that of Hartford. My sugges- 
tion as to Hartford, was that the public library should undertake the collection of 
contemporary printed matter concerning the principal industries of the city. Hart- 
ford is to-day famous in this country and in Europe for at least three lines of 
industry. Its bicycles are seen in every country under the sun. Then, again, 
there is a great tool factory in Hartford, the products of which are changing 
the workshop methods of the world. The machine tools which are sent out 
so widely and in such large numbers from Hartford are affecting the social and 
economic conditions of all nations. They are raising problems for trade unionists 
in England, and have already figured in the diplomacy of France and the 
United States. Still another group of Hartford products is finding its way into 
the arsenals of all the great military powers and revolutionizing to some extent 
the methods of war. Following out the case of Hartford my suggestion is that 
the public library should collect all the printed matter issued by these great 
firms; their illustrated catalogues and their price lists, and anything in fact 
which throws any light on the conditions and history of these industries. 

This kind of matter will not drift into a library. But my experience is 
that much of it can be obtained by a postal card or by a personal call. Last 
year when I was on my round of the shipyards 1 made Philadelphia my start- 
ing point historically. Iron shipbuilding began on the Delaware at Philadelphia, 
Chester and Wilmington, and I felt confident that there must be much material 
in the public library at Philadelphia covering the early years of one of the most 

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interesting and, as it now promises one of the most important of American in- 
dustries. When I turned to the catalogues in the library the only entries under 
ships were Shifs that Pass in the Night and a book for boys by a popular 
writer describing the picturesque and adventurous side of seaboard life. On 
shipbuilding I could not find a single book and all the material contained in 
the library as far as it could be found for me was what was embodied in one 
of the histories of Philadelphia. Yet when I made my round of the Delaware 
River yards I found that each of them had well-written and excellently illus- 
trated books covering its history, and describing in detail every vessel which 
had been launched from its ways. Judging from my own experience, the public 
libraries could have had these books for asking. And they were really worth 
having; for embodied in them was not only the history of the local industry, 
an industry which like everything else which has to do with the sea, is always 
of interest, but also much first hand material for the history of the Federal 
navies which have come successively into being since ships of iron superseded 
ships of wood in the war navies of the world. 

I am not complaining that these books were not in the Philadelphia library. 
Their not being there added but little to my work ; for in any event I should 
have had to visit each of the ship-building plants. I am now merely pointing out 
the value of such industrial material and indicating how easy it would be for 
public libraries to collect it. 

Coming back to my Hartford suggestion, just think for a moment what in- 
terest and value will attach say twenty or thirty years hence to a complete file 
of the illustrated catalogues of the bicycle factories there. They would tell in 
a way that no amount of descriptive writing could do the story of the evolu- 
tion of the bicycle and the same will be true of a complete file of illustrated 
matter now being issued from the automobile factory in Hartford. At the time 
these catalogues are issued they are easily obtainable. They find their way into 
everybody's mail, along with other less interesting advertising matter. They 
are looked at and thrown aside. Few people collect them ; but it is clearly 
somebody's duty to do so, and to my mind this duty seems to lie very near 
to the public library. There is another reason why this material should be col- 
lected locally. Some of it is copyrighted, but much of it is not. The non- 
copyright matter does not find its way to the National Library at Washington 
and a student who does not find it there must inevitably turn to the cities which 
are the centres of the industries in which for social, economic or historic reasons 
he is interested. 

Hartford has industries which have became peculiarly its own and as I have 
said have given it a world-wide fame. But it is not peculiar in this respect 
among Connecticut towns and cities. As far as my observation goes there is 
scarcely a town with any manufacturing which has not some industrial specialty 
which makes it famous in the State and beyond. Bridgeport with its typewriter 
and ordnance factories ; New Britain with its builders' hardware, and Meriden 
with its britannia metal goods, are only typical of the many industrial centres 
of the State. Each of them has a line of work which could with advantage 
be taken care of by the public libraries in the way I am suggesting. 

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Nor would I confine the collection of printed matter to (he nianuracturini^ 
side of the industries. Part of my suggestion is that the libraries should col- 
lect local contemporary literature covering the operative side of these industries. 
Trades union rules and manifestoes, and trades union price lists will all have 
a value in years to come and will be specially wanted when a Connecticut 
man comes forward to do for the industrial life of his State what Mr. and Mrs. 
Sydney Webb have done so well for the operative side of all the great in- 
dustries of England. Mr. and Mrs. Webb found much difHculty in ai)proaching 
their great work from the fact that public libraries did not exist in the early 
days of British trades unionism, and that the small amount of printeil matter 
necessary to their scheme which had survived was widely scattered and ex- 
tremely hard to locate and uneartli, 

It may be answered that much of the printed matter issued by the trades 
unions finds its way into the daily newspapers, and that as files of these are kept 
it can be easily referred to there. Hut apart from the labor of working over 
newspaper files, it must be remembered that this printed matter seldom finds 
its way into the newspapers in its entirety. It is usually edited or cut down 
or paraphrased in order to save space, and when a student has searched througli 
a newspaper file and found the document he has been seeking, it oftener than 
not loses half its usefulness to him from the fact that it is not comiilete. 

Reviewing what I have said I am afraid I have treated the subject too 
much from the point of view of an historical student. But as to the everyilay 
usefulness of the matter I am suggesting should be collected, I think anyone who 
has had experience in the reference room of a library will agree with me that 
it is unnecessary that I should emphasize that side of the subject. When it 
becomes known that a library makes a speciality of collecting this industrial 
material there will soon be frequent calls for it. My only purpose has been 
to present the value of this material, and from the standpoint of a user of 
libraries, to suggest very generally the lines along which the collection should 
be made. It is a department of work which will throw no extra burden on 
the finances of a library, not, at least, so far as obtaining the material is con- 
cerned, and it is a work in which the smallest public library may have a part. 

Edward Porritt. 

A VOICE in the stirring of each tree. 

And they toss their arms and lean toward me. 

A dirge-like air, as pityingly 

Every sep'rate leaf turns pale. 

The air dies into a long spent sigh, 

A shadow floats under a broken sky, 

'Tis a day's lament that a day must die 

Through the voice of a suinmer's gale. L- L- M- 

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Ubc SanCtpipers 

The Sandpipers are a large family with long legs and slim little bodies, 
A few gentle notes, like " peetweet, peetweet " is their cry. Most of the 
Sandpipers live in the wild regions around the arctic zone. If they ever had 
any song it has long ago been lost in the hoarse roar of the ocean. Little 
slim morsels of life among the wild elements they come to us from the north 
during the migrating seasons. Where the long waves of the ocean roll and 
unroll on the shore, there are the Sandpipers, escaping with great dexterity from 
the sea, hardly a fleck of foam on their feathers. 

Almost the only Sandpiper with us is the Spotted Sandpiper, Trbigoides 
Aiacularis. We all know him well by his habit of moving his body up and 
down, "Tip tail" is one of his common names. Even the young begin to 
bow and scrape as soon as they are born. I once saw M. Thiers at an art 
gallery. People took off their hats to him continually, and he kept returning 
the salutes, with his mind and eye on the pictures all the time. Perhaps there 
is some history where the sandpiper was impolite, and nature has punished him 
by making him bow to everything. 

At the foot of a hill of corn, or near some red sorrel, in a barren field, 
the Spotted Sandpipers make their home. After bowing to each other, to the 
cornfield, to the ryefield, and to their future home, the nest begins to be made. 
Of course it is quite slight for there has to be so much bowing and scraping 
work progresses slowly. But at last it is done, the four eggs are laid and 
bowed to and approved. 

But there is a time when the Sandpiper forgets his manners for a moment, 
and that is when its nest is in danger. Then the mother bird limps and tumbles 
along the ground as though badly hurt, until the intruder is led far from the 
nest. Then the Sandpiper makes a series of polite bows and spreads his long, 
thin wings, calls " peetweet, peetweet," and is gone. 

•Cbe TRubv? XTbroateC* IHummtng Bir&. 

Way over at the farthest end of all ornithology, against the insect world, is 
the little Humming Bird. The Lord had finished creating the insects and then 
made the Humming Bird. Around the little bird's neck is hung the order of the 
golden fleece, turned in any way it glows with the fire of jewels, it is as though 
every flower had contributed a bit of color to their benefactor. 

But it is not because of his splendid decoration that the Humming Bird 
carries himself so proudly, but because his heart is enormous in proportion to his 
size, his stomach is not as large as his eye, and his brain is very large. He 

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knows no fear, the long tlirec thousand iniU-s tliat he migrates every year are as 
nothing to him. Think of this little creature on his long voyages, a little atom 
of life among the big elements. From the flowers he must sip some nectar that 
takes away all fear, for on occasion, wiien defending his nest he will attack man, 
like that pigmy who defied Hercules to mortal combat, and all the time Hercules 
held the little hero on the palm of his hand. 

It is curious that of the six hundred or more varieties of Humming Rirds, 
there is only one variety that visits the United States this side of the Mississippi 
river, the Ruby-throated Humming Bird. 

The Humming Bird is so small he has to hustle in among the bumble bees 
and wasps for his meals, but so active we can hardly follow his flight as he flics 
from flower to flower. Some confuse the Humming Bird moth with the female 
Ruby-throated Humming Bird. These moths are certainly very much like a small 
Humming Bird, and are perhaps the first sketch or idea of a Humming Bird. 

Our Ruby-throated Humming Bird is said to never build its nest more tlian 
twenty feet from the ground, and usually builds much lower. It lays two white 
eggs about the size of small peas. One would have difficulty in finding the nest, 
but the bird has a nervous habit of flying on and off again which is almost sure 
to betray the place. 

The nest is a dainty bit of work built in a vine or on the low branch of a 
tree, lined inside with a j-ellowish down from some plant, the outside overlaid 
with lichens. While the female is hatching the eggs the male is rarely seen. 
Perhaps he keeps away for fear he may be asked to set, and that might hurt his 
gorgeous decoration. 

If a north east storm arrives it is apt to kill the young Humming Birds, and 

even the parents shrivel up like dried flowers, but the warm sun brings tlie old 

birds back to life again. 

R. B. Brandegee. 


TLbc Ipere "IFngres 

Very few artists touch the stars by the force of their own genius. Almost 
always there is a predecessor, or an aspiring school of which these geniuses are 
the topmost sprays. People have sometimes wondered what was the use of 
all the lesser artists ; but it is they who carry the sacred fire from generation 
to generation, and often it is they, not discouraged with long lives of apparent 
failure, who feather the arrows of the youthful geniuses. We Americans are 
not content to have our arts grow quietly with good, healthy leaves, but we 
want them to come crackling through the ground like crocuses. 

Behind Ingres was David, he who revolutionized French art, who rescued 
the Muses from conventionalism as the former David rescued the lamb from the 
mouth of the lion. David the French painter must have been a rough specimen. 
It is said that he watched the guillotine often, remarking facetiously, "We will 

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grind more red to-day." But it was he also who brought back the French 
art to nature again, and notwithstanding his glaring faults was a great man. 
Like our Puritan ancestors, who put such a grim backbone into New England 
that millions of ignorant foreigners can never completely undermine it, so David 
gave the Muse of painting and drawing such a shaking one can easily see the 
traces to-day. 

With a grim joyousness David and his pupils routed the forces of Bouciier. 
There is an anxious look on the Boucher Cupids, for David and his host despoiled 
them. There is a keen happiness in galloping in among the stupid conven- 
tions of men and making the horses cavort and plunge, the fire flies from the 
pavements, and as the time honored customs scurry frightened away, many a 
fool's cap and religious cloak is lost. 

Probably Ingres could not have had a more fortunate teacher than David. 
The Muses already felt well disposed toward David, and this feeling went over 
to David's pupil, Ingres. To him was given most of the great artistic gifts, 
but one of the lovliest of all was withheld. Like Moses, Ingres was allowed 
to see the country he might not enter. One does not wonder at Ingres' ad- 
miration for Raphael, for he had a dash of Raphael's power as a draughts- 
man. Only Ingres did with a life long experience and thought what Raphael 
did with the freedom of a child. 

Perhaps the French may never come nearer a Raphael than in the Pere 

I remember hearing some of the scholars in the school nicknaming the Pcre 
Ingres the Pire Encre, referring to Ingres' short comings in coloration. I also 
remember making some criticism about Ingres and my teacher quietly remarked, 
"all that is very true, but Ingres' mistakes were always the mistakes of a great 

One of Ingres' beautiful works is the picture of CEdipus and the Sphynx, 
and the Source ; a nude female figure, this latter, and sufficient to immortalize 
any painter. It is said that twenty-five different models posed for the drawing 
of this picture ; the color is fine and the drawing quite remarkable, especially 
of the body. Ingres broke loose almost entirely from the theatrical defects of 

There was a great antagonism between Ingres and the romantic Delacroix, 
and yet Delacroix, in the latter part of his life, was observed making copies of 
Ingres' drawings. It was Ingres, who in the early part of his career, drew 
those beautiful little crayon portraits. I think he had to sell them for five francs 
each, and some might have been tempted to think he was not a very success- 
ful artist, but it was these very drawings that made Albert Diirer in Heaven turn 
to Raphael and Raphael in turn say to Holbein, "Look at that man down on the 
earth and see what he is doing. Isn't that fine!" 

Michael Angelo remarked when he saw the works of Titian: "There is 
a man who would be the greatest artist in the world if he could only draw 
well." It is curious this matter of drawing; there is a tradition that the 
colorists always draw badly, and many a young artist has seized upon this idea 

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witli avidity — it seems like a short cut to success. Tlicrc is a certain intox- 
ication when the colors are let loose, when the clouds and the trees are flowing 
from the end of the brush, 'tis tlien the long patient years of drawing rnake 
the hand and the jjraiu work ahnost automatically. And the drawing holds 
all together as the sober man holds liis drunken companions on their feet. 
There is a purity and an intellectual pleasure in fine drawing akin to a sculptor's 
joy in form, and the great drauglitsmen sometimes look down on coloration as 
a slight thing, "a tint over the form," as Ingres said. There are pictures 
by Ingres which show a fine sense of color and others where he seems to have 
defied harmony in his worship of form. 

Ingres was not only a great draughtsman but he strove all his life to give 
all that subtle charm that goes with the "first shot," — "premier coup." Many 
other Frenchmen have been as correct as Ingres, but not all are intelligent 
enough to see that there must be much added to correctness. The great draugiits- 
man not only draws the outline correctly, but he feels his line every second, 
as a great violinist feels the hair of the bow biting the strings. The great 
draughtsman bears on a little harder as he passes over the accents of the bones, 
broadens out loosely over the fat parts, and tightens again as the muscles run 
into the tendons. All that is one of the subtle differences between an artist 
and an ordinary delineator, and between an artist's work and a photograph. 
Ingres' portraits miss by a very narrow margin being the greatest portraits ever 
painted, but one cannot quite place them with IIi)ll)cin, with Velasquez or with 
Raphael. Ingres' portraits are like beautiful flowers, but lack the perfume that 
would make them perfect. 

Perhaps Ingres' greatest quality was as a teacher, although it must be said 
that his teaching was a little too ideal for an ordinary art student. ]3ut his 
impress is on many of the best French artists of to-day, and the best artist 
among the impressionists graduated from the severe school of Ingres. 

We all remember the affection of Rubens for his scholar, Vandyke. But 
nothing could surpass the affection of Monsieur Ingres for his pupil, Flandrin. 
Flandrin, after taking all the honors of the sciiool, evolved into the most cele- 
brated religious painter of France, and after his long days of work among the 
saints and the angels, he would descend to the floor of tlie church and find 
Father Ingres waiting to praise and encourage him. vSometimes they were both 
in heaven through the working hours of the day, and in the evening would 
rejoin each other on the earth. But the Muses could not leave tlicse two for 
long, for Ingres was a fine musician, and again their spirits would soar on 
those delicate melodies that fly upward to their home in paradise. What a pity 
that we may not all be artists and see how much of lieaven lies all around us. 

And yet I often think that those wlu) lack the gift of expression are 
endowed with the deepest feelings. C. L. 

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Booh motes 

It is very difficult to explain why certain books have the power to hold 
one's attention through so many chapters, without containing — from one end 
to the other — anything more than ordinary talent. Winston Churchill's Crisis 
is hardly above this class of books. It might have been written by any one 
of a hundred or more novelists that one could mention, and not including the 
few who stand out strongly as men of genius. Its methods are entirely con- 
ventional, the climaxes only moderately imaginative, and it only escapes the com- 
monplace by the Lincoln, Grant and Sherman incidents. Even his enthusiasm 
for these men has, of course, been surpassed by several writers of deeper ap- 
preciation. And yet the book is certainly entertaining. Given the exciting 
incidents of war, a writer of only fair talent can hardly fail to hold one's 
attention, particularly now-a-days when one's facts are so easily attainable. But 
the best of this in The Crisis suggests newspaper talent. 

Mr. Churchill shows a most annoying understanding of what constructs a 
story of the kind enjoyed by the greater number of persons who read stories. 
It reminds one of the plays that have long "runs." As one gets away from 
the book, like the play, it seems difficult to recall anything that promises much 
better work, and that is because it is so impersonal. The author is a worker, 
and will probably work his public as long as they and he can stand it, and 
his business capacity will direct him in his search for good popular material. 

In The Skv Pilot by Ralph Connor, we are unsuspectingly corralled by 
a Sunday-school book. There is no harm done by this, and it is done so 
cannily and charmingly that one smiles instead of being offended. The high 
moral thumps of "the pilot" are all deserved by those who get them — men 
whose ideas of "liberty" are essentially egotistical, that liberty to degrade others 
in their own entertainment. There is great color that might be called poet- 
ical, written with unusual taste. The idea occurs to one — in these books of 
out-of-the-way corners — whether they are read by the people themselves and if 
the effect will be to make them become conventionalized or affected. C. F. 

IDillaoc IRotcs 

The changes just now going forward give Farmington a busier look than 
it has had for many a year. A new home for the Country Club is taking the 
place of the one recently burned, and it is a pleasure to know that the quaint 
colonial model is to be followed. The house on High Street which loses 
Mr. Porritt, to our great regret, is to be adjusted to the uses of the School Club, 
which has leased it. Then the New Britain road is rebuilt, and while it is 
not exactly a macadamized road, is very nearly so and is a great improvement. 

But about the old "Church Green" the stir is greatest. The chapel, whole 
and strong after its eighty years of active service, has left its foundation, where 
the new parish house is soon to rise, and has found a new resting place, on 

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the other side of the Town Clerk's office, and thirty feet east of it. A new 
macadamized road is in process of construction on tiie north line of the Ciiurch 
Green, to take the place of the dirt road which before intersected the green. 

The ancient meeting-house, which was built one hundred and thirty years 
ago and was changed as to its pulpit and pews sixty-five years ago, is now 
receiving its second change, in wliich more effort will be made to cling to the 
colonial style than the fathers made in 1836. The new organ is being put in 
place in the alcove prepared for it behind the pulpit. 

For a time the church holds but a single service in the week, and that 
is on Sunday morning in the Village Ilall, which seems very readily to adjust 
itself to the unfamiliar sounds of prayer and sacred song. The hall will be 
none the worse for its new occupant; neither will the church. It is not im- 
possible that each may catch something from the association to its advantage. 

The Porritt house on High .Street has been taken by a club of the girls 
who have graduated from Miss Porter's School. The membership of the club is 
limited to sixty and the number who can be here at one time is limited by 
the capacity of the house to twelve. The building will be renovated during 
the summer and \vill be ready for occupancy October 1st. The fortunate mem- 
bers of the club expect that these exceptionally pleasant conditions will add to 
the delight of their return to Farmington. 

Miss Porter's School is to be somewhat enlarged this summer. A library, 
a memorial to Elsie Ilunsecker of Buffalo by her classmates, is to be built 
on the south side of the main building, and on the north side back of the Ward 
House will stand the new Infirmary. This is to be in the shape of a Maltese 
Cross, making four rooms with light on three sides and opening on one cen- 
tral room. 

The District School Meeting was held in the Village Hall, Friday even- 
ing, June 28, with an attendance of sixteen men and thirty women. Mr. E. 
Deming, Mr. H. C. Crandall and Mrs. Timothy Root were elected as com- 
mittee. The motion was carried that the committee should have authority to 
sell the North and South schoolhouses, which have not bqen needed since the 
districts were consolidated. The committee was empowered to have the Middle 
District Schoolhouse put in sanitary condition in accord with modern ideas. 
Mr. Swett, the principal, was invited to read his own report. This review 
of the past year's work and recommendations for the coming one, keep the 
public in touch with the needs of the children. Mr. Swett spoke for more 
regular attendance at school and for free transportation of the graduates to the 
High School in Unionville. The latter, he claims, is only justice to the pupils 
and economy for the town. A high school course can not be given here with- 
out another room and another teacher. Then as classes grow smaller and as age 
of pupils advances it ensures a better school to have all advanced scholars under 
one roof, thus forming larger classes and receiving the full benefit of class 
work and spirit. This mat'ter has to be settled at the Annual Town Meeting 
and we hope the fathers of the town will be sufficiently interested to carry it. 

The increased attendance at the school meeting is in contrast to that of 
only a few years ago, when from six to fourteen persons met on the school- 
house steps to settle affairs for the year. The greater interest now expressed 
helps both teachers and scholars to obtain better results. 

The summer sewing school opened its course of ten lessons July 9 under 
Miss Isabel Huntington. The plan of work is the same as last year; it in- 
cludes use of the machine, cutting shirt waists from paper patterns, fitting them 

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not open until fall. ihe f™^"^ . ^j^^ unavoidable discomforts of the 

"hS ir^erS-or.S'^'i.r, X-fa,:: L,e will .e .ore f.vo„|,.^ fo^. a 

happy beginning. ,, r- 

n„r.»vr At the last song service held in the Con- 
The Passing of the P'^^^^" -f^^/*!^ '^'J^^n "there were doubtless many 
gregational Church before the -moval of he o gan, Uiere ^ 

who listened and thought of those ^.l^*^^;" ^°X and of the passing out of 
and happy to the ^^J^ J^^^^^%7;,JSoTtr low solem^ musfc. For 


^^X aSS! ^t^^:::;i«^w:str.r a^^lr. Julius Gay appointed to 

transact the business. history connected with it. 

The organ, which is now for sale, has quite ^ histo > Amherst, 

About fo^ty.yearsago a part^^of youngm^^^^^^ ^^ ^,^^. 

Mass., had it built at Westfield tor their own us, volunteers 

thought would be best adapted for that P"'-P°f,^-.^^^'^f,^/;"" volunteers. The 
for the war and the most, perhaps -ll'P--"f^i4^^'"to';:i The organ and the 
war having clianged their f^^.^JJ, ''imerome difficulty in finding organists, 
Farmington church secured it. There ^eemea so .J ^^^^1,^, ^f piano, 

until Miss Grace Cook of New \ork, ^i^"^^^. ^^ ^^/^s E^n^^nd Cowles-filled 

fort to aching hearts, and joy to the hopeful. 

THE LiBKAKV will be closed to patrons from July 31st until September Uth. 

and public spirited citizens. Rev. Dr. J. W • «^^^"!;, "^j^ ^^ ^^ j,;, hospitable door, 
years, but his genial and courtly greeting or^^he ;'-J« ;^;k' ^^/^^ j^ ^e greatly missed, 
was never changed and was always delightful to lecene i wu S > j^^^ 

He was a man of scholarly tastes and acquueinent , --^nnU^J *-^.>j^ University, 
been for nearly tvventy-fiveyears^ a membro h^ - P.°-^- ^^^^ events, his sym- 
But he did not live in the air. His ;_f «"^f^"^ '";;^ elsewhere made him a delight- 
pathy with all efforts for the betterment of l^^';;'"f^;'/'fj;kied in his conversation. 

raiSXt -H?::.— SSian" S=»" W:te^e'poo„. .„i.e\.s 

'crossed the bar." 

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illustrations in the last three numbers of ^'-, 'Xtor;phf daguer eotype^^^^ st'eel 


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among the ancient elms from which it gets its name. 

The Inn has lately been redecorated and renovated — modern 
improvements and luxuries have been added, but its quaint pic- 
turesqueness and charming restfulness have all been retained. 

The long, old-fashioned rooms, with their hnge open fire-places, 
over which hang the crane and kettle of by-gone days, take one 
back a century and a half. 

The sun-parlor is a new and special feature of the Inn. It ^sT 
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Vol. I. 


No. 11 




The love of ilowers i.s so plantetl in the American people as almost to 
make it a national characteristic. The humblest families have their pot of 
geraniums, whicli looks from the front window, giving a pleasure to all that 
pass, or it is turned inward t(5 see tiie good lady of the house at her house- 
hold duties. It is true tliat there are some good women who have a secret 
understanding with the flowers and anything, even a dry stick, will grow if 
they only stroke it and wliisper words of encouragement. This gift is like tlie 
gift of the horse tamers or like the power some have over all animals. With 
those who have the means to express themselves more fully, the love of flowers 
takes a correspondingly large place. A large garden is built and sheltered by 
great trees or massive stone walls, and here when tiie sunnner arrives we see 
the old garden fiowers of our forefathers smiling at us with the same sweet 
smile that they had for George Washington and Martha Custis ; sweet odors 
fill the air, of balsam and fennel and box and mignonette, and their fragrance 
is tiie conversation of the flowers. Is there anything more delightfully demo- 
cratic than a llower ; the prince and the pauper receive tlie same beautiful 
greeting, and though the bees and the butterflies may be stealing its gold it 
never complains. No one can enter these beautiful gardens and return to the 
outer life quite the same and as for the unconfessed lovers I warn them tliat 
every shrub, even down to the little line of box that borders tiie flower beds, 
is overflowing with affection and is always conspiring to aid them. It is re- 
markable how much the great writers of romance do for us. The Waverley 
Novels were so vivid that all the plots seemed laid in my native town. And 

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later reading those beautiful stories of children by Miss Wilkins the whole scene 
is enacted in one of our Farmington gardens. Miss Wilkins is at her best 
when she is leading a little child in a garden and one might say that she has 
made a garden in literature and planted the Hollyhocks and Mignonette, the 
Sweet Alyssum and the Balsam there, so that there will always be a delicate 
odor of flowers for all the future writers. 

One cannot over estimate the good that flowers do in the public parks. 
It sometimes seems if the front church yards were planted with flowers they 
would make a most eloquent sermon to all who passed. 

For many years the garden of the old Norton place was almost like a 
public flower garden. Later when it came into the possession of D. N. 
Barney the old garden was preserved, the lines of box were reinforced and a 
conservatory built beyond where the more tender plants might retire for the 
winter. Near the door stands the gardener, like St. Peter, saying what flowers 
may enter. Where now is the beautiful Pope garden was a natural depres- 
sion in the land, one of those hollows ■where the dogtooth violets and anemone's 
grew, and the wild azalias flourished. One may sit in the central arbor now 
and see the box trees with their glistening green leaves, the Digitalis, the 
Hollyhocks, the Phlox and the Lilies. 

Farmington abounds in lovely gardens. The two mentioned are the most 
strikingly old-fashioned, ■where the little beds, box-edged, and tlie arbors and rose 
trellises carry us back many years, and we look to see the brocaded ladies and 
gentlemen in powdered wigs walking in stately fashion through the clean swept 
paths. But there are others less primly and carefully laid out, where flowers and 
sweet shrubs grow along the walls and the edges of the paths in confusion, where 
tnere are nooks and corners of loveliness and fragrance. ^Vild flowers bring 
much that is interesting into a garden. I know a clump of sand violets that 
seem fairly to speak as you pass them, and some columbines and big blue violets 
up against the wall of a house that are first to hail the spring. Some wild 
flowers to be sure will not associate with us. I know of one garden in the 
village which has tried hard to adapt itself to the wild White Dogwood, but 
has failed sadly. 

The inind goes back to that first garden ^vhere Adam and Eve walked in 
happiness together. We feel thankful that while Adam was forced to depart 
the flowers might follow after ; and if one may believe the record of Fra 
Angelico, in the homes of the blessed, where the families are reunited and all 
is peace, the ground is garlanded with flowers. G. L. 

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Ay, shake your heads and smile hehind your liaiids! 

I kno%v your inward thouf^iit. IJecause I come 

Not with sweet lies to soothe you, but to clutch 

Your cowering hearts with the j^aunt grasp of fear 

Ye hate mv words and me. ''This girl," ye say, 

" Is mad. She hath angered Pan or dared to look 

Upon the Mother of Darkness and she raves 

Of doom foredestincd and the thunder of gods. 

And blood and fire and wailing in the night, 

IMad." — Yet about your noonday drowsiness 

There drones a gad-fly doubt: "If she speak truth " - 

And therefore ye would choke my speech with sneers 

And scoff, as if by scoffing ye could rise 

Above the gods ye mock. The very beasts 

Dread the unknown and yield it lionor ; ye 

Fear only fear. Shall ye not one day fear 

Heaven's vengeance for a proplietess unheard? 

Where lies your fancied safety? Do ye deem 

Insulted gods forgetful, or by gifts 

Appeased? Olympian anger crouching waits 

With evil patience, while ye jest and laugh 

And hug the harlot Fortune to your hearts 

Till sin on sin shall bloom your swollen souls 

Red -ripe for the shears of Fate. Put ye your faith 

In far -swung swords, in clanging chariots, 

Red-nostril'd steeds that spurn the Scamandrian plain. 

Bright spears and brazen shields? What hope is here? 

The bolts of Zeus are swifter than your steeds; 

His thunders drown the din of clamorous cars; 

His will that bent the Uranians is more strong 

Than beaten bronze. Or do ye trust in those 

Stern sons of gods, heroes of Priam's line, 

That rage like raging floods amid the host 

Invincible to guard you ? They ere long 

Shall tread the shadowed shores. The father's arm 

Immortal shall destroy his mortal son ; 

Their sires on high shall bow your heroes low — 

And wide-wayed Ilion built by gods, shall fall 

Smitten by wrath of gods. 

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They will not hear — 
Ah Heaven, they hear not ! Lo, their curved lips 
Hiss forth contemptuous whispers and their eyes 
Stare cold and curious, full of unbelief. 
Am I mad indeed? Is this the end of all 
Those dear dim days long vanished when I sat 
A wondering child among the grave kind priests 
Bearded like thistledown, and hushed in awe 
My childisli laugh to drink their words.'' Of all 
Those holy hours of girlhood when I grew 
To know the gods, and heart and soul and sense 
Reached out to grasp the mystery and might 
And wonder of their beauty.^ Then my heart 
Would ache for happiness and happy tears 
Would wet my eyelids, breathing in the breath 
Of rain -washed woodlands, feeling all the ]oy 
Of passionate Summer in my blood. Ah, \voe, 
Woe to these lips of mine that cry in vain 
To shut and scornful ears! Woe to this heart 
Unloved, unwedded, childless, ever torn 
With travail of dark prophecies alone 
In hollow gloom of hatred. Lord of day, 
My sunlight -lord Apollo, master mine, 
If ever as a little child I played 
Within thy sacred courts or wreathed thy shrines 
With hyacinth and laurel ; if ever I 
Lent lips and life to voice thy word to men ; 
If ever thou didst look on me with looks 
Of godlike love, grant me one moment's power, 
Averter, to avert my country's ill! 

They hear not. Still they liiss at me like snakes. 
I will keep silence — hated of the god 
1 loved and strove to honor, smitten mad. 
Dishonored and disowned. Let me go hence. 


Listen, ye scoff of heaven! Mine eyes behold 

With vision not of this blind world, the woes 

That brood above this land. Lo, as 1 look 

I see a flame of fire from Tenedos 

Float o'er the midnight ocean ; faint and dim 

At first and flickering forth the baleful rays 

Of fever- stricken Sirius. On and on 

Near and more near, it grows, it swells full -orbed 

And seems the likeness of a Danaid shield 

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Unheavenly bri<r!it ; and hovering round its rim 

Half shown in hiriil sliadow, 1 beiiold 

Forms dire and dreatlful, Gorj^ons dragon - tressed, 

And fierce Eumenides witli eyes that ghire 

Like emeralds. Lo, it nears the gates — and now 

A kindred flame bursts forth within the town 

And the two meet and twine and roar to heaven. 

Whelming in hideous conflagration all 

The city. In the streets I hear the din 

Of bright swords riving bronze - rimmed shields, the shouts 

Of rage, the shrieks of pain, the tramp of men. 

The whisper of the grinding steel, the hiss 

Of hurrying shafts, the short-breathed laboring gasp 

Of warriors and the groans of those who fall. 

I see the bright blood flashing in the flare 

Of blazing palaces. I see the babe 

Torn from the mother's breast and dasiied to death 

Against the reddened stones. I hear the wails 

Of virgins clinging to the temple steps. 

I see — O gods, the horror of that sight! 

I see myself, white, struggling, terror -eyed. 

Dragged from the shrine by rude relentless hands 

With shouts and brutish laughter. The houses fall 

In blackened ruins, hurling hissing sparks 

Affainst the shuddering stars ; and overhead 

Where the dun, billowy smoke-clouds rise and roll, 

I see the dreadful faces of the gods 

Gazing in thirsty wrath unsatisfied 

Upon the Heaven - wrought ruin of Ilion, 

The fiery death of Priam's princely sons. 

I knew ye would not hear me ; for the gods 

In anger at your impious pride, have closed 

Your eyes and stopped your ears with fond conceit 

That ye may not be saved. The unchanging Fates 

Laugh as ye march high-hearted on to death. 

I say to ye that even to the end 

Ye shall not heed ; and in that very hour 

When your blind hopes rise highest — when ye sport 

Like Icaros, on waxen wings, above 

The illimitable darkness, then your fall 

Shall come. I say that even now that hour 

Approaches — and my prophecies are true. 

W. Briax Hooker 

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jfarmincjton an5 tbe Tan&crcjroim5 1Railwa\? 

It is hard to believe now, when the North and South are becoming more 
and more closely joined, that at one time hatred was bitter between the 
two portions of the country, and that here in quiet Farmington feeling ran 
high and the fugitive -slave law was opposed and disregarded by some hot- 
headed radicals called abolitionists. For us who in this day are at all in- 
terested in social questions, it is hard to understand why every one was not 
an abolitionist. I suppose it was as hard then as now to decide every ques- 
tion on its own merits. So we give the brave advocates and prophets of 
freedom the more honor, and easily forgive them their share in tlie disturb- 
ances of the time. 

The Underground Railway was the name given, I suppose, to a route for 
fugitive slaves from the South to Canada, and Farmington is proud of the 
opprobrium of being one of its stations. The route led from New Britain or 
Southington through to Simsbury, and several fugitive slaves were helped over 
this, no one of whom was captured. 

Mr. Rowe says of these times: "It is true that an occasional bondman 
found his way to Canada for freedom. Farmington citizens had read some- 
where : ' We hold these truths to be self evident that all men are created 
free and equal, and have certain inalienable rights, among which are life, 
liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.' .So the fleeing fugitive was fed and 
housed and then sent on his way to liberty with a blessing and a cheer, to 
gain in a monarchy what was refused in a republic. One of the strangers re- 
mained for a time in the employ of a farmer. His back exhibited marks of 
a fearful scourging with a raw lash. In one of the stores he was asked as 
to the suffering. Pretty hard to bear, he said, but when the bleeding ilesh 
was rubbed with rum, 'I tell ye, boss, that fetched ye home from paster! ' " 

The daughter of one of the strong abolitionists writes: "I remember my 
father going to Hartford once to one of the hiding places where a negro was 
concealed in a wardrobe in the house. It was winter and sleighing. The 
man was put in the bottom of the sleigh and covered in such a way as to 
resemble a load of feed. He was brought to our barn and there passed on 
to another place of safety and reached Canada in due time," 

There were about thirty abolitionists in town and each had to sufl'er more 
or less for the faith that was in him. Jeers, rotten eggs — sometimes threats 
or worse. Those were the days when helping one's fellow man was an actual 
hard fact, costing real self sacrifice. 

The daughter of another prominent abolitionist recalls her excitement over 
things for which she did not know the reason, her feeling that all who were 
not in sympathy with her father were his bitter enemies, the mystery that sur- 
rounded many of his comings and goings. She and her brother dug often in 
the ground, hoping always to find the "Underground Railway." There were 
three stations in town, one Mr. Horace Cowles' house, one Mr. George Hurl- 
burt's, and the other Wm. McKee's, the last house in Farmington on the 
Waterville road. The chimney of this house is still standing. 

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A colored man living in town, in Tvlr. fJcorgc Ilurlhurt's house, often went 
to Mr. Elijah Lewis' at night, giving a signal. Then they would go away 
together. One night about nine o'clock Mr. Lewis met this colored man and 
a slave where the wolf - pit road comes out by the Hartford Turnpike. They 
followed the high road to the Deer Cliff Farm and from there to Simsbury. 
Mr. Lewis once sold some land to Jane and Maria Thompson for George 
Anderson, who was a fugitive slave. Anderson had expected to settle down 
in Farmington, when one day he saw in the street a planter, a neighbor of 
the plantation from which he had escaped. Anderson was afraid to stay and 
never was seen iiere again. 

A very interesting story is told of Mrs. Hardy. One day her father left 
home telling her not to answer any questions that might be asked while he 
was away. She, never dreaming of asking why to any of her father's requests, 
spent most of the long summer day on the doorstep, and saw in common with 
the rest of the village a horse covered with lather being driven frantically 
through the street. Later she learned that a slave had been hidden in the 
soutiiwest bedroom and the man who drove so furiously through the town was 
his owner. But the slave escaped. How we should love to have helped ! Now 
we have no furious galloping, no secret signals and mysterious hiding places 
attending the freeing of slaves. 

Before me lies a curious sheet of paper, a bit of anti-slavery literature. 
A black kneels, his imploring hands and crooked ankles chained together. 
Below him is the motto: "Am I not a man and a brother." Then fol- 
lows a poem, the first verse of which I cjuote : 

" Forc'd from home and all its pleasures 

Africs coast I left, forlorn ; 
To increase a stranger's treasures. 

O'er the raging billows borne. 
Men from England bought and sold me. 

Paid my price in paltry gold ; 
But though slave they have enroll'd me 
Minds are never to be sold." 
And then a note: "England had 800,000 slaves and she has made them 
Free. America has 2,250,000 and she Holds Them Fast! ! !." 

E. H. J. 

Dear — Life hath wings that grow from the beginning; 

That flutter first, then try to fly away 

A freedom gaining ; 

What that hath wings, O restless! 

Would fold those wings and be content to stay 

Long here ! 

'Twere better dear. 

Like a long lost bird to fly into the night 

And skyward lly ;iway. L. L. M. 

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Hmerican tlcral&r\? 

In Frank Stockton's entertaining story of Pomona's Travels, his heroine 
pays a visit to a family-tree-man in London, who wrote up her line of ancestry 
from the first of her name who came over with William the Conqueror down 
to the end of the sixteenth century, gratifying her exceedingly with an account 
of her grand old family and their ancestral castles. She supplied him with 
the American line which left an unfortunate gap between the two parts of about 
two hundred years. Her family-tree-man tells her " I don't think I would mind 
that. Gaps of that kind are constantly occurring in family trees." Pomona's 
family tree is a type of most records of the kind. Amateur genealogists swarm 
over the land wearing out and destroying priceless public records and vexing 
the not always patient souls of their custodians. When the work of many 
painful years is finished and funds are needed for the printer, the volume is 
usually made attractive to subscribers by the addition of the record of some 
Eno-lish family having the same surname, with pictures of venerable castles, 
and with coat armor like the Assyrian cohorts of Byron, "gleaming in purple 
and o-old." The writers are wont to enquire what is the Smith coat of arms, 
or the Jones coat of arms, or the Brown, or the Robinson, ignorant that there 
is no such thing as the Smith family, or the Jones family, though there are 
numerous distinct and unrelated families of those names. A rapid glance at 
the origin of English surnames, as extensive as the liinits of this magazine 
allows, will show how little any relationship can be predicated from similarity 
of family names. In early times surnames were rare. The names John, Matthew, 
Henry and other names bestowed at the baptismal font were sufficient for all 
purposes of identification. When the village population increased and there were 
numerous Johns, they came to be further described as John at the mill, or 
John on the hill, or John the smith, or weaver, or baker, or cooper, and as 
certain localities were long occupied by the same families, and trades and handi- 
crafts descended from father to son, the numerous Johns were in time known 
as John Miller, John Hill, John vSmith, John Weaver, John Baker and John 
Cooper. Now as every little hamlet in England had its own mill, blacksmith, 
weaver, cooper, etc., there came to be as many distinct and unrelated families 
named Miller, Smith, Weaver, Cooper, etc., as there were separate hamlets in 
England. The probability of any relationship between these scattered families 
bearing the same name is apparent, and with it the claim of each to the 
glorious ancestors, achievements, castles and heraldic pomp of the others. Yet 
this identity of name is usually the only thing considered by the compilers of 
o-enealogies. The woeful gap which separates the elder from the recent family 
is usually bridged over by such convenient phrases as There is little doubt, or 
It is extremely probable, or It is an admitted fact, etc., etc. There are a few 
American families who can trace their line back to ancestors entitled to bear 
coat armor and only a few. Let us not regret their infrequency. A well 
worked out history of a New England family is usually an honorable record 

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needing no pomp of lieruldiy to eiinol)le it. A committee of the New England 
Historic Genealogical Society wiiicli has been considering the subject for a 
number of years past reports: -'As there is no person and no institution in 
the United States with authority to regulate the use of coats of arms, your 

Committee discourages their display in any \v;iy or form A coat 

of arms did not belong with a family name, but only to the particular family, 
bearing the name, to whose progenitor it had been granted or confirmed ; and 
it was as purely individual a piece of property as a homestead." 

Julius Gay. 


tCbc ©wis 

It is well said to call the niglit feminine, for her cool moist touch soothes 
the dry earth after its hot feverish days. It is well said to call the night 
feminine with its long rivieres of stars whose depths no man can fathom. To 
the night belongs the Romance of the Earth, for when the moon rises with 
its peaceful look and its forehead crossed with scars, it transforms the dustiest 
place into a land of Romance, in whose mysterious shadows a silvered blade 
of grass is like the wing of a fairy. Is it the hoop of a barrel that one 
sees over there or a silver crown lying in the damp soft grass? 

Into this wonderful romantic world was born the owl, the night giving 
him a soft robe of silence that sheds the air like down. Companion of the 
moon, messenger of the night, into his large round eyes has crept the wonder- 
ing, steadfast look of those who live with the stars and know the m\'steries 
of the night. 

The Great Horned (\)wl, the common Screech or Red Owl, the Long-eared 
Owl, the Short-eared Owl, the Barred Owl, and the little Saw-Whet Owl 
are our most common Owls. \Vhen the winters are severe we sometimes have 
a visit from the Great Gray Owl, the Snowy Owl, the Hawk Owl, the Rich- 
ardson Owl and Barn Owl. 

In the neighboring town of Berlin is Lamentation Mountain; it looks like 
a great lion with its head between its paws; it has been sleeping this way 
for a million years, ever since it came roaring through the sandstone with the 
central fires of the earth behind it. In a deep solitude on its eastern side is 
a little lake without any outlet or apparent inlet. We think the moinitain 
keeps this little reservoir for its thousands of birds and wild animals. 

When all the life of the mountain is wrapped in sleep, with onh- the cry 
of a whippoorwill or the zigzag flight of a bat across the sky, suddenly there 
is a wild unearthly cry, as though some human creature was being strangled. 
Every little bird snuggles closer in its nest, the partridges give a low note of 
warning to their brood, and even the wandering rattlesnake stops to listen. 

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It is the Great Horned Owl, the Bubo Virginianus. Under his beetling brow 
is an eye that reminds one of Daniel Webster. He is bringing out his two 
children, a brother and sister, to show them where they were born. The two 
little owls are sitting on a limb, and turn their heads completely around with- 
out turning their bodies, "as all well bred owls do." In fact their eyes are 
fixed in such a way they are obliged to turn the whole head, and this pre- 
vents any undignified movements. 

"Children," said the father, "this whole mountain belongs to you. Every 
day we will have partridges, warblers and jumping mice for dinner. Over 
there is the town of Berlin, all its hens and chickens are yours. Now all hoot 
together." The little ones gave a faint gurgle. "Let us show you," said the 
parents, and they gave a yell like a warhoop. " We want to go home," said 
the little ones, "it is warmer in the tree." 

The Great Horned Owl lays two large white eggs, making its nest in the 
top of a tall Hemlock or in some hollow tree. This Owl stays with us the 
whole year round. The nest is usually made in the month of May. The 
Long-eared Owl is much smaller than the Great Horned, but otherwise they 
look much alike. The Long-eared Owl makes its nest in a deserted Crow's 
nest, usually in the top of a tall Hemlock tree. 

Our most common Owl is the Red Owl, Screech Owl, or Mottled Owl. 
Formerly when ornithology was less complete, they made the Screech Owl into 
three different kinds, but since it has been found that the different colors are 
only varieties of one kind. This Mottled Owl is the one that is most com- 
monly heard around dwelling houses, and to some who are superstitious, its 
notes bring much trouble. Probably the cat is of much less service in catching 
mice than is this little Owl. It is strange that these interesting creatures 
should receive little attention from man besides a charge of shot. The Barred 
Owls are the only Owls with brown eyes. 

A word about the "Saw-Whet" or Acadian Owl, a little Owl not longer 
than the length of your hand and much commoner than is generally believed, 
for this little bird is so strictly nocturnal it is rarely seen by day. Its curious 
cry from which it receives its name of " Saw- Whet " strikingly resembles the 
workings of a saw and a file. Occasionally one is overtaken by the day when 
he seems utterly helpless. 

To return to the Great Horned Owl. One cloudy day he and Madam 
Owl had taken the little family down the side of a mountain to see them cap- 
ture some field mice. Everything went along as usual until a Blue Jay spied 
them. Immediately he made such an uproar that not only did the disgusted 
parents lose the mice, but all the birds on the mountain began to gather. 
The uproar was deafening. "What does it all mean?" said the young Owls, 
turning their heads solemnly. "It means," said the old birds, "that those 

d Blue Jays have got the whole mountain down on us, and if we don't 

get away quick there'll be trouble." 

Mr. Bowles, an eminent ornithologist, kept two Barred Owls which he 
used as a lure to call all the birds together, " PutTy and Fluffy." He placed 

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them in an open pasture and every bird in the nei<;hborhood was soon scohling 
around the Owls, while the ornithologist near by was studying ihein through a 
field glass. 

What is there so precious at the north pole that makes it necessary to 
clothe the whole earth in a perpetual garment of white. Some think the Ptarmi- 
gan and the Snow Buntings are clothed with white so that they may not be 
seen by their enemies. But their enemies are also clothed in white, they also 
have the invisible cap. Even the Polar Bear is dressed in white. Is it not 
more probable that in the cold arctic regions is that large entrance to the center 
of the earth, and all must be dressed in pure white before they may cross its 
borders? What is there we do not j'et know, but the large serious eyes of the 
Snowy Owl seem to have seen remarkable things. These successful arctic explor- 
ers come to us with a confidence leading one to infer that in that northern 
land the birds are treated kindly. Who knows but some time we may find 
letters from the north pole tied under the wings of the Snowy Owls. 

R. B. B. 


^bc ©reek llnvasion 

The teaching of drawing in the United States has progressed in a very 
remarkable manner in the last twenty-five years, following closely after the sur- 
prising developments in music. There are certain times in the progress of a 
country when its teachers become of real historic interest ; often men of great 
artistic power, their prominence is even more due to the part of teacher they 
have played in the development of the arts. In this way the country owes a pecu- 
liar debt of gratitude to men like Mr. Theodore Thomas, Mr. Mason and Mr. Karl 
Klauser in music, and to Mr. Kenyon Cox, Mr. Montague and Mr. Charles 
Flagg, Mr. Mowbray and Mr. Brush for the introduction of the best prin- 
ciples of drawing into this country. And this list might be enlarged so as to 
include many men in the great western centers. We hardly realized when 
these men left their own country and enthusiastically entered the schools of the 
old world what an important event it was to become for the United States. 
Happily and contentedly, with a little chocolate and a bowl of rice for daily 
food, they were fitting themselves for their great work. 

Twenty-five years ago to paint a little with water colors, to make some copies 
of rather poor lithographs, was the extent of most of the teachings of the drawing 
schools. Many of us can remember the drawings treasured by our mothers, made 
by them in the happy hours of school. A spray of flowers in water colors, helped 
to completion by the teacher perhaps. These represented the best efforts of the 
schools of fifty years ago. Then came the time when John Ruskin's books 
appeared and had such a remarkable effect. But while Mr. Ruskin's ideas 
were good and expressed with all the charm of a great poet they have never 
superseded the immortal principles of drawing originated by Leonardo da Vinci 

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and Raphael. Other schools appear from time to time that promise results 
with less work, or with the elimination of drawing altogether, but they are 
apt to produce scholars who are like the Irishman, who "'could not read and 
^^Tite, but ■ivas fine in the higher branches.'" 

The conquests of tlie Greeks go on forever. The Venus of Milo has well 
been renamed the Victory, for wherever she plants her foot the hosts of bar- 
barism begin to disappear. Achilles has lent his aid, Agrippa and German- 
icus, Diana and Jupiter. The drawing rooms of the country are filled with 
these heroes and goddesses, and not the least good that has come from this 
invasion is the careful drawing of Greek sculpture and the coming into more 
intimate relations with that great people. 

Onlj- those who have tried know what a pleasure comes into human life 
with learning to draw. It has been said that the co^%' in the field has a clearer 
eye than we but has not the intelligence behind the eye. There are those 
human beings, not far removed from the cow, who are unable to see any beauty 
in the human figure, and -worse than that they see their own vicious thoughts 
instead. There are certain young men in Boston whom we have heard about ; 
vet they are only the natural result of a state of things ^\-e uU remember in 
the New England of twenty years ago. 

Perhaps the stud}" of drawing, ■which has brought so much happiness into 
the country, has also enlarged our religious ideals. For no one can draw care- 
fully the things of nature and be content with the God of the Old Testament. 
The religious teachers have got to invent something better than that to account 
for the delicate God of Nature. 

We may thank the Greeks to a large extent for giving us an intellectual 
liberty. They have taught us Americans that there is happiness in life. Few 
of us feel the hot fumes of the infernal regions always behind us as we once 
did, and we are no more taught that God is angry ^vith us. I am not sure but 
that we have lost much in not being able to see the Dryads in the mountain 
and the nymphs in the stream. Perhaps if we did not know so much we 
should still find them there. Certainly the fresh, open mind of a child, which 
is not obscured by learning, can see the fairies in the woods and the angels 
ridinor upon the clouds. I. myself, once saw God riding on a big thunder 
cloud, his white beard flowing over the side, and his look was benignant and 
kind and large. 

The development of drawing in the last twenty years has been most re- 
markable. Few people realize the amount of money that is paid to the French 
nation for its art productions, and it has been wiselj- observed that the works 
of Rubens and Rembrandt are one of the most potent sources of wealth for the 
Netherlands, as they have caused a never ending stream of sightseers to flow 
into Holland and Belgium. And the arts which apparently are only a luxury 
often become a country's source of wealth. This is a point that ought to 
apjjeal to u* Yankees who must make sure everything is going to pay. We 
all remember when Solomon chose wisdom the Lord was so pleased he added 
riches also. 

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The desire tor "new books" seems in these days to be all absorbini;. 
Instead of asking what has stood the test of years and still lives, so provinir 
itself worthy our time and attention, we crv. what is tlie latest story from the 
hands of the publishers, wliat is most likely to bring me in touch witii the 
uncultured thousands all eagerly devouring tiic last novel? How many who pore 
over To Have and to Hold or Richard Carvel are familiar with Scott, with 
T/ic Cloister and tlic Hearth. Who that waits eagerlv for Ebcn /f olden knows 
our good Cooper and his immortal Leatherstocking, or counts the author of 
The House of Seven Gables a familiar companion? We are looking for the 
great American novel ; until it comes we cannot do better than to familiarize 
ourselves with style, with the true literary quality, by reading such books as 
Howells' or James' earlier stories, or studj-ing Hawthorne our great romance 
writer. Certainly galloping through miles of recent fiction, where onlv here 
and there we meet a well written book, is no kind of preparation for recog- 
nizing our American novel \vheu it shall come. Speaking of Ebcn Holden it 
seems to me it just misses being literature. Carcfullv written, with the chann 
of the forest and all the beauty of Uncle Eb"s fancj- and affection emphasized, 
it would not need the parts which now seem a bid for popularity. As it is 
it is only too clear that it was written by a newspaper man. and with a 
time limit. 

It was a genuine pleasure to find that in J/v Literary Friends and 
Acquaintances Mr. Howells had returned, in a way, to his old method. True 
to our original adiniration, we had struggled painfully through his later stories, 
marred as they were by the workings of his social conscience. But now he 
comes before his faithful public, kindly and sympathetic as always, and freed 
from the necessity of depicting in the realistic manner but without the rugged 
strength of the true realist, many minute and petty struggles of commonplace 
people. This volume of literary reminiscences is full of most delightful tributes 
to friends who have helped and influenced the writer, and gives us fresh pictures 
of men about whom we can never tiro of hearing. 

The following books have been added to the library recently : Black Rock, 
Ralph Connor; Lvsbeth, Rider Haggard; 77a' Tribulations of a Princess; Lin 
McLean. Owen Wister ; I'ork Cathedral; Life of Handel ; L.ife of Tshaiko-vski ; 
Westminster. Sir Walter Besant. 

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Dillaoc motes 
IPeacb Culture in jfarmtuGton 

[.In last month's magazine we were all much interested in Mr. Porritt's article on 
Local Industries and the Library. Farmington has not many industries the literature of 
which can be collected, but certainly first in the short list comes the peach cultivation 
of which we are so justly proud. One of our loveliest roads leads to the peach orchard 
of Mr. Root, and in addition to the glorious view of our green vallej', ■with its much wind- 
ing river, is a beauty of pink blossoms in the spring, glistening foliage in summer, crowned 
at last by such peaches — whose color and flavor must be helped to their perfection by the 
great beauty of the " mountain " where they find protection and nourishment. Ed.] 

In 1891 one of the Messrs. Root was requested by the general manager 
of the Connecticut Valley Orchard Company to take charge of a peach orchard 
in Deep River, of which business he knew nothing. The general manager was 
an earnest believer in fruit raising, and, like all enthusiasts, interested all who 
heard him tell of the possibilities of Connecticut as a fruit growing state. 
Talking with him led to a close observation of the methods of our state pioneers 
in peach growing, the Hale Brothers of Glastonbury, visits to various orchards 
and the determination to try planting some three hundred peach trees on a 
stony piece of pasture land covered with brush on the so-called mountain. 
At the same time Mr. Root experimented with less than a hundred trees in 
the valley. The latter bore but little fruit, soon became diseased, and were 
cut down without giving any return for the care given them, thus proving that 
our low lands are unfitted for peach trees even if adapted to the growth of 
other fruit. 

Accepting the ' advice of a successful orchardist, the trees were purchased 
in Maryland as in those nurseries they were less likely to be infected by the 
yellows — the terror of every peachgrower. The ground of the mountain pasture 
was carefully prepared, cleared somewhat from the quantities of stone covering 
it and heavily fertilized, and in the spring of 1892 the young trees were set 
out. They grew vigorously and the second year bore a few very fine peaches. 
When the orchard was three years old a good crop of extra fruit was picked, 
and these same trees have borne every season since, with one e.xception. Several 
liundred trees have been planted each succeeding year till there are now two 
thousand trees in bearing. This year the unusually large crop promised necessi- 
tated the building of a packing house in the midst of the orchard to facilitate 
the careful sorting and packing of the fruit. During the two or three years 
that must pass before any return can be expected from the orchard, small fruits 
are set out between the trees, thus partially paying for the fertilizers and 
cultivation of the land so essential to the successful growth of good fruit and 
thrifty trees. 

Some five years after the beginning of the Tunxis Orchard, Mr. Adrian 
Wadsworth set nearly a thousand peach trees on the same mountain, afterwards 
adding to them, till now he has a good-sized orchard in bearing of much 

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Warren Mason has also made a similar venture this year, and we know 
of one or two more contemplated orchards, so that eventually our hillside may 
be covered with many trees bearing peaches noted for their fine flavor, high 
color and good size ; for the elevation protects tiiem from frosts and the soil seems 
peculiarlj' adapted to producing excellent fruit every year, which desirable quali- 
ties are not often found combined. L. E. R. 

Mr. Gay sends us an interesting account of 

The Dames School of Sixty Years Ago. — Nearly sixty -three years ago 
a school for small children was kept in the long building opposite tiie Savings 
Bank. I am sure of the date because one fine morning as we were setting out 
for school we were told that we must not call the teacher Miss Hurlbut any 
more, but Mrs. Cowles. She had married Esquire Horace Cowles since dis- 
missing school the previous day. She was soon succeeded by a relative, a Miss 
Goodman, under whom we learned to read and spell, and the older girls 
advanced even into the profound mysteries of the First Lessons in Natural 
Philosophy by Miss Swift, from which some could even recite Addison's hymn 
"The spacious firmament on high." I say girls, for they formed four-fifths of 
the school. I recall the names of but two boys. William Nevins I remember 
from his brilliant rendering of the stilling of the tempest in our morning read- 
ings from the New Testament — " And - there - was - a - great - CLAM. One 
other boy there was, John North, whose name recalls the little room on the 
north-east corner of the building in which naughty children were immured for 
small misdemeanors. One noon \vhen the prison door was opened John had 
marvellously disappeared, having climbed out of a two -story window and down 
a small ehn tree which may still be seen. He was esteemed a daring hero 
ever after. 

Of somewhat earlier date was the school in the south chamber of the house 
long the residence of Mr. Leonard Winship. The floor still shows the circles 
and parabolas which represented the orbits of plannets and comets along which 
the children played astronomy. Commander Hooker, U. S. N. gives this account 
of the school. "At one time a Miss Hamilton kept an infant school there 
and I was one of the scholars. She had rings painted on the floor up -stairs 
for orbits of planets, and the children represented the solar system and circu- 
lated around a girl sun. I used to have a red cap on my head and was 
supposed to be Mars." G. 

Zbc (5olf Girl 

Over the sheep pasture, up the gravelly hill, through the swamps, out on 
tlie dusty road the hot sun followed her and burned her cheek, the wind 
tossed her light hair. In a little hollow the golf ball nestled, she tore up the 
ground with her drives; the sand and gravel flew about. What is that? Why, 
its an Indian arrow head. "Mary," she shouted back, "come here, I've found 
an Indian arrow head." Again she attacked the rebellious ball; how the gravel 

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flew ! A bird came limping along the ground ; she looked near her in the grass 
and found a sparrow's nest. "Mary," she shouted, "come here, I have found 
a bird's nest! " Above her head, soaring tranquilly in the blue summer sky 
was a large hawk ; his shadow travelled across the field. How much one learns 
of nature, and what large draughts of health the golf girl is absorbing. B. 

The year, which was the time allotted for the existence of The Farmington 
Magazine, is nearly over. The reception of the magazine has been more 
cordial than any the committee dared hope for and many regrets have been 
expressed that the time for closing has come. Of course in a publication so 
purely local, material must some time give out, but that time has not yet come 
and the committee is hesitating over the suggestion to continue the magazine 
as a quarterly. Opinions from subscribers as to the desirability of this change 
would be gratefully received by the editors. We should hope, in case we con- 
tinue, to receive more material from the former pupils of Miss Porter's School, 
who have this last year been so generous in their subscriptions and words of 
encouragement. We shall, therefore, hope during the next month to be helped 
in deciding whether to issue four numbers through the next year or to bid 
farewell to a public we confess ourselves reluctant to leave. 

There are a few complete files of The Farmington Magazine — few 
because of the limited number of December magazines on hand. These files 
will be sold at a slightly higher price than the j'early subscription. Incom- 
plete files and single numbers may also be had. 

We wonder if other readers of this magazine are ignorant of the fact that 
the large elm tree in front of Mr. Dunning's house was planted by Squire Mix 
in the year of the treaty of peace at Paris, and called the Peace Tree. That 
year was 1783, was it not? So "Tongues in trees, books in the running 

This month the public schools open with some improvements, we are glad 
to say, and the hope of more in the near future. The importance of play 
time and the gaines of children is more and more recognized since the birth 
of the kindergarten. One might truly say with the wise man of ancient 
times — Let me direct the children at play and I care not who teaches them 
their lessons. In the city the school play grounds are now open all the year 
round, and in the open air gymnasiums and play grounds, the traditions of the 
kindergarten are kept up. I am looking forward to the time when Farmington 
shall have a kindergarten and the imaginations of the children shall be as 
carefully trained as their minds — a good course in fairy tales would do no 
harm. In spite of the superior surroundings of country children their imagi- 
nations are far less active than those of their crowded and sickly city cousins, 
and they are far more apt to grow up sluggish and indolent ■with few healthful 
forms of amusement. Of course I am thinking of those with little liome train- 
ing. The problem of the country is often sighed over. If we could see that 
natural surroundings do not count for every thing, and that children must be 
taught to play healthfully as well as to work practically, then they need not 
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Vol. I. OCTOBER. 190 1 No. 12 

XTbe IRcw JBorouob 

The Magazine requests a contribution "concerning the borough" — the new 
scheme of municipal government recently inaugurated in this ancient village 
under the authority of the General Assembly. This request is not understood 
to imply that an apology for its existence is due from the borough govern- 
ment now installed. If so, it may be said that neither the electors who put 
it in power nor the General Assembly which conferred the power, are within 
reach of any such demand. It is true that the legislature has largely sup- 
planted, within the borough limits, the town's government by mass meeting, 
made venerable by two and a half centuries of honorable, and, upon the whole, 
as towns go, not altogether inefficient service. It is enough to say, on this 
head, that local public sentiment, without dissent, petitioned for the change ; 
the legislature granted the petition as being just and reasonable, after a public 
hearing and due deliberation, and the Governor approved its action. No word 
of opposition was heard. It is the law, therefore, and, until repealed by the 
power which made it, must be accepted as such. 

Nevertheless, it is quite possible that a doubting few still cherish the pure 
and simple democracy of the town meeting as a good thing in itself, not to 
be lightly cast aside in favor of the democratic - republican system of govern- 
ment by representatives, popularly elected. The system of town government 
by a democracy assembled in mass meeting, long the characteristic feature of 
New England political life, has excited the interest and the admiration of 
political theorists of every generation. In practice it may work and no doubt 
has worked satisfactorily in sparcely populated townships given over to farming 
or grazing, where new ideas are apt to meet with indifferent hospitality. Ap- 
parently, the single public interest of such a community lies in roads and bridges, 
although even this important interest is likely to languish, or perish altogether, 
when the cost of a really good road or of an iron bridge is figured out. Such 
a population, unlike that of a city or village, is wholly unconscious of a need 
for sanitation, for means of extinguishing fires, for waterworks, macadam roads, 
asphalt sidewalks, street lighting or other such agencies of righteousness. That 
being the case, it is manifestly unfair to ask a farmer in a distant corner of 
the town to consent to be taxed in order to supply one or more village centers, 
within his town, with these artificial and costly refinements of urban life, how- 
ever essential they may be to the health, security and general well being of 
the city or village. As for policing a village or making it attractive to the 
eye of the stranger, even to the small extent of cleaning the streets of thistles 

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and docks, no such objects are within the scope of the powers of a town. 
Unlike a city or borough, a town is not a corporation, or juristic personality, or 
if one, in only the most limited sense. It has no duties and is under no liabili- 
ties except the very few expressly imposed by statute. It is liable neither for 
refusing to exercise what few powers it has, nor for their imperfect execution 
when undertaken, unless such a liability is explicitly declared. The most eager, 
duty-minding selectman, and we have had many such, is pow^erless to go beyond 
the limits of the town's powers. All he can do with a road is to throw only 
just sufficient earth upon it each year to make it just short of being unsafe 
and dangerous for travel, and so save the town from damages in case of an 
accident to a traveler. 

The inadequacy of this strictly limited government to meet the needs and 
aspirations of a village community, ever increasing in number and variety as it grows 
into a city, is an old story. The necessity of some form of relief from it was 
recognized in Connecticut as long ago as 1784, when five cities in as many towns 
were incorporated ; since then thirteen other cities have received charters. Smaller 
communities recognizing the advantages for themselves of a fully equipped mu- 
nicipal government, began to apply for incorporation. Beginning with Stoning- 
ton, in 1801, thirty odd borough charters have been granted to the present time, 
including three by the last session of the present General Assembly. The earliest 
charters conformed to the model of the town meeting by conferring upon the 
freemen of the borough — quite as fierce and irresponsible a democracy as that 
of the town meeting — the power to pass upon everj' by-law and ordinance of 
the borough. In the case of not a few of these early boroughs, thus handi- 
capped, the result was either an early death or an appeal to the legislature for 
amended charters whicli should substitute for mob legislation that of a repre- 
sentative body composed of a warden and burgesses. 

It seems to have become the settled policy of Connecticut to encourage 
borough organizations, and by investing them with ample powers and full free- 
dom of action, to fix the responsibility for failure upon the individual officers 
who may be called to account, rather than upon a mass meeting which can be 
made responsible to no one. On a comparison of the successive charters granted 
during recent years, the inclination appears to be to place cities and boroughs, 
in respect of legislative and executive powers, upon substantially the same basis. 
In no State, it is believed, is greater liberalit)' shown in the grant of cor- 
porate powers to boroughs, and it is safe to say that in no State have these 
pow^ers been exercised to greater advantage and satisfaction than in Connecticut. 
The effect has been to supplant, not only the town meeting government to a 
great extent, but to do away with, as no longer needed, such makeshifts as 
Fire Districts, Sanitary Districts and the like. 

One other institution, although not recognized by law, is to be mentioned 
with respect, and with the hope that its useful career is by no means ended — 
the Village Improvement Society. During the last thirty years or more societies 
under this name have sprung up everywhere as a sort of necessary adjunct to 
the local government, whose deficiencies they sought to make good. We are 

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not far wrong if we regard the Farmington Borough as an amplified Village 
Improvement Society. It has, in a large sense, the same objects in view whicli 
are cherished by the society of that name, long flourishing in our village, only 
more extended in scope, and with the authority of the State behind it. 

While it is true that, under existing law, the town, as such, is without 
jurisdiction, or of extremely limited jurisdiction within the borough limits, it 
should be added that, by the express terms of the charter, we remain citizens 
of the old town, as we are proud to be, and are subject to all the duties and 
entitled to all the rights of such citizenship. 

Finally, the borough is not only or merely an agency of government ; it is 
Opportunity, continuous and enduring as the life of the borough itself. To 
secure a good municipal government in Farmington, wisely administered, the 
essential thing is civic pride on the part of every inhabitant. No one can 
doubt the evidence of its development among us ; the borough government cannot 
altogether take its place as a promoter of improvements, but it can lend its 
aid by the wise e.xercise of its powers. But what will count most effectively, 
after all, is the regard of the individual for the appearance of the village, the 
cleanliness of its streets, the trimness of its shade trees, the order and beauty 
of its public buildings and grounds, and, what is perhaps more to the purpose, 
his care that his own premises, instead of being an offense and a blot upon 
the picture, shall show the respect he entertains both for himself and for the 
public. A well-kept lawn, a neat, straight fence, well painted ( or no fence 
at all), a sidewalk in perfect repair and swept of leaves and litter, the gutters 
cleared of growing grass and weeds — these evidence the civic pride of the 
individual man ; and if they are but the individual expression of a common 
popular impulse, the thing is done. We have a homogeneous population, the 
larger proportion of which has century -old associations with Farmington Valley. 
Pride in its history is as general as is the familiar knowledge of its traditions. 
The kind of pride we now most need is not in what has been but in what 
is to be, that pride and respect for ourselves and for public opinion that shall 
save us from the fallen and forlorn estate of "an abandoned farm."' An edi- 
torial paragraph may be quoted, as in point, from the New York Evening 
Post : 

"One of the most interesting features of a carriage - drive through the better 
sections of New England is the growing frequency with which one encounters 
a village or a town whose people demonstrate to the passing traveler their local 
pride by well-kept lawns, an attractive 'common' or park, good sidewalks, fine 
streets, and the other accessories of an agreeable place of residence. ' The people 
here have public spirit,' is the remark which one instinctively utters as he 
reaches such a stopping- place at midday or toward evening, and congratulates 
himself that he may rest where all of the conditions are so favorable. The 
immense difference which it makes to a place whether there is a vigorous public 
spirit or not is apparent enough when one encounters, as he often may, after 
such an experience, another town, only a few miles away, which has quite as 
great possibilities, but which repels and even disgusts by the evident lack of 

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pride in the locality and of willingness to ' put one's self out ' in order to 
contribute to the public well-being." 

Time alone can vindicate the wisdom of the General Assembly in enacting, 
and the Governor in approving a statute which delegates a portion of the State's 
sovereign powers to the electors of this borough. The best, and indeed the 
only, guarantee for its future prosperity and success as a government agency, 
alike in the reasonableness of its ordinances, the willing conformity of its citizens, 
and the honest enforcement of the law, is the determination of the people 
themselves that success and not failure shall be its fate. Senior Burgess. 

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On a certain hot Sunday, the village maidens assembled to bathe in the 
river. Taking off their kerchiefs and coronet caps, they seated themselves on 
the bank to cool off, and began to talk — such and such a girl loved a certain 
youth, and such another youth was handsome, and the like. One maiden 
alone sat silent — Frosya, an orphan, poor but beautiful, with fair skin and 
eyes as blue as the gentian. So the girls began to tease her. " Have you 
no dearly-loved friend, Frosinya ; and who and where is he ? Is he hand- 
some ? Is he rich?" 

"Where should I, a poor girl, get a rich and handsome lover?" said 
Frosya. " Yonder adder shall be my husband." 

No sooner had she said this than all the girls cried out: ''The adder! 
the adder! " and fled. 

And upon her kerchief, which she had placed on the grass, a huge black 
adder lay coiled. She uttered a cry. But the adder struck his tail against the 
the ground and turned into a wonderfully handsome young man, who stood 
before her with a golden cap upon his flowing curls, his eyes flashing fire, 
and from his mouth flowed honeyed speech. 

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He said to her, " Did you mean it when you .said that you were ready 
to marry the adder?" and she knew not what to reply, but gazed at him and 
thought: "Whence came such a wise and handsome youth?" 

And he, divining her thought, said: "I am no common man, but the 
Tzar of the waters, and my empire lies close at hand, in a deep pool, on 
golden sands." And he read in her eyes that she consented to go with him. 
He grasped her with his powerful hand, and they sank down into his deep, 
watery realm. 

Frosya's happiness was great. She could not believe in it. He was so 
good, so wise — she had never seen such people, and there are none such 
anywhere as the Tzar of the waters. But Frosya was foolish. Seven years 
did she dwell with him in the deep pool, in his palace of crystal ; and the 
seven years passed as one day — and there need not have been any end to her 
bliss. A girl and a boy had been born to her. But all at once, without 
any cause, she grew sad, pined for the earth, to see her native hamlet and 
her friends. 

So the Tzar let her go with her children for three days, after exacting 
the promise that neither she nor the children, by word or hint, should tell the 
name of her husband, or where she lived. And this she promised, with 
fearful oaths, and her husband escorted her to the dam. In three days she 
was to return to this same spot, and cry three times: "Cuckoo!" whereupon 
he would swim to her at once. 

She kept her oath, but her friends coaxed and questioned the children. 
The boy, to all questions, answered simply, " I don't know." But the girl 
told everything. This was all the envious gossips wanted ; they ran and told 
their husbands and brothers, all of whom ran at once to the dam, pronounced 
the magic words, and when the Tzar made his appearance, beat him to death. 
But before he died he managed to say to Frosya : 

" It is thanks to thee, my dear wife, that I come to my death, through 
thee and my daughter. Henceforth fly thou as a gray cuckoo, and repeat 
forever my call, 'Cuckoo!' in sadness, from spring until St. Peter's day. 
And from that day onward, may every bird, both large and small, beat and 
pursue thee. And thou, my daughter, my betrayer, shalt become a nettle - bush 
and may that weed, the fiery, burn thine eyes, wheresoever thou mayst be, 
that thou mayst weep forevermore, remembering thy father's death ! But to 
my loyal son, who obeyed his father's command, I make this bequest : that 
he shall be the bird beloved which dwells and sings in gardens and in shady 
groves — the nightingale — for the joy of happy people, for the comfort of the 

And the tears which fall from the eyes of the weeping daughter and 

from the mother's eyes, turn to meadow orchids, and are called "The Cuckoo's 


Isabel F. Hapgood, Translator. 

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H Confltct of Xaw H. 2>. 1807 

In the olden time when Governor Treadwell had been eleven times elected 
to the office of Lieutenant Governor, when Esquire Mix always represented the 
town in the General Assembly, when Dr. Porter had just begun his life -long 
iTiinistry, and when the old Federal party was still in the ascendant, a singular 
conflict between national and state law in this quiet village astounded the 
worthy men of that day. The venerable lieutenant governor was arrested for 
stopping the United States mail on the 31st of January, 1807, and was tried 
for the offense in the city of Hartford. There had been a contract subsisting 
for some years between the postmaster general and White & Ely of Danbury 
to carry the mail once a week bet^veen Hartford and New York, leaving 
Hartford every Tuesday and New York every Friday, passing through Litch- 
field and New Milford on the way. The contractors sublet the line between 
Litchfield and Farmington to parties w^ho employed one Isaac Kellogg not 
only to carry the mail under the government contract but to carry passengers, 
and to drive on the Sabbath day in defiance of the law of the state, claiming 
that the mail coach was a sanctuary from which no state officer could make 
an arrest. Considering the excited political feeling of the time and the fact 
that religious and moral people of that day were not likely to be found in a 
Sunday coach, the lieutenant governor opined that if the stage coach be " a 
sanctuary for crime, it will immediately become the hold of every unclean and hate- 
ful bird." The story as told before the court is long. Briefly, Kellogg had been 
thrice warned against carrying passengers on the Sabbath in defiance of the 
state law, and on Saturday, January 31st, was arrested by constable Joseph 
Porter at the post office in the house of Deacon Samuel Richards, the mail 
then being in the possession of the deacon. The whole party were driven to 
the tavern of Mr. Adna Curtiss, afterwards Whitman's, where Kellogg was 
accustomed to stop. Kellogg was thence taken before Justice Treadwell and 
admitted the facts of the complaint, but declined to satisfy the judgments or 
give security. While the papers for his commitment were being prepared, 
according to the words of the governor, " a deluge of rain descended in the 
evening and night which the present defendant apprehended might raise a 
freshet which for some days might obstruct the passage of the mail if further 
delayed. On this account he deemed it expedient to order him to be set at 
liberty." At the trial in Hartford great crowds of the political enemies of 
Lieutenant Governor Treadwell gathered to see him publicly humiliated and 
disgraced. Before the trial had long proceeded the prosecuting officer entered 
a nolle prosequi and the prisoner by invitation of the judge took his place 
on the bench to which his high office entitled him. 

The last few lines are given on the authority of Professor Denison Olm- 
sted. The remainder of the account is from the original manuscripts of 
Governor Treadwell. I regret the want of time for further examination 
before the magazine goes to press. Julius Gay. 

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^be pilgrim iPatb 

[The following is family tradition, handed down from grandmother to grandchild. Of 
course it is impossible to know which path the pioneers from Hartford took, but we know 
they came, and a reminder of it is pleasant. The first authenticated use of the term Pilgrim 
Path occurred in some papers dated 1840.— Editor.] 

Opposite Mr. Rice's place, and near the wonderful maple tree, we walked 
over meadow land and climbed the steep and grassy side of the Hill of Phi- 
losophy to find the Pilgrim Path. This local name was given to the hill because 
a number of years ago, a School of Philosophy met in Farmington and held 
sessions, wise and otherwise, on this lovely hill, where the slim junipers stand 
erect as if keeping guard. We took the climb slantwise for it is steep, rested 
on Philosophy's summit and then pushed our way toward the northeast, where 
the mountain rises higher, "and here," said my guide, "is the Pilgrim Path." 
To the north and south of this grassy knoll the top of the range was wooded 
and a slight opening to the north and one toward the south could be seen. 
We entered the path going north, the saplings bending over it, and the great 
pines overshadowed it, making a sacred gloom ; the briars scratched us, and the 
braken rods bruised our feet. So it was not an easy path our fathers took 
more than 250 years ago when five or si.x of them left their newly settled 
town of Hartford and started for this range of hills, that from the summit 
they might look for a promising place to settle. They climbed the eastern 
slope and made their way over the summit to the western slope where there 
is an abrupt descent to the plain. Through the thick branches they caught 
glimpses of the western sky. Pushing these aside, they viewed the wide valley 
with delight. Meadows of the greenest, large trees outlining a lovely river, 
the great plain bounded west and north by fine forests and distant highlands. 

"Why need we go further," they cried, "with this rich farming land at 
our very feet." After a time they pushed along the hill top, till they came 
to its southern slope, and descended to the pass, where the trolley now runs 
through, and then found their way back to Hartford. The story they told 
must have been an enticing one, for some eighty-four of Hartford's citizens 
followed those pioneers over the Pilgrim Path. iSIen, women and children held 
aside the branches on the mountain top and took their first glad look down 
at their future home, before they followed the trail to the pass and then over 
the meadow to the river. It was convenient to be near it, the little river; the 
men could fish and the women wash their clothes; so they built their first cabins 
on its banks, and when the floods came they saw their mistake and retreated 
to the base of the mountain and built over again. Hartford's bravest and most 
enterprising must have been among these settlers, for they left homes so nearly 
made, with comforts gathered with difficulty, and braved fresh dangers among 
Indians, being small in numbers. But Hartford was their home still, and 
their revered pastor, the Rev. Mr. Hooker, was there. So the Pilgrim 
Path was widened by journeys back and forth by the stately Puritans on their 


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way to church. Sometimes mothers with babies in their arms or tied on their 
backs, toiled back to have the minister put his hands on them in baptism, for 
Farmington had as yet no pastor of its own. Now the church spire is one 
of the loveliest features of the view from the summit of the mountain. 

Many years ago, some Christian Indians stopped at this same house from 
which -we pathfinders started, and asked for food. They may have been disciples 
of Jonathan Edwards at Stockbridge and were going to cross the mountain. 
They were given a meal of bread and milk, and then went on their way up 
the Pilgrim Path. Their entertainers saw them outlined against the sky and 
heard their voices singing an old hymn : 

" Come all ye weary travelers 

And let us join to sing 
The everlasting praises 

Of Jesus Christ our King. 
We've had a weary journey 

And toilsome it is true, 
But see how many dangers 

The Lord has brought us through." 

There are no more Indians to follow the trail ; the sons of the Puritans 
and the mothers with their babies do not need to cross the mountain to the 
old church in Hartford. But Pilgrim Path still exists and speaks of the 
purpose of our fathers to plant the church and the school house throughout 
Connecticut. M. R. J. 

Ube jrirst Dioltn 

He plaj's beneath my very feet 
When lights are fading in the west. 
When all the breathless world is still 
And listening, in its twilight rest. 
To catch the signal of his thrill. 
He draws his bow across the strings, 
And all the little ^vhirring wings. 
Of all the little stirring things, 
The tin}', drowsing measures beat, 
And then repeat, repeat, repeat. 

In all the weary, languid heat, 

My fiddler doth but play his best : 

The orchestra in its retreat, 

Awaits the note of his behest. 

One bold, but hidden, vagrant fellow. 

Bravely, as though the rest were mute, 

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Sustains alone the violoncello ; 
His neighbor plays the piping flute. 
While all, the shrilling measures beat — 
Da capo then repeat, repeat ! 

A single star, serene and sweet, 
Shines forth upon the fleecy breast 
Of evening, and the restlessness 
Of life, sinks softly, night-opprest. 
Each vibrant leaf is motionless. 
He draws his bow across the strings, 
And all the little whirring wings 
Of all the little stirring things, 
The tiny, drowsing measures beat, 
And then repeat, repeat, repeat ! 

Annie Eliot Trumbuli,. 



The autumn takes fire among the sumac bushes and among the red maples, 
it is as though those trees arrived first at the great festival of the year. The 
white birches put on their yellow dress which hardly covers them as much as 
the ballet costumes cover the famous dancers. But, then, "beauty unadorned 
is adorned the most." The ash tree and the butternut tree have already quietly 
slipped off their summer costumes, and last of all the oaks join the others. 
For the oaks are related to the pine trees and a little farther south hold their 
leaves through the winter; indeed, with us they hold on to their dried leaves 
with great tenacity, long after the winter snows have come, — not unlike those 
elderly maidens who cannot let their charms depart. 

But autumn is at its full tide when the sugar maples have turned red and 
green and gold, and like Sir Walter Raleigh they lay down their beautiful 
mantles on the muddy walk for the Farmington people to walk over. There 
is something gay in the fall of the leaves; the Scripture tells us "we all do 
fade as a leaf," but with much less brilliancy usually. There is something 
courageous and inspiring in the death of the leaves. After their useful lives 
in shading the tree, in drinking in the fresh air from the goblet of the sum- 
mer breeze, in sheltering the little families of birds, they dress themselves 
gorgeously and go out gayly to meet death. They look so beautiful on the 
ground we are reminded of that monk who was so cheerful that when he was 
sent to hell he made a little quiet contented corner in that warm place, until 
finally they had to bring him up to heaven lest he make all the infernal regions 
happy and contented. 

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The first tree among the maples to turn color is the tree in front of Mrs. 
Whitman's. Something of the promptness of the property holder gets into that 
tree, and I think it must be more nearly related to the red maple and the 
sumac bush than the other trees, for it has a very beautiful soft red color that 
the artists call Titian's red. 

And now the cedars and other evergreen trees become more prominent. 
They possess the gift of immortality like Tithonus, and as the other trees depart 
no wonder they look sober, for they are the ones who are left behind. When 
all New England is sailing under bare poles and its dry trees clank together 
like the rigging of a ship, then the thick evergreens are covered partly with 
the white winter shroud and almost regret their immortality. 

Xlbe ffl^catcbers 

There is quite a large number of Flycatchers in the world, principally in 
the tropical regions. In New England we have about eight varieties, with 
three more that have been found as rare stragglers. There is very little power 
of song among our Flycatchers and some content themselves by repeating their 
own names over and over again through the long summer, " PhcEbe ! Phoebe! " 
and " Pewee ! Pewee ! " and that is all they say, — "like a lost child that can 
only say its own name." Most of the Flycatchers have a bold, defiant air, 
most marked in our Kingbird. There is hardly any bird in the country that 
is as courageous. Not content with fighting among themselves, Kingbirds \vill 
joyously attack the largest birds of prey ; flying up above the Hawk or Eagle 
they will plunge downward on their adversaries' backs and worry them without 
mercy. Doubtless they would trouble the Condor or a wandering angel in the 
same way. These Kingbirds make an excellent guard for the corn fields which 
may be near their nests ; much better than most of the devices of man. But 
they are said to eat the honey bees, and the farmer, without inquiring into the 
bird's useful ways, fills him full of shot. There are those who know that tell 
us the Kingbird only eats the drones. I never examine bees to see what thej' 
are ; I am content to believe anything about a bee or wasp. 

The Kingbird, like all the Flycatchers, has a big head, full of schemes, 
and ornamented on the occipital region with a tuft of orange. The nest is 
made on a horizontal branch of an apple tree, and the four or five eggs are 
white and handsoinely blotched with brownish black. It is said that one of 
the Popes gave the Spaniards the whole of North America, but the Kingbird, 
without anv special authority, like an Englishman, claims all creation as his 
own. Let no other bird approach his domain. With a peculiar snap of his 
bill he gathers in the insects, the Butterflies or the Eagles. 

The Great Crested Flycatcher is larger than the Kingbird, but is a much 
shyer bird. He has high shoulders and a big head that has no music to speak 
of in it, but is filled with ideas and strategems. At the entrance to his nest, 
which is usually in the hole of an apple tree, the Great Crested Flycatcher 
places the "cast off" skin of a snake, probably to ward off attacks from the 

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suspicious squirrels. This snake skin is never omitted, and the three nests 
which I have seen all had their snake skin wound around the entrance, where 
we would plant a crimson rambler. The eggs of the Great Crested Flycatcher 
are remarkable, looking as though they had been scratched all over with a pen. 

Some people confuse the Wood Pewee, and the Phcebe, and the I^east Fly- 
catcher. The Phoebe comes early in spring, while the Wood Pewee and the Least 
Flycatcher arrive later. The Wood Pewee is the one with the mournful note, 
" Pewee," as though it were filled with inconsolable sorrow, but as far as is 
known it seems happy enough in its way. Its nest is a little larger than the 
Humming Bird's and somewhat like it, with the outside covered with lichens. 
The Least Flycatcher (^Empidonax minimus,) is perhaps the most common of 
our Flycatchers and is known by its characteristic cry of ''chebec, chebec." 

The best known of all our Flycatchers is probably the Phcebe. So anxious 
are they to arrive in New England they can hardly wait for the winter to go. 
Sometimes they arrive as early as February, making it difficult to obey the old 
saying: "Plant peas when you hear the first Pho>be." Of late years it has 
been discovered the chickadees cry " Phoebe " in February, probably as a joke. 
They have a number of broods in each season and are in a hurry to begin house- 
keeping. They will return year after year to the same shed. Originally they 
made their nests under overhanging rocks, as did also the Barn Swallows ; but 
civilization has changed their habits. (It is also well to note that the Chimney 
Swifts used hollow trees before thev had chimneys, just as we used stage coaches 
before we had electric cars). When we ride over a bridge and see a bird fly 
out from underneath we may be pretty sure there is a Phoebe's nest there — a 
beautiful mossv nest lined inside with some soft material, placed in the heavy 
timbers under the bridge. Here the mother bird passes the long summer months. 
Below her flows the brook, with all its interesting episodes. The trout, the 
minnows, the water snakes, the dragon -flies and the cool water eddying among 
the stones. The little Phoebe looks calmlv down, as the goddesses look on the 
troubled life of the earth. But when the young are hatched then excitement 
begins. They are anxious to fly down into the water. " Oh, mama, what 
is that swimming in the water.?" '-That is a big turtle who will eat you 
up if he gets a chance!" "Will the trout eat us mama? Will the snake 
eat us? Will the big moss stones eat us? Will the dragon-fly eat us? Will tlie 
muskrat — ""Oh children, could you not stop asking questions for a minute!" 
said the old Phcebe. "Try and walk along this timber and then fly for the 
shore. Fine!" said the old Pha-be as the young all fluttered into the tall 
grass. "Will the grass eat us?" said the little ones. "No," said the old 
Phcebe, "but about everything else will." And even as she spoke there was 
a rush of wings and a Sparrow Hawk had almost seized one of the young 
birds. The mother bird flew into the hawk's face, which flustered him con- 
siderably. "Can we get back into the nest?" said the little ones. "No," 
said the old Phoebe, "you are out in the world now." R. B. B. 

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H (Blance at tbe ffarmtngton Xanbscape 

" Such a thoughtful idea of Providence, to run rivers through all large 
cities," said the lady. If she has ever been in Farmington she would have 
considered the north and south plan equally felicitous. This arrangement brings 
effects of light and shadow at morning and evening hours that an east and 
west valley does not. It also allows the summer south breeze full play through 
it — a satisfactory arrangement, as we all know, — while no such sweep is allowed 
the west winds of winter. What a beautiful, distinguished valley it is, hills 
and meadows and forests doing just the right, restful thing. Beyond the warm, 
gray, lichen - flecked post and rail fence, suggesting bars of music, is the hill- 
top hay field and old fashioned apple orchard, sloping away to a pasture where 
the cows in the summer hazes look almost like masses of wild flowers, 
their color is so soft and delicate. Then come the steeper open fields gliding 
down to the main street, now hidden by the fine old trees. Here and there shows 
a bit of roof or old red barn, and charm of all, the most exquisitely propor- 
tioned church spire ever designed. Still further appear the delicious meadows, 
with the river and its offspring, the "Pequaboc," winding about just as fancy 
takes them, as though delaying as long as possible the moment when they are 
to ba swallowed up by the swallower of all rivers. ( I remember quite well 
tha shock produced by suddenly realizing that it was not the same water which 
ran through my favorite brook year after year, and taking what comfort I could 
from the constancy of the banks and rocks.) The meadows are frequently 
dotted with lakes during the rains of early spring and these shine out, sometimes 
a dazzling white, again pink or red at sunset. Then begins the western slope 
through a wood, more pastures, and finally the dark wooded hills touching the 
sky in a line as beautiful and elegant as a perfect arm, wrist, and hand, far 
pleasanter for every day comradeship than bold, arrogant outlines. May our 
valley be always preserved from the landscape "gardener," an unaccountable 
mania that so many of us have for making nature suggest furniture. 

Charles Foster. 

Commerce is a pedestal for the fine arts and yet how often the business 
men look \vith a fine scorn on the youth who is dedicated to the arts — some- 
thing of the feeling that Judas expressed when he said: "This money might 
have been better laid out at interest." All artists are interested in commercial 
activity, for they know that when riches have done their utmost, the fine arts 
will be invited in. For a long time our ideas of the arts have been rather 
narrowly kept to the thought that pictures were articles of luxury to be enjoyed 
by him who had the means to purchase, but a nobler principle is that good 
pictures are for everybody and should not confine their delights to a few pairs 
of eyes. They tell us of one of the German princes who had an opera of 
Wagner's performed, and this prince himself was all the audience. 

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It has been quite a noteworthy thing how some locaHties are favorable to 
the growth of artists. The little kingdom of Holland, certain localities in Italy, 
and in our own country a remarkable number of artists have come from Hart- 
ford and vicinity. 

There are those who feel that they are " interested in art but not in artists," 
and they content themselves with buying large photographs of the work of old 
masters. But that is not enough. There are sacred duties toward the arts in 
America and we must interest ourselves actively in any artistic movement. And 
we must not be turned away because there are weak and unworthy artists. 
How many of us will be troubled if the Lord returns to the earth as a colored 
man, we would so much rather have him come as a bishop. In my native 
village there was quite a large choir, the singers numbering fifty or more, and 
running along from the ages of fourteen to seventy years. But the most beau- 
tiful voice belonged to the son of the butcher. Some in the congregation were 
troubled because this singer was outside of the church interests, and secretly 
wondered at the discretion of the Lord in bestowing such a beautiful voice in 
such a place. The climax came when the butcher's son sang the song of 
Zaccheus, beginning "I owe no man anything." Was it not enough, said the 
people, that he should owe us all, without singing that song on Sunday! 
Many people cannot enjoy Sarah Bernhardt as an actress because they are 
always thinking of her shortcomings which are in nowise related to her art. 
The humblest individuals often carry the Goblets of the Muses, and these things 
are sometimes "hid from the wise and prudent and revealed unto babes." 

Perhaps the most intelligent and unselfish thing we can do is to have a 
lively interest in such schools as the Hartford Art League. It is not enough 
to have a proper kind of art school, we want to believe as a French artist 
told me, that in fifty years America will be the art center of the world. 
When our art teachers really realize this, a good deal of nonsense will come 
to a close. The dabblers in water colors and the china painters will find they 
must be more serious to comprehend our own artists with their profound knowl- 
edge of drawing. One of the great things in life is to believe in yourself 
and in other people and in God ; we are to look to the generations that are 
coming on. We may study the past properly, but more eagerly the rising 
generation ; to them must be given to rekindle the torch of civilization, and 
to them we look for greater things in art than have ever been done before. 

Book motes 
H Sbort IReminiscense of J6oof?s "Mot IWcw 

"At nightfall, I urge my way into the Sistine Chapel. E is beside 

me, looking with me upon the gaunt figures of the 'Judgement' of Angelo. 
They are chanting the miserere. The twelve candles by the altar are put out 
one by one, as the service continues. The sun has gone down and only the 

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red glow of twilight steals through the dusky windows. There is a pause 
and a brief reading by a red -cloaked cardinal, and all kneel down. She kneels 
beside me, and the sweet, mournful flow of the miserere begins again, growing, 
growing in force and depth till the whole chapel rings and the balcony of the 
choir trembles : then it subsides again into the low, soft wail of a single voice, 
so prolonged, so tremulous and so real that the heart aches and the tears start — 
for Christ is dead." This is one of the several charming morsels from so old 
fashioned and prim a book that one almost wants to apologize for mentioning 

it — Reveries of a Bacheloi the humorous side of which, by the way, is that 

it must be most helpful to married men. How to make the best of their 

Another short and real masterpiece which I always feel it a pity that every 
one should not read, is The White Seal, by Kipling, in " The Jungle Book," 
as large and free in its swing as anything ever written. Taking one for a 
spin through every sea on earth, and leaving one with all the exhilarated sen- 
sation of such an ocean dip. 

A third short book which has somewhat the same power, is Stevenson's 
An Itiland Voyage. The author and a friend take a canal trip through the 
Netherlands and Belgium. It is all vivid and full of fresh air. C. F. 

The following books have been added to the library recently : Life, 
Raphael; Life, Michel Angelo; The Crisis, Winston Churchill; The Helmet 
of Navarre; Austin Elliot, Henry Kingsley ; East London, Walter Besant ; 
Ranch Life and Hunting Trail, Theodore Roosevelt ; Victoria : Sixty Tears 
a ^ucen ; Myths and Myth Makers, John Fiske ; DWi and L, Irving 
Bacheller ; The Right of Way, Gilbert Parker. 

The following interesting account of Mr. Alfred Cowles has just been 
sent us by his daughter, Mrs. French. We are sorry it is not possible to 
use the portrait which accompanied it, but take great pleasure in publishing 
the resolutions : 

Alfred Cowles, a brother of Egbert Cowles, was born in Farmington, 
Conn., July, 1787, and died in San Diego, Cal., October, 1887, at the age 
of one hundred years and three months. On his death the Bar Association 
of San Diego adopted resolutions of respect to his memory. Herewith is 
appended a copy. In speaking of his career, the memorial says : 

"At an early age, after being admitted to the bar, he married the gifted 
daughter of General Solomon Cowles, and sought the promising fields of the 
far West, traveling on horseback through the States of New York, Ohio, 
Indiana, and settling in the old French town of Kaskaskia in Illinois, where 
he practised his profession. He then removed to Belleville, St. Clair County, 
meeting with success. He was, however, induced to locate in the growing 
town of Alton, where he was appointed assistant prosecuting attorney in the 

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case of the murdered Lovejoy, who was killed by a pro-slavery mob. He 
then formed a partnership with William H. Brown at Chicago. While there 
he held an important office under President Taylor. In Illinois he was the 
associate of such eminent men as Lincoln, Douglas, Trumbull and Colonel 
E. D. Baker. In 1853 he came with his family to San Francisco, Cal., living 
in San Jose and finally locating in the quiet retreat of San Diego in Southern 
California. Here he did not engage in the active business of his profession, 
but lived the life of a philosopher, and, in the sweet language of the poet : 

"'Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife 
Their sober wishes never learned to stray.' 

"Believing also in the sentiment, which he often quoted: 
" 'The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, 

And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, 
Await alike the inevitable hour — 

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.' 

" In this long, good and useful life is exemplified the beauty of that 
system, and discipline in habits, industry and practice, that make men true and 
useful citizens. Therefore be it 

'^Resolved, That, recognizing the true merits and useful life of our brother, 
we hereby extend to his family our heartfelt sympathy and express our grateful 
recognition of his great merit as a man and a citizen, commending to the 
profession at large his many virtues and high qualities. 

" San Diego, Cal., Jan. 14, 1888." Coknelia Cowles French. 

Dillaoc motes 

XTbe Creamers an& (Buernseg StocU in ifarmlngton 

DuRixG the year 1869, considerable interest was aroused in the scheme of 
organizing a creamery in Farmington. Mr. Edward Norton was the prime 
mover in interesting those who were to be benefited by this cooperation, and 
meetings were held in different homes during the winter to consider the pro- 
posed plan for making butter and cheese. It was difficult to start, for it was 
a new thing, and as there was no creamery in this vicinity at that time farmers 
hesitated about sending their milk to a creamery. But at length enough were 
persuaded to make the venture, and friends of this enterprise for permanent 
improvement were induced to subscribe for stock. The joint stock of the 
company amounted to about !(ll,000, divided into shares of $25 each. A 
piece of land was rented of Mr. Julius Gay at the north end of the village 
and the patrons of the future creamery gathered in April, 1870, to work with 
their own hands in digging the cellar and thus save expense in hiring men 
and teams. The capital stock was used in erecting a creamery building and 
buying necessary machinery. 

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As the butter maker needed a home near his work, an old corn-house 
belonging to Mr. Solomon Whitman was purchased and hauled to its place by 
a long string of oxen, perhaps twenty-five pairs, and the building was re- 
modeled into the present tenement close to the creamery. Thus was the 
Farmington creamery started, tiie first in the state of Connecticut. Within a 
short time the creamery company has bought the land around its buildings. 
In those early days the milk from each farm was carried to the creamery twice 
a day, and there the process of making it into butter was conducted with more 
system than at the ordinary private dairy ; in addition to this cheese was 
made at intervals, but this part of the business did not prove to be a success 
and after some years cheese making was given up. In 1891 a change was 
made and cream was received at the creamery instead of milk, one man 
collecting the product of all the dairies. In consequence the farmers were 
saved from making daily trips to the creamery. 

Although the number of cows in town has greatly diminished and conse- 
quently much less butter is made, still the Farmington creamery butter maintains 
its excellent reputation and scores high at the Pan - American Exposition in 
Buffalo this summer. Mr. Norton, who was the manager of the creamery for 
many years, realized the need of better cows. His father, who was one of 
the earliest importers of Jersey stock in this country, had imported one animal 
from another of the Channel Islands — a Guernsey — and it proved to be the 
best cow in his herd. This fact, with others, induced the patrons of the 
creamery to subscribe a fund for the purchase of some Guernseys. Fifteen 
animals were selected, and these valuable creatures ( worth about $300 each ) 
arrived at the Farmington station April 18, 1876, and were led through the 
main street of the village, creating great interest and much enthusiasm. They were 
sold the next day, after being duly appraised, and the choice of selection was 
auctioned to those who had subscribed to the purchase fund. The animals were 
sold to the following people : J. H. Andrews, H. W. Barbour, Miss Sarah 
Porter, Chauncey Deming, Charles W. Lewis, Edward Norton, Charles J. 
Thompson, E. W. Tillotson, Winthrop M. Wadsworth, Augustus Ward and 
George N. Whiting, all of Farmington, and Charles M. Beach of Hartford. 
A notice of the birth of the first calf from this group of thoroughbred cows 
was posted upon the creamery. This was the largest single importation of 
Guernsey stock into the United States that had ever been made, and it gave 
a tremendous impetus to the breeding of Guernseys. 

The next year breeders of Guernsey stock in this country met in New 
York City and organized The American Guernsey Cattle Club. Recognizing 
the importance of a trustworthy register, which would guard the purity of 
the stock and be a final authority in questions of pedigree, these men voted 
to establish The American Herd Book, a record of the registered, thoroughbred 
Guernsey stock in this country. This herd book was kept in Farmington 
until about 1895. The expectations of these first importers of Guernseys have been 
fulfilled, for they have proved to be fine dairy cows, gentle, of good size, with a 
peculiar richness of the milk. From the few scores of the breed which were in 
this country in the seventies, the number has risen to thousands and the herd book 
has registered, in all, over twenty thousand animals. A. Y. B. 

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The Center School has opened this fall with a few changes. The im- 
provements in the school - house which were considered, have not all been made, 
but it is hoped that before very long all will be done. An assistant teacher 
has been added to the Primary Department, making more kindergarten work 
for the youngest children possible, such as weaving and clay-modeling. It is 
now possible to take more of the younger children, of five and six years, into 
the school, and the teachers hope they will come and that the rooms may be 
often visited by their parents. 

The Waterville .School has been closed and the scholars are being trans- 
ported to the Center, on the whole a beneficial change from a very small school 
to a larger. 

It was voted at the last meeting of the town to pay the trolley fare of 
children receiving diplomas from the Grammar School here to the Unionville 
High School, thus giving them in fact a free education. It would not be 
practicable to support a High School in Farmington, but tiie children should 
not, on that account, be forced to pay for schooling. This arrangement will 
also fix the standard for our grammar school, a helpful thing in itself. 

Again, on behalf of the teachers, we would urge more lively interest on 
the part of parents. Visitors to the school are always welcome. 

On October 3d the Girls' Club begins its second year in the North School 
House. The building has become the property of D. N. Barney and some 
alterations and improvements have been made. The courses of instruction are 
the same as last year, with the addition of choral work every Tuesday even- 
ing under Mr. J. Walter Davis, who is the vocal teacher at Miss Porter's 

A SEWING school, cooking school and dressmaking class will be opened in 
the old chapel building by Miss Pope as soon as the repairs on the building 
are finished. The upper room in which the sewing school will be held will 
be left much as it was, and there the Congregational Church will continue to 
hold evening services. The lower room is to be changed to fit the needs of 
the cooking class. 

Since Miss Badger gave up her name and her notion counter in the house 
at the corner of High Street and New Britain Road it has had no successor 
until now a "Little .Shop" is opened in the old O'Rourke-Pope house. 
Farmington has been so often compared to Cranford that one almost expects 
in this quaint room to find "Miss Mattie " behind the one counter weighing 
out the tea, and it is somewhat of a shock to find a variety of things to which 
that most real shop of fiction was a stranger. The sale of hot peanuts will 
not cause any of the conscientious twinges that "Miss Mattie" felt in dis- 
pensing lollypops to the children when they would buy the bright colored 
candies in preference to the peppermints she recommended so highly. Tall 
oaks from little acorns grow and who knows but our demand for hot peanuts 
every Saturday may make the opening of this "Little Shop" affect the pea- 
nut acreage of the south. M. D. B. 


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Japanese Stii&ents in jfarmington 

One-qjuarter of a century ago a goodly number of youths 
from Japan came to our village and found a good home, also 
careful instruction at Mr. Edward L. Hart's. Some were 
sent by the Japanese government, others paid part them- 
^ selves and a few had abundant means. Among the num- 
Sr^ ber, three stand out in our memory more prominently than 
^ the others. Shmadz, who was of royal birth, distinguished 
himself by appearing several times daily in different suits, of 
various shades and cuts, all American tailor-made; with beau- 
tiful jewels wherever a man could wear them; neck and foot- 
wear the most choice; and crowning all, a very conscious air. 
— -^^ He was a genuine dude ! 
Mogami, his opposite in every way, was poor, of humble birth, modest, and 
had a most lovely nature, which endeared him to all his American associates. If 
I am not mistaken all his education was received here, whereas the others, after 
leaving here, graduated from the Hartford High School and Yale College. Mogami 
had with him a friend who sickened and died. He cared for his friend most ten- 
derly and to show his appreciation to the ladies here, who sent delicacies and did 
for him in other ways, had some copies of our hymnal, the "Plymouth Collection," 
very richly bound and presented them, writing in each, both m English and Japan- 
ese words of gratitude. Mitsukuri, an unusually bright youth, made friends here 
and at home a name for himself which gave him the title of professor and brought 
him to this country a few years ago on some business of scientific importance. 
He remembered his friends, even those in little Farmington, calling upon them all. 
Many evenings were devoted to these young men while they were here at their 
studies They were most eager to learn our games and were quick to acquire 
them where we were slow and clumsy to learn theirs, owing to the exceedingly 
quick and deft finger motions required. They were too polite to laugh at us but 
we did that part for them very well and gave up trying to manipulate our hngers 
as it was quite out of the question to do anything in that Ime as skilfully as they 
without practice from infancy. At one gathering when refreshments were passed 
Mogami was asked to "take a kiss." He arose somewhat embarrassed but evi- 
dently determined to do his full duty. When it seemed necessary to explain tha 
the kiss he was to take was of sugar and on the plate, he also explained that 
"kiss is of the lips," and it took him some time to get the idea straighteried 
out retaining an expression of wonder for a half hour or more, and I must add, 
he 'was very good natured about the merriment it created. The double meaning 
of words perplexed them greatly. r , ■ a- . ^ r 

Mitsukuri afterwards often wrote his friends here of his efforts to secure for 
the women of his country more liberty and pleasure. After many, many months 
came a ioyful letter saying his sisters were allowed to join himself and a few 
friends occasionally of an evening for games but it was a much longer time 
before they were permitted any instruction. Some years ago at the Worlds ^ air. 
the head of the Japanese department was pleased when these countrymen ot his 
were enquired after and said, among other things, " Shmadz is a great man in 
our country, very high in rank, and Mitzukuri is very learned; he has a great 

, ,, S. L. (jRUMAN. 


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Soliloquy of the 5u5ge 

See Frontispiece 

One cannot help being reminded of the vicissitudes of Uf. u ,u 
chess, when the whole -ime is hlnH..H k '^'^""'^"'^^^ "f ''fe by the game of 
1 . >viiuic game is Dlocked bv a smo-If mwn \\r„ ■ , , 

how miportant any individual may become theTfe of 1." . ' '"'"""'^"'^ 

many of ,l,e„, „e p "i t L '"' "'"' "'" "" """""* ' ''"■'' ''»<'»" 

new sense of proportion and values to the^ criltri /"r^. ^;;;i2;r.; 
a bad n^ove for me, Jess:e. One needs to keep one's mind right on The 

JEMtor's Sf?ctcb Boot? 

It has been a constant pleasure to the editors of this magazine to learn 
how nch m histonc association are many of the Farmington dwellings 
Valuable information on this point has been given in an :ddress by Mr 
Juhus Gay and the old Gleason house is described in a work entitled " Old 
Houses of Connecticut " What we believe is worthy of receiving more atten- 
tion ,s the artistic and architectural beauty of these same buildings, some of 
which are falling into decay. 

It would be interesting to study the detail of some houses, such as win- 
dows doors roofs-the window over the front door in the house now owned 
by Mr. Chase, and the large north window in Mr. Lewis Cowles' house 
repay many a second look. Our illustration gives a few e.xamples of door' 
ways-not all the fine ones by any means. The doorway of the old frame 
house on the main street opposite Gay's store was built by Captain Judah 
Woodruff, who designed many beautiful houses on this street. This porf/co is 
remarkable in its grace and proportion. 

There are two extremes to which it seems a very great pity to go- to 
allow a noble structure to fall into disuse and decay, or, on the other hand. 

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to restore it past all recognition. There are some things our fathers did which 
we have not yet been able to improve on ; let us preserve these with all 
reverence for their strength and beauty. 

There are some examples of the gambrel roof in town, a form so charming 
that it has been much copied in modern houses. When we have the original, 
why not guard it jealously, rather than allow it to fall to pieces and then 
build new in the same pattern or in another not nearly so good? But it is 
not guarding a thing jealously to allow decay and untidiness to mark it for 
their own. One of the most attractive cottages in the village is one of these 
little gambrel-roofed affairs, which has been so carefully restored that even the 
adding of piazzas (that unheard-of comfort in the days of its building) has 
not destroyed its proportions or changed its character. 

But it is hard to understand how untidiness or shiftlessness add to charm. 
Beauty is so often a matter of relations. There may be a "picturesque dirt," 
but it seems to me its place is not in a village, however ancient, and a 
tumble-down fence takes away from the general effect of a street. A country 
road is a different thing. There moss and lichen-covered ruins are a joy to 
the artist and to the unskilled beauty lover. Worn paint is often artistic in 
its coloring, but it can be worn and at the same time clean, and dirt cannot 
add to the delicate beauty of its shades. Let a thing go unpainted — then we 
have all the charm of weather-stained shingles. There are a few houses and 
barns on the Farmington streets which are delightful in the coloring nature 
has given them. If a thing is unpainted, however, it is just as beautiful and 
much more self-respecting with its shingles all in their places and its chimney 

straight and whole. 

However, I started to write of doorways, and they would well repay 
study. Imagination might easily fly away with us as we picture to ourselves 
the people passing through — the weddings and the funerals. If windows are the 
eyes of a house, the door is surely its mouth, and many think that the mouth, 
of all the features, most clearly shows character. A man much interested both 
in building the new and preserving the old said the other day that our streets 
might be made remarkable for their charm and interest, in a region full of 
beauty, by guarding the gates and doorways and preserving their ancient flavor, 
as some happily have been guarded. 

Our illustration shows some of the finest examples of doorways, but not 
all. Many of the houses belonging to Miss Porter's school have most distin- 
guished entrances, but these are too familiar to describe. Perhaps less often 
noticed than these porticoes are the flat pillar effects at either side of the door 
of the Chauncey Deming house, or the deep recessed entrances of the Samuel 
Cowles house and the Misses Deming's. Much might be said of details, but 
it should be said by an architect, not by a layman whose admiration of the 
skill and taste of the builders of our village is constantly growing. The 
artists vv'ould not agree with me in all points, sighing at the repainting of 
barns or the rebuilding of fences, but all agree in dreading the change of 
lanes to streets and streets to avenues, convinced that the unique beauty of 
an old-fashioned village is dearer and more valuable to us than the smooth 
prettiness of suburban life. What we here contend is that ruinous surround- 
ings react on. character and dirt detracts from the charm of a New England 
village, for it is opposed to the genuine New England spirit. 

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Vol. II DECEMBER, 190 1 No. 1 

M inter 

The springtime comes like a child that is teething, one cheek warm and 
one cheek cold. The autumn with a flush, like one who is intoxicated with 
his own luxuriousness. But the winter comes like a prudent New England 
Dame. Around the edges of the woods she has gathered the piles of dried 
leaves. The sap has been warned to return into the earth. The woodchuck is 
getting ready for his winter's nap under the ground. And when all her child- 
ren are cared for, winter draws over their heads the coverlid of white snow. 
On the side of the mountain is the pine tree, its shaggy green fur electrical 
in the keen winter air. All night long like Jacob the pine tree has wrestled 
with the winter wind, bits of green fur lie on the ground, and the pine tree's 
arms are full of snow, the torn garments of the winter storm. The birds gather 
under its branches and to them the pine tree quietly sings its song, "The 
Romance of the vSea." The red-tailed hawk draws his claws under his 
feathers and listens, lost in dreams. Everything dreams in the hearing of 
the pine tree's song. When the winter freezes the ponds thick with ice, 
she takes care to leave holes for the fish to come and breathe. Where it is 
shallow we find the muskrats' huts, and skate in among them ; tall cat-tails 
and tufts of grass and reeds grow through the ice. 

I can remember the first girl that dared to skate, long before it became 
fashionable. She came down on the saw-mill pond with her brothers. We 
looked at her with some misgivings, but had to confess she looked very 
graceful, and had a remarkable color. We built a fire on the ice and played 
"peel away," and when the thermometer went below zero, even the Matta- 
besett River had to acknowledge it was winter ; if the wind was favorable we 
skated down through Beclay Quarter to East Berlin until we came to where 
the Mattabesett joins the Connecticut River. Excursions had to be made 
around rapids, walking on the skates. Perhaps the next day would bring a 
thaw and the ice would all disappear. 

As we sit about the warm fire we cannot help congratulating ourselves 
how much more comfortable our age is than the ages that have gone before, — 
and if we could only capture some of this cold and keep it for July and 
August ! It is aggravating to think of all the inventions unpicked. There 
they hang like the stars, all around us, and we may, like Tantalus, look at 
them. After all it is the men who can pluck these inventions who are among 

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the greatest of men. They may have lived in a corner, and not seem to 
compare with our sturdy legislators who go around the country with a brass 
band, but after all the eloquence has died away, it is the individual who has 
reached out his hand and plucked an invention for his fellowmen who should 
be the most honored. 

One must be a real lover of nature to love the winter ; though the winter 
pinches us until our ears tingle there is a warm heart for those who under- 
stand him. But before he will smile at you you must do battle with the North 
wind. You must plough through the deep snows undaunted. You must 
visit the winter on keen starlit nights, when he will greet you with a whoop 
of laughter that crackles long furrows in the ice ponds. Some cold night he 
may call, decorated with a zero degree, and taking the house between his 
fingers give it a good squeeze ; then you will know the winter wishes to take 
a moonlight walk with you. Pooh, said the winter, I have seen this country 
covered with glaciers ; I have seen your Hooker's Grove covered with ice- 
bergs. The breath of the White Bear was like the smoke from an engine. 
Those were days to live in. Come with me to the North Pole, and I will 
show you what life is. Thank you, said I, with a society smile. Perhaps 
some other time. R. B. B. 

IRev. xrtmotbs pttftin 

The material for this account of the Rev. Timotliy Pitkin, and of his son, the 
Hon. Timothy Pitkin, has been drawn largely from the " Memorial History of Hart- 
ford County," the "Pitkin Genealogy" and "Goodwin's East Hartford." Timothy 
Pitkin was the fourth pastor of the Congregational Church of Farmington, the three 
before him being Roger Newton, Samuel Hooker and Samuel Whitman. It was a 
disturbed time, those years just before and during the American Revolution, and a 
public man was in danger, no matter which side he took. There seems to have been 
no doubt about Rev. Mr. Pitkin's patriotism, any more than there was doubt later in 
life about his decision in matters of church government which in that day were so 
largely matters of town government also. But he was distinctly a man of the old 
"Connecticut nobility" and did not so easily find his place in the more democratic 
and radical young America which developed even in conservative Connecticut after 
the Revolution. Hence his request for dismissal, before his preaching days were 
over. He still continued some preaching and pastoral work even into the second pas- 
torate after his own, and we read of his words of comfort at the death bed of old 
parishioners, testifying to their "earnest piety and Christian character." 

Into a town, which contained in its organization in 1640, members of 
the church which Thomas Hooker had organized in Newtown (Cambridge), 
Massachusetts, and a few years before had transferred to the valley of the 

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Connecticut came Timothy Pitkin in 175.. Among the members of his 
church were found the names of many descendants of Those who were promi! 
nent m the affairs of that earliest period in the history of the colony and 

had some- 

many of those names we recognize 

The condition of affairs in 1752 

what chang-ed since the early set- 

The fear and dread the 

early settlers had of the 

depredations of Indians 

found expression when 

the church build i no- 

which was erected in 

1 70S was provided with 

" guard seats," where 
some ten or twenty men 
could be on the look-out 
near the doors against a 
sudden assault. In 1726 
these seats were aban- 
doned, and in 175 i the 
year previous to the one 
when Mr. Pitkin came 
to be its minister, liberty 
was granted to the Chris- 
tianized Indians to build 
themselves a seat in the 
meeting house in the 

northeast corner over the v. ^^^^^^^^^^^nnr 

^^^^^^^^HBr stairs 

A committee of the church ^*-*- ^^^HH^H^ n 

A ■ . J , ui'-ii ^«g^ ^BS^BBr usually 

designated where people should ^v^^ .•^^^P''^ sit a- 

cording to age, military service ^"-^^^iaiaiisi^^^^ ' " 

-„rooU1, TJ7 C J- ■, , , Civicc, REV. TUIOTHV PITKIN, OfficC and 

wealth. We find m old church and Bom jan. ,3, .7.7. Di.a ju.y8.,3... town records 
that each person, deacon, elder, singer and even the boy had his allotted 
place as absolutely assigned him in the old meeting house, as was the pulpit 
to the parson. Mr. Pitkin's pulpit was reached by a staircase on the north 
side and was a formidable affair overhung by a sounding board, a wondrous 
canopy of wood with roof like the dome of a Turkish mosque. 

The position of minister in those days was very august. He had the 
complete monopoly of all the material of the intellectual and spiritual life of 
the people with no competition, and the requirements of his position were 
many and varied. 

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The town, now a little more than one hundred years old, had gained 
largely in population and in wealth. Indian wars, and local affairs of a 
religious and civil nature, filled the lives of the people until the great 
struggle for national freedom united them in a common cause in 1775. 

Seldom is it the fortune of any family to have numbered so many indi- 
viduals raised to places of distinction in the affairs of a state by their own 
abilities, as in the case of the Pitkin family of Hartford, East Side. No other 
family in our commonwealth stood so constantly and for so long a time in 
the front of current events, unless it was the Wolcott family of Windsor 
which was also remarkable for its prominent men. From 1659 to 1S40, and 
later, the Pitkins were conspicuously represented in church, town and state 
governments as well as in military affairs and inter-colonial relations. 

Dr. Allen, in his account of the "Lives and characters of the most 
eminent persons deceased in North America from its first settlement," men- 
tions among others the Rev. Timothy Pitkin of Farmington ; his father. 
Governor William Pitkin, who died in 1769 ; his grandfather, William Pitkin, 
who died in 1723; and his great-grandfather, William Pitkin, who died in 
1694, and was the progenitor of the family in this country. 

William Pitkin came from England in 1659 and settled in Hartford. 
He was appointed attorney for the colony by the King in 1664, and from 
1675 to 1690, a period of fifteen years, he annually represented Hartford in 
the colonial assembly. He was also appointed commissioner to negotiate 
peace with the Indian tribes. Aside from his profession, he was one of the 
principal planters of the town, having purchased a large tract of land on 
which his sons all settled, on the east side of the Connecticut river, which 
the Hartford settlers began at an early day to avail themselves of. East 
Hartford was not incorporated as a separate town until 1783. 

William Pitkin 2d was educated by his father in the law. In 171 3 he 
was Chief Justice of the Supreme Court, and was one of the Council for the 
Colony for twenty-six years, annually re-elected until his death. He was 
Commissioner of war in 1706 and 1707. He was one of the committee of 
three to prepare the manuscript laws of the Colony in 1 709. He was one of 
the committee of three appointed by the General Assembly to build the first 
State House of the Colony at Hartford, and he filled other positions of trust 
and prominence in the Colony. 

William Pitkin 3d, the father of Rev. Timothy Pitkin, took a leading 
part in the first movement made toward the formation of this government 
and nation. He was distinguished both in public and private affairs, and 
possessed a thorough knowledge of the laws and policy of the Colony. He 
was speaker of the House in 1732, elected to the Council in 1734, for twelve 

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years Chief Justice of the Supreme Court, Lieut. -Governor from 1754 to 
1766, and Governor of the Colony from 1766 until his death in 1769. He died 
m otfice. He was a strong advocate of colonial rights, and among the first in 
the Colony to resist the Stamp Act. 

His son, Timothy, the subject of this sketch, was born in Hartford, 
East Side, m 1727. He was the second in a family of five sons. He o-radu- 
ated at Yale College in 1747 and later was for one year a tutor there, "prom 
1777 to 1804 he was a Fellow of the Yale College Corporation, and was one 
of Its beneficiaries. He studied theology and was installed pastor of the 
church m Farmington in 1752. Bacon in his "Ecclesiastical History" men- 
tions him as one of the Half Century Ministers of New England He was 
one of the trustees of Yale College for many years, and when Dartmouth was 
instituted he was chosen one of its board of trustees. Durin<r the Revo- 
lutionary War he espoused the cause of the Colonies, and his pulpit ranc with 
fervid discourses on liberty. He visited his parishioners in their can^p and 
wrote them letters of encouragement and sympathy. To Amos Wadsworth 
m camp at Roxbury he wrote, "Truly, I feel for my native bleeding country 
and am embarked with you in one common cause. My hope is yet in God, 
the Lord of Hosts and God of Armies." To the first company of soldiers 
marching to Louisburg he preached a farewell sermon from these words, "Play 
the man for your country and for the cities of your God and the Lord do that 
which seemeth to Him good." He lived to welcome the soldiers home from 
their victorious struggle, their beloved pastor and faithful friend. 

Gov. Treadwell thus writes of the personality of Mr. Pitkin : "The Rev. 
Timothy Pitkin was a fervent and godly man distinguished for his courtly 
address and dignified manners, his warm and winning address from the 
pulpit, his solemn and searching prayers with the sick. Of his sermons, little 
more than the heads or leading thoughts were committed to writing and were 
usually filled up in delivery. He was a good classic scholar, and had ac- 
quired by reading an extensive acquaintance with and knowledge of men 
and things, particularly of passing events both at home and abroad. He 
was a gentleman of polished manners and communicative disposition, with 
sprightly air and manner, engaging and instructive conversation. He was 
eminently pious. A popular address was his province. In this he delighted 
and in this he excelled. His life was dignified and useful, his death was 
peaceful and his memory will be blessed." 

His personal appearance is described as follows : "He was habited in a 
flowing blue cloak, with his snow white wig and tri-cornered hat ; as he 
walked up the aisle to the pulpit he would bow on either side with the 
dignity and grace of the old nobility of Connecticut. He was a courtly 
gentleman and kindly friend, a man of fervent piety and earnest spirit." 

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In 1753 Mr. Pitkin married the daughter' of President Clap of Yale 
College, and by his own resources and those of his wife did much for the 
refinement of the parish. [It was during Rev. Mr. Pitkin's pastorate that the 
present church building was erected, and during his lifetime that Capt. 
Woodruff built some of his most beautiful houses.] They were married after 
he had been settled one year in Farmington church, and when he brought 
home his wife, Temperance, they rode in an open four-wheeled carriage — 
probably what would seem to us a very rude vehicle — and were met and 
escorted home in state by the older and more respectable men of the town. 

Timothy and Temperance had eight children. Their oldest son, Samuel, 
entered the Revolutionary Army after graduating at Yale College, and died 
in service the same year, at the age of twenty-three. A daughter, Catherine, 
married the Rev. Nathan Perkins, for many years pastor of the church at 
West Hartford, to whose memories the beautiful memorial window has been 
placed in the north side of the grey stone edifice in that town. 

The Rev. Timothy Pitkin's son, Timothy, prepared for college with 
his father and his brother-in-law, the Rev. Nathan Perkins, graduating from 
Yale in 1785 with the highest honors of his class. He then studied law with 
Oliver Wolcott, was admitted to the bar in 1788, and was subsequently made 
Doctor of Laws. In this same year (1788) Rev. Mr. Pitkin bought land of 
Phineas Cowles near the church and later built a house for his son. In this 
house Timothy Pitkin 2d lived until about 1841, when it was sold to Dr. 
Edwin W. Carrington, father of the present owner. 

In the year 1790, the young lawyer, only 24 years of age, was chosen 
representative from Farmington to the General Assembly, and continued to 
be so chosen, with few intermissions, until the year 1805. During this 
period he was several times Speaker of the House. In 1805 he was sent to 
Congress as representative, and was continually returned in that capacity 
until the year 18 19. He was in Washington four years under Jefferson's 
administration, eight years under Madison's and two years under Monroe's. 
One writer of the time says: "The Hon. Timothy Pitkin was for several 
sessions a Federalist member of Congress, and after his retirement from 
political life was of no doubtful political sympathies. His always lighted 
candle, as it gleamed from his office every night, testified to passers-by of 
laborious historical and political researches, all of which were made to con- 
tribute to the renown of the party of Washington and Hamilton." After his 
return from Washington his part in the intellectual and social life of the 
town must have been very active. In an old copy of the Hartford Courant 
is this notice suggesting the opening of a law school in Farmington which 
might finally have been a serious rival to the one from which he graduated in 
New Haven : 

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" The subscriber proposes to ooen n T nw Q,l, i • t- 
to the usual course of instruction, TgVe Lch.res rN^ti T'"^ir ' '"'' '" =^''^'-^'"" 
and on the Political and Civil H story of tlw.S? National and Constitutional Law, 
" Farmington, August 18 l^T ^""^ ""^ "''^ ^^"'^^^ ^t='t^«- 

■ "Timothy Pitkin." 

century, not so very different from our own • " ^ ^ 

Hon'TiL'thy Rtr"' th' "' ? ^^^™-^^- -^ -troduced me to the 
he was^r^of^hetadin^mef^"'^"^" ^^^'^ ^'^^" ^ ^^^ ^^^^^^^^^^^^ -" = 
Federal Party. He was a plain 
the old school, living in an 
ioned house near the 
church. In two or three 
weeks after I had been 
in "Old Red "(as the 
students called Mr. 
Hooker's house) Mr. Pit- 
kin called upon me and 
said his daughters would 
be glad to see me on a 

of the old 
man, of 
old- fash- 

certain e V e n i n o- 


course, I accepted ; and 
on that evening arrayed 
in my unrivalled blue 
coat, with brass buttons, 
cravated and prinked, ac- 
cording to the fashion, I 
presented myself at Mr. 
Pitkin's. It was well I 
had been accustomed to 
good society, for never 
was there a greater de- 
mand on the moral cour- 
entering the room I saw one young 
ing on the mantle-piece,and around 
for I counted them, were eighteen 
During the evening my comrade 
reinforced by two or three students. 

age. On 
man lean- 
the room, 

young ladies ! 
HON. timothy PITKIN, aud Self were 

' "-— BornJan.,o,r766,diedDec.,8,:8,7. but fivC made 

the Whole number of young men who appeared during the evening. You 
may be sure when I looked at the phalanx of eighteen young women even the 

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assurance of a West Point Cadet gave way. But the perfect tact of the hostess 
saved me from trouble. This was Miss Ann Pitkin, now Mrs. Denio, her hus- 
band being Mr. Denio, late Chief Justice of New York. Miss Pitkin evidently 
saw my embarassment which was the greater from my being near-sighted. 
She promptly came forward, offered me a chair, and introducing me to the 
ladies at once began an animated conversation. In half an hour I felt at 
home and was ever after grateful to Miss Pitkin. The evening passed 
pleasantly away and I was launched into Farmington society ; as there were 
only three of us at the close of the entertainment to escort the young ladies 
home, it was fortunate that Farmington was built almost entirely on one 
street ; so one of us took the girls who went down street, one, those who 
went up street, and a third those who branched off." 

In 1816-17 Mr. Pitkin published the first and second editions of the 
"Commercial Statistics of the United States." Two hundred and fifty copies 
were taken by Congress for use by the government. He wrote also the " Polit- 
ical and Civil History of the United States from 1763 to 1797, to the close of 
Washington's Administration." This history contains a vast amount of inter- 
esting information even to the student of to-day. It is becoming rare and 
valuable. After leaving Congress he was annually chosen to the Connecticut 
Legislature from Farmington until 1830, when he was elected senator. He 
was a member of the convention which framed the new Constitution of the 
State of Connecticut. In 1837, at a meeting of the Societe Fraiifoise de 
Statisque Universelle, held in Paris, Mr. Pitkin was awarded a medal of 
honor with a letter from the President, le due de Montmorenci, acknowl- 
edging his valuable contribution to statistical science. He afterward received 
from the Comte de Bussy, the secretary, a diploma, making him a compli- 
mentary member of the Societe. He married Elizabeth Hubbard, daughter 
of the Rev. Bela Hubbard of New Haven, and they had six children. 

The first wife of the Rev. Timothy Pitkin died two weeks after the birth 
of a daughter. Temperance, and later he married Eunice Strong, daughter of 
Col. John Strong. In 1785 he was dismissed from the pastorate at his own 
request, and died July 8th, 18 12, in the 86th year of his age. His funeral 
sermon was preached by the Rev. Nathan Perkins, and was printed by 
request. It contains twenty-two pages of fine print, and over eight thousand 
words. This preacher seems to be even more long-winded than usual for 
in "Sprague's Annals" it is stated that Dr. Perkins had acquired a habit of 
expanding any subject which was presented, so that Dr. Nathan Strong, 
when Dr. Perkins expressed a wish that some hint which had been given by 
some member of the Council might be "spread out" on paper, replied with 
his usual facetiousness, "I should like to see it 'spread out,' too, and I 
nominate Brother Perkins to do it." The sermons were usually lengthy in 

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tkose days, with their " twenty-seventhlies " and " twenty-eighthlics," when 
the minister would show his godliness and endurance by preaching four and 
five hours and in making prayers of an hour long. 

I quote from this funeral sermon preached by the Rev. Nathan Perkins: 
"We are convened in this place of religious worship on a melancholy and 
affecting occasion. That servant of Jesus Christ who heretofore for many 
years labored in this part of the vineyard has departed life. His work is 
done. We convene to pay our last respects to the remains of this man of 
God, to weep over them and to convey them in solemn mourning to the cold 
and silent grave, for man is but dust, and to dust must return. He labored 
in word and doctrine among you for the space of thirty-three years. He 
was an able, faithful, conscientiotis affectionate and zealous minister of the 
Gospel of Christ. He was an able minister of the New Testament. Endowed 
by the God of Nature with respectable talents, a retentive memory, sound 
judgment, quick apprehension and lively imagination, he was capable of 
a clear and critical investigation of subjects. He was a diligent student. He 
received no doctrine from mere tradition or because others had received it, 
or the Christian father had received it, or illustrious names in the annals of 
the church had received it. He wished to have a ' Thus saith the Lord ' for 
all he admitted as articles of faith and duties to be performed. Plain 
Scripture only, determined his mind. 

"The result of all his researches was an unwavering belief in the doc- 
trines, disciplines and order of the New England churches. Nothing could 
draw him from duty. No temptation, no hope of applause, no fear of man. 
He preached not himself, but Christ Jesus the Lord. For his people, he 
always manifested the greatest tenderness. He felt for them in affliction and 
sorrow. His sympathy and tears were mingled with theirs. 

"He was a kind parent, affectionate husband, a firm friend, a patriotic 
citizen, a lively Christian, and faithful minister." 


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JSutlMng of a XoJtge in tbe HMronCiachs 






ING, sing, 
While the hammers ring : 
The fragrant yellow timbers swing 
And creak and strain 
To a glad refrain 

Of the rasping saw and the driving plane, — 
While beam meets beam in a firm caress — 
Building a lodge in the wilderness. 

The timid folk 

Of the woods awoke 

At the alien sound of the hammer-stroke, 

And fled afar in a frightened throng; 

But the Forest smiled 

At each trembling child. 

And bid it join in the Building Song. 

"Sing, sing, 

While the hammers ring : 

It is not fear that the builders bring; 

And the rasping saw 

In the timber raw 

Is but serving those who love my law. 

Put by thy fear and thy vague distress, 

Be glad for the lodge in the wilderness." 

The Mountain heard. 

And his great heart stirred 

At sound of the Forest-Mother's word, 

And he spake to the Mists that were 

flying free : 
And he called aloud 
To the black Storm-cloud, — 
And his voice was the voice of the 

mighty sea : — 

" Sing, sing. 

While the hammers ring : 

I, too, know those who do this thing; 

The seasons fleet 

Have seemed more sweet. 

Since first they nestled at my feet ; 

'Tis mine to guard from storm and stress 

The rising lodge in the wilderness." 

The lofty Pine, the trailing Vine, 

All cry " Guard well that Hearth of thine. 

Ye Roof and Rafters reared above ! " 

And the echoing sigh 

Of the Lake floats by — 

" Keep guard, ye Walls, o'er those we love." 

Sing, sing. 

While the hammers ring ; 

The great trees sway in welcoming, — 

The sharp blows fall. 

While the wood-folk call — 

And the Forest-Mother answers all : — 

" Sing, sing, in thy happiness. 

And welcome the lodge in the wilderness." 

B. J. 




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Dutcb an& jflcmisb /IDastcrs 

The appreciative traveler when in Italy is irresistibly inclined to prefer 
Italian art, and in Spain, vSpanish art. In Holland he is so impressed by 
the seriousness of her artists that he says to himself, "nothing was ever so 
honest and so good ; surely Rembrandt was the greatest of painters ; " and 
possibly if so fine a talent as his could be accurately weighed in the scales of 
artistic excellence this might be proven true. It may be that this or that 
painter or this or that country has been greater or greatest ; but such com- 
parisons are not essential to our enjoyment, and our business in looking at 
their productions should be to get from them all the pleasure and instruction 
possible. Rembrandt was certainly very great ; but when we see at Haarlem 
the best of Frans Hals' pictures, we are obliged to acknowledge in him 
another kind of greatness, and at Antwerp we are compelled to admit that 
Rubens was a mighty master both as a painter and as a teacher, for what 
of its kind can be finer than his Holy Family in the Church of St. Jacques, 
and what teacher but he ever founded an Art School which produced so 
many pupils destined to become famous, and which could count in its number 
such names as Van Dyck and Jordaens. Then when we see the paintings of 
Memling in the hospital of St. Jean at Bruges we are forced to allow that he 
also was as great as the greatest, and yet was he greater than Jan van Eyck ? 
Perhaps he was ; but certainly both should command our deepest admiration 
and respect. 

In looking at the pictures of the old masters, in the European collec- 
tions, we are forced to regret that the people possessing them do not seem 
in all instances to have awakened to their full value ; for if they had, they 
would not, as they occasionally do, exhibit them in small and poorly lighted 
rooms, and allow them to deteriorate for want of ordinary care. This con- 
dition, however, is gradually being overcome by a growing appreciation for 
good art, and by a recognition of the fact that fine works of art in proportion 
as they attract visitors, have an indirect but unquestionably great commercial 
value, continually enriching those cities fortunate enough to possess them. 

It may seem unworthy to present as of primary importance the com- 
mercial advantages bound to accrue from the preservation of works of art, 
and the cultivation of art, as the moral advantages far outweigh those which 
can be measured in coin ; but it is an undoubted fact that Amsterdam, 
Antwerp and Brussells by the recent erection of fine and well adapted 
palaces for the reception and conservation of their art treasures, have evi- 
denced an intelligent comprehension of the economic side of the question. 

I have heard it stated that Rubens' pictures bring more money into 
Antwerp than any of her industries, and it is easily apparent to one whose 

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attention is called to the subject that the small fees paid at the doors of the 
Antwerp Cathedral and of the Church of Saint Jacques, by persons drawn 
thither with a desire to see Rubens' masterpieces, are the most infinitesimal 
part of the contributions paid by travelers, which, taken in the aggregate 
favorably affect all the material interests of Belgium, and that such a great 
picture as Rembrandt's "Night Watch" forms in itself a national interest- 
bearing capital of huge proportions, and that this with the other great Dutch 
pictures are indirectly benefitting all the inhabitants of Holland. 

Twenty-five years ago, and indeed until 1885, the visitors to Amsterdam 
could form but a poor idea of the wealth in pictures belonging to the Rijks 
Museum. The rooms containing the collection were so small, and badly 
lighted that it was impossible to see the pictures properly. Rembrandt's 
" Night Watch" occupied almost the entire wall space of one side of a room — 
which was nearly square — and the opposite wall was completely hidden by 
Van der Heist's famous "Banquet of the Arquebusiers." Both these pictures 
were very dirty, and the accumulation of dirt had been covered with num- 
berless coats of varnish. The "Night Watch," because of its deep tone, 
suffered conspicuously, which very possibly explains why so great a critic as 
Fromentin misjudged it, and has left to us in his admirable " Maitres 
d'Autres Fois" a record which is misleading, and very surprising to those 
persons who never saw the picture in its old position and condition, and 
who have had the opportunity of seeing it as it now appears after being 
skilfully cleaned and intelligently placed in the new Rijks Museum where it 
justly forms the chief attraction. 

All the pictures of this collection used to be very dirty and heavily 
varnished, so that it was difficult to form an accurate opinion as to their 
beauty or merit. This deplorable state of affairs has now happily been 
changed, and the "new Rijks" with its priceless treasures draws thousands 
of visitors yearly. 

Notable additions have been made to the Royal Gallery at the Hague 
and crowds gather daily in the old Mauritshuis to see Rembrandt's "Anatomy 
Lecture," and the beautiful portraits by Van Dyck, Ravenstein, Holbein, and 
many others whose works mark this as belonging to the foremost of 
European collections. Most of the rooms in the Mauritshuis, however, are 
poorly lighted, and it is to be hoped that in time the people of the Hague 
may follow the example given by Amsterdam, Antwerp and Brussells and 
construct a building worthy their rare possessions. The Royal collection of 
Antwerp which has survived many vicissitudes since its establishment in 
1663 has recently been housed in a handsome and substantial edifice. If 
some of the pictures it contains could speak we might have the pleasure of 
listening to many an interesting tale, especially from the forty-eight canvasses 

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which were seized as trophies of war and taken to Paris in 1797. and returned 
by the French Nation in 1 8 1 5 . It is rather interesting to know that during this 
trying period Guilluame Jacques Herreyns, director of the academy of paint- , 
ing, sculpture and architecture, at the peril of his life hid many of the 
pictures, among them a large and valuable triptych by Ouentin Metseys ; 
and that now these pictures with those which made the journey to Paris and 
back may be seen appropriately placed, forming with more recent contribu- 
tions and acquisitions one of the most beautiful collections in the world. Of 
course Rubens' pictures are prominently seen here, but perhaps the most 
remarkable group contained in the museum is the collection of "primitives" 
given in 1859 by the widow Van den Hecke. This comprises a number of 
Van der Weydens, Metseys, Van Eycks, Memlings, Durers, and important 
works by other men who were nearly or quite as great. 

Antwerp is certainly to be congratulated upon the possession of her art 
treasures, not alone as seen in the " Musee Nouveau," but in her churches 
and public buildings. 

The new and well arranged art gallery at Brussells stands upon 
one of the finest streets of the city, opposite the palace of the Count de 
Flandres, and although the collection which it contains is not quite so rich as 
that in the Museum at Antwerp, it is well worth a visit, — or many visits if 
one has the time ; for here may be seen pictures by great Flemish artists, the 
most important being Ouentin Metseys' triptych "The Legend of vSaint 
Anne," which is superior to the one at Antwerp, and commonly known as 
the masterpiece of this great artist. Here also may be seen some beautiful 
sketches by Rubens, and several portraits by him and by his pupil Van Dyke. 

It is a satisfaction to know that Rubens, at one time ambassador to 
England, was courted and appreciated while he lived, and that he received a 
share — even if small — of the tribute of admiration which will always be paid 
to his genius. When speaking of Belgium the artists and art students of our 
time spell it "Rubens," and in thinking of Holland Rembrandt's name is 
uppermost, and yet how different were the lives of these two men, whose in- 
fluence is so strongly felt throughout the civilized world to-day. The one 
throughout his life surrounded with all the perquisites and glamour of glory, 
and the other, the poor miller's son, who so dearly loved his wife Saskia with 
whom he passed so far as we know the only really happy period of all his 
life ; and a very short happiness it was for she died two years after the 
marriage, leaving Rembrandt alone with his art. While he lived no one 
seemed to know that he was great, and so the written history of his life, 
although voluminous, is very scant, and even one hundred years after his 
death the only official record which could be found concerning him was 
contained in the death register of the Westerkirk at Amsterdam. This 

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precious document may be seen to-day by those who care to inspect it. The 
old Dutch text recites that on October 8th, 1669, fifteen florins of the pubHc 
charity fund were expended for the funeral expenses of one Rembrandt van 
Ryn, a painter ; and thus it is incontestably proven that he died a pauper and 
almost unknown. To know the short joys and long sorrows of his life those 
who understand must read them in his marvelous pictures, which tell a story 
that should bring tears from solid rock. I will not attempt to give it here, 
but will suggest to those who wish to read it, some of the earlier portraits 
of himself, where he is decked out in velvet and gold, and the later portraits of 
him.self, in the last of which it is evident that his bloodshot eyes are of little 
use, but that the great mind still mastered art in a fashion that has set a 
guessing all the wizards of the brush since his time. 

The list of great Dutch and Flemish painters is very long, and it would 
be a hopeless task to try to mention them all within the limits of a magazine 
article ; but even when so limited it is impossible to pass lightly by such 
names as Jan van Eyck and Hans Memling. The galleries at Brussells and 
Antwerp, and some other European collections, count among their choicest 
possessions one or more works by these two men ; but to form a just estimate 
of their power, it is necessary to visit the Cathedral of Saint Bovin at Ghent, 
where Van Eyck's celebrated picture "The Adoration of the Immaculate 
Lamb " may be seen, and the hospital of St. Jean at Bruges, which contains 
the masterpieces of Memling painted for the hospital during the XV century. 
The "Mystical Marriage of Sainte Catherine" and the famous chasse 
covered with beautiful pictures in miniature taken from the life of Sainte 
Ursule, and some small portraits of exquisite beauty, and a few other pictures 
by both Memling and Van Eyck are visited here daily by an unending line of 
travelers who are so richly rewarded for the trouble and expense of their 
pilgrimage that they do not count the francs dropped at the porter's lodge, 
which fall in an unceasing stream, supporting from year to year this truly 
charitable institution. Both Van Eyck and Memling resided for many years 
at Bruges, and here it was that the Van Eycks — for there were three of them 
who painted — are supposed by some authorities to have invented oil paint- 
ing. It is said that even while they lived the noise of their achievement 
got abroad and a rather unpleasant story is still told in this connection, of the 
overcurious Italian painter who in his determination to discover the great 
secret, entered the Van Eyck studio during the absence of the brothers who, 
unexpectedly returning, found him there and did him to death. The secret 
died with the Van Eycks, and all we know of it to-day is that their pictures 
are almost as fresh as the day they were painted, five hundred years ago. 

Both art and nature tempt the traveler to linger long in the Nether- 
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sure in time to feel the charm of the broad horizon, the dykes and slend 

in the,reen pastures, and oeeasionatti:d::;ns in'l^ oTh rs^artheT. 
ong arms across the distant sky. A cluster of houses mark a v 11 le whfch 

selt, IS It always Sunday here?" So it was one day a little more than a 
TuUran: ::if' P^ned the door bell at the entrance to a moist ery^in 
Bruges, and half ashamed asked if visitors were admitted. It was a hand 

7Z Tnd a?iasf h'^ ^7' '^\''' ^''' ' '^^ ^^^^ ^'' ^'^ hon:rs of ht 
place and at last showed me their most precious treasure, a small and 

beautiful piece of sculpture by Albert Durer. I looked long and earnestly 
and could not but regret that so great a work of art should b^ buriedTn u h 
a place yet I am sure that this particular monk appreciated it thoroughly 
and perhaps some of. his brothers did the same. Religious sculpture S 
T L": ^PP-P^^-^t-'y placed in religious houses, and undoubtedly 
Durer did this '' Visitation ■' with that idea. I am sure that had he known a 
Baedecker would one day be born he would have instructed the monks in this 
ancien Abbey of the Dunes to keep it still more closely hidden that no 
account of it might get between the red covers of the guide books which are 
so profusely seen in Europe. The guide books are very useful, but the laws 
of_ fitness should be observed -and then I asked the monk his name, that I 
might call for him if I came again, and he answered, " I am le pere Econome 
and if you come and wish to do so you can stay with us " 

Bruges is called "Bruges la morte," but because its streets are barren 
should we conclude that it is dead? Rich in history as the theater and birth- 
place of men famous in the wars of their time ; rich in painters whose works 
still live, and whose names can never die, will it not have a truer and longer 
life than most cities not called dead ? What we unthinkingly term deadness 
may serve to preserve in its antique integrity through the present and comino- 
ages this little queen of Belgian cities. Her moss grown bastions and 
mighty towers are so strong that they will last for many a day, and even 
when they crumble in decay the names of her great artists will still be handed 
on and preserved, continually teaching and helping perhaps greater artists 
now unborn, and they in their turn may ask as we ask to-day — why is this 
town whose works of art are better preserved than any other, called "Brucres 
la morte ? " " 

Charles Noel Flagg. 

to'?s'trbld''lL°l^^.'t,PT-f'* published in connection with this article bears all the marks necessary 
exernt^H > a"thent.c.ty as the work of Hans Memling-the masterly manner in which it is 

fn fh. I ' '^^^rfo^'^r' '^' "^'^^'^ °* Pi-eseryation which is almost identical with the Memling pictures 
Lsuals^:^nPt °^ ^* i-f'-'''^ I' ^u'^''- ■ ^''^ g^"""'^"'^^^ of the picture is still further attes fd% the 
tTnvKnTnnn^ -^''^ ^^ l^u '''^'''' -^ two letter monog'ram, and the elaborate monogram in 
ttie right hand upper corner of the portrait which spells " Hans Memlinc."— C. N. F. 

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/TOorebeab XeOge an5 S)tamon& ©len 

As YOU pass along the lower road, so called, leading from Main Street to 
East Mountain, you discover on the high ground of the north side indications 
of there having once been a building there, as portions of a well curb and a 
filled up well were lately to be seen. There in ancient days one Morehead 
carried on the business of dyeing yarn and had a hand loom in which he 
wove a coarse linen fabric called Hum Hum, used principally for towels and 
cleaning dishes. The legend is that Morehead possessed an irascible temper, 
and once settled a dispute by dashing a quantity of dye stuff upon the person 
of Mrs. Morehead. Hence originated the old time conundrum : 

" There was a man, the man was human, 
Liv'd a man, but dyed a woman." 

Many a school boy taxed his brain to render a correct solution to the 
problem. Now take the south side up the hill and get a view of Diamond 
Glen, so named by the pupils of Miss Porter's school. The deep ravine has a 
stream of water which once was carried by a flume and discharged into the 
buckets of an overshot mill wheel carrying the machinery for grinding corn. 
For many years the mill building was also used for making gin. The brook 
now takes the overflow of water from the reservoir which covers several acres 
and from which the hydrants and many houses and barns are supplied, giving 
better protection from fire than ever before. The old loom and dye house 
with the mill opposite passed away long time ago, but the enchanting view 
from that eastern slope will remain until these eternal hills remove, and suns 
and stars revolve no more. C. Rowe. 

H Summer Dtsltor's IRememberlngs 

There were advantages in belonging to the old-time days of wigs and 
furbelows, and one of these was the stately courtesy that gave charm to many 
otherwise commonplace actions. To-day, I must say, in beginning these 
reminiscences, " I have been asked to write for the readers of The Farming- 
ton Magazine, — " and so plunge in. In the tea-cup times, I could have 
begun : "You bid me, ladies fair, consult mnemosyne, — " and then go on to 
lie ad libitum so long as I was truly literary. 

Yet perhaps the preamble is but a dull thing after all, and the plunge 
into cold fact will bring the quicker glow. 

We used to spend summers in Farmington. The journey from Brooklyn 
was then worth talking about. The trip up Broadway in a stage was no 
light matter, and to go in real choo-choo cars to New Haven was to burn 

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one's own bridges and plunge into the unknown. If the train on the Old 
Shore Line had failed to eonnect, heaven knows we might have been de- 
voured by something fierce and growling — say the New Haven landladies — 
the only creatures feared by Yale sophomores. 

Then, having disembarked at the Farmington depot, came the ride 
across the meadows, including the awful climb up the bridge over the river, 
in Warren's stage. I never met highwaymen on the road, but dangerous- 
looking cows were frequent on the horizon and even nearer. Night, too, 
was coming on, and what'er be tided (or betode) we must find shelter in the 
hamlet ere darkness overtook us. We usually did. 

In our earlier journeys we peered eagerly from the windows to .see 
whether certain comrades of the chase still lived and throve. If Patsy 
Gallagher or 'Scovy Duck were seen to have survived the winter, it was a 
presage of happy days. 

Once in the town with trunks unpacked, the cry was up in the morning 
early and off to the river to fish. My brother thought himself a good fisher- 
man — the other brother, I mean. He at times let me go with him in pursuit 
of perch, chub, and sunfish, on condition that I wouldn't move, breathe, 
wink or think while he was luring on his prey. If I feebly coughed, 
sneezed, or said, "Darn it!" under my breath, he would knit his eyebrows, 
scowl, and show in divers ways that he was interrupted at the crisis of his 
piscatorial career. If after an hour or two of motionless suffering I repeated 
the offence, he would say in the subdued voice appropriate to a funeral : 
"Can't you keep still? Great Cassar, how do you s'pose I can fish with you 
raising all that racket? What did you come for?" 

Usually after two or three hours of petrifaction, I would beg to be put 
ashore, and he would eagerly seize the excuse to say that I had spoiled the 
fishing, and we would land the more willingly because it was time to eat. 

Then we had picnics. Some of the beautiful maidens of Farmington 
would consent to let us carry food for them, and we would climb up to the 
Ledge, from which was plainly visible the whole village street as yet un- 
touched by the Village Improvement Society. Here we would sit and 
converse with mutual embarrassment until the native contingent quarreled — 
which always happened. This usually broke the ice, and sometimes broke up 
the party, unless the lunch was particularly attractive. If one guest rebelled 
and went home, we usually commented freely upon his personal defects. 
Strangely enough, "conceit" was the inevitable fault in any defaulting 
member. Do all boys and girls think one another "conceited"? 

We had a lovely time playing that charming game "Truth," where you 
are bound to g-ive true answers to whatever is asked. Did we? Surely not. 
Only the simple suffered ; the sly escaped. Did I ever confess the truth 

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about the little affairs of the heart that occupied my boyish mind ? Ask of 
the winds and waves that round my pathway roar, — as the old declamation- 
piece put it, — but don't ask me. I'm not playing Truth. 

Besides the fishing and the picnics and the parties, I remember the days 
of swimming in the river. When we boys — city and country — stripped for 
the plunge, what a leveling there was? How the graceful figures of the well- 
exercised country fellows excelled the less developed frames that the better 
clothing had concealed ! How much better many of the country boys swam 
and dived and trod water ! 

But you want something humorous. I am afraid you must ask else- 
where. My memories of Farmington are not humorous. I recall one 
morning when a sheriff was passing our house with some bound boy or 
petty offender, how exciting it was to see the youngster suddenly break from 
his captor, vault the fence beside the road and be off toward the hills before 
the stout sheriff really knew what had happened. The boy ran toward the 
Ledge, and escaped. Whether he reformed and became an honor to his 
country or is now a convict — the Lord only knows. 

I remember another time when a hard-hearted scoundrel of a man shot a 
pet dog of ours because it chased his turkeys ; and I remember my little 
brother crying over the dying creature. For years afterward I longed for 
revenge upon the man, and when I heard that he had died, miserably poor 
and unhappy, I felt that the Fates were just. 

Then I cannot forget the River with its awful toll of victims. Every 
year or two came a new tragedy, and the little stream seemed to be a mur- 
derer. How is one to feel in a sportive mood in reviewing such memories ! 

It is amazing to me that one can pass his fortieth year and still ignore 
the tragedies that are so interwoven with the comedies of past years. As I 
glance over the panorama of my remembrances of Farmington, the very 
figures that took part in the little comedies of the daily life there are now 
only monuments to the dead. 

There is but one old landmark that to me brings only a feeling of 
unmixed amusement, and that is (or was ?) the old fire-engine that was kept 
near the burying-ground, and seemed really deader than the deadest of the 
ancient inhabitants. The only relic that was older than the fire-engine was 
the house in which it rotted itself to oblivion. 

I am afraid that the town has been spruced up, and has ceased to be the 
delightful country place it was in the days I knew it. I should not dare to 
revisit Farmington hoping to live again the scenes of other years ; but if the 
Editors of The Farmington Mag.\zine will get up another picnic and invite 
me, I will gladly carry the baskets as in the ancient days and do my best to 
revive the Days of Croquet and Chivalry. Tudor Jenks. 


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Cbristmas in Dres&en 

Thp; Christinas season in Germany, or more particularly in Dresden, is certainly 
a time of "Peace on earth and good will toward men," and the very air is pervaded 
with the holiday spirit. While all ages and conditions unite in gift-giving and 
merrymaking at this joyful time, one notices particularly the important part taken by 
the children in plans for the celebration of the universal festival. Their round, rosy- 
cheeked faces before the toy shops beam with an expectation which in few cases is to 
end in disappointment, for the cheapness of toys enables even the poorest laborer to 
provide enjoyment for his children. All over the city but especially in the Altmarkt 
and AU'itntarkf, villages of booths are erected and forests of Christmas trees appear in 
a night as if called into being by a magician's wand, and in less time than it takes to 
tell it, the temporary shops are filled with light and color and the miniature streets 
become thronged with eager and expectant crowds. In one tiny booth toys are 
heaped on the counter, festooned on strings, and crammed on shelves at the back until 
they fairly overflow into the street. They are almost all made of wood, and in some 
cases entirely plain in color but prettily carved, and in others brilliantly painted. 
The peasants of the Ilartz Mountains and the Schwartzwald spend the long winter 
evenings fashioning the cjueer conceits for the Christmas market for the smallest 
possible remuneration, since all the toys in this booth are sold for 10 pfennigs or 2^ 
cents each, and this must include at least two profits. Dolls' furniture, beautifully 
made, tiny wagons, sheep, cows, household utensils, brooms, churns, etc., go to make 
up this remarkable display, and it is a never ending source of delight to watch the 
children making their weighty selections and receiving their small parcels on the 
shovel from the good natured proprietress in exchange for the bright 10 pfennig 

One little girl bought a small doll's bureau but as she was about to leave the 
display her eyes lighted on a blue Mary on a green platform leading not one but 
two peaceful lambs with a red cord. She was so overcome by the prodigality of 
color that she requested an exchange which was cheerfully accorded and she scampered 
ofT, her face wreathed in smiles, the happy possessor of more livestock than was ever 
sold for a like price before. Other booths, there being several on each street, con- 
tained piles of cakes dear to the Saxon heart, Icbkiichcn, honigkuchcti and other 
mysterious compounds impossible to describe but wonderfully attractive to look upon. 
Macaroons " in grosser anszvahc,''' as the little blue and white sign put it, compelled 
the passer-by to invest an exceedingly small sum in a large package, and subsequent 
enjoyment of the dainty cakes confirmed the wisdom of the purchase. 

The prominent stores on Fragxr, Konig Johann, Waisenhatis, and Wildsoiiffcr 
strasscii vied with each other in attractive displays, and by special dispensation were 
allowed to keep open on the two Sundays preceding Christmas to allow the working 
people to take advantage of their bargains. On these days the streets in the vicinity 
of the Altmarkt were well nigh impassable, owing to the crush of package-laden men 
and women, but in spite of the crowd joviality and good nature in accord with the 
season reigned supreme. Tlie fact that 17,000 Christmas trees were sold in Dresden 
last year proved that in this capitol city of Saxony the festival is celebrated with be- 
coming unanimity. The theaters put on fairy plays and operettas for the children 
and never fail of delighted, wondering audiences. Festivities continue for three days 
designated respectively the first, second and third Holidays, the first being Christmas 
day itself and the others the succeeding days; and on the first two the shops are 
closed, but on the third business is resumed in a desultory sort of way. After this 
extensive outburst of gaiety things quiet down a little until the following week when 
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Abend is celebrated by masses in the cathedral and services elsewhere. On the stroke 
of midnight all the bells of the city peal out and almost instantaneously the principal 
streets are filled with a good natured, noisy throng shouting " Prosit Ncujahr,''^ and 
shaking hands with friends and strangers alike. Among the lower classes any maiden 
venturing out after the midnight hour, unescorted, may expect to be embraced and 
kissed by enthusiastic New Year revellers, and many an animated struggle takes place 
accompanied by shrieks, but as "all's well that ends well," the salute is almost in- 
variably bestowed, and with shouts of laughter tiie gaine goes inerrily on. The cafes 
are crowded until toward dawn, and each newcomer is wished health and prosperity 
for the ensuing year. It is a delightful custom, and with genuine regret one slowly 
wends one's way homeward in the early hours of the opening century "with charity 
toward all," and an especially warm place in his heart for the good people of 
Dresden. H. Trowbridge Allen. 


The Farmington Magazine begins its new year with many slight changes 
though with the same purpose in view. In writing about our future it seems only 
fitting to review the past, giving a brief history of the beginning and end of the 
magazine as a monthly. Some time during the summer of 1900 the notion of a 
magazine which should bring out what is best in the life of Farmington and give a 
means of expression to the various forms of talent it contains, came to the mind of 
one of Farmington's artists and most devoted citizens. He communicated this 
thought to a new comer, interested in all forms of literary activity and together they 
planned a publication which should meet the ideals of both. In this planning they 
were much helped by the artist's wife, who later became secretary and treasurer; by 
a fellow artist ; by a woman who had gained much wisdom through experience in 
newspaper and magazine writing, and her husband who contributed designs for the 
magazine cover and several illustrations ; and by the public spirited sister of the 
originator of the scheme. These people formed themselves into a committee, electing 
an editor, secretary and treasurer, and heads of departments. Later the committee 
was enlarged by one who did valuable service in a business way, then it grew smaller, 
but the nucleus remained and all gave up much time and strength to the task they had 
set themselves. To the secretary much gratitude is due for cheerful and efficient 
service, which brought about a much more hopeful state of finances at the end of the 
year than any one had dared expect. Her assistant, a well-known resident of Farm- 
ington, was a great help in this respect. 

Though this committee dissolved itself when the magazine changed from a 
monthly to a quarterly, those who composed it promise their interest, advice, and 
frequent contributions to the new managers. The hope has been fully realized that 
the magazine should receive generous contributions both from residents of Farming- 
ton and also from those interested in the town because of ancestry or a former 
connection with Miss Porter's school but now living at varying distances — from 
Hawaii and California to New York. Historical value has been given it by the 
papers of Mr. Julius Gay, to whom we feel public thanks is due for his unfailing 


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response to requests for help. It is with the deepest and most sincere grief that we 
learn of the death of Mr. Chauncey Rowe, one of whose reminiscences we publish in 
this issue. His friendliness and interest were always assured and his connection with 
the early part of the last century, together with his remarkably accurate memory 
made his reminiscences of people and events most valuable and delightful. There 
are several others whose sympathy and help have been as unfailing as if they had 
been actually on the committee, and this gives us encouragement to hope for the 
same aid in the future and to promise our readers as interesting a year as the one 
we have just passed. 

We are glad to be able to announce that the papers written by Mr. Robert 
Brandegee, both on Nature and Art, for TifE Farmington Magazine have been 
"done into a book," and with various drawings and verses make a most attractive 
collection for Christmas. This book, we understand, is to be decorated by hand. 

The death of Mr. Rowe will probably be felt more instead of less as time goes 
on. There is neither room nor time in this number of the magazine for a sufficient 
notice but in our next issue we hope to have some account of his life, interesting in 
that it witnessed so many changes in the life of Farmington, and perhaps a portrait 
as a reminder of the face we knew so well and always loved to greet 

The next issue of the magazine will make a special feature of views of Farm- 

These accounts of President Roosevelt's visit to Farmington are written not so 
much to interest the present subscribers of the magazine to whom the story is familiar 
from the frequent telling, but to make sure that a record is kept of the event. If we 
had an account of Washington's visit to Farmington written at the time by those who 
saw him, how immensely valuable it would be now. One point that has not been 
touched on is the fact that owing to mistakes of reporters and a general lack of in- 
formation, the neighboring towns made all their plans to view the President in the 
afternoon and Farmington was as quiet as on ordinary days all through the morning 
except for the little groups of citizens, school girls, and village children that have 
been mentioned. In the afternoon the crowds descended upon us. 

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prest&ent iRoosevelt in jFatmington 

Commander William S. Cowlks, of the U. S. Navy, has recently restored 
and improved the fine century-old homestead in this village at the south end of Main 
Street, in which he was born. Mrs. Cowles is a sister of President Roosevelt. When 
the President came from Washington to attend the bi-centennial celebration of Yale 
University and to receive his degree of LL. D., he fulfilled his promise, made long 
ago, to visit his sister in Farmington. 

It was soon known that the President would be in town on the 22d of October, 
and everybody was alert to see him. The special train which brought him from 
Washington reached the Farmington station at half-past seven in the morning. 
The borough had appointed special constables, and they with a few friends were there 
to welcome the distinguished guest. With him were Mr. Cortelyou, his private 
secretary, and Dr. Rixey, whose names had become so well known in connection 
with the sad tragedy at Buffalo. They drove at once to the house of Commander 

Soon after ten o'clock the visitors drove through the town, the line of carriages 
being led by that containing the President and Mrs. Cowles. The houses had been 
decorated with flags, and the people stood in front of their homes, the school children 
on the church green, waving a welcome. The President's response was most hearty 
and winsome. 

From half-past two until five there was a quiet reception of invited friends at the 
Cowles mansion, in which the hosts were aided by Dr. Johnson, Mr. D. N. Barney 
and Judge Deming, also by a few young ladies. As usual the President charmed his 
callers by his genial reception of them, always remarking when possible on some 
association of army or college or neighborhood life. Senator and Mrs. Piatt, Senator 
and Mrs. Hawley and Governor McLean stood with the President in receiving the 

The President's visit to Farmington will long live in the memories of the people, 
and will take high rank among the interesting traditions of the village. 

Xlbc /iDclkinles ©aft 

If T. C. had not lost one of his legs in a former accident it would not have been 
so serious, but now to be in the middle of the Farmington River and there have one 
of the traces break, that was quite unfortunate. The water poured over the dam in 
great jets and volumes. 

"There is nothing for it," said T. C, "but to sit here until some one comes 
along. Some of the men may come to cut corn on the meadows, or at the worst the 
boys will come for the cows at night. The river is pretty high to-day ; let us hope it 

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don't increase. I don't know that anyone would hear me if I hallooed, for with the 
roar of the water over the dam, and the clatter of the mill, the miller will never hear 
a sound." T. C. hallooed and then held his foot up high for the water flowed througii 
the bottom of the wagon. " If I had only known," said he, " 1 might have brought 
a fish line and bait. Those are very good-sized fishes swimming along there. That 
is a very eatable-looking dace examining the thills. They seem to think 1 am coming 
to visit them. For mercy's sake look at the roach swimming in and out among the 
spokes of the wheels as though they had discovered a new game ! I wonder what 
that plate is in the bottom of the river and how it ever got there? There have been 
several people drowned near here. I hope the river hasn't any designs against me. 
They say it demands a victim every year." Overhead was a warm September sky 
and a few clouds that were not reflected in the disturbed waters. Some cows came 
to drink and looked long and inquiringly at the stranger. Already an hour and a half 
had passed and no one appeared. 

While our friend is waiting patiently in the river for some one to come I will try 
and recall his connection with the McKinley oak tree planted in the Farmington Park. 
It is well to understand at the outset that T. C. is a Democrat " dyed in the wool," and 
yet he strikingly illustrates (as Mr. Redfield said in his oration at the tree planting) 
"That when a real trouble comes upon this nation party lines are obliterated and we 
are all Americans." When the Farmington bell tolled for the President, William 
McKinley, T. C. heard the mournful tones, and the idea came to him to plant a tree 
to the memory of the departed President; it seemed to possess him like an inspiration, 
when he was at the barn feeding his stock, and when he rode about the town. At 
times he talked with the people in authority, but compared with his own enthusiasm 
everyone seemed cold. "I am going to plant that tree," he said, "if I have to go 
to the park at night and plant it alone." Such enthusiasm was bound to arrive at its 
object. (And just here I would like to remind you that enthusiasm literally means 
possessed of the breath of the Lord.) The idea began to take shape. It was pro- 
posed that Mr. Dorman take his team and several of us go out in the pine woods and 
choose and dig up an oak tree. But while this project was delayed, word came that 
the new President, Mr. Roosevelt, was coming to town, and of course the idea 
occurred, if Mr. Roosevelt could only ride by the tree, it would make another associa- 
tion with the McKinley tree, that would go down with increasing interest through 
the generations. 

Too much cannot be said about the kindly interest of Commander Cowles and 
Mrs. Cowles. Mrs. Cowles entered into the affair with a whole heartedness, character- 
istic of her, detecting the note of true sentiment unerringly. " May I write to my 
brother all about it," said she. " He has lots of sentiment, he will understand. I 
think it is a beautiful idea! " Our plan was to keep the whole affair secret, but in 
spite of all effort it began to be whispered about. Before the eventful day arrived 
Mrs. Cowles informed some of us, with a sorrowful note in her voice, that her brother 
would be obliged to refuse, as he had thousands of invitations to attend memorial 
exercises, and if he should attend the Farmington tree planting others might feel 
aggrieved So the plans went forward, although one shrewdly remarked we had 
better keep the time originally proposed and this proved to be a wise foresight, as we 

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had a Governor and a Mayor and others in authority at the planting of the tree, even 
if we could not have our President. 

The day of the President's arrival was a very remarkable one for Farmington. 
The President had hardly stepped on the Farmington platform before he had told the 
deputy sheriff that he (Roosevelt) was sheriff himself once. He noticed the Gettysburg 
button on the lapel of one of the association of burgesses. "Aha! You are an old 
soldier. You were in the civil war! What regiment? The Duryee Zouaves. Oh 
they were terrors! Why our battles in the Cuban war were only skirmishes, com- 
pared with what you men did in the civil war." Farmington may never see a prettier 
sight than when the school children lined up in front of the church one hundred and 
thirty strong. The crisp morning air waved their flags, the workmen in the church 
came out on the steps. When the President arrived in front of the children he stood 
up in the carriage, smiled, showed all his teeth that we know so well from the 
caricatures. All the young ladies at Miss Porter's School were in front of the school 
building. There were people running in all directions to get a favorable point of 
view to see the President. One woman, dragging a little boy, called to us, "I want 
to have him be able to say he saw the President." She was a very excited woman. 
We all saw Mr. Roosevelt for he rode up and down the street several times. 

There have been so many misrepresentations of that story about Mr. Barbour and 
the President and the cows, it may be interesting and novel to hear the real story. 
Mr. Barbour driving some young stock near Diamond Glen met the President who 
was walking ahead of his party. The President stood aside to let the cattle pass, and 
made some remarks to Mr. Barbour about the weather. But Mr. Barbour did not 
realize that he had been entertaining angels unawares until he met the presidential 
party lower down the mountain. 

I feel tempted to tell how one man brought out his little boy of two and a half 
years old, but the little boy was so much occupied with a stick and two horse chest- 
nuts, he could hardly be made to look at the President ; his father had to take the 
boy's head and point it in the right direction. The little boy was "like the cat that 
catches a mouse in the grass when there is an elephant going by." 

But all this time I have left T. C. in the middle of the river with the water pour- 
ing through the bottom of his wagon. "Hullo, Tim! " came a deep voice from the 
shore," "what are you doing out there in the middle of the Farmington River?" 
" Waiting for someone to tow me ashore." Mr. Wadsworth rode out and fixed up 
T. C.'s traces, and they all got to shore at last. 

Mrs. Cowles sent word that they wished Mr. C. to come to the reception in the 
afternoon. "I can't go," said T. C, "look at me with one leg. But there is my 
son, Tom, he could go in my place." But it was replied. " Your son Tom is one of 
the officials and will go anyway." 

That morning along toward eleven o'clock we met T. C. riding up High street. 
" Did you get the invitation to call on the President? " " Oh, yes," said T. C, " I 

I " 

have met the President and we had quite a talk together." "The deuce you have! 
I said. "Yes," said T. C, " and I tell you he's all right ! He's all right, Mr. Bolles ! 
He's a perfectly lovely man, he's all right ! Why, you see, Mr. Bolles, the President's 
sister sent around an invitation early in the morning, but I wasn't shaved or anything. 

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So I sent back word I couldn't possibly come before half an hour. ' Very well,' Mrs. 
Cowles sent word, ' in half an hour we will return from our drive around the village, 
meet us then.' I fixed myself up," said T. C, "and got in the team and came up to 
the Cowles place just as the procession drew up to the gate. I thought I could just 
drive so that the President could talk to me without making him the trouble to come 
out of the house, but someone said there's T. C, and immediately Mrs. Cowles heard 
it she turned to her brother and said : ' Here is Mr. C. ! ' Well, Mr. Bolles ! If the 
President didn't turn round and wave his hand to me and say : ' How do you do, Mr. 
C. I've heard all about you.' Just then they drew up to the horse block, and he 
came out and shook hands and talked about the first idea of the tree. I tell you, Mr. 
Bolles, the President is all right, he's a lovely man." 

When the tree was set out in the afternoon of the 2'2d of October, there was a 
large gathering of people. Governor McLean said a few words, also Mayor Harbison 
of Hartford and Mr. Wadsworth, and IMr. Redfield made some eloquent remarks and 
at the end told about T. C.'s connection with the McKinley tree. 

In his wagon sat T. C. looking over the large groups of people. Suddenly there 
was a commotion in the street and there was a cry, " The President is coming! " In 
an instant the carriages drove into the park, the President rode around and took a good 
look at the tree, but as he turned to leave the grounds the crowd thickened so that the 
carriages could not move. Near the President was a wagon with several colored 
people. One, a portly young woman, reached out her hand to shake hands with Mr. 
Roosevelt, and then mistrusting she had been too bold withdrew it ; but the President's 
quick eye had seen her. He leaned out of his carriage and shook her vigorously by 
the hand, much to the delight of those who witnessed this little episode. 

And now the McKinley tree is standing alone quietly in the park. It looks a 

little dismal without any leaves, and we trust all the eloquence uttered around it may 

help it to take root. And if it will only take root and grow, it may not be unlike 

T. C.'s first idea of the McKinley tree, which grew in his mind like an acorn, and 

expanded until the great ones of the land came into its shadows. 

C. G. Bolles. 

DiUaoe motes 

All streets in the borough will soon be lighted by incandescent and arc electric 
lights of varying power supplied by the Union Electric Liglit and Power Company of 
Unionville. Several householders have been glad to substitute the incandescent for 
the kerosene light, and others will undoubtedly do so when the point of economy can 
be added to its other advantages. There are some regrets expressed for the passing 
of the old street lights, but it must be more for the sake of association than for the 
system itself, as in spite of the best endeavors of the Village Improvement Society 
which has sustained the lights, these lamps only made darkness visible and on many 
nights, moon-lighted— in the calendar only — the homeward path seemed a maze of 
fences, trees, and gutters which these more powerful lights may reveal. 

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The Chapel Building in its more retired position and with many alterations and 
improvements fitted to its new uses, has taken up its active life again. It is very 
pleasant not to have all the old associations severed at once and the upper room will 
continue to serve as a chapel until the new structure is ready. The changes in this 
room are slight ; a new floor, electric lights and the tables necessary for sewing school 
work. Below, the furnace room has been changed to a well appointed dressing room 
where the children leave their outside garments. The former kitchen is left for future 
development of the school, but the larger room has every convenience of a modern 
kitchen ; ample pantry, two cooking stoves and eight oil stoves, which will be used 
alternately by the students. At the north end a space has been railed off for the 
dining room, where the dishes prepared will be properly served. 

The Seiving School opened Nov. 15 with an attendance of forty-eight girls 
and four teachers. Miss Caroline Huntington of Hartford who has had charge of the 
school for the past four years will return from Chicago at Christmas time and resume 
her position, retaining Miss Isabel Huntington as first assistant. Miss Schenherr has 
the youngest class. Miss Redfield and Mrs. Brandegee the intermediate grades. 
The course of study is similar to that taught in Hartford, adapted somewhat to 
obtain the most practical results. The two higher classes are making infants' clothes, 
which will later be for sale at Miss Pope's shop. 

The Mending Class must certainly meet the approval of busy mothers. For this 
the children bring some article that needs repairing, and the intention is to make these 
lessons less formal and especially attractive by reading aloud and serving chocolate. 

This year the Dress7naking Class will cut, fit and make a lined woolen gown 
from material furnished by themselves. A charge of ten cents a lesson is made in 
this class. 

The Cooking School, composed of two classes numbering sixteen each, will be 
in charge of Miss Heddon of Hartford. Here again the endeavor has been to make 
the course as practical as possible and so to teach the preparation of simple, everyday 
dishes that the result may be wholesome and appetizing. 

The date of opening for both dressmaking and cooking classes will be posted in 
drug store and postoffice. Applications for cooking school must be made by mail, 
and as the classes are limited, they will be filled in the order in which the applications 
are received. All village girls over thirteen years of age can apply. 

St. James Church people are rejoicing in their new Rector, the Rev. Ellis 
Bedell Dean, from Western New York. 

The Moore cottage has become for this winter, at least, the rectory. 

The ladies of the Working Guild of St. James held their annual Christmas Sale 
on the 7th inst. this year for the organ fund. The proceeds of their recent "Tea" 
were added to the fund for the seats at the church. The needs are many and 
great, but their zeal is greater, and doubtless we shall soon hear of a Rectory Fund. 

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It is a beautiful instance of the recuperative power in nature — the equanimity, nay 
the enthusiasm with wliich these recurring appeals are met by the good folk of 
Farmington. yy ^_ j^_ 

The first public organ recital on the new organ in the Congregational Church 
was given the evening of December 10th. The church in its new dress was bright 
with the electric bulbs which have been very well placed. The organ has over 2,300 
pipes and 53 stops and pistons, and is of a very sweet tone and not at all too large for 
the church, facts which are perhaps of more interest to the uninitiated than the 
mysterious lists called specifications on one page of the program. 

The dedication of St. Patrick's Church Sunday, December 1st, will always be 
remembered by our Catholic townspeople as a day unique in the history of their 
church in Farmington. The reason for this is that their modest little brick church 
was on that occasion solemnly blessed and consecrated to the service of our bountiful 
and omnipotent Father in Heaven. The grand ceremonial of the Catholic Church 
observed on so important and significant a day was carried out in all its magnificent 
details, and the dedication of the grand cathedral of the populous and wealthy city 
receives neither greater nor less attention than was accorded on last Sunday to St. 
Patrick's modest and unpretentious little chapel. Rt. Rev. M. Tierney, D. D., 
Bishop of the Diocese of Hartford, officiated at the ceremony, and was assisted by the 
Rev. James P. Donovan, D. D., chancellor and secretary to the Bishop. After the 
walls both interior and exterior had been blessed, the Bishop approached the main 
altar and there completed the ceremony of the dedication. "The inass of Thanks- 
giving," usually celebrated on such occasions, was then begun, with the Rev. P. F. 
Daly, assistant pastor of the church, acting as celebrant. When the mass was ended 
the Rev. Walter J. Shanley, Rector of St. Joseph's Cathedral, Hartford, ascended the 
altar steps and preached a sermon which was at once most able and appropriate. 
Father Shanley as a pulpit orator has few, if any, equals in the diocese of Hartford. 
The words of his text were, " I have loved, O Lord, the beauty of Thy house and the 
place where Thy glory dwelleth ; " and in his sermon he spoke of the zeal of the 
Catholic Church for the beauty of her temples of worship. 

At the conclusion of the discourse the Rt. Rev. Bishop addressed the children 
who had been presented for Confirmation. The Bishop made no attempt at oratory; 
he was there as the spiritual father of the children to be confirmed. In accordance 
with his usual practice the Bishop received from the children their promises 
that they would never taste intoxicating liquors before they reached the age of 
twenty-one years, and then, he assured them, they will have seen and realized 
so thoroughly the stupendous harm done to man's body and soul by indulgence in 
strong drink, that total abstinence would mark their whole lives. This custom of 
giving the pledge of temperance to all those he confirms has been observed by him 
since the time of his consecration, and the effect is that upwards of one hundred and 
fifty thousand people, adults and children, are to-day practicing the virtue of temper- 

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ance, as the result of the exhortations and pledges administered to them by Rt. Rev. 
Bishop Tierney. Several clergymen from neighboring towns were present at the 
dedication, besides Rev. W. H. Redding of Unionville and Rev. H, T. Walsh of 
Plainville, who is the pastor of the church. 

Work has been done both on the exterior and interior of the chapel, and in its 
present condition it is certainly very neat and attractive. The Catholics of Farm- 
ington are to be congratulated for their generosity which made such extensive and 
successful improvements possible. H. T. W. 

On November third the Congregational Church was used for the first time in 
nearly four months. The intended alterations have been described in former numbers 
of the magazine and these have been carried out with the exception of altering the 
front porch and finishing the galleries. The color of the wall is a light gray, slightly 
tinged with green. The organ is set into a recess back of the pulpit, and arches and 
fluted pilasters of white are above and at each side of it The pulpit is lower and 
octagonal in shape, painted white with carved wreaths and trimmed with bands of 
mahogany. The pews are also painted cream white, with bands of mahogany. 
Crimson carpet and pew cushions set off the whiteness of the pews, galleries and 
moldings. The freshness, purity, and quaint aspect of the interior give great pleasure 
to the eye, and all agree in saying that the ancient character of the church has not 
been destroyed by the alterations. 

It is interesting and gratifying to recall the fact that Miss Porter planned for the 
alterations of the old church, giving just this result in its general features, such as 
lowering the pulpit, putting back of it a new organ, and that she herself made large 
contributions for this purpose. It is pleasant to think that she would approve and 
enjoy these changes. 

The new memorial building to Miss Porter has been described by the architect. It 
is hoped that it may fill many needs of the village as well as of the Congregational 
Church and may form a pleasant meeting place for many different bodies of people. 

The following books have been added to the library : Life Everlasting, John 
Fiske ; Natural Law in the Spiritual World, Drummond ; Toutig Joe, The Silver 
Medal, Pocket Rijie, J. T. Trowbridge ; Ballast, Myra Swan ; Rupert by the Grace 
of God, D. G. McChesney ; Ernest JMaltravers, Bulwer Lytton ; Uncle Terry, 
Charles C. Munn ; The Man from Glengarry, Ralph Connor ; The Portion of Labor, 
Mary E, Wilkins; The Ruling Passion, Henry Van Dyke. 

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IWotcs of ftaiss iPorter's Scbool 

A "Club for 
Ancients" was 
formed last spring 
for the purpose of 
establishing a cot- 
tage in Farmington 
for the accommoda- 
tion of its members 
when they come 
to Farmington to 
visit. The cottage 
will accommodate 
twelve girls at a 
time and it is pro- 
posed that each 
member of the club 
shall pay the cost 
of meals for herself 
and her guests when 
staying in the cot- 
tage. The rent and other expenses will be covered by the club dues. 

The membership of the club now consists of about seventy-five "ancients," and 
many of these have visited the house this fall. The house belonging to Mr. Porritt 
has been most charmingly fitted up. The large room at the south end is decorated in 
rich deep red and with the broad cushioned seats under the windows and along the 
side of the room and the fine old fireplace, make an ideal spot in which to talk over 
old times. The dining room in Dresden blue and white and the bed rooms in dainty 
chintz effects all make the interior of the house a very delightful one. If the experi- 
ment is a success financially, as it certainly has been in every other way, there is 
some thought of buying the house and then more will be done to the exterior. 

Few changes have been made in the School this year. A cottage has been added, 
making more rooms for the girls, and also a new course in the History of Art, stere- 
opticon talks in which are of great interest to the class. 

The Farmington Sewing Society in New York has at present one hundred and 
nineteen members and the society makes about five hundred garments a year. These 
are sent to the New York Diet Kitchen and to special cases. Last year there was a 
surplus of .$83, part of which was given to the Diet Kitchen and part to the Farm- 
ington Lodge. The society meets every Monday morning at eleven o'clock and sews 
until one when luncheon is served. L. \V. G. 


[Notes for this department may be sent to the editor of The Farmington Magazine at any time 
before March 1st. It is hoped the Various Farmington societies in the diflferent cities may respond.'] 







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H /memorial 3BuilMno in Jfarminoton 

H ©escrimion bs tbc architect 

The accompanying illustrations show the building now being erected in memory 
of Miss Sarah Porter by her former pupils. The site chosen is that of the old cluipel, 
which had been removed — the new building being designed to take the place of the 
old one, in every sense. In making tiie change, the road immediately north of the 
ciiurch has been transferred to the further side of the memorial building, so tiiat its 
portico, or main entrance, faces soutii, on the church green. From the plan can 
be easily determined the general arrangement, and scope of the building. Its outside 
dimensions (main part) arc thirty-eight feet eight inches by seventy-three feet six 
inches. The style is colonial, and it is intended to have the structure harmonious 
with its surroundings and in keeping with the architecture of a New England village. 
At the same time, a certain distinctive elegance of material and detail has seemed 
necessary — to give the building a dignified and enduring character, suggestive of its 
purpose. White bricks, with a slight tint of cream, have been chosen for the main 
walls. The bricks will be laid in Flemish bond, with white mortar. Below tiie 
brickwork the walls will be of very light colored Maine granite, the water table and 
steps being dressed smooth and the ashlar "pointed," or left sligiitly rough. The 
arches and sills of the windows are to be of pure white marble. Under the portico there 
will be a niche, in which will be placed a memorial tablet. All of the columns, 
pilasters and the frieze, cornice and balustrade v^ill be of wood painted white. The 
ornament around the front door will be of similar material. It is thought that this 
treatment of the exterior will give the building a distinctively colonial character, in 
keeping with other structures of an earlier period. For the roof, slates of large size, 
greyish-green in color, will be used, with ridges and finials of copper. The windows 
will, for the most part, be glazed with plain white glass, but leaded glass will be used 
in the large ornamental window at the end of the hall, and in a few other places. In 
the interior the finish will be of quartered oak. A high panelled wainscot will extend 
around the walls of the various rooms throughout. The trim and casings of doors 
and windows will be ornamented. In the alcove, and at its front, will be fluted 
pilasters, with carved Ionic capitals, frieze and cornice. In the lecture room, the 
ceiling will be finished with a dome in the middle, ornamented with plaster mould- 
ings. Around the sides of the room there will be a plaster cornice. In tiie other 
principal rooms a heavy cornice of oak will extend around the sides of the ceiling. 
The height of the lecture room will be eighteen feet, of the ladies rooms fifteen feet, 
and of the other rooms, twelve feet. The plumbing and finish of the kitchen and 
toilet room will be of the best. The building will be heated with hot air, and 
lighted by electricity. For the present, the basement will be left unfinished, but 
later a large reading room or gymnasium, with baths and toilet room, can be ar- 
ranged and finished, if such an addition is desired. At this writing, the foundation 
walls of the building are completed, and all material is ready or on the ground for 
carrying on the work of construction as the weather may permit. It is hoped that 
the building will be ready for use in June, 1902. 

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We aim to furnish the best there is 
the line of choice eatables of everv 


We guarantee per- 
fect satisfaction with 
all goods bought from 
us, and are always 
willing to exchange 
goods that do not 

We buy much of 
our fruit at the great 
auction sales in New 
York, and receive our 
California Oranges 
direct from the grow- 

We give the most 
careful attention to 
all mail and telephone 
orders, and deliver 
free in Farmington 
orders amounting to 
13.00 or more. 

We ship all goods 
carefully packed and 
by first car or stage 
leaving the city after 
the order has been re- 

We shall have a car load of 
the famous 

Cook Oranges 

in time for the Christmas trade. 

C'andy Department 

will he full to overrtowing with fresh, pure, 
wholesome holiday goods. 

Churches, Sunday Schools, etc., will re- 
ceive a special discount on Confectionery 
for Christmas Entertainments. 









Suits where 

others fail to please. 

The Oneida Community 

Canned Goods 

We have put in a full line of these well and 
and favorably known products. 

All kinds of Vegetables in tins. 
Fresh Fruits in tin. 

Fresh Fruits in glass. 

The quality is not to be surpassed by 
anything on the market, and the prices are 
very reasonable. 

Stop next time you are in the store and 
let us tell you all about the Oneida Canned 

to be had in 





running day and 

turning out real 

Home Made Goods 

Best Materials. 
Skillful Workmen. 
Scrupulous Neatness. 



Out of the oven 

at 3 p. M. 

are delivered for tea. 




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Buy your Christmas Dinner 

at the Boston Branch 745 to 751 Main street. 


The California and Florida Oranges. Grape 
Fruit, Malaga Grapes, Pineapples,Table Apples, 
Figs, Dates, and the like. 


The very freshest nuts, all sound and sweet, 
no empty shells, at 15c. lb. 


Where else will vou find so much that's 
tempting in Candv ? The old fashioned Choco- 
lates, Scotch Kisses, Creoles, Cupid's Delight, 
Caramels, Cream Wafers, Butter Scotch, etc. 


Prime Raisins 10c. a lb. and 3 lbs. for 2nc. 
Currants 10c. and loc. Citron 15c. lb. 2 lbs. 
for 2oc. Figs at 15c. and 20c. 


This store is the handiest trading place in town. All cars from all directions stop just 
around the corner or m front of the store. 









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Securities bought and sold at the Exchanges 
of this City, New York and Boston. 

Choice Investments constantly for sale. 

"From the Open Book 
of Nature," 

Price. 50 Cents. 

For sale at Miss Adgate's, Farmington. 

Belknap & Warfield's, Hartford. 

Mrs. E. M. Sill's, 

Smith & McDonough's, " 

Or sent postpaid on receipt of price, on appli- 
cation to Robert B. Brandegee, Farmington, 

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Telephones, Eleclrii Bells, Batteries, and everything in the 
electrical line in a scientific and expert manner, at fair and 
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Suiisfactorily — telephone, send us 7L<ord by mail, or call on 
us, ice will quote you prices and guarantee you satisfiaction. 
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Ye Hand -made Shingles, 131 years old from the roof of the 
CONG. CHURCH of FARMINGTON, with picture of church and 
history of shingles by Chauncey Rowe, going at 50c. a piece ; a few 
having sketch of the church done by an artist, at $1.00 each. Hand- 
made nail thrown in. 

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]Repa.iring IDepa.rtmerLt. 

Watches repaired by a thoroughly competent workman, and satisfaction guaran- 
teed. American and French Clocks called for, repaired, and delivered without extra 
charge. Jewelry of all kinds repaired at reasonable rates. Specs and Eye-Glasses 
repaired and new Lens fitted. A large stock of Spectacles and Eye-Glasses at lo\\r 
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GOLD SEAL ,„ ,, 

■iOc. a lb. 

COFFEE ^'^^^^- 

We have calls from all over the state for Gold Seal Coffee. Fine quality has placed it where 
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The Farmington Magazine 

Vol. II APRIL, 1902 No. 2 

®l^timc Mortbies ot Jfarmiuotou 

H)eacon C^bomas 36ull 

TiiOiNiAS Bull one of the early settlers of Farmington was born in Hart- 
ford about the year 1647. He was a son of Captain Thomas Bull famous in 
Colonial history as the commander of the Connecticut troops at Saybrook when 
.Sir Edmund Andross attempted to read his commission as roj'al governor; 
he, on learning that the Captain's name was Bull, said: " It is a pity that your 
horns are not tipped with silver." Thomas the younger was one of the early 
deacons of the church and lived on the east side of the road which diverges 
from Farmington main street a little south of the church and which was in 
his time known as "the little back-lane." He was a farmer, blacksmith, gun- 
smith and shoer of horses. His account book gives a list of all sorts of work 
in iron done by him, from hardware for the meeting house and the fittings of 
the village stocks, to work for his townsmen on carts, plows, axes and all the 
primitive appliances of early agriculture. He had his full share in the digni- 
ties and honors of public life, and was by turns constable, collector, town 
clerk, selectman, assessor and school committee. Twice he represented the 
town in the General Assembly. His marriage with Esther, the daughter of 
the first John Cowles, is interesting as illustrating the matrimonial customs 
of the day. The court record is as follows: 

" Benjamin Waite having publickly protested against Thomas Bull Junr. 
and Hester Cowles alias Cole their proceedings in reference to marriage and 
manifested his desire that authority would not marry or any way contract in 
order to marry them the said Thomas and Hester. The Court desires the 
said Wayte that he would manifest his reasons to them and produce his proofs 
of any right or claim that he hath to the said Hester Cole, but he refused to 
attend any such thing at this time. The Court did therefore declare to the 
said Benjamin Waite that they did not judge it reasonable to restrain Thomas 
Bull and Hester Cole from marriage till Sept. next and therefore if the said 
Waite does not make good his claim and prosecute to eiTect between this and 
the 7th of April next they will not longer deny them the said Thomas and 
Hester marriage." 

Benjamin and Hester had both been residents of Hatfield where her father 
spent the last years of his life, but the preferences of the young had little 
weight with the stern parent or the solemn magistrate. Esther was duly mar- 

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ried to Thomas April 17th, 1669, and Benjamin consoled himself with Martha 
Leonard in June, 1670. We can only guess at the thoughts of Esther as tid- 
ings came from time to time to the quiet home of the village blacksmith of 
the brilliant military exploits of her former lover, rescuing his Hatfield friends 
and relatives from their Indian captors in Canada after the massacre of 1677, 
and finally sacrificing his life in the vain attempt to save Deerfield from de- 
struction in the terrible days of 1704. Esther died in 1691 at the comparatively 
early age of 42, and Deacon Bull soon after married Mary, widow of Captain 
William Lewis and eldest daughter of Ezekiel Cheever the famous school- 
master of New England. He died in 1707 or 1708, leaving behind him a 
numerous family of young Bulls to continue the family name and honors. 

JE)r. Daniel porter 

Dr. Daniel Porter, known in all the country round as " that skillful 
chiurgeon," but more commonly spoken of as Daniel Porter, bone-setter, on his 
coming among us bought of Thomas Upson a house and lot at the south end 
of the village street, near the site of the brick building only recentl}^ degraded 
from its dignity as the South School House. He records his possessions in 
January, 1655, as "One parcel of land on which his dwelling house now 
standeth, with yards or gardens therein being, which he bought of Thomas 
Upson, containing by estimation six acres be it more or less, abutting on the 
highway on the east, and on Thomas Upson's land on the south and on the 
west, and on John Lankton's land on the north." In October of the same 
year the General Court, sitting at Plartford, ordered "that Danniell Porter 
shall bee allowed and paid out of the publique Treasury, as a sallery for the 
next ensuing yeare, the sum of six pounds; and six shillings a journy to each 
Towne uppon the River, to exercise his arte of Chiurgerie." So greatly were 
his services valued that in 1668 he was " freed from watching, warding and 
training," that he might be always in readiness in any sudden emergency to 
exercise his skill upon the broken bones of the colony. In 1671 the Court 
further decreed that "For the encouragement of Daniel Porter in attending 
the service of the country in setting bones &c, the Ccurt do hereby augment 
his salary from six pounds a year to twelve pounds per annum, and do advise 
him to instruct some meet person in his arte." Lest the salary of twelve 
pounds and his fee of six shillings for each visit to the river towns should not 
suffice for his honorable support, the ' ' Court grants Daniel Porter one hundred 
acres of land, provided he take it up where it does not prejudice any former 
grant or plantation." This grant was unfortunately selected near the north- 
west corner of Wallingford and so proved to be out of the jurisdiction of the 
court. His grandchildren subsequently exchanged it for one hundred acres 
west of the Housatonic River. It mattered little so long as land continued 

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the most plentiful of all kinds of estate. Moreover Dr. Porter was one of the 
famous Eighty-four proprietors and regularly received his share in each divi- 
sion of the reserved lands. The relative values of professional services of the 
day, especially of those rendered in military expeditions, appear in a decree 
of 1676, wherein " The Council did grant that a minister's pay shall be twenty- 
five shillings per week; a chiurgeon's pay shall be sixteen shillings per week," 
nor need we think the ministerial pay out of all reasonable proportion. What- 
ever we may think of the spiritual value of the preacher's labors, on the eve 
of battle the inspiring words of him who stood forth as the vicegerent of 
Heaven were beyond all price. 

The doctor left five sons, three of whom were physicians. The eldest 
son, Daniel, removed to Waterbury and was the second person of five succes- 
sive generations known as Dr. Daniel Porter — father, son, grandson, great 
grandson and nephew of great grandson. He died near the end of the ad- 
ministration of Sir Edmund Andross and so left us no will or inventory to 
shed light on his character and surroundings. Scarcely anyone at that time 
left estate or will to enrich the royal governor with probate fees. They 
divided their accumulations while living, a desirable course in many ways. 
His youngest son, Samuel, remained in his native village and was styled in 
the records, " Samuel Porter, Doctor of ye town of Farmington." 

Julius Gay. 

XTbe /iDvtb of tbe 36en^ 

" Tradition tells us that our Farmington River did not always flow in its present 
tortuous course northward but flowed from a great lake southward." — Essay on the 
Tunxis Scpus (^Farm'ugton River) by Air. yuUns Gay. 

" There used to be one nation lived one side and one the other side of the Farm- 
ington River, and if either tribe crossed over this river boundary and got ' ketched ' 
he got killed." — From conversations and recollections of Mr. Liicins Dorinan. 

G^bc IPrcluCic 

The moon was full and not a breeze stirred the branches of the forest. 
A solitary wolf was calling far away, the night was full of the sweetness of 
June blossoms. The young Indian girl was talking very earnestly with her 
lover. " I fear. I am so fearful. Last night the great owl cried for an hour 
near the lodges, and you know that means death. I am afraid. There is a 
suspicion about your crossing the river. Oh, I am so afraid. Perhaps you 
had better come no more, " said she. ' ' Be not afraid, " said the Indian, ' ' many 
times have I crossed the river, I am not afraid, no harm will come to us. 

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Did you think a little river like this could keep me from you?" "Oh, but the 
river," said the Indian girl, "it is the river of death. I hate it. Do you re- 
member the fate of Red Wolf who swam the river for the wounded deer? 
Oh, I tremble still, — the stake, the tortures with fire. My heart tells me that 
you will suffer the same fate. Leave me. Leave me. What was that?" 
" 'Twasa wolf or bear." He draws his bows and sends an arrow into the gloom. 
There is a scream of pain, the hollow is alive with dark forms; there is a fierce 
fight and the young Indian is captured. 

By the side of the river knelt the Indian girl; the great unbroken forest 
murmured behind her, before her lay the river like a sheet of silver. She 
prayed to the Great Spirit, Gitche Manitou, she prayed for the life of the one 
who had crossed the river and must suffer death. " If there is need of a life 
let me die. Oh Gitche Manitou," said the maiden. She paused for a reply, but 
there was no reply, only the sound of the night-birds and the river flowing 
southward among its reeds. Again she prayed earnestly to the Great Spirit 
and again there was no reply, only the far distant cry of some animal in the 
mountain. Suddenly the river was lit from side to side with a pale and then a 
brighter light, and there was Gitche Manitou, the Great Spirit. 

' ' What wouldst thou have of me little one ? " said the Great Spirit. ' ' I would 
have him live who must die to-morrow." "And thy father?" said the Great 
Spirit. " He has said as surely as the river flows between our two nations, so 
surely will he keep the treaty, and the young warrior must die. But thou who 
knowest everything and can do anything, let me die but let him live." A 
smile of great tenderness came over the face of Gitche Manitou. He reached 
downward and traced with his forefinger along the ground, and the river fol- 
lowed his finger as the hounds follow after the game. The river danced with 
excitement to follow a new channel. And they came to the high mountains 
and the river said, "Now we must return for we can go no further." But the 
Great Spirit drew his finger across the mountain and it crumbled like an egg 
shell. And when the morning awoke, lo! the river was gone. 

R. B. Brandegee. 

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H XTruc StoriT of ®15 Utmcs in jFarmiuotou 

Seventy-five years ago : no railroads, no telegraphs, — but hearts were 
brave or cowardly, true or false, just as now. 

It was an evening in late October; the sun had set clear; and frost was 
in the chilly air. Away up on the " mountain road," in the low-browed, wide 
spreading farmhouse, Mr. Brownlow looked around with a sigh of content on 
the cheery square room where the family would spend a peaceful evening. 
He reflected that his stock was well cared for, that his barns were full, that he 
was able to assist those who were poorer than himself : and after praising the 
especially delicious supper which his wife and sisters had prepared, he threw 
fresh sticks on the fire, and settled down for the enjoyment of the Weekly 
Couranf, which he had brought from the village that afternoon. With his 
reading he mingled running remarks : " Good apple crop this year, they say. 
We picked the last in the home lot to-day. They're the best I ever picked. 
We've got a good yield of turnips, too, and the turkeys are getting as fat as 
butter ; we shall have plenty to eat and plenty to sell. Be sure to invite 
everybody to Thanksgiving, mother." 

Again: "Well! the paper says that old Mike, the crazy man, has got 
out, and that he's running loose round the country. You must look out, 
girls." Miss Maria laughed a little: "I don't believe he'd come way up 
here?" " No : I suppose 'twould be rather too much trouble. H'm, — 'when 
last seen, wore a plaid camlet cloak.' " 

The cat purred, the clock ticked, the knitting-needles clicked ; Mr. 
Brownlow almost nodded. 

A knock resounded from the "end-door," which opened directly out of 
doors. " That's Stebbins, come to see about buying that colt." So up jumped 
Mr. Brownlow, and hospitably opened wide the door. 

A vision of a wild, haggard face, a plaid cloak, a flashing axe was all, and 
poor Mr. Brownlow lay dead across the threshold, his head cloven at one 
stroke ! 

Oh ! the horror of that moment for those women ! Speechless and be- 
numbed, they looked for instant death for themselves at first. But, apparently, 
the madman had turned back into the night. 

When their terror could find vent in screams, the only support that they 
could bring was Jerusha, the "help ; " for the hired man had already gone for 
his evening's pleasure. 

So the four women left their dead, and fled to the village for aid. In a 
moment, for them, peace and happiness were turned into terror and grief. 

Their agonized flight down the shadowy hillside was finished just as the 
tranquillizing good night of the nine o'clock bell was booming ; but it changed 

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to a wild clanging which brought forth a hasty crowd of men and boys, with 
"What's the matter?" on every lip. Each one was eager to set out on the 
search for the lunatic, lest he should do some other deed of horror. Lanterns 
and warm coats were quickly brought, and in an incredibly short time, at least 
sixty men were ready to start on the quest, and in groups of eight or ten, were 
rushing off; when " Hold on!" shouted Deacon Deming in stentorian tones. 
" Call those boys back ! Attention! everyone." 

"Now, neighbors," he continued, "we shall never accomplish anything 
in this helter skelter way. I move that we have one man to direct matters 
to-night, and that man'd better be 'Squire Morton, in my opinion." 

The satisfaction of all with this proposal was expressed by a cheer ; and 
after a little modest hesitation on 'Squire Morton's part, he stepped on the 
church horse-block, and gave out his impromptu orders. He was a man of 
spare frame, and simple manner; but his clean-cut features and deep-set eyes 
gave promise of a lofty, fearless nature ; and on his face the lines of expe- 
rience indicated wisdom and penetration. He neither assumed nor demanded 
especial authority, but his simple words showed that he was accustomed to 

"My friends, a dreadful thing has happened to-night. Don't let any 
carelessness of ours bring more trouble. I see that most of you have firearms. 
I make it a strict order that no man shall fire on old Mike, even if a good 
chance offers itself. Surround him if possible, catch him by all reasonable 
means ; but bring the poor creature into town quietly and safely, so that he 
won't be roused to fury, and, above all, don't shoot." 

Then he distributed the men by twos and threes in such a way that all 
the districts of the town, which old Mike could have reached by that time, 
would be faithfully scoured in a systematic manner. If old Mike should be 
found, a whistle and a halloo were to inform those who were near at hand, and 
as soon as possible the church bell would give the signal that the search was 
over. If he should not be found, the different bands of men, converging from 
the outside to the center, would meet at sunrise on the green to discuss plans 
for future search. All assented cordially to the plan of the campaign ; and 
soon the village center seemed deserted, except for the lights of those who 
were hurrying off to accompany the afflicted women of the Brownlow family 
to their desolate home. There was one dissenting voice, however, that of 
James Williams. He was a son of one of the leading men of the town, bright 
and winning, but spoiled by lack of early parental training. He and Jonathan 
Hinsdale, who was considered the pride of the village, had been inseparable 
friends from childhood, and they were often called " David and Jonathan." 

James almost idolized his friend, who, besides having great powers of 
mind, was endowed with the stability and self-control which James lacked. 

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Jonathan was soon to marry the pretty sister of James ; and it was a matter 
of rejoicing- to the friends and neighbors that he was to be a minister, then 
considered the profession of most honor in the community. 

"Well!" grumbled James, as the two started for West Farms, their as- 
signed place of search, "I don't see why I should be hampered by 'Squire 
Morton's orders. I know how to use a gun witlunit being tied up by any old 
granny regulations like that. I despise people who are afraid of everything. 
I shall use my own judgment about firing." Jonathan tried to reason with 
him a little, but it was useless then, and he had no idea that James would 
really encounter Michael ; so he turned to other subjects while they were 
prowling about in the darkness. 

Hours passed on. Patiently the men, most of them weary at the start 
from a day of toil, plodded over hillsides and meadows, through swamps and 
forests. Nothing could be found of old Michael, except that a branch^of a 
young maple, freshly lopped off, looked as if he m.ight have been wielding 
his terrible axe again. 

And, by the lantern's light, tracks were seen around an old, lonely house 
which made the eight or ten men who had met there, sure that old Michael 
had secreted himself in the cellar. They gathered in the old kitchen for 
consultation. If Michael was really in the cellar, he must be brought out, 
and the search must be ended ; but who wished to creep down rickety stairs 
into the abysmal darkness of an old-fashioned cellar, to be met by a madman 
armed with an axe? 

'Squire Morton looked around the little company. 

"I will go down to look for Michael. Who'll go with me ? " 

No one volunteered. 

"I am going. I call on one of you to go with me." 

Even his authority failed. Each head was shaken to show that courage 
was lacking. Then with lips a little more firmly set, and eyes looking 
straight forward, 'Squire Morton lighted a candle, and briefly saying, "Then 
I will go alone," opened the door and calmly stepped down into the darkness 
and to possible death. Every face was pale, — the men hardly breathed, so 
acute was the suspense while they huddled around the head of the cellar stairs 
to listen. They heard his careful footsteps as every part of the dim cavern 
was explored and then at last he came back to them, safe and alone. All 
that he said was "Michael is not there;" and each man knew that it was 
certain that no lurking-place in that cellar sheltered Michael from sight. But 
after that modest proof of unflinching courage, those men would have obeyed 
'Squire Morton's slightest word. " I never saw such grit as that," said Bill 
Judd in relating the incident to a circle of listeners the next day. 

But the dreaded and yet much sought lunatic was not even seen. He 

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eluded them or had fled to some region entirely beyond their field of search. 
Glimmers of the dawn appeared, and the night's work seemed about to end in 

Just then, James Williams, sleepily stumbling through some underbrush, 
saw a figure moving towards him through a grove of }'-oung trees. The steps 
were light and quick, the man certainly carried a heavy w-eapon, and James 
thought that he detected in the dimness the fluttering folds of a cloak. He 
could not, alone, capture Michael, for surely it miist be he ; if he should 
wound the violent man in the arm, he would give himself no more than a 
proper advantage. 

So he raised his musket and fired. The shot rang out ominously and it 
brought a half-dozen men running to the scene. They found James Williams 
wildly calling on Jonathan Hinsdale to speak. 

But the dead speak not. David had slain Jonathan. 

And thus, before the sun looked on the earth again, a second family was 
plunged into woe. Three families, I might say, for while some bore with 
melancholy steps the lifeless form of the gifted Jonathan to his home, it re- 
quired all the efforts of three or four men to restrain the self-reproachful rav- 
ings of the unfortunate James, who knew that his return to his home must 
bring a blight blacker than death to his family. "Oh, why did I not obey 
orders? Oh, Jonathan ! I loved you better than myself, and I have killed you ! 
Oh, my sister ! What shall I do when I see you?" 

He voiced the thoughts of all ; they contrasted the calm fearlessness of 
Mr. Morton with James's reckless independence of control. 

Perhaps you would like to know the gentle means by which old Michael 
was at last caught. For weeks the whole country side was aroused to secure 
him. Bills describing him were posted at every cross road, so that every one 
in the county knew his appearance, by report. He was sometimes traced, but 
was not taken. Every one felt that life was in jeopardy while he was at large. 
One sunny afternoon in early winter, a poor woman in a house miles away 
from the scene of the tragedy heard a timid knock at her door. So childlike 
was it, that she forgot the customary fear of opening doors to outside knocks, 
only to find herself confronted by old Michael himself. There were the 
tattered remnants of the plaid camlet cloak, the wild eyes and sunken cheeks, 
— yes, it was surely he. Her very frame seemed to collapse ; but she was a 
woman of nerve. The axe was not visible, and the man looked weak and 
tired. "Will you please give me something to eat?" was all that he said. 
" Certainly, certainly," replied she, with ready tact. " Sit down by the fire 
to get warm, while I bring you some baked beans." The woman's stock of 
provisions was poor and scanty, but she brought forth the best she had, and 
set it kindly before the hungry man, deftly managing to remove all knives 

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from siglit. Then she asked : " Would you like some milk? I will get it in 
the buttery. Come Solomon," to her little boy, whose patched clothes ill be- 
came his royal name. " Come and help me get it." So she took the boy to 
the buttery, and once within, she pushed him through the little square window, 
charging him to run for his life to the nearest neighbors, and to say that crazy 
Mike was in her kitchen, but was "peaceable" just then. Her plan worked 
perfectly. By various soft beguilements, she kept Michael interested in hot 
food and drink until some men arrived, who approached him as friends, were 
by him received as such, and so easily led away the man who had caused 
terror for weeks. 

The poor demented man was taken to the house of Mr. Morton who was 
deputy sheriff for the coimty for forty years ; and there strong men kept their 
vigil around his bed all night, lest his old fury should burst forth again. 
Morning came without an outbreak and he was taken to Hartford, where he 
was tried, and his insanity having been proved, he was assigned to safe- 

Never again did he escape to terrify the dwellers in Farmington ; but 
often was the tragedy of that night repeated to awestruck listeners, and the 
story has been handed down to succeeding generations. 

Ellen Strong Bartlett. 

a 2Da\? at ll-lewoatc prison 

Twenty miles north of Farmington, in the little town of East Granby, 
not far from the border of Massachusetts, stands Newgate Prison, grim memo- 
rial of the stern old days when punishment was synonymous with cruelty. 
As I had so often wished to visit the place, attracted by interest both in its 
history and in its copper mine, it was with ready enthusiasm that I seized the 
chance of a trip thither, offered me one pleasant day in June; not the typical 
June day, however. On the contrary, the air was crisp and cold, with great 
white fleecy masses of clouds sailing north with us as we followed the course 
of the Farmington River on its devious way to the Connecticut. On our 
right, sometimes nearer, sometimes farther away, towered the huge dyke, or 
ridge, of trap-rock, known in this region as Talcott ]\Iountaiii, which, begin- 
ning with the famous East Rock of New Haven, runs north for eighty miles 
across Connecticut, across Massachusetts into Vermont; on our left flowed the 
river through it? broad and fertile meadows. Beyond the meadows gleamed 
the distant hills chased over by sunlight and shadow, a vivid contrast of bril- 
liant yellow green and cool, deep purple. 

After three hours driving through this exquisite and ever varying scenery, 

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climbing higher and higher, past West Avon, past Weatogue, through the 
dreary modern village of Tariffville, where we saw acres of white-tented fields 
evidences of a novel experiment in tobacco raising, we crossed at last the 
Farmington River and left it behind ns. Then up and up again, a last hard 
pull up a short steep hill, and there before us we catch a glimpse of the flag 
floating from the old belfry, we see the tumbling walls, moss-grown, we 
drive through the stone gateway bearing the inscription "Newgate 1801," 
into the courtyard of Newgate Prison, so named from the famous old prison 
in London. The site would be ideal, not for a gloomy place of restraint with 
all the attendant horrors, but for some airy French chateau with its dazzling 
white walls, its many angled red roofs, its springing pinnacles, with the fa9ade 
toward the west overlooking a broad and verdant valley bounded by the 
misty Green Mountains while northward rise the dim outlines of the Berkshire 
Hills and behind lies the great dyke, throixgh a break in which we see (or 
think we see at the bidding of our guide,) the gilded dome of the State House 
at Hartford. This was our introduction to Newgate Prison. 

Spending a moment in feasting our ej'es on the stately panorama of low- 
lying plains and western hills, we then followed our guide as he led us 
through the buildings, one in excellent condition, another in partial repair, 
the walls of others in ruins. The guide in sternly conscientious manner re- 
fused to say a word till we were all collected open-mouthed around him, and 
then reeled off his tale monotonously as he pointed out the different objects 
of interest, a few old relics, a chair from the shoe-shop, a dumb-waiter, a long 
rough table, all crude and shapeless, suggestive of the uncouth mode of 
living. There were parts of a tread mill used in the old days to grind the 
wheat for the prison bread, and propelled by thirty men at once. The fatigue 
of this drudgery was so extreme that it was necessary constantly to ' ' shift " 
the men, and it was always a prompt method of reducing the most obstinate 
to subjection. We climbed to the belfry, we peeped through an opening in 
the wall into the women's quarters, we descended ladder-like stairs into a 
low, small room (below another more contracted in size, but above ground), 
licrhted and ventilated by one little window, strongly barred; here, in two 
tiers of bunks on either side thirty-two men passed twelve hours out of every 
twenty-four. The sight recalled tales of the Black Hole of Calcutta. 

Our guide then conducted us, by means of a ladder thirty feet in length, 
down into the copper mine "long since abonded," to quote our pilot. In 
these dreary oppressive depths of fifty, sixty, even eighty feet, each of us 
bearing a lighted tallow candle set in a shapeless candlestick rudely whittled 
from a bit of pine wood, we groped oixr way over wet and slimy rocks, through 
many galleries, or caverns, noticing as we slid and slipt along, the thin veins 
of green copper threading the rock. We saw the gallery which was formerly 

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shut off by a heavy oaken door and used as a dungeon for unrul}' convicts — 
cold, damp, dark. As I peered into the hideous trap sometliing icier than 
tlie chill of the mine sent a shiver through me. I stood astounded at the 
callous heartlessness of those old jailers who dared confine even the basest 
of their fellow men in such a deadly hole. However in justice it must be 
admitted that, according to the records, the prisoners were remarkably free 
from disease. 

The mine was discovered very early in the eighteenth century by the 
settlers who worked it at intervals from 1707 until 1778, when on account of 
the cost of mining implements work was abandoned not to be resumed, until 
in 1 83 1, after the State Prison had been moved to Wethersfield, the mine 
was bought and operated by a private company. The Colony of Connecticut 
began to use these caverns as a prison in 1773; in 1790 the site was selected 
for the same purpose by the State. The guide told us an almost inci"edible 
tale; namely, that two hundred Tories were by Washington's orders sent 
from Cambridge and imprisoned in these depths for five years. On examina- 
tion of the rather scanty historical records, this is found to be in a measure 
true. This letter from Washington to the Committee of Safety in Simsbury 

tells the story plainly enough: 

Cambridge, Dec. 7, 1775. 
Gentlemen : — The prisoners which will be delivered you with this, having been 
tried by a court martial and deemed to be such flagrant and atrocious villains that they 
cannot by any means be set at liberty or confined in any place near this camp, were 
sentenced to Simsbury, in Connecticut. You will be pleased therefore to have them 
secured in your jail or in such other manner as to you shall seem necessary so that they 
cannot possibly make their escape. The charges of their imprisonment will be at the 

Continental expense. 

I am, & so forth, 

Geo. Wasuington. 

There were besides a few other Tories and some common criminals im- 
prisoned at fii\st in the mine, later in huts and sheds above ground, and for 
several years all were forced to labor in the removal of the ore. The mine 
proved profitable only when worked by the Tories and convicts confined 
there — unpaid labor. For this lack of iDrofit there were two reasons: 
first, the vein, though rich in copper, containing from 10 to 15 per cent., in 
places going as high as 40 per cent., is what is called refractory; that is, the 
metal does not separate readily, thus increasing the co,st of smelting; sec- 
ondly, even under these hard natural conditions the mine might have been 
a source of revenue to the Colonists but for the still harder restriction im- 
posed by the home government which prohibited the smelting of the ore in 
this country and compelled the Colonists to .ship it to England. 

To return to the upper air and to the prison proper: On the soutn side 


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of the mclosure, the building once including the chapel, now in ruins, was 
erected m 1790. The building next it at the southwest angle of the wall in 
1800; in this, the one show building, were the kitchen, the dining-room the 
women s quarters, and the two sleeping rooms for the men, already men- 
tioned A stone wall, twelve feet high, replacing the old close picket-fence 
or stockade, and enclosing perhaps half an acre of ground, was built in 1802 
by the convicts. To celebrate the completion of this great task, a banquet 
was served m the tavern opposite the prison entrance at which officers, guards 
and prisoners feasted together. 

The stories, of which there are many variations, none to be accepted as 
authentic, of the attempts to escape show what men will do and dare to re- 
gain their freedom. One man having bribed the guard to let the rope 
dangle down oyer the well mouth, perhaps sixty feet below the surface, had 
dragged himself up nearly to the top, when the guard coming to a realizing 
sense of the enormity of his traitors act-with the wretched price of his 
corruption m his pocket, doubtless -sundered the rope and let his poor 
victim fall back to a death by drowning. Several men at another time re- 
moved the barred gate guarding the drain, or level, built to conduct away the 
water dripping from the ceiling and oozing from the walls of the mine, and 
forced their way through a passage almost too small for them. Two at least 
escaped. There is a legend, not to be relied upon, however, that one man 
of arger bulk than the others stuck fast and was choked in the de'Ms. They 
tell a story of a cripple who, while at work in the blacksmith shop, burned a 
small tube m his cane in which he concealed a file. With this he and his 
fellows began to sever one of the bars of the window in the lower sleeping 
room -the half divided bar is still to be seen. Their only chance to carry 
on this hazardous undertaking was between the hours of six and nine, after 
the men had been shut up for the night. At nine o'clock a bell would ring 
he signalfor all noise to cease, but till that hour the men were allowed to 
talk and sing and otherwise amuse themselves. By good luck one of their 
number had a rude fiddle on which he played to drown the rasping sound of 
he file. The gam of each night was covered by moistened earth patching 
the breach. This went on for two or three nights without detection and the 
bar was more than half severed when the plot was basely revealed by a con- 
vict m the room overhead who hoped by his contemptible deed to be released 
Poetic as well as practical, justice requires that the betrayer's expectation 
should not have been fulfilled-and he remained "in durance vile " 

Perhaps the most dramatic of the many endeavors to break loose from 
bondage IS the following tale related to us by the guide on the very spot 

T t .'f "f °''^'''^- '° ''°^ ^°^^ ^^i^^y "-" -' -o-k in tZ nail 
shop hatched a desperate plot by which to escape. From the pewter buttons 

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of their clothes they molded rude keys to unlock their fetters and, when 
all was ready, at a signal agreed upon, they made a dash across the 
gangway for the yard, determined to overpower the guards and make good 
their escape by the main gate. The first man to rush out was a negro and 
he was met by an officer who, in his excitement and agitation, struck him 
with his sword, scabbard and all. At the same instant a guard leveled his 
gun and shot the insurgent through the head. This prompt and decisive 
act, paralyzing in its quick conclusion and resulting in the death of the 
leader, so cowed the other conspirators that they surrendered without a 
struggle. As a warning of the dreadful fate awaiting all, where the poor 
black man fell — the stone marking the spot is still pointed out — there the 
body lay for four long days. 

In these pages I have written of what has chiefl}- attracted and interested 
me as I read the dubious history of the evolution of the mine into the prison. 
There are many other details, some of them dramatic, some too unpleasant 
to relate. There is always delight in delving in old archives for facts, whether 
the facts are gay or mournful and I have enjoyed the task; but my feeling 
while within the prison walls was one of intense distaste and loathing. I 
was depressed by the wretchedness of it all, and I turned constantly for com- 
fort to the serene and smiling landscape before me. J. M. W. 

Ube Zvccs Hlono3i&c tbc HspFjalt Mall^s 

Along our village street are many fine trees planted by unselfish and 
thoughtful people who have gone before. Yet it may not have been such an 
unselfish act, for a tree's infancy and childhood is very beautiful and the in- 
fant pines and the small oak, with its little hands full of great autumn leaves, 
are a most inspiring sight. The long list of trees that stand at the sides of 
the walks have more to do with the beauty of the town than most of us real- 
ize. But there is quite a variety in this list, which still may be incomplete: 
Horse chestnuts, junipers, kalmia, magnolias, maples, the ash, osage orange, 
pine, oaks, sassafras, slippery elms, tulip, willows, wild cherry, apple, elms, 
basswoods, butternuts, locust, copper beech, dogwoods, hawthorns, catalpa. 
The sugar maple and the elm trees are the most common. The locust trees 
are finely represented in front of Dr. Wheeler's place, soaring upward above 
all the other trees, and on their topmost branches may live the birds who wish 
to be near heaven. In Mr. Charles Lewis' front yard is a fine sinewy double 
rose hawthorne tree, often covered in summer with a perfect mantle of flow- 
ers. The number of elm trees is very conspicuous, headed by the great elm 

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opposite the Elm Tree Inn. This elm used to reach over the road and touch 
the ends of its fingers to the ground in the Elm Tree Inn yard. It has got to 
be so old it felt the need of steadying itself. It was beginning to look like 
the banyan tree we all studied about in Lovell's geography. George Wash- 
ington is said to have planted this tree, but no one believes it any more than 
they do that Washington drank a big mug of toddy in the old inn. We are 
quite surprised when the winter has stripped all the leaves from the trees to 
see some bird's nest quite near the walk; an oriole or a robin has been nesting 
there without our knowledge, seeing and recognizing all the people who go 
to the postoffice and to church. 

Fashions change with the people who walk the streets, but the trees for 
fifty and a hundred years have the sair^e green suit in summer, and yellow and 
brown in the fall. ' ' Ah, " said the maple tree, " it is awful to see our old Farm- 
ington growing into a little city. Look at me, they have cut off five of my arms 
and my blood ran all over this asphalt pavement." "I liked to reach down," 
said the horse chestnut, "and brush the people as they passed with my blos- 
soms. I used to stroke the cheeks of the school girls with my long leaves." 
"And I," said the catalpa, "I am a good mind never to blossom again, I'm so 
mad." "Yes," said the elm, gently, for the elm is always patient and sweet," the 
city will kill us all. I had a sister who lived in the city, and the sewers ran 
through her roots one side, the gas pipes on the other side, and the telegraph 
ran through her cut branches. All day long there was a smell of naphtha 
gas, so that she could hardly breathe, and as for the night she never slept, 
for they had hung a great electric light under her sleepless leaves." 

To those who are intimate with the trees, they are nearer in winter than 
in summer — the refined colors of their plum-colored gray trunks, and the 
networks of branches across the skies. After a long rain Vv'hat wonderful 
lichens start into life on the tree trunks, like those concealed writings that 
come out when held by the fire. "The downy woodpecker, the nuthatcher, 
the chickadees, the brown creeper, I love them all," said the maple tree; "they 
tickle me, but they do me lots of good, picking away the worms and insects. 
When I latigh right out people say, did you hear the wind whistling among 
the bare maple limbs, and when I chuckle softly they say that was the sough 
of the branches. I also chuckle when I see the new spring hats, when I hear 
the school girls talking about their teachers, when I see the artist painting a 
tree or telling someone else how it should be done. Goodness! what do artists 
know about trees, anyway? If I should permit myself to look like one of 
their trees people would chop me right down. I like boys the best because 
they climb right up into my arms, and we have long conversations together 
in the shade of my leaves. I tell you, boys know more than most folks, and we 
have to send them to district schools to keep them from being too knowing." 

Just across the line on what was once the garden of Col. Gay and of three generations of his de- 
scendants, stood the Httie red shop, now removed to the east side of the Waterville road just north of 
Poke Brooic. In 1795 Gabriel Curtis pays Capt. Judah Woodruff thirteen shillings for making for it a 
show window of thirty-two sashes (you can count them to-day if you like) for his son, Lewis Curtis. 
Lewis advertises in the ■• Connecticut Courant " under date of 1799, " That he still continues to carry on 
the clock making business, such as chime clocks, that play a number of different tunes, and clocks that 
exhibit the moon's age, etc., etc.'' — From '• Old Houses in Farmington " by Julius Gay. 

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And now good bye, beautiful trees, the roaring March is here and all con- 
versations must come to a close. I see you smiting your arms against each 
other to warm them. I can see the faint glow in your finger tips. How much 
of pleasure in this life we owe to you, beautiful trees; other friends may pass 
away, may become estranged, but you are always returning with your simple 
peacefulness, with your leaves and flowers. Cyrus E. Bolles. 


Among the new books added to the library is one by William J. Long 
whose books on birds and animals have been a delight to all who have read 
them; it is a satisfaction to find Secrets of t lie Woods as full of interest as 
those preceding it. The collected edition of Mr. Long's work is in two vol- 
umes, one called Beasts of the Field, the other, Foivls of the Air, which I hope 
the Library may one day own. The author states in the preface: "The 
names used here for birds and beasts were given by the Milicete Lidians ; 
the occasional legends referred to have never been written, but were heard 
by the writer before the camp-fire in the heart of the wilderness ; and the 
incidents and sketches are true to life, as I have seen it in many years of 
watching and following the wild things." The above cjuotation is not only 
a good example of the writer's graceful English but also gives the reason for 
the real woodland flavor through all his work. Perhaps most interesting are 
two very dift'erent creatures — the great Bald Eagle sailing proud and in- 
different in the upper air, only moved when the writer succeeds first in 
touching him fairly in the shoulder and later in climbing to the nest and 
viewing the young eaglets from near by, and Tookhees, the little 'fraid one 
peeping timorously from his retreat and warning his fellows of the stranger's 
presence. But our feeling for them all is very intimate and the woods and 
fields have a new meaning as we watch for the Chipmunk, Bre'er Rabbit and 
listen to Ch'gee-gee's greeting. 

Recently we heard one of Mr. Long's lectures dealing with facts in 
Nature chiefly about the animals. The speaker aimed to disprove many 
ideas prevalent in late years that the life of the wild things is mainly tragic 
full of apprehension, terror and the struggle for existence. Certainly, the 
theory he upheld of the joy of life among the animals, the many pleasures 
they have shown in their games and their abundant humor, is much more 
delightful to contemplate than this reign of terror, this drama of pain and 
sorrow which has been described to us. But I think Mr. Long would not 
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or dread of future calamity, where the small boy who throws stones and is 
cruel to his dog would profit by his word. There must be dread of future 
calamity in the minds or intelligences or instincts (what you will) of the 
dog who has been once kicked or the fox who has suffered from a trap. 

Still it is good to hear the "joy of life" insisted upon as a prominent 
characteristic of the beasts and birds and it is very easy to believe in and imi- 
tate in these first days of spring. 

At.l the discussion which is going on in the various reviews concerning 
the function of the public library, its attitude with regard to "new books" 
and its influence on the fiction-reading public is most interesting and makes 
us stop to consider. If we do not get fiction at the public library where should 
we find it? Certainly the last thing these writers would wish would be to in- 
fluence people to buy all these swash-buckler, gadzooks stories so rife to-day — 
and so long as people work and are weary, so long as girls and boys crave ex- 
citement, just so long- will novels of adventure be read and enjoyed. But we 
see no raison d' ctre whatever for the morbidly analytical novel with no liter- 
ary quality to recommend it. If something of the kind must be had, read 
Balzac or Thomas Hardy. There is real beauty of style and literary strength 
and judgment combined with so true a knowledge of human nature. Still 
one would hesitate long before including either of those authors in a list of 
books for general reading. Among the various letters written by librarians 
to the Saturday Times Review was one by Miss Hewins, very practical in its 
suggestions as to the possible usefulness of novels in historical reading. She 
spoke especially of The Tory Lover, one of the new books in our own library, 
as being the basis for a course on early United States history — bringing up 
as it does facts which excite us to read further in the history and biography 
of the period. Thus no one who reads Riehard Carvel should fail to read in 
addition a good life of George Washington, an account of England in the 
time of George III, some of John Fiske. And the Crisis will do more than 
it has to justify its exi.stence if it leads us to make a more thorough study of 
Abraham Lincoln and the Reconstruction period. Henry of Navarre is just 
now a favorite character in romance and we get new and vivid pictures of the 
Huo'uenot persecutions with each succeeding novel. Look up this period in 
a o-ood French history, read some memoirs of that time, — it is all as thrilling 
or more so than the novel itself. Nothing is much more difficult to carry out 
nor more satisfactory when accomplished than connected reading. 

It was a pleasure to find in the library Mrs. Champney's Romances of the 
Medii£val Chateaux, a collection of stories based on old memoirs and charm- 
ingly illustrated by pictures of these beautiful examples of Renaissance archi- 
tecture. This romance and others like it are valuable chiefly as they stimulate 
our desire for more definite knowledge of this most fascinating period in 
French history and lead us to read more history and biography than we 
otherwise would. So by skillful suggestion, by careful grouping, recent fic- 
tion in libraries may be made stimulating and a path to more solid reading, 
rather than the suffocating thing it often is. 

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Zbc 1Rufflc& ©rouse or partrt&cie 

There has been quite a confusion about the ruffled grouse and the par- 
tridge, largely because in the Southern states they call our qrail the partridge 
and our ruffled grouse or partridge the pheasant. But unlike Dr. Jekyll and 
Mr. Hyde, the partridge varies little with his different names. At the foot of 
a bush or by a log in the woods the ruffled grouse makes its nest. A few 
leaves and feathers and the nest is done. These birds that make their nests 
on the ground must be rather lazy, and they hardly take the trouble to make 
much of a home. The whippoorwill lays its two eggs on the bare leaves 
with no attempt at a nest. The partridge makes a little depression and lays 
its ten or a dozen eggs; possibly the partridge would make more of a nest if 
its young had to be fed in the nest as the robins are, but the young partridges 
begin to run about like chickens the moment they are hatched. Already they 
are as wild as the wind, and the least call of danger will make them disappear 
like globules of mercury. Instantly they seem to vanish from the face of the 
earth. It is probably this readiness to disappear which prevents the partridge 
from being exterminated. The prairie chickens which were common enough 
here once were more confiding in man, and have long been exterminated, 
and the last wild turkeys of New England were not fleet enough to escape 
parties of men with trained dogs and were caught in the deep snow and ex- 
terminated in that very New England state that now throws its protective 
laws over all the birds. The woods will lose half their charms with the de- 
parture of the birds. 

When the partridge is setting on its eggs and the woods are still and the 
thick canopies of leaves hardly move overhead, between the leaves the 
blue eyes of heaven are full of peacefulness. Near the nest is the little fern 
Phcgopteris Hcxagoiioptcra, a tuft of Dicksonia that sheds a perfume through 
the woods. Above these in speaking distance is the pendulous nest of the 
red-eyed vireo. When the fox saunters through the wood the partridge has 
a moment of deathly fear, and over and over again she congratulates herself 
that the feathers on her back look like the dead leaves. 

The courting time with the partridge is one of the important events, as 
with all the rest of creation. The cock partridge assumes all the airs of his 
relative the barnyard rooster. The cock partridge arranges with scrupulous 
care his beautiful ruff; no beau of the time of Vandyke ever arranged his 
collar more carefully. He then spreads out his tail like a fan and ad- 
mires the band along the margin; he lifts up the feathers on his crest. 
Aha! He is rolling his drum, his wings fly so fast you cannot see them, and 
a low reverberation like distant thunder fills the woods. Mrs. Partridge is 
lost in astonishment and admiration. 

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"You may have observed there are no wolves, bear or panther in these 
parts," said the cock partridge: "it is the roll of my drum that has frightened 
them away," and he looked about him with defiance. A squirrel had come 
down to listen, and a skunk, although it was daytime, came out of his hole, quite 
near the birds. There was a rustle and buzz of wings that .sounded like thunder 
and the partridges were gone. " Why did you run away so quickly?" said 
Madam Partridge, with the painful directness of innocence. " I did not run," 
said the cock partridge, " I only retired. I could not fight the skunk, he is not 
in my class, as the pugilists say. John L. Sullivan would not even fight with 
a colored man, and I decline to fight with a skunk." " You spared him," said 
Mrs. Partridge, "because he doesn't, — because — because he doesn't smell 
right" and she looked at her lord and master with renewed admiration. 

When the young are hatched, the mother bird takes them under the thick 
bushes and there they meet the woodcock. The woodcock can see the par- 
tridge family arriving without lifting his head; the woodcook's eyes are set 
so far back he could look out of both windows in a car without turning his 
head. "Good morning, Mrs. Partridge, quite a fine brood you have there." 
"And yours?" said the partridge. "Ah, mine, said the woodcock." " we got 
our eggs laid so early in the season, the snow returned again and spoiled thera." 
" That's too bad," said the partridge, " my husband calls that being overprompt 
— the Mrs. Whitman-Julia Brandegee way. I don't understand what that 
means, but my husband was in captivity once, and he knows many things; 
he says every human being would understand. I must say I like promptness," 
said the partridge, "the loon is my ideal. My husband says the loon will dive 
when he sees the flash of a gun." "Well, I don' no," said the woodcock, 
" I don't feel called on to believe all your husband says." Mrs. P. got mad; she 
was a real ruffled grouse for a minute. "Come children," she clucked, "it is 
too warm here." 

We took some half dozen eggs from a partridge's nest and set them under 
a hen. They were all hatched out and excited much admiration, but the old 
hen was one of those old fool hens that steps on their chickens instead of on 
the ground. The little partridges might have got used to it in time, but they 
could not eat the food we gave them. (I have learned since we should have 
fed them for a time on ants eggs.) Anyway with nothing to eat and the hen 
standing on them most of the time, they all died. We also placed some hens 
eggs in the partridge's nest, but we never knew whether they hatched or not. 
Some have claimed they heard a Wyandotte rooster crowing on the side of the 
mountain when the moon was rising full. 

Hardy, breezy ruffled grouse, you are as much a part of the woods as the 
lychens on the rocks, as the polypodies, as the michella repens, as the cones 

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on the hemlocks; would we thank anyone who had exterminated the liverwort 
or the arbutus? These disarrangements of the harmonies of nature are worse 
than those infamous French painters who retouched the pictures by Titian. 


IDUIaoc IRotes 

The library fund has been increased this winter by Si 13, the proceeds 
of an entertainment in the Village Hall and a supper, similar to those given 
heretofore. There is need for this help every year, if we are to find the 
desirable new books on the shelves. Each year there is the sum of $95 from 
members of the Library Association, and the interest $125 from the per- 
manent fund with which to carry on the library work. This work includes 
an outlay of about $60 yearly for magazines, the cost of new books, rebind- 
ing about 200 old books annually, the librarian's salary of $150, and the in- 
cidental expenses, amounting for last year to $432; and for the difference 
between the income and outlay we are largely indebted to private donations. 

When Miss Julia Brandegee in 1882 started a free library with fourteen 
books in Mrs. Hardy's house for the benefit of the Boys' Club, no daring 
prophet foretold the present outcome. When that small beginning had 
grown to demand shelf room for 400 books and found a lodging in the quaint 
old building called Tunxis, opposite Miss Brandegee's home — the same now 
altered and occupied as a dwelling — Thomas L. Porter, town clerk, and 
librarian of the Town Library, which was kept in the back room of his office, 
and was not free, came up to see Miss Brandegee with the greeting: "I 
want to know what you are doing to run out the Town Library." He then 
told her there were not enough people paying 50 cents a year for the privi- 
lege of taking the books to cover his salary of $5, proving that unless a 
library keeps pace with the times it becomes a dead thing. 

Book clubs then supplied the readers in town with current literature, but 
there was nothing done for the children who most needed it. 

Miss Brandegee told the writer that she did not expect to live long but 
wanted to do something while .she was alive, when the free library was 
started. Now she hopes to live to put the books on the shelves of the new 
library. The new library cannot be a secret since Mr. Redfield spoke hope- 
fully of it in his remarks at the dedication of the McKinley Oak, though it is 
as yet the creation of hope and desire only. It would be a fitting completion 
to the Village Green which Miss Sarah Porter gave for the beauty and dignity 
of the entrance to the town, to place upon it an artistic building whose uses 
are secondary only to those of the church and school. 

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The following new books have been added to the library since the first 
of the year: Life of Loivell, 2 vols., H. E. Scudder; Audrey, M. E. Johnston; 
Child's Garden of Verses, R. L. Stevenson; Deborah, Ludlow; Marietta, Craw- 
ford; Romance of the Renaissance Chateaux, Romance of the Feudal Chateaux, E. 
W. Champney; The Valley of Decision, Edith Wharton; Kim, Rudyard Kip- 
ling; Circumstance, S. Weir Mitchell; The Benefactress; The Gateless Barrier, 
Lucas Malet; The Making of a Marchioness, F. H. Burnett; The Tory Lover, 
Sarah Orne Jewett; The Portion of Labor, M. E. Wilkins; The Ruling Passion, 
Henry Van Dyke; Hunting 'Trips on the Prairie, Roosevelt; Highivays and By- 
ways of the Lake District, Bradley; Lr eland. Historic and PictJtresque, Chas. 
Johnstone; TJie Making of an American, Jacob Riis; Short History of Architec- 
ture, 3 vols; TIic Renaissa?tcc in Ltalian Art; The Would Be Goods, E. Nesbit; 
South London, East London, Westminster, Besant; 1 he Outcasts — Mooszva, W. A. 
Eraser; Secrets of the Woods, Wm. J. Long; Livts of the Hunted, E. Seton 
Thompson; A Day with a Tramp, Walter A. Wyckoff; Colonial Furniture in 
America, Lockwood; The Land of the Dollar, G. W. Steevens. 

The Girls' Club will close about April ist a most successful year. The 
Choral Class, under Mr. Walter Davis' direction, has done remarkably good 
work. At the last meeting the class presented him with a silver tipped baton 
as a slight token of their great appreciation of his kindness in giving his ser- 
vices. The various social evenings have been greatly enjoyed, among them 
a valentine party and a sleigh ride. 

The Union Club has had several different meeting places this winter and 
been delightfully entertained by a paper on travel " From the Bosphorus to 
the Baltic," by W. B. Allen; by Mr. Swett's paper on Child vStudy; by one 
from Miss Marot of Miss Porter's school on " vSocial Progress in Relation to 
Public Schools;" a talk by Mr. A. C. Dunham of Hartford on "Modern Uses 
of Electricity," and a paper by Dr. Johnson on his sojourn in Japan. The 
public are cordially invited to these gatherings and coming constitutes mem- 
bership; as it is desirable to keep the club informal, beyond a president and 
committee there is no organization. M. D. B. 


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(Ebauncc\) IRowc 

H)ic& IDcccmbcr 1st, 1901 

Hon. Chauncey Rowe, the subject of this sketch, was born in Farm- 
ington, March 17, 181 5. Concerning his boyhood days there is little known, 
but that he attended the common school of the town and later the "Academy " 
or Simeon Hart's School must be surmised, as all who knew him are willing 
to accord him a high place in erudition as evidenced both in his conversations 
and writings. 

At the age of twenty-one, in the year of 1836, he engaged in business in 
the " Old Stone Store," formerly standing on the site now occupied by the 
present Congregational parsonage, with Chauncey Deming Cowles, who sub- 
sequently entered the ministry of the Congregational Church. His place was 
taken by the father of the young divine, the new firm being composed of Mr. 
Rowe and Major Timothy Cowles. This partnership continued for twenty 
years and was a particularly pleasant and prosperous business venture. 

No better evidence of the popularity and esteem of the young merchant 
by his fellow townsmen is afforded than the fact that at the age of thirty-two 
he was chosen to represent his native town in the General Assembly in the 
session of 1847, considered a mark of rare distinction in those days, when so 
many prominent families had candidates for this position which had been 
honored by some of the most illustrious names in the history of the State. 
Speaker Foster of this session was in the United States Senate during the Civil 
War, and the President of that body during the impeachment trial of President 
Andrew Johnson. Chas. Chapman was a member from Hartford and William 
W. Eaton was in the House from Tolland. Mr. Rowe was re-elected in 1848 
and again five years afterward in the session of 1853. He further served in 
the House of i860 and 1879. He was elected to the Senate in 1854, and was 
Chairman of the Committee on Education. It can be said of Mr. Rowe that 
he filled all the positions of legislative trust and responsibility in a faithful, 
painstaking and judicious manner, winning the friendship, confidence and 
esteem of his associates, reflecting credit upon himself and honor to the town 
he so many times represented. 

Half a century or more ago Mr. Rowe was identified with that famous 
military organization known as the Farmington Grenadiers, holding a position 
as an otficer high in command. Its principal duty was to meet on the 
" Green "on " training day " and there carefully execute the simple manual 
that had been drilled into the company since its organization, which dated 

It has seemed better to print tliese separate accounts of the life of Mr. Rowe as they stand, rather 
than to combine them. 

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some time before or during the Revolution, and then to march in their in- 
imitable manner through the main street of the town to the music of fife and 
drum, which was played in true old Colonial style, and above which, it has 
been stated, the officers' commands could not be heard. Finally the Grena- 
diers disbanded when the number marching was less than the number of 
officers in command. The rest of the day was given over to sports of various 
kinds, and eating gingerbread and "training day cakes," which were freely 
offered by numerous venders. Mr. Rowe was a member of the Harrison 
Veterans, being one of the oldest representatives of that body, and he took 
great pride in recalling incidents of that famous "wide awake " campaign. 
He voted in sixteen Presidential elections, his last vote having been cast for 
President McKinley. 

The Rev. Noah Porter married Chauncey Rowe and Susan Dickenson 
Oct. 9th, 1839. Mr. Rowe was very domestic in his habits and the family 
ties and affections were more strongly marked and developed in his character 
than in that of most men. Two sons, Charles H. and George were his only 
children, George dying at the age of 18 years. Charles, who graduated from 
Yale College in 1862 and the medical department in 1864, was appointed 
assistant surgeon of the Eighteenth Connecticut, of which ex-Governor P. C. 
Lounsbury was a member; later he was appointed surgeon of the Seventeenth 
United States Infantry and was transferred to Texas, where he fell a victim 
to the yellow fever scourge in Galveston, in September, 1867, at the age of 
26^ years. This was so great a blow to the affectionate father that he ever 
afterward bore the marks of a deep grief, and would be moved to tears in re- 
calling the memory of his soldier son. 

The loss of his wife a few years later, added to loss of business, filled his 
cup of grief and sorrow to overflowing. His mental balance for a time was 
threatened, but the later years of his life saw his mind and cheerfulness greatly 
restored, and he was regarded by all his townsmen with a deep and sincere 
affection. His mind was clear and his steps were active until a week or two 
before his death, which occurred on Dec. ist, 1901, at the ripe age of 86 years. 

Mr. Rowe had many of the strong traits of character that stamp the New 
Englander as a man of success. Early thrown upon his own resources he 
acquired a good education for the time, and reaching his majority formed a 
partnership and actively undertook the management of a store, and identified 
himself with the interests of the town. This interest in the town he never 
relaxed until the day of his death, always ready in town meeting or public 
place to advocate and uphold whatever he believed to be for its best advantage. 
During the Civil War he was intensely loyal and patriotic in upholding the 
strong arm of the Union, and aiding to the best of his abilities the officers of 
the government in the discharge of their duties; and afterward he actively 

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interested himself in securing funds and erecting in the new cemetery a 
monument that bears on its sides the names of the battles and the roll of 
honor of our "soldier dead." It was an occasion for him, on each recurring 
anniversary of decoration day, to share his grief with others in making a 
public address, filled with the great sorrow through which the nation had 

The last years of his life were spent in pleasant walks about the town, 
making visits on neighbors and in social intercourse with all, who have only 
the kindest remembrances of their friend and neighbor. 

A. R. Wadsworth. 

Chauncey Rowe was born in the West Farms district, in a house 
where the extremest frugality and even harsh manners ruled — modified, 
however, by a refined and affectionate mother. As a boy of twelve he was 
at service with a neighbor, Vvdiere again he was greatly repressed, but health 
and a strong vein of humor aided him. Later he went to New Britain to 
learn the trade of a tinsmith, but soon came to Farmington as clerk of Mr. 
Timothy Cowles, where he remained as clerk, partner and sole proprietor till 
his store was burned. He had early in life suffered from a sunstroke and the 
lasting effect perhaps made him easily excited and he sank under the loss of 
his business into a melancholy which continued for several years, only gradu- 
ally recovering his old serenity and humor. 

He was greatly afflicted by the death from fever at home of his younger 
son, whom he had restrained from the Civil War. Then came the death by 
yellow fever of his older and, at that time, his only son, who had become sur- 
geon in the army. After a few years his wife died and out of all this he 
emerged at last to quiet patience. 

He could have had only the veriest elements of learning at school, and 
later never much used books but was a great reader of newspapers, yet was 
for I do not know how many years Representative in our Legislature, super- 
intendent of the Sunday School and always ready to serve as he could in the 

[Mr. Rowe must have been a very thoughtful reader and loved to send 
clippings from his papers to his friends or copy favorite poems for them. 
Many such bits did he send to the C/iiirch Nczcs Letter when it was in existence, 
and whenever he wrote anything in the line of historical reminiscence, as he 
was always most willing to do, his style had a quaintness and dignity all its 
own, always distinguished by a certain dry humor. Editor.] 

Mr. Rowe joined the church early, only hesitating to accept the creed 
" election " until it was presented to him in clearer form. He was conserva- 
tive and only smilingly, when compelled, would confess clearer light had 
come in his interpretation of the Bible. 

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No man was more anxious for the good of the village, maintaining his 
own uprightness among young men very different in character. On one oc- 
casion, at a dinner of young men whom he thought his social superiors, finding 
the dinner was itsed as a burlesque of the Lord's Supper, he rose saying he 
would never again dine with them. E. G. Porter. 

Tpie last years of Mr. Rowe's life were marked by that mellowing which 
often appears in the case of those who have no dread of death. He was strong 
in his political opinions and positive in his religious beliefs, but there was no 
rancor and there was a spirit of toleration that made him very charitable. He 
wanted everybody to go to church, and his desire for civic righteousness was 
strong. He was proud of his village and as he went through the street he 
would frequently be seen dragging a fallen branch or picking up a bit of 
paper that were disfiguring the sidewalk. His spirit of kindliness was no 
where more shown than in the chaffing which often occurred between him and 
some who might be found at the postoffice about mail time. He could give 
and take with unbroken good humor and while he never came off second best, 
there was no sting to his wit. 

He hated intemperance and dreaded the effect of social drinking by young 
men. Many can now remember the very kind warnings which he gave when 
he thought they were needed. 

The death of Mr. Rowe was a distinct loss to the best life of the village, 
which loss can be remedied only by copying his spirit. J. G. J. 

Iln jflDemoriam 


The lips are silent which alone could say 
His worthy tribute, we can only lay 

The laurel on his breast, 

And bear him to his rest 
And say, farewell dear soul till break of day. 

Amid the fickle and faint hearted throng 
His heart was steadfast, brave and strong. 

His counsel gave us light. 

His courage gave us might 
To see the right to wrestle with the wrong. 

That sturdy, stalwart presence was a tower 
Of strength and hope in many a trying hour. 

In friendship warm and wise, 

In large self sacrifice, 
In countless kindnesses we proved his power. 

Mr. Rowe had a great fondness for poetry and must have kept much in his memory. This poem 
he sent to the Church Aews Letter on the occasion of some death in the village. He had copied it from 
memory. It seems fitting to add the first stanzas to this short account of his life iu Farmington. 

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Vol. II JULY, 1 902 No. 3 

©l&time MortlMcs of JFarmiiitjton 

IRcv, Samuel Koolicr 

Rev. Samuel Hooker, the second pastor of the Church of Christ in 
Farmington, was installed in July, i66i, as the successor of his brother-in-law, 
Rev. Roger Newton, who in vSeptember, 1657, had been dismissed with the 
intention of returning to England. Of the early life of Mr. Hooker an ac- 
count can be found in Sibley's Harvard Graduates as full and accurate as the 
industr}' of the learned librarian of Harvard University could obtain; how he 
studied at that ancient seat of learning, paying his quarter bills in wheat, 
silver, pork, butter, rose-water, etc., as was the custom of the day; how in 
November, 27, 1654, he was chosen a fellow of the college; how the people 
of Springfield chose him for their pastor February 7, 1659, which honor he 
declined; how the year after his settlement here he was appointed by the 
General Court of Connecticut one of a committee of four persons "to go down 
to New Haven to treat with the gentlemen and others of our loving friends 
there .... respecting an amicable union of the two colonies"; and 
how the colony in 1667 granted him 250 acres of land. President Porter in 
his address of 1840 says: "He was, according to the testimony of Rev. Mr. 
Pitkin, 'an excellent preacher, his composition good, his address pathetic, 
warm and engaging,' and as story relates, he informed a friend of his that 
he had three things to do with his sermons before he delivered them in 
public, ' to write them, commit them unto his memory, and get them into his 
heart.' From this notice, and the well-known fact, that his father was famed 
throughout New England for the force and fire of his pulpit eloquence, we 
have reason to believe that he was a warm hearted and eloquent preacher. 
His death was deplored as 'a great breach upon this people,' and his memory 
was embalmed in the affections of his flock." 

Cotton Mather, in his famous Magnalia, says ' ' thus we have to this day 
among us, our dead Hooker yet living in his worthy son, Mr. Samuel Hooker, 
an able, faithful, useful minister, at Farmington, in the Colony of Connec- 

The list of the published writings of ]Mr. Hooker is a brief one. Some 
of his letters to Rev. Increase Mather and to Rev. James Fitch, from 1676 to 
1682 have been printed. Writing to the former at the conclusion of King 
Philip's War, when the New England mind saw a special providence in every 

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event, he says: "The last report which cometh to me ... is that a 
divine hand hath followed those of our enemies who went Albany-ward. 
Multitudes of them swept away by sickness. ... At this time a very 
malignant and dangerous fever is wandering hereabouts. God seemeth not 
to have finished His controversy with the land." In May, 1677, Mr. Hooker 
preached the Annual Election Sermon from the text (Hosea 10:12): " For it 
is time to seek the Lord, till he come and rain righteousness upon you." And 
the Rev. John Whiting introduces the printed pamphlet to us by an address 
to the "Christian Reader," declaring "in what awful and tremendous man- 
ner the Lord's anger hath of late in special made to appear against his wilder- 
ness people, . . . the inhabitants of many villages made to cease even 
in Israel and some candlesticks removed out of their place," alluding, I sup- 
pose, to the death of Gov. Winthrop. Of the long discourse which follows 
we have room for only a brief specimen, the "Doctrinal Conclusion": 
"When a sinful people have been chastened, and are still threatened but not 
destroyed, it is time for them to seek Jehovah till he comes and rains 
righteousness upon them ; that is, till he, by the efficacy of his almighty 
spirit, makes them a believing, sanctified people." To which he adds : "If 
God rain not righteousness on you, it may be expected that he will rain some- 
thing else. Seek this gentle rain that the storm of his wrath fall not on 
you." In May, 1693, Mr. Hooker preached another Election Sermon which 
the General Court ordered printed "for the people's good." They twice 
repeated the order at subsequent sessions, but no copies of it have come down 
to us. We hear of him not unfrequently on committees and at meetings of 
his brother ministers for matters of public interest. In the witchcraft case 
of Ann Cole he was called in as a consulting divine, just as our material age 
in such matters would call in a consulting physician. He does not appear, 
however, to have been in any way responsible for the tragic ending of 
the case. 

To this writing of sermons and attention to public affairs was added the 
labor of presiding at endless church meetings, and the recording of the inter- 
minable discussions of things now left to other hands. Petty financial matters 
were tediously disposed of. The town built meeting-houses and paid the 
minister, but small charges fell to the church. A peck of wheat from each 
member paid the expense of the communion table, which might be com- 
muted into sixpence in coin or threepence for ' ' brethren whose wives come 
not to the Supper." Much time was wasted on that obstinate, crochety, good 
man, Simon Wrothum, who made more trouble than forty out and out wicked 
men. John Woodruff, borrowing without formal leave some small matters, 
is accused of stealing, and retorts with a charge of lying, and the church 
votes that John did not " err or speak false in this." Meeting after meeting 

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sat upon the matter until both parties made due apology. An era of good 
feeling suddenly set in, and other parties signed a confession concerning 
other matters to be read the next Sunday ; but, alas ! human nature is weak, 
and before Sunday came they privately requested Mr. Hooker not to read it. 
Page after page of Mr. Hooker's record is taken up with the case of " Goody 
Rew," who having committed a certain offence, is sttmmoned before the 
church, not so much because of her offence, as because, not clothing her- 
self in appropriate sackcloth and ashes, she had braved the matter out in 
gorgeous apparel offensive to Puritan taste. Inquisitive neighbors bore testi- 
mony that they had seen two tailors in her house working on a stuff samar. Sew- 
ing societies and lesser tribunals for the discussion of social matters had not 
arisen. Every village quarrel was referred to the church meeting, and a 
lengthy code for their decent hearing and settlement was spread on the 
record. The propriety of the minister taking the guilty brother before a 
town meeting and compelling a confession was considered, together with the 
course to be pursued should the town decline to grant a hearing. Such were 
the labors required of the pastor of the olden time, for which the wisdom of 
Solomon would have been none too great. By the prudence of Mr. Hooker, 
and to the honor of our worthy ancestors, the record is not stained with 
certain numerous cases found on the records of the early churches, fostered 
by the publicity given them. 

On the 22d of September, 1658, three years before his settlement here, 
he was married to Mary, eldest daughter of Capt. Thomas Willett, a man of 
note in the early history of Massachusetts, and who was afterward the first 
mayor of New York city. A very interesting character this Capt. Thomas 
Willett, of whom we have space only to quote from his epitaph ; 

" Here lies grand Willett, whose good naine 
Did mount upon the wings of Fame ; 

Now he's hence gone to his long home, 
And taken from the ill to come : 
Lived here desired, lamented died. 
Is with his Saviour glorified." 

Of his wife, Mistress Mary Willett, the same poet informs us : 

" Yea, Venus, Pallas, Diana, and the Graces 

Compared with her should all have lost their places." 

The church over which Mr. Hooker was installed in 1661 was formed 
nine years before, in 1652, by his brother-in-law. Rev. Roger Newton, and 
six other pious men, known as the "Seven Pillars" of the church. On the 
first of March, i6So, the church record shows a membership of fifty-seven. 

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Some of these, no doubt, were attracted hither by our broad, fertile meadows, 
but many had been members of the church of the Rev. Thomas Hooker in 
Hartford. After his death, when differences arose, some of the church had 
gone with Elder William Goodwin to Hadley, and at length had followed him 
to this town to sit under the ministry of the son of their old beloved pastor. 
Here died Elder Goodwin ; and here, after a pastorate of thirty-six years, 
died the Rev. Samuel Hooker, as the record reads, "on the sixth day of 
November about one of the clock in the morning, A. D. 1697," at the age of 
about sixty-four years, and was buried in the ancient burial ground, probably 
at the spot where the veneration and affection of his descendants dedicated a 
monument to his memory, June 19th, 1895. 

His house stood on the east side of the main street, a little north of the 
point at which the road to the railroad station branches off to the right. 

Julius Gay. 

THE lazy sun is yawning, as it hides behind the town, 
For the Sleepy Time is at hand ; 
And cozy beds are calling, as the sun goes creeping down. 

To each little boy in the land. 
The organ-man is drowsy as he wanders down the street ; 

The leaves are asleep on the tree ; 
And the horses and the wagons and the little dogs you meet 
Are as sleepy as they can be. 

Your bed is calling to yoii, little John, Baby John / 
There'' s a sleepy chair beside it to hang your clothes ufon. 

And I hear the cool sheets saying, " What ?neans this long delaying ? 

It is time you stopped your play itig, Baby jfohn f " 

The chairs are all so tired that to use them is a sin, 

While the floor is asleep, no doubt, — 
And the carpets are the bedclothes that snugly tuck it in — 

You'll wake it if you run about ! 
I heard the cuckoo calling from the big clock in the hall — 

"Hurry up. Little John! " it said; 
And the little clock is ticking, half asleep against the wall, 

"Go to bed! Go to bed! Go to bed!" 

Tour bed is calli7ig to you, little yohn. Baby yohn / 

There's a crinklcy white pillow to rest your head upon ; 

And the little dreams co?ne creeping, — I can see them slyly peeping 

To sec if you are sleeping, Baby yohti. 


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'C:be TRetlrcC* /IDinister 

I CAN hardly believe the ministers need any sympathy, and yet it must 
be rather trying to have every Tom, Dick and Harry, when they are out of 
other work, try a shot at the minister with their popguns and their arrows 
with pins in them. There was a time when the minister was a very great 
man in the community, when with his wig and his ponderous air, and his 
high pulpit with the big reverberating sounding board, he really seemed like 
the Almighty. But gradually the pulpit has come down, down, until a little 
elevation is found to be enough. One man whispered to another: "You 
see, you see: the minister is human like the rest of us." 

I am inclined to think it is the general diffusion of knowledge that cuts 
down the pulpits. There was a time when the clergy led around knowledge 
by the ear, and would only allow remarks of a clerical nature. Knowledge 
hardly dared speak in whispers. Once she timidly said: "The world is 
round, and not flat." Said the head of the church: "Who was that that 
spoke ? " Then there was a slap that echoed round the world. That was the 
little Galileo incident. But now knowledge has grown a big athlete, and 
the slaps come from the other side. " Let us see," it says, "this Bible of 
yours that has made such oppressive characters, and which has tried so hard 
to repress the opening of the human mind ! " 

In the little town in which I was born, .Saints' Rest, there were six or eight 
retired ministers, — men who had done battle with the evil one for many years, 
and only laid down their arms, or had them taken gently from them, by age. 
They were a singularly peaceful people, and their fev/ human frailties were 
all the more striking against their former warlike lives. They were like great 
warriors who had retired and taken up knitting for a pastime. There were 
times when it was not easy for the new minister, a young man, who had 
to fight the devil under the eyes of these old warriors ; those eagle eyes 
which knew every trick of spiritual warfare. Then, too, they could not 
easily put aside the habits of a lifetime. Nature, dammed, enters her protest. 
The instinct of saving reasserts itself, like that Newfoundland dog who had 
to be tied to a tree when the boys were swimming, and who finally broke his 
rope and brought the swimmers ashore whether they would or not. 

The singing in Saints' Rest had gone through many trying stages. 
There were those in the choir who had loud, strident voices and sang always 
below the pitch, and others who, while on the key, were as gentle as the 
sucking dove. There were epochs when the choirs had differences among 
themselves, and the singing was done by the congregation. " For the curse 
of the Lord rests on country choirs," said one of our group of retired 

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ministers, the Rev. Mr. W., and as he said it he shut his long mouth like a 
trap, and glared fiercely through his spectacles. 

There were times when the congregational singing was really fine, and 
again the deacon, who led the singing, would start so high that the hymn 
soon mounted out of every one's range, except of those singers that nothing 
could daunt. There were times when the singers dragged the hymns out 
like molasses candy, and lost all musical form. It was on one of these 
occasions that the Rev. Mr. W. tried to hurry up the singers. He was nearly 
a line ahead of the others. I think the Lord must have been amused at this 
musical steeple-chase. At the close of the race the old minister came out a 
full length ahead. The officiating clergyman said : " Brother W., you drive 
a rather fast team for the rest of us." Brother W. said nothing, but shut his 
long, thin mouth. This may have been the incident that made him not par- 
tial to the officiating clergyman. "Mrs. S.," he would remark, "is a very 
fine woman," and then he would shut his mouth tight, and glare unutterable 
things through his glasses. My aunt tells me that once he reached over 
five or six seats and prodded her in the back with a cane. ' ' What was that 
for? " I inquired. " I led the singing when none of the deacons were there ; 
but on this occasion Deacon H. was there, and, of course, I did not think it 
my place to lead. 'Twas then the Rev. Mr. W. reached over and prodded me 
with his cane some more, and it was quite embarrassing, for all the people 
turned to see. I won't say that he was so very musical: but when the soloists 
sang he was apt to put his mittened hands over his ears until the solo ended. " 

"There are two Jezebels in this town — one Mrs. and the other Mrs. 

." Remarks of this character did not make him beloved. A stern advocate 

of the temperance movement, he provoked much antagonism from the liquor 
element. When he mowed his fields he discovered that his enemies had 
planted wires therein, and when he left a tree partly chopped, in the morn- 
ing it was found full of nails. It seemed as if he grew thinner and more 
warlike every year, and he looked somewhat like a very meager John Brown. 
Not only in church affairs, but in town affairs, he was active, and made the 
town pound very useful by gathering in the stray cows and calves. 

There was a time when our pig, who was so educated she could climb 
out of any pen, — there was a time when she, with her family, were 
making a call in the old clergyman's yard, and they were trying his apples. 
The minister started for the pound with them, and with considerable labor 
drove them safely by our house. Then one of the boys had a happy thought. 
He got the pig pail, which he rattled, and then called: " Pig! pig! " There 
was a hesitation; then a stampede. " There is no place like home." The 
Rev. Mr. W. laid about him with a club; his glasses fell off; his hat was 
gone. Those devils that went into the swine are there yet. Eat enough 

n m 

Sketches in Color and Pencil of Memorial Windows with Iris Motive 

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pork and you will find out. It was a fig'lit between the devil and the 
minister, and for once the devil conquered. 

Possessed with an idea, the Rev. Mr. W. would expound it on his visits 
to his neighbors. One day it would be a di.ssertation on the best way to 
make hens lay (a thrilling question yet). But the minister's way was not so 
successful after all; for we all remarked that his hens breathed hard and held 
their tongues out. Some died, and that ended the experiment. 

One day he announced that his son had returned on a furlough from the 
war. He also announced that his son would kiss all the young ladies who had 
brothers in the army, — kiss them for their brothers. It was quite a pretty, 
simple plan, was it not.? A flutter of excitement went through the village of 
Saints' Rest; for the son was young, and not bad looking. There were some 
elderly maidens who thought it silly to run away; but the proclamation put 
most of the younger girls into temporary hiding. But we must not be too 
critical lest we become like the brown nuthatch, that goes round and round 
the tree trunk looking eagerly for worms, and does not remark the beauty of 
the tree. 

We are all well aware of the retired ministers' lovable qualities. Behind 
every movement for the uplifting of the town — of the community — we could 
count on finding our group of retired ministers. And in spite of frictions 
with deacons, with choirs, and perhaps after being dropped from their places 
to make way for some young recruit at the instigation of a bevy of old maids, 
— in spite of all these things and hundreds of other events incident to a 
minister's lot, they went into retirement with a sweetness and serenity that 
made their lives like those fresh water springs which flow upward perpetually 
through the brine of the ocean. Cyrus Bolles Cutler. 

Cburcb MinDow decoration bv? jfavminoton Hrtists 

The Farmington Magazine has taken much pride and pleasure in its 
attempt to describe the different forms of art and native industry in which 
some of the residents, past and present, of this village have engaged. The 
list would be far from complete if we did not give some description, inade- 
quate as it must necessarily be, of the work in stained glass done by the 
Misses Maud and Genevieve Cowles during the past year. 

The subject of stained glass has received more and more attention during 
the last twenty years, and in America we may well be proud of the strides 
that have been made in this art. The method of making stained glass win- 
dows differs somewhat in this country from that used in England; indeed, the 
term stained glass hardly applies to the English windows. There the surface 

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of the glass is painted in enamel colors, and sometimes one sheet of white or 
plain colored glass is painted several different colors, while here the glass is 
colored when it is in a molten condition and pieced and plated. The leads in 
American windows are part of the design, often forming the outlines of 
figures, etc. ; but in English windows the outlines are drawn or painted, the 
leads crossing them arbitrarily. In the La Farge glass each separate color is 
generally a separate piece, making the window one great mosaic. This is a 
method very similar to that which has given us the glorious stained glass of 
very early mediaeval times, such as the earliest rose windows. 

The story of the first orders received by the Misses Cowles is in many 
ways an interesting one. They had decided, after finishing the illustrations 
for the Christmas edition of " My vStudy Fire" to find, if possible, some way of 
reaching more nearly their ideal in art, which was to use their ability in 
decoration in such a way that more beauty might be brought into the lives of 
the poor and usually neglected classes. They hoped they might be able to 
secure orders for frescoes or other decorating in such places as churches, 
asylums, hospitals, or prisons, — decorating in which the subjects should be 
religious and symbolic. But how to find a way! Many discouragements 
were met, and much advice to content themselves with a form of art in 
which they had done well in the past and not enter a new and far more diffi- 
cult field. Led by their sympathy and reverence for the old Italian masters, 
whose work was a spontaneous expression of the religious life of their times, 
it seemed natural to the yoixng artists to appeal first to their own church for 
encouragement. After a number of efforts the opportunity they had longed 
for came through this appeal. They had hoped to get some frescoes, as they 
were trained for that through illustrating; but, to their surprise, a desire was 
expressed for them to design two memorial windows and two decorative 
borders for panels. 

This seemed a great undertaking, as the requirements for work in stained 
glass are very complicated; but the very fact of receiving such a commission 
seemed to be in itself a reason for encouragement. There are two methods 
of searching for a design, — either to take a wholly new motive from nature 
and modify it to suit the purpose, or to find some motive already used and 
build on that. The windows were to be floral in design; so the iris was 
chosen, and the second way of finding the motive was finally used, and an 
arrangement of iris found on an old altar screen was employed as the founda- 
tion. The iris is one of the most symbolic of flowers religiously, having been 
connected with sacred things since the days of the Egyptians. Among the 
ancients the three upper petals stood for faith, wisdom, and valor, and as a 
whole the flower is a type of eloquence and power. Later this flower was 
found to be a most fortunate choice, as it is connected with the life of the 
patron saint of the church where the windows were to be. 

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Sketches for the windows were finally made, grouping on the window in 
memory of the man, apples above the iris; on the woman's, rosebuds, sym- 
bolic of strength and beauty. These sketches were sent for criticism and 
suggestion to a past master in the art of window painting, a critic who 
proved kind, but most just. The sketches were returned with the verdict : 
good, but not the best the artists were capable of doing. So work was begun 
again from the beginning, and finally the master declared it satisfactory. 

Before these memorial windows, which were made in the work-shop at 
41 Washington Square, were finished, another order was received for a win- 
dow in memory of a deaconess in Grace Church, the window to be placed in 
the honor room of Grace Church, New York. The sketches and designs for 
this window were made in this room, and boys connected with Grace Church 
nursery posed for the figures of the choir boys. The subject was chosen on 
account of the close association of this deaconess with the choir boys. The 
little boys were much impressed with the importance of their occupation, and 
dressed in the worn-out vestments which the choir master kindly lent, were 
excellent models. If they were at times at all restive, a chocolate cream 
placed on the top of the book made a good focus for their attention, the 
forfeit of the candy being sufficient punishment for the restlessness which 
should dislodge it. Some of the first sketches were made in the church 
itself, and there the pose was taken almost unconsciously, so awe-struck were 
the boys to be standing in that section of the dim, beautiful edifice. The 
attitudes and whole idea of this window also is symbolic. Passing from the 
glory of childhood into the dimness of after-life is like going from the bright 
choir-room into the dim church; and all the attitudes are expressive of some 
emotion, such as holiness, rapture, and boyish eagerness. 

After the designs for this window were finished, the execution of the 
window was given to the Misses Cowles instead of sending it to England, for 
all the windows in Grace Church are pamted instead of stained. Many dif- 
ferent stages have to be gone through in the making of a window, especially 
one where the painting is done with enamel colors. The colors must be 
ground just as the old masters did theirs, and some mixed with oil, some 
with water. The full-sized cartoon on paper having been made, the design 
from that must be traced on a full sheet of glass, which is called the case/, 
and black lines painted on this where the leads come. Then papers are 
pasted on the glass corresponding to the different parts of the design, and 
these removed, one at a time, and the space filled with a piece of glass. 
These pieces are fastened to the ease-/, and to each other by lumps of wax. 
The colored glass is of different kinds, varying from a quarter of an inch to 
one inch in thickness, ^ — some almost transparent, some opalescent. With 
the opalescent glass porcelain has been mixed to make it less transparent, 
and this kind is largely used in the making of draperies. 

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The painting of the window must be done in series : first, the outline 
painted, and that fired or dried; then all the surface must be covered with the 
shadow or half-tone ; then, with a stub brush, the high lights are scratched 
out, and then the half-tones are picke'1 out with a needle, thus leaving dotted 
lines. After this the whole must be washed in oil of turpentine and tar, and 
the deep tones put on. Then the pieces are sent to be fired, with fervent 
prayers that all may go well. When the glass is fired it is heated red hot, 
and sometimes this process changes the colors most surprisingly. In the 
window which we are considering, what was the dismay of its builders at dis- 
covering on the return from the furnace a small choir boy with a brick-red 
countenance, thus necessitating a fresh supply of glass. 

In England many kinds of glass are used which are not imported to this 
country. So to make this memorial window correspond to those made in 
England rolled glass was used for painting in draperies, and the opalescent 
and other varieties of American glass were using in plating the drapery 
behind, thus making the colors richer. Sometimes the artists used a little 
oil paint between the layers in order to modify the coloring. Very much 
plating is done in the American windows ; even the leads can be modified or 
concealed by putting sheets of glass over them. There must be three 
designs made for windows built in this way : one for leads, one for values, 
and one, very small, for colors, and the change from one to another is like 
transposing a piece of music from one instrument to another. 

One difficulty about the stained glass lies in the fact that one is never 
sure of duplicating colors chosen. Though the same ingredients are put in 
the crucible, the same colors do not necessarily result. Then the colors differ 
in their constructive powers. Purple and blue are not supporting colors, and 
have a curious way of spreading, eo seeming at a distance to be much larger 
than they actually are. In the memorial window with iris design, shown in 
illustration, blue was used under the iris till it looked as if the flowers were 
resting on air, and all had to be changed. Green, yellow and red are sup- 
porting colors. 

Much of the glass used in plating is very beautiful, — opalescent, with 
flaming or blue misty eft'ects. As has been said, the building of the 
deaconess memorial window was entrtisted to its designers, and they went 
into the work-shop under the auspices of the Church Glass and Decorating 
Company, where are executed the designs of many different artists. But 
though president, superintendents and workmen were most kind and helpful, 
much had to be worked out by one's self, and the best way of combining the 
painting and American method of plating discovered. The workmen must be 
artistic, as few artists carry out their own designs, and all receive high wages 
and have their own special part in the building of the windows, from the 
worker in colors to the "putty artist." 

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Finally, after six weeks of work in the work-shop, the window was com- 
pleted, with no accident and all promise of satisfaction to the owners. At its 
dedication all the little boys who posed were invited, and eagerly pushed 
forward to find themselves in the strange portrait. Great encouragement had 
been given the young artists because of the faith of all concerned that, in 
spite of the newness of the task, all would go well. 


Once a year the earth crosses the borders of Paradise, and the Lord lays 
His hand on the earth's head and speaks some cheering words, and takes the 
record of the year. Every tree is dressed in its heaviest suit of green. It is 
at this time that the Lord presents the earth with the rose. All through the 
winter the earth hides the rose in her bosom, and when the summer comes 
again she brings it forth changed into a thousand varieties; and the Lord 
smiles, and the earth smiles, and it is June. 

"Take these thorns for a bodyguard," said the earth; and she planted 
the rose where she could see it. " Let me smell of it," said the South Wind. 
" Let me blow its petals open," said the West Wind. 

" Let me hold it against my heart," said the lover, " and keep it forever 
among the leaves of memory." 

Red roses and white roses, yellow roses and pink roses, without a word 
they eloquently tell of the beauty and goodness of God. In every garden 
they grow and twine their branches lovingly around the meanest hovel or 
greatest palace. And out in the pastures are the Sweet Briar and the Dog 
roses, and there they make spots and corners of loveliness upon God's rugged 
earth. The Sweet Briar especially overflows with happiness. Every leaf is 
like a letter from one we love. 

Our New England climate will not permit us to raise the thousand differ- 
ent varieties of the rose, and we have to be content with the hardy kinds 
that can brave the winters. If I were to try and name all the beautiful roses 
that can be grown, I might slip into verse writing ; so I will spare you and 
name a few that we should all have: The Crimson Rambler, the Old Persian 
Yellow, the York and Lancaster, Madam Plantier, the Hybrid Sweet Briar, 
Fisher Holmes, and Margaret Dickson. What visions of happiness their 
names call before one! We should not grudge the little care required for 
a flower that gives such bountiful returns as the rose. 

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The rose-breasted grosbeak is one of our native birds that has become 
much more common in the last thirty or forty years. The older ornithologies 
speak of the rose-breasted grosbeak as quite a rare bird, and mention Middle- 
town, Conn., as one of the places where this bird may be found. The nest 
may be built in some tall bushes, and the male may be seen sitting on the 
eggs, his rose breast showing over the edge of the nest. 

The rose-breasted grosbeak is one of our most beautiful singers. Its 
song has great variety at times, and it might be mistaken for the Baltimore 

Some have wondered why the rose-breasted grosbeak wears the colors of 
the rose across its breast. It was discovered that one of its songs was in 
praise of a red rose, and Nature was so much pleased with this song that she 
presented the grosbeak with his magnificent decoration. 

It is said to be a luck-day when one sees a rose-breasted grosbeak. So 
keep your eyes wide open and your mouth shut, and may all good fortune 
wait upon you! Ralph C. Nourrit. 

"JTbe Meatber propbet 
JBcfore tbe Storm 
t wish, by gosh 

I'd give my head 
If this e'er hay was in the shed ! 


no bigger than a tree .'' 
Soon as the sun begins to set 

I kalkerlate we'er like to get 

Yes, that is him, tjie Quail — "more wet." 

The Quail and me agree. 

The swallow flew quite low all day. 

"We're bound to have it wet," they say — 

"Get in your hay, get in your hay, 

"Or if it 's green, why let it lay ?" 

Those mackerel backs, them long mare's tails, 

Them is a sign that never fails — 

They sure betoken rain. 
The tree-toad cried this afternoon, 
And that is sure a rainy moon 

That dips down by the grain. 


ITbc Storm 

t ong lines of heavy clouds 

'— ' Black as a raven's wing, 

Reaching along the sky from east to west 

And grasping all the heavens in their arms. 

Sudden a ragged chasm in their sides 

Loosens a crooked shaft of molten fire; 

Deep rolls the thunder on the lightning's heels, 

Rolling and echoing through the vaults of heaven. 

Until the upper heavens clap their hands, 

And shout their voices to the throne of God. 

I1 1(11 
Bftcr tbc Storm 

Its lovely face half buried in the mire; 
In the far distance, with a parting moan, 

The thunder cloud has sheathed its sword of fire. 

Ah! what a peace, when not a leaflet stirred. 
When the clear puddles mirror the bright sky; 

Again we hear the music of the bird. 

Or listen to his wild, his homeless cry. 

R. B. B. 

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©ne of ifarmington's jFoes 

Among the least desirable of the immigrants that have ever landed in 
this country from Europe the elm tree beetle holds an unenviable preemi- 
nence. It arrived here about sixty-five years ago, and, although unwelcome, 
evidently intends to stay. It has a name — Gakruca Xanilwnuloena — which 
is as hard to pronounce as the beetle is to fight. 

The beetle has no human friends, but is fortunate in proving an excep- 
tion to the old saw, slightly paraphrased : 

Bugs have other bugs to bite 'em, 
And so it goes ad injijiituin. 

And this is the chief cause of concern to its human enemies, for they have to 
fight it alone. To come down to cold facts, Glover tells us that the beetle 
was imported into this country in 1837 from its home somewhere in South 
Germany, Austria, or France. Our friend, or rather our enemy with the 
unpronounceable name, made itself quickly at home, unpacked its belong- 
ings, and prepared to settle. It spread quite slowly along the Middle Atlantic 
seaboard from Virginia to Massachusetts, and up to the present is confined to 
about the above section. We who live in Farmington are familiar with the 
little beetle, about a quarter of an inch long and of a yellowish brown color. 
It has come into our houses an unwelcome guest. 

Along about the middle or latter part of May the beetle makes its appear- 
ance, and having no eye for the beauties of nature, but a very healthy appetite, 
proceeds to puncture the elm leaves as if they had been attacked by a shot- 
gun. At this period the little brown eggs are laid, usually on the under side 
of the leaves. Then the beetle having done considerable damage to the 
foliage, though perhaps no real injury to the tree itself, and provided for 
posterity, ends its miserable little existence and falls to the ground a corpse. 
The eggs survive, however, and these eggs in the course of about a month 
hatch out into slug-like yellow and black little creatures, which are the chief 
offenders, for they skeletonize the leaves, mostly from below, but also at 
times from the upper side of the leaf, causing the leaf to turn brown, curl up, 
and eventually fall. 

Now, a tree, like an animal, has lungs, only the lungs of the tree hap- 
pen to be leaves. By means of the leaves the trees extract nourishment from 
the atmosphere, and they depend on this nourishment for their life as they 
depend on the moisture from the earth. When the leaves fall prematurely 
the tree figuratively gasps for breath, and, unless it is a good, strong tree, 
soon becomes sick. Now imagine the effect of a drought. The poor trees, 
with their lungs diseased, are tormented by thirst, and the weaker ones droop 
and die. 

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Horrible examples are not wanting to prove this theory. A glance at the 
elm in front of Mrs. Brady's, or at one opposite Mr. Wadsworth's, will tell 
the story of what the beetle can do and is doing. 

Several years ago the Farmington Forestry Apociation was formed, and 
commenced operations by spending several hundred dollars on a steam pump, 
wagon, hose, etc. All the elms in the village were sprayed with beneficial 
results; but as all the elms were sprayed, the general public perhaps failed to 
realize the real good done, as there were no unsprayed trees at hand to make 
comparisons with. This year a few of our citizens, desirous of preserving 
their trees, talked the matter over, and coming to the conclusion that it 
would be difficult to arouse sufficient interest in the limited time, decided to 
hire out-of-town men to come with their own apparatus and spray at least 
some of the trees. This was done, and seventy trees were sprayed. So this 
year, for the first time, an intelligent comparison can be made, as only a 
minority of the trees in the village have been sprayed. 

The writer is of the opinion, whether the result of this year's experiment is 
successful or not, that steps should be taken on a larger scale next year to pre- 
serve our elms. They are worth saving, from both an artistic and a business 
standpoint. To preserve our elms the community must act as an individual, 
and it strikes the writer that this is well worth the consideration of our borough 
government. Under the borough laws the individual is debarred, and prop- 
erly, from cutting down or trimming the trees in front of his house without 
the consent of the borough authorities. The borough takes away a privilege 
from the individual. Does not this entail an obligation of some kind to him ? 

The present way of fighting tlie elm tree beetle may not be the best way, 
although it is the best way that we know of now. It is a subject well worth 
the consideration of all who have the interest of Farmington at heart, and it is 
scarcely credible that the borough of Farmington, and more especially their 
Warden and Burgesses in congress assembled, will allow themselves to be 
beaten by a little beetle a quarter of an inch long — our enemy, Galcrnca 
XanthojHcloena . 

W. Bradford Allen. 

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To RETURN to the days of rag carpets and brick ovens would scarcely be 
the choice of people enjoying the luxuries of to-day ; but it gives them a 
distinct pleasure to step into the past for a half hour, a pleasure close at hand 
in the privilege given by Miss Pope to go through the O'Rourkery. This, as 
may be known to all is an old farm house on High street, once belonging to 
Mr. O' Rourke, which passed into Miss Pope's possession several years ago 
and which she has fitted up in perfect keeping with the customs of the times 
in which the house was built. 

The outside shows the architecture that was the outcome of necessity for 
protection against Indian attacks — the overhanging second story. The inside 
reproduces and follows faithfully in most details the simplicity and severity 
of even ■ the prosperous householder of a hundred years ago. Nobody 
attempting to live in an old house nowadays would dispense with the comfort 
of modern heating and plumbing. These are found here but they do not 
exclude the fire - place or the quaint corner wash-stand. There are fine 
specimens of four-posters with their canopies and hangings and patch quilts 
of riotous gaiety, and beside each is found the demure candle-stand so puritan- 
ical in suggestion that one would hesitate to lay upon it the Dolly Dialogues 
or the Confessions of a Frivolous Girl. The ancient timepiece countenances 
on the wall only samplers and high colored prints, and the melodeon suggests 
the psalm singing that satisfied all the musical instincts of the times. 

All the furnishings are genuinely old and the survival of the brilliant 
black and red table cloth in the "settin' room " is a triumph of vigilance 
against its natural enemy. Its color and design make one glad to live in the 
days of Ruskin and Morris. The many impressions one brings away of 
spacious rooms, simple and elegant lines of furniture, of light and air in 
every corner and an absence of small things that crowd, make the survey a 
lasting pleasure. 

During the last twelve years some additions to the original structure 

have been made and one room in the ell has grown into a shop, best described 

by its sign, so modest that it has never appeared, — "Odd and End Shop" ; 

where every day soothing beverages that invigorate in the cold of winter and 

refresh in the heat of summer are much sought by Miss Porter's school girls 

and occasional villagers and visitors. No better summing up of the resources 

of this unique place could be found than the lines sent as a joke by a Hartford 

lady : 

®^& an5 JEn& Sbop 

Gentle stranger, will you stop 

And raise the latch of my small shop }^ 

Do not pass by in restless haste 


Pit rtc -T-Tjc: n'pAttof 

' Orxr, AMn pMn CJu 

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I've something here for every taste. 
Mittens for both girls and boys, 
Knitted reins and other toys, 
Hot roast peanuts, toothsome cates, 
Ginger snaps, and Bagdad dates. 

Coffee too, which you must know- 
Grows in sunny JMexico, 
On far Esperanza's height, 
Where the coyotes cry by night. 
You'll find its flavor unsurpassed 
To crown the end of your repast ; 
Although you sail o'er seven seas, 
Stopping anywhere you please 
I'll be bound, you'll never see 
The equal of our special tea. 
Named for England's ancient tower. 
Symbol of her might and power. 
Every day we serve it here 
With cream and sugar, or just clear. 

Should you want a dolly drest. 
Or a golfer's hand-made vest, 
Or a rug of colors gay. 
Leave your order now I pray. 

Time forbids that I detail 
All the goods I have for sale ; 
Come and see them, row on row, 
Something you will buy I know. 
Should you hail from foreign climes, 
Nor understand our English rhymes, 
With just, though modest pride I'd say : 
" /c/, madamc, Pon parlc Francais.'''' 

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XCbe /IDen&i Unftians Hoain 
a Sftctcb 

It was a most singular episode in the quiet life of Farmington which 
brought to us the band of Mendians in which were included three Mendian 

One of these, by name Tamie, was sent directly to and remained with 
me until their departure for their native land, and she proved a most interest- 
ing personality. About fourteen years of age, she was tall, straight as an 
arrow, and lithe as a willow, with a soft low voice and a sweet smile which so 
far as I remember, never developed into a laugh. Her nature was rather 
serious and yet she was uniformly cheerful. 

She liked to talk of their simple life in the village from which she was so 
rudely taken. Their houses must have been bee-hive looking structures, 
wrought from grasses and twigs and placed near together, I think for safety ; 
and it would seem that real work never occurred to them, but games, and in 
maturer years athletics engaged them. 

It was remarkable how easily Tamie learned to speak our language and 
she could read quite well. The first verses of the chapter commencing: "Let 
not your heart be troubled," with the "Lord's Prayer," the "Sermon on the 
Mount," the Psalm, "The Lord is my Shepherd," were favorites. 

She cared little for play here, the conditions were so different from those 
at home, but she was fond of flowers and particularly enjoyed a little garden 
which she tended carefully. I remember her joy when I had been preparing 
pineapples, she asked for the green crowns to plant and was so delighted when 
they began to grow. Her perceptions were keen and her questions innumer- 
able. In going to and from her school daily, she passed the home of a friend 
of mine who almost every day met her at the gate and had a little talk with 
her and at parting would send her love to me. This Tamie said with a smile, 
she only gave now and then, adding, " It is no good every day." 

They as a band, enjoyed the hospitality extended them and several of the 
men came repeatedly to my home being mainly attracted by a French mantel 
clock, and it was interesting to watch them as they discussed it, their physical 
aspect revealed so much although I could not understand a word. 

One night after all had retired to their rooms, Tamie came to my door 
and when I opened it, she stood there the picture of despair ; taking my hand 
she led me to a north window in her room when she exclaimed "I think we 
never see Mendi any more." The banners of an extremely brilliant Aurora 
Borealis were flashing in the sky and she was sure they would be destroyed 
but was reassured when I told her that at certain seasons we often had those 

I felt sorry to part with Tamie for she was very interesting and I wonder 
shall we meet again. J. M, Brown. 

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The removal of an old house around which cluster the associations of 
many generations of owners is like the removal of an old friend and may 
justify a passing notice. Opposite the Savings Bank stands a long wooden 
building in which the writer in his early days, almost as far back as memory 
reaches, attended a dame's school such as Shenstone vividly describes in his 
Schoolmistress. The southern part of this venerable building dates back to 
the time of good Deacon Smith, whose wife inherited the premises from her 
father, Captain Ebenezer Steele. He was called by Dr. Porter "the meek 
and affectionate Deacon Thomas Smith . . . who served in the 
office but a few years, but he had served well and his death was lamented." 
To their son Thomas they gave in 1773 a lot eighteen feet wide on which he 
built the north third of the present long house. In 1778 the whole came into 
the possession of j\Ir. Chaunccy Gleason, who sold it in 1791 to i\Ir. Reuben 
Smith Norton. The latter, a wealthy merchant, built a brick store in the 
corner of Solomon Whitman's garden, which building now forms the southern 
part of the office of the Farmington Savings Bank. After numerous transfers 
the old house became the property of Mr. Samuel S. Cowles and later of his 
sister, Mrs. Mary C. Hardy. The yellow house next north was built by 
Captain Judah Woodruff in 1769 on a lot given by Deacon vSmith and his wife 
to their son Samuel in 1764. The daughter of the latter, " Mary Ann Smith 
of precious memory," as she was styled by Dr. Porter, married Esquire 
Horace Cowles, into whose possession the whole property passed, a man to 
whose indomitable energy and perseverance the town owes most of its pro- 
gress for a whole generation. From him the property passed to his son 
Samuel, who was the second treasurer of the Savings Bank, and in whose 
southwest parlor the bank had its habitation for several years. To him the 
bank owes, not its origin, but its great enlargement and the firm foundation 
on which he left it. The old wooden buildings will doubtless be soon removed 
by the present owner, Mr. Noah Wallace, to whose good taste we shall look 
for a great improvement of our street. 

Julius Gay. 

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l^illaoc IRotes 

Since tlie last issue in March, Farmington has had its ripple of excite- 
ment in the changes of ownership of real estate. The Hardy place on Main 
street has passed to Mr. N. Wallace. The Hamilton estate has been bought 
by Mr. L. A. Storrs of Hartford. There are rumors of more changes to 
come, as some people who have lived here for short periods find that the 
charm of our village is surely drawing them back. 

Everybody has felt an anxious and sympathetic concern in the fluctvia- 
tions of the illness of our loved and esteemed townsman, Mr. A. A. Redfield. 
We fear that the effort it required to attend the Constitutional Convention 
and the speeches he made there demanded more of him than we should have 
asked. In return we can only say that the distinction he conferred upon the 
town by representing it will never be forgotten. 

The last Monday in April brings the election of borough ofEcers. This 
year two burgesses were voted for and re-elected, the other four, as well as 
all other officers, holding over till the next election. 

The notice for the annual meeting of the Village Improvement Society 
brought out a gathering of four people. Probably the feeling that the 
borough has taken the matter of improvements off our hands had much to 
do in reducing the attendance, but there are still things to be done outside 
the power of the borough. The library, like a college, is always in want. A 
library building fund needs a start so that the day when our books are safe 
from fire may be brought nearer. Some help toward a new district school- 
house, or even an added room on the old one, would be a fine object for future 
effort ; the curbing and proper care of the two triangles, one at the junction 
of High street and Farmington avenue, the other at Main street and Union- 
ville road, would add much to a pleasant impression of the entrance to the 
town. The village green is looking this year as Miss Porter wished to see it, 
and the care of the two triangles would seem but a proper and grateful 
addition to her perpetual gift. Something has already been done privately 
to improve the lower piece. Should the gypsy moth invade our region, the 
Village Improvement Society could instigate an active campaign against 
that enemy. With objects, present and possible, that need the aid of so 
effective an organization, it seems unwise and unfortunate to allow it to 
die out. 

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To SAY that the scenes from "Cranford," given by the Wethersfield 
ladies, was not thoroughly appreciated would be a reflection on our reputa- 
tion as enjoying the very best. If such was the case, it must have been 
because the characters of "Cranford" were not so familiar to us as they 
deserve to be. The story is a very quiet one ; but doubtless there might be 
a livelier dramatization of it, and we hope there may be one presented by 
local talent next winter. 

The Howells play. May 13, was surprisingly well given, and discovered 
to us genuine dramatic ability in the two principal roles. The shadow play 
of "Bluebeard," which was the "curtain-raiser" with the curtain down, 
delighted the children. The novelty of the evening was ''Daniel in the 
Lion's Den," a musical scene for the 'cello, which brought its composer, Mr. 
R. B. Brandegee, an encore. These opportunities for laughter and enjoy- 
ment do us so much good that a dramatic club, presenting several plays a 
season, would be a welcome addition to our village life. The caste of the 
farce was as follows : 


Mrs. Willis Campbell, ........ Miss Cora Klauser. 

Miss Rice, .......... Miss Jennette Vorce 

Miss Greenway, ......... Miss Hilda Johnson 

Jane, ........... Miss Daisy Hart. 

Mr. Willis Campbell, ........ Mr. C. Foster. 

Mr. Welling, . . .' Dr. Griggs. 

The sixth year of the sewing school closed with an exhibition on June 
14. The dressmaking class showed four completed, tasteful summer gowns, 
exceedingly well made ; also several shirt waists of different materials and 
designs. The infants' clothing, made by the upper classes, showed skill and 
patience, and the work of the next lower grade was excellent for the age of 
the scholars. The stitches on the geometrical designs taken by the youngest 
class always seem the most important to me, as "it is the first step that 
costs," and nobody can entirely estimate the effort it took to make the stitches 
so small and even, — a credit to both teacher and pupil. All who attended 
must have felt how much Miss Pope is doing in this way for our town. 

The cooking school has also had a successful season, and there ought to 
be some well-cooked cereals, gems, fishballs, etc., prepared by young hands 
on thirty-two breakfast tables some time during the year. 

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The concert at the church finally benefited the library fitnd $32.50, as a 
suspension of contributions for the Martinique sufferers was advised. The 
varied program given by Mrs. Dobyns, Mrs. R. Brandegee, and Mrs. F. L. 
Scott gained an added charm from the delightful acoustic properties of the 
church. Dr. Johnson, by special request, made a short address on the sub- 
ject of the catastrophe at Martinique and St. Vincent. 

The lawn tea and sale at Rector Deans' yielded $40, which starts the 
fund for electric lights in St. James'. A similar occasion at Mrs. A. D. 
Vorce's, given by the Fortnightly, brought in $35, which more than com- 
pletes the cushion fund for the Congregational Church. 

The weather did not favor an outdoor ping-pong tournament at Mr. W. 
K. Chase's, but it proved an enjoyable occasion and added $35 to the funds 
of the Girls' Friendly Society. 

It would not do to allow the tradition of the strawberry festival to lapse, 
so the Christian Endeavor Society took it in hand on June 13, and gave a 
charming supper in the Village Hall, which cleared over $50 to be devoted 
to the purchase of pulpit chairs. 

The Unionville Town Hall has been finished and turned over to the 
town. It has not robbed the State House of the distinction of being the 
only public building kept within the limit of the appropriation. There is 
one bill still unpaid, which, if settled, will bring the cost of the hall to more 
than $20,000. 

A STACK of steel book-shelves, seven and a half feet high, costing $107, 
have been ordered for the library. This purchase is covered by the proceeds 
of the three entertainments given for the library fund, and can be used later 
in a fire-proof library building which we look forward to having. 

M. D. B. 


The closing exercises of the Center School took place Wednesday, June 
25th, and for the first time these were held in the Village Hall. Tickets 
were given to the children for circulation among their families and friends 
and a large and much interested audience gathered in response to the very 
general invitation. 

The program consisted of songs, in which the children have been trained 
at school, and which they sang most creditably, essays and recitations, and a 

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play, " Scenes from Little Women," for which they were drilled by Mrs. Swett. 
The writer attended the High School prize readings in Hartford a week or so 

ago and thinks the work done by this little grammar school exhibition of ours 
compared very favorably with the more elaborate exercises there, of course 
taking into consideration the difference in grade and in the time given to 

Perhaps the most interesting thing about the whole occasion was the 
opportunity which it gave the district for seeing the one hundred and forty 
school children in our Center School in a body, and the help this sight must 
be in understanding the crowded and inadequate condition of our school 

Standing at the head of what will soon be an important and well made 
street, its unsightliness will grow more prominent as its surroundings im- 
prove. The body of children who made such a charming sight on Wednes- 
day is certainly deserving of better things in the way of a school house. 

Farmington is feeling deeply its deprivation in the silence of the church 
clock. It is hard to realize how much one depends on a thing until it is re- 
moved. Then the value of the lost object comes home to us. It is a wonder 
anyone gets to any destination on time. I am sure the record of missed 
trolleys must be much larger than a year ago, and as for early rising — that is 
a thing out of the question without the warning voice which reminded us of 
the quickly rismg and higher mounting sun. The cause of this woful silence, 
as all probably know, is the falling of the large weight of the clock — a matter 
of some 600 pounds — which crashed down from the tower through the gallery 
ceiling and floor to a resting place in the cellar below. This descent was 
made exactly in front of the entrance to the vestibule through which come 
most of Miss Porter's school girls on their way to church and where many of 
the children wait for Sunday School to begin. 

This clock has been in the tower something over fifty years and as this 
same weight has fallen three times the ecclesiastical committee feel a natural 
hesitation in replacing it ; for were it to choose a less fortunate hour for its 
fall, the calamity might be very great. 

Many have expressed the desire, doubtless felt by all, that the clock 
shall strike again. But the question seems a more complicated one than was 
at first supposed. We hope a speedy solution may be suggested by some one. 

The Outline, a magazine for artists, has just made its first appearance 
in so attractive a dress that we very much hope that it is only the first appear- 
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being a favorite method with the contributors and adding much to the unique 
and artistic appearance of the magazine. Among the writers we notice 
Charles Noel Flagg who writes on "Illustration," and one understands 
whence the editor drew some of his inspiration. A poem by Brian Hooker 
and articles by Robert B. Brandegee commend the magazine to Farmington 
readers. The best of success to the new art magazine ! 

To the otherwise regrettable delay of this issue of the magazine is due 
the fact that we can give a report of the district meeting which was held in 
the Village Hall on the evening of June 30th. Perhaps the most interesting 
feature was the report of the principal, Mr. H. P. Swett. It gave most 
urgent reasons for the erection of a new school-house and showed the utter 
uselessness of attempting to improve the old one. Mr. Swett also spoke of 
the value of bringing in children of outer districts to the Center School and 
the advantage this had been both to the children and to the school. This 
report was followed by a discussion of the care of the old school-house and 
the need for a new, and a committee of four was appointed to act with the 
present district committee and bring in plans and probable cost of a new 
school-house if such is desired. The very evident opinion of the meeting 
seemed to be that such was desired and the recommendation to the very 
representative committee appointed, is to accomplish its duties with all 
possible speed that the present building need not be used many more years. 


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©I5time "JlClortbles ot jfarmingtou 

antbotiB Ibowfttna 

Anthony Howkins of whom the writer is a lineal descendant, recorded 
his house lot in Farmington in May, 1661. It contained two acres, situated 
on Poke Brook on the south side of the road to Hartford, and was therefore 
nearly opposite the site of the future residence of Gov. Treadwell. He was 
one of the nineteen " truly and well beloved petitioners" to whom his majesty 
Charles II. granted the charter of Connecticut. His life was spent for the 
most part in the public service. From 1645 to 1649 he was frequently on the 
jury at Hartford. From 1657 to 1665 a Deputy to the General Court, and 
from 1666 to 1673, an Assistant, offices corresponding to our representative 
and senator. He was early a resident of Windsor, but must have settled in 
Farmington before May 17, 1660, when he was appointed a grand juror for 
this town. He was also a commissioner for Farmington, a convenient office 
established to relieve the burden of the County Court, having power to deter- 
mine any action to the value of forty shillings, and to do any miscellaneous 
business committed to it by a higher tribunal. To the commissioner in par- 
, ticular was allotted the punishment of Indians found walking up and down 
and buying liquor "after the day light shutting in." A matter of twenty 
shillings and a severe whipping of six stripes at least. He was particularly 
empowered to distribute the money to be paid yearly by the Indians who had 
been guilty of firing houses, but as they never paid any, his labors must have 
been light. As a reward for all these numerous public services he was granted 
by the Colony four hundred acres of land. He died "February the last 1673 
. stricken in years," leaving his "body to a comely burial in the 
common burial place in Farmington." He left three children by his first wife 
and three by his widow Ann, daughter of Gov. Thomas Welles. Dr. Stiles 
in his history of Windsor, marries him to Isabel Brown during the lifetime of 
his second wife Ann, to the great botheration of genealogists. All such 
laborious people can find of record that Anthony Hoskins, not Howkins, 
married the fair Isabel. 

3obn Steele 

John Steele, the first town clerk of Farmington, spent the last years 
of his life in this village and here died February 27, 1664. The earlier and 
more active part of his life was in Hartford, though he owned a house and lot 
here a little north of the site of the Savings Bank from January 1655 until his 
death. He left it to his son Samuel, calling it a tenement house. He was a 
resident of Cambridge, Massachusetts, in 1635, and in the autumn of that year 
came to Hartford with Rev. Thomas Hooker and his churcli. He was the 

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Secretary of the Colony from 1636 to 1639, Recorder of Hartford for twenty 
years and Deputy to the General Court twenty-three years. 

Plis very peculiar handwriting is conspicuous on our town and church 
recorJs. He begins the latter with the entry of the formation of the church 
by its original seven members October 13, 1652, and adds "About one month 
after, myself (John Steel) joined with them." The inventory of his estate 
attested before Mr. Howkins shows the very modest sum of ^^'182, as the 
savings of a long life of public service. A few items in his will would interest 
the modern collector. A "silver bowl, which was mine own, marked with 
three silver stamps and one S, all on the upper end of the bowl," and the one 
silver spoon given to each child. The three silver stamps were probably 
hall marks and the S the initial of the family name. JuLius Gay. 

Mow tbe llowu of jFa(rfiel& ]Eiile5 its XTorv /ISMuister to jfarminoton 

Fairfield and Farmington may fittingly be called sister towns. Fair- 
field is a year older than Farmington; in fact is the oldest town in the State 
after New Haven and the river towns of Wiu'lsor, Hartford and Wethersfield. 

The planters of Fairfield and Farmington were, alike, men of ability 
and intelligence, and of orthodox and vigorous religious principles. The 
communities which they founded grew and flourished and the characteristics 
that distinguished and ennobled them in the earlier days are still exhibited 
in the modern life of the old "plantations." 

Both towns lost in time much of their original territory. One after 
another new parishes separated from and grew up around the mother church, 
like sons and daughters, each taking its separate allotment of land. And the 
homestead part, as it were, of the elder township — the site of the first church, 
the village green, the old cemetery, the town hall — began to be known as 
the "Village" of Farmington or Fairfield. 

During the War of the Revolution and in the movement preceding it 
our two towns were shoulder to shoulder in stern opposition to the policy of 
the English king and in patriotic support of the independence of the American 
Colonies. Col. Isaac Lee and John Treadwell were, in that period, deputies 
from Farmington, and Jonathan Sturgis and Thaddeus Burr, "Esq"," depu- 
ties from Fairfield to the General Assembly of Connecticut. 

In the Fairfield community there was a marked intolerance of the Tory 
element in its midst and the spirit grew in time to a feeling that there should 
be none of it, or at least that no freedom of action or speech should be per- 
mitted on the part of the King's followers. And so most of the unhappy loya- 
lists found themselves in the jails and other places of confinement or banished 
well beyond the limits of the town. There were no halfway measures. 

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To a community pervaded with such sentiments as these, it was unfortu- 
nate that the Rev. John Sayre, "a native Briton," should have been sent by 
the Venerable Society for the Propagation of the Gospel in Foreign Parts, to 
the care of the infant Episcopal Church within its borders. 

It had been a hard service in the earlier history of the Church in New 
England, when, looked upon as "Rome's sister," its ministers were persecuted 
on religious grounds, but when, as during the Revolutionary period, political 
principles entered into the opposition to its establishment, the missionary's 
life was a very troubled one. 

The Rev. John Sayre was a man devotedly loyal to the King and the 
Church of England. He was accorded to be "a man of talent, a good 
preacher, an agreeable companion, and a pious Christian." There is no 
record of the special acts by which he "made himself obnoxious to his towns- 
men, but he writes to the Secretary of the London Society, in 1779, as follows: 
"For sometime after I went to live in Fairfield I lived in tolerable quiet, 
owing to the indecisive measures of that period, though always known to 
disapprove the public conduct and strangely suspected of endeavoring to 
counteract it. But this repose was soon interrupted by a public order for 
disarming the loyalists. Upon this occasion my house was beset by more 
than two hundred horsemen whose design was to demand my arms. After 
this I was confined to my house and garden by order of the person* who com- 
manded the militia of the town, for which I was pointed out by the leaders 
of the people as an object of their hatred and detestation and very few of my 
neighbors would hold any kind of society with me or my family. After this 
I was advertised as an enemy to my country (by an order of the committee) 
for refusing to sign an association which obliged its subscribers to oppose the 
King with life and fortune." 

"These measures," as Mr. Sayre continues to affirm in his letter, "prov- 
ing insufficient to shake his attachment to his Majesty's person and govern- 
ment," he was taken to Lebanon, Connecticut, and his case brought before 
the Governor and Council of Safety, at a meeting of the same in that town 
January 28, 1777. The result was the spread of the following order: "The 
Rev"* Mr. John Sayre of Fairfield being sent here by the civil authority and 
selectmen of Fairfield as a person inimical and dangerous to this and the 
United States of America, that he might be ordered to some place for his 
confinement; Resolved, that said Sayre be sent to the society or parish of New 
Britain, in Farmingtown, to be under the care of Col. Isaac Lee and not to 
depart out of the limits of said society of New Britain until further orders 
from the General Assembly or Governor and Council of Safety." 

Referring to this order and to his life in Farmington, his letter continues 

*Ca^t. Hezi:kiah Sturgcs, a devuted;in also, but loyal to the United States. 

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" I was at length banished (upon the false and malicious pretense of being an 
enemy to the good of my country) to a place called New Britain, in Farm- 
ingtown, about sixty or seventy miles from Fairfield, where I was entirely 
unknown except to one poor man, the inhabitants differing from me both in 
religious and political principles; however, the family (Col. Lee's) in which 
I lived, showed me such marks of kindness as they could and I was treated 
with civility by the neighbors." 

It would be interesting to know more of the exiled Englishman's associa- 
tions in Farmington during his stay of seven months in the place. He must 
have been an object of interest to the townspeople, and in his turn he must 
have learned that Col. Lee, Col. Fisher Gay and John Treadwell were men 
of as stern a mould as the patriots of his own town and parish. 

An order for his release was issued by the Governor and Council of Safety 
assembled again in Lebanon, July 25, 1777, and a copy, as follows, delivered 
to Col. Lee. 

"Upon the desire of Peter Bulkley and Jonathan Sturges and Thaddeus 
Burr, and at the request of the Civil Authority, Selectmen and Committee of 
Inspection in Fairfield, that the Rev. John Sayre may be released from his 
confinement in Farmington and return to his cure : Resolved by this board, 
that the said Mr. Sayre be and is hereby permitted to return to Fairfield; and 
there remain within the limits of the first society in Fairfield; he giving bond 
with sufficient surety for his good behavior. And said Jonathan Sturges and 
Thaddeus Burr, Esq'% are impowered and directed to take a bond in such 
sums and sureties as they judge sufficient, conditioned as above; and Col. Lee 
is directed to release him from his care, transmitting a copy of this resolve 
by said Mr. Sayre, to be delivered to said Sturges and Burr, Esq", for their 

For the next two years Mr. Sayre was confined to the limits of his old 
parish (about four miles in diameter) until the burning of the town of Fair- 
field by the British in 1779. He conducted his Church services regularly but 
refused to deviate from the usages of the Church of England, in the form of 
the liturgy relating to the petition for the King. "We did not," he said, 
"use any part of the liturgy, lately, for I could not make it agreeable either 
to my inclination or conscience to mutilate it, especially in so material a part 
as that is, wherein our duties as subjects are recognized." 

In the name of the King and by virtue of his own authority in the Church 
he begged Gen. Tryon to spare the town of Fairfield from the flames, but his 
request was denied. At length he procured a promise of protection for the 
house of the Rev. Andrew Eliot, the historic Burr mansion and the two 
churches. No regard, however, was paid to the order of Gen. Tryon to this 
effect, and the buildings mentioned were destroyed with the rest. 

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"Would it could be recorded," laments one of the Church historians, 
^' that Mr. Sayre had remained in Fairfield and had proved faithful to his 
charge." Instead, in face of the brutal conduct of the English army, he 
withdrew with his family within its lines and departed for New York. 
After some years he was made one of the fifty grantees of the City of St. 
Johns, in New Brunswick. He died in that province in 1790. 

Harriet E. G. Whitmore. 

Ube Guest Booft 

Have you ever learned what interest there is in a record of those who 
come within your gates from month to month throughout the year? I do not 
mean of the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker, or even of the plumber, 
for these, though interesting, like the poor are always with us, and they are 
a trifle monotonous. Nor do I mean merely of those who come "to stay;" 
who break bread with you, and partake of your salt, and try the virtues of 
your soporific air. But, while including these, I mean also those who from 
love, or friendship, or courtesy, or public interest, or curiosity, or whatever 
motive, seek you out, and give you the pleasure of extending a welcome, the 
right hand of fellowship, and the freedom of the country. 

The freedom of the country, not of the city. Paradoxical as it may 
seem, I know that there may be, that there arc homes in the city, homes that 
are even actual homes, where people have a real family life, and occupations 
which they enjoy, and in which their friends are sometimes allowed to par- 
ticipate. A day or two ago my heart quite warmed over a paragraph in my 
daily paper, in which a New York lady detailed the experiences of her first 
visit to Brooklyn during the day time, and the refreshing recollections of 
early youth brought to her mind by seeing an occasional dwelling house 
which showed life through the windows, a woman or a girl, or two or three, 
sewing or reading, and appearing to be actually «/ /^owf, — and plants growing 
which did not seem merely for show, and other indications that the world was 
still young. Yes, there are homes even now in the city, although I have 
walked for miles and miles along the streets and seen no signs of them, but 
simply houses. And a Guest Book might be sometimes kept in such homes 
and have its interest, as well as in the country. 

But it is in the country that you will find the real home. And when 
people go thither, they go purposely. Doubtless it is often merely curiosity 
which impels them, but there is nothing criminal in curiosity, quite the con- 
trary. The civilized world would be a very different world indeed and a very 
inferior world, had it not been for the discoveries made and the changes 

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effected in consequence of the exercise of cnriosity. Pandora may have been 
a very restless creature, and I have no donbt that she managed to bring us 
into a peck of trouble, but who wouldn't have opened the box? And what a 
monotonous time we should have had if it had been kept hermetically sealed! 
But this would have been impossible. I am sure that some cracksman would 
have reached the inside of it ere long, even if the little jade had not lifted 
the cover, or given Epimetheiis an opportunity to do so, whichever it was 
that really happened — if either did. 

Some of my guests, quite naturally, do not fully understand why I want 
their signatures, and liken my Guest Book to a hotel I'egister. And then I 
have my little jest which I get off upon every opportunity — that I should not 
know to whom to send the bills if I did not have the names and addresses. 
Isn't a recluse entitled to have his own private little joke as well as the 
habitue of the club? And is it just that this pet joke after once using should 
then be discarded as a thing of nought? Out upon such niggardliness! Let 
us be more generous with our good things. With a little combing and trim- 
ming and dressing, with a dab of rouge here and a bit of henna there, they 
ought to serve for many a year, like good wines growing ever riper and better 
with age. Only, one has to be careful and not repeat them too often in the 
same presence. A new attdience is essential to the entire success of a joke. 

I had a friend once 

" — a kinder friend has no man," 

who had a way of saying "Bim" when he heard the familiar fii^st words of 
the old story. That was a good plan, but we cannot always have such external 
support, and are therefore compelled to a certain degree of circumspection. 

Nearly two weeks had elapsed after the house became a home, and it was 
almost the Ides of March before the Guest Book was dug out of the case in 
which it had been packed, and made ready for use, and it is now the twenty- 
fourth of the following January. As I look over the hundreds of names 
which have already been inscribed upon its jJages, my thought goes wander- 
ing off this way and that on as many lines, and concerning as many lives, 
which meet and cross and spread over the home field in a net work which 
typifies that of the great world itself. 

Here upon the first page is Phollis, — but perhaps you do not know 
Phollis? / do; and at the top of the second I find Arnchen, "with Wotan 
and Pussy Willow." Wotan is not the father of the gods himself, but his 
namesake, a great big St. Bernard puppy, as big as a young ox, who does not 
know how to stand still, and will knock you entirely off your feet if you do 
not take care. And this was the first time that Pussy Willow had been out 
that Spring, and she was not old enough or strong enough to come by herself 
and so had to be carried. 

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Then there is my enthusiastic neighbor who is sure that the right to be 
somewhere else is an inherent right, like that to life, liberty, and the pursuit 
of happiness, and that it is only necessary for us to decide that it shall be so, 
in order that our persons and property may be carried whither we will, prac- 
tically without money and without price. We and our belongings are to be 
delivered at any station which we may select, upon the postal principle. 
And afterward comes my Liberal Unionist neighbor (but I believe that I 
should no longer say Liberal, but merely "Unionist") — the international 
journalist, who tells the English all about America, and the Americans all 
about England, and so tends to create a common understanding. 

There are two noteworthy cases among others upon the next page, and 
one of them leaves this comment, which, as the Englishman says, is not half- 
bad for an impromptu: 

" Sweet Summer, trailing garments of rich green, 
Could not add beauty to this perfect scene. 
Enwrapt in Winter's snow these hills possess 
A grand yet most pathetic loveliness. 
And he, who of all Dames loves Nature best ; 
Has chosen well at Underledge to rest." 

Upon the next page I find among others the name of la Signora Alba, — 
in what strange land may she be now abiding? — and another name which is 
a curious reminder of Maximilian's ill fated Mexican empire, — that of the 
musician of his Court. And, again, upon the next I fall upon one which re- 
calls a vain and perilous search for that supposed Florida volcano which has 
so long tantalized observers from afar, and a great mishap thereupon attend- 
ing; and another, that of a former United States Consul at the Piraeus, who, 
looking off from the terrace one superb day, warmed my heart with more 
than classic heat by comparing the scene before him with that of the vale of 

In the collection upon the page following appears the autograph of the 
lady of the Manor, and that of a prodigal of an artist, home returning never- 
theless full of years and of honors, and fully conscious that a candle is in- 
tended to be set upon a candlestick, and not hidden under a bushel. And 
among those upon the next is one subscribed to the following verse — which 
I subsequently met again in one of the later Autumn's harvest of books: 

" At the edge of the hedge is a hawthorn tree, 
And its blossoms are sweet as sweet can be ; 
And the birds they sing there all day long. 
And this is the burden of their song : 

Sweet, sweet is the hawthorn tree! " 

- .^''^ -a- :.w, '.«-4 

ON 1J11-: I AK nunc; 1 li\ lllVER 

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Two pages later is a name which carries my thought far away to Russia 
and to Count Tolstoi (as indeed the previous one might have done), and then 
there is a whole flight of "Ancients" from far and wide, come to alight for a 
moment on the familiar field. And in a little while appears our genial cosmic 
philosopher, the author of the Beginnings, Prof. Fiske, and then at one jinnp 
as it were, we are landed at Reykjavik in Iceland, and I am reminded that if 
in the late Summer I have Greece in view out of my front door according to 
Prof. Keep, in May I have had an Icelandic Valley spread before my bay 
window, according to Madam Magnusson. And then Yale College puts in a 
claim, in view of the weather beaten ancestral home below the cottage, and 
soon a^ter comes a bewildering flight of butterflies escaped from the cloister 
by which my eyes are dazzled. 

Here are two names, whose bearers are fresh from the far away city — • 
the fresher for being now far away, for one of them quotes of this present 
abiding place 

" In which it is enough for me 
Not to be doing, but to be." 

But I cannot pretend, as one after another I turn them over, even to select 
wisely from these pages with their various suggestions of individual, of time, 
and of place. Here upon two consecutive pages are casual visitors from 
Absecom, New Jersey; Tarpon Springs, Florida; Farmington, Connecticut; 
Toronto, Canada; New York City, Baltimore, Minneapolis, and Songaloo, 
Mississippi. Think of the spider tracks made over the land by these indi- 
viduals as they went to and fro, of their casual meetings, and their partings, 
as of "ships that pass in the night." And what stories they bore about with 
them, stories of which here and there I have the clue. With some, the tale 
has been told, the denouement reached, and they are now but marking time 
in that little space upon the last page which is filled with stars , — thank Heaven 
that it is filled with stars! — ere a firm hand shall one day write at the foot. 
Finis. And some — how many! are only hesitating on the verge, peering 
curiously in between the leaves, wondering, yet all unaware how the story 
may run, or whither it may tend. And yet others, all unconscious in many 
instances it may be, are in the sturm and drang, in the very stir and stress of 
the drama, day by day making their exits and their entrances as if they were 
living common workaday lives among their fellows. 

William Potts. 


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Ube Gcnnectlcut Xeague of art StuDents 

^JoX?.:Zllll^J^^^^^^^^^ \- -.tended itse.f to „a.. in P_. 

adopted Farnain^on as the^ flvon e sk.t V . ' *'' ''"'"'"'^ ^^"'^ ^° enthusiastically 

Farmington rivefand meadows have h!l^ ^''T ^^""^ ^''^ attractive studies of the 

their affection for tL to^that theyare iTndT Id ' h '°T ^'"'^"'^ '^^^^ '^^'^° '^^^'^'^ - fe"" ^^^ 
.ladly publish an account o^:: i^ZZZot^Lllr" ^"^"- ^"^ '"^^^ ^^^^°° ^- 

Fourteen years ago two men sat in a large tower studio in Hartford one 
some years younger than the other. Their^alk was of art and at stX 
The younger man was trying to persuade the artist to teach him drawl^' 
and as the only leisure he had was at night, that was th timT h Zfd 
receive such instructions. '< There is but one thing in the wa"" said Mr 
F agg. '. I suppose that is money," rejoined the applicant. .- N^ it s th ' 

you noTht: -"^^hi '^^^ ■'\""/ ? ^^'^^ '^''^ y'' ^^^ lesson's llVcos; 
of Art Studtts ^'' " ''""'■ ^'^ '^-^^°^^^-^ °^ '^^^ C°--^--t League 

uas crowded. Some method had to be devised to pay for model hire and the 
young men assessed themselves a small sum each week, for some had learned 
enough two years later, to warrant the instructor in forming a HfeLss 
onls7ZZirrff' -^ '■''' ^^'' °'^^^"^^ '^ '^^ Batt^rson buill^ g 

Here was a band of earnest workers, _ no posing, no usino- of the word 

the hand of the instructor and hung in luxurious drawing-rooms for the ad 

ZT^ rTT' '"^"'^' '"^ -^^- a change from the dru"<^ery oi 
factory, desk, and office, to the severe labor of sincerely attemptin.\o see 
and record form A strenuous effort to educate the brail to compeUh eye 

The Lt'tfattf ''-''^^''^Y^' ^^^- ^^^^. Hfe was never the same ^MnJ 
i he eyes that before saw as the cattle of the field, henceforth could see noth 

ight, shade and color; the placing of objects in a given space in such order 
that one could feel the rhythm of their juxtaposition; all these thin<.s beclme 

the72'7 °^''" 1 r""' '°' ^° ^"^^^^^ °^ "^°->' --^^ expressle val" 
they placed on knowledge acquired under such difficulties. And all this in a 

community absorbed, as most communities are. in commercial pursuits 

ot this school It is only necessary to mention a few cases like these 

One pupil is the editor of a famous magazine. Several have 'from time 

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Ginger Ale, Delalour. 
Ginger Ale, Arethusa. 
Ginger Ale, Hygeia. 
Ginger Ale, C. & C. imported. 

Ginger Ale, Royal Belfast, import- 
Sarsaparilla, Diamond, $1 doz. 
Sarsaparilla, Boylan & Byrn's. 
Sarsaparilla, Arethusa. 
Sarsaparilla, Delatour. 
Sarsaparilla, Hygeia. 
Sarsaparilla, ScliNA^epper. 
Plain Soda, Diamond, $1 doz. 
Plain Soda. Delalour. 

Hygeia Vichy, Vichy and Lithia, 
and Seltzer. 90c. ; rebate for 
syphon of 75c. 

Fruit Syrups, all kinds and size 


Grape Juice, quart and pint bottles* 

Acid Phosphate. t\A^o sizes. 

Lime Juice, 38c. for Rose's. 

Sherry, imported and donnestic, 
50c. to $1.75 a bottle. 

Madeira, imported and domestic, 
50c. to $1.50 a bottle. 

Port, imported and domestic, 50c, 
to $1.50 a bottle. 

St Croix Rum, $1.25 and $I.5« a 

Holland Gin, $1.25 and $1.50 a 


Angelica, 50c. a bottle; $1.50 a 

Catawba, sweet and dry, 50c. a 
bottle, $1.50 a gallon. 

Brady's full quart drinks at $1. a 

Ne^A^ England Beer $1.25 a dozen, and a rebate of 50c. for empties. 
372-374 Asylum Street, B.atterson Building, HARTFORD, CONN. 

The Wm. H. Post Carpet Co., 

219 ASYLU.a street, 

Make a Specialty of High Class House Furnishing in all its Branches 

Carpetings, Rugs, 

Wall Papers, Upholstering 

and Window Shades. 

Estimates given on decorating a room or entire house. 

D IsrilL 



Julius Gay 


Harriet E. G. Whitmore 
THE GUEST BOOK William Potts 


STUDENTS J- F. Wright 

THE OLD HOUSE . • Julia R. Andrews 



The Farmington Magazine will be issued Qiiarterly. It 
will be devoted as heretofore to the historic and artistic in- 
terests of Farmington, its people and activities. 
Terms : 25 cents a single copy 
$1.00 a year. 
Subscriptions maj' be sent to The Farmington Maga- 
zine, Farmington, Conn. 

Entered at the Post OiBce, Farmington, Conn., as Second-Class Matter. 



Engraved on soft wood 
bj James Brit ton 

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to time gone to Paris 
for further stud y. 
A considerable num- 
ber are caning their 
living in some form 
of art work, as sculp- 
tor's assistants, e n - 
eravers, illustrators. 

To look back, one 
sees a class of men 
helped, who never 
before were noticed 
in Hartford by those 
whose duty it is to 
help others, namely, 
the people whose lives 
are easy, who have 

never known what it 

is to earn their daily 

bread. When the 

writer of this article 

came to Hartford 

twenty years ago, he 

coiild walk the streets 

evenings, associate 

with evil people, read, 

or go to bed, — there 

was a place, bright, 

cheerful, with good 

food, handsome carv- 
ings and glittering 

glass where one could 

sit as long as he 

pleased for five or ten 

cents. There was no 

free library then, no 

Laague. There is no 

need for further de- 
scription. The League has been a home for many a lonesome fellow. 
What is to be done when Mr. Flagg gives out, or dies? That is a blunt 

question, is it not ? The League must go on, such a work must not perish. 

Portrait of one student by another 
Engraved on soft xvooa 


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A building is needed, something besides the students' airy castles in Spain. 
Other educational institutions have not been shy when millionaires press, 
actually press money on them. Neither would we of the League refuse a 

A young man has lately gone to his former abode, Italy. We think a letter 
recently received from him may convince the reader of the practical value of 
an art education. Tozzi is a young man of great promise, but let him speak 
for himself. 

"Naples, May 24, 1902. 

Dear Mr. Flagg : — We landed here on May 20th at 6:30 p, m., after a 
very prosperous voyage of 14 days, we had a very fine weather durig the all 
trip wich I enjoed very much looking at the different effects of the sea and 
sunsets, also I have made quite a number of sketches with the pencil and pen, 
the only ting that I regret is that I dint bring any colors with me. 

While I was on board a strange thing happened wich in relathing it will 
interest you. '^ 

I came with the stearage passegers that is the worst place on the boat 
and all where treated very bad in eathing and sleeping and I with the rest. 

Now from the first day as I said, I was making sketches of every descrip- 
tion one afternoon while I was making a sketch of a verv scharp featured man 
two American ladies of the first class cabin stopped and inquired if I was an 
artist, I said "artist no, but a student of Art," wich made them smile, after I 
had finished the sketch that had on hand they invited me to go with them, I 
did and fortune began to smile, (considering the treatment thit I had before.) 

They were going to give a concert and asked me to make a design for a 
program as I tought best. I started the drawing on a large piece paper and 
represented on top a picture of the ship with words S. S. Phoenicia then a sea 
god on each side of the boat blowing trumpets, on the sides I had "Hermes" 
the messanger god and on the bottom in the center Neptune and Amphitrite 
on a chariot drawn by sea serpents, while on each sides sitting on a rock had 
the gods "Arno" and "Tiber" with some anchors and other decarative de- 
signing. It was a success, the captain asked me if I was contended with the 
stearage treatment, I said no and also complained for the others. 

Next day I was called by an officer and told me from there on to occupy 
a second class cabin and eat at the table with them wich pleased me very 
much, then they all wanted a sketch of their own face as a souvenir wich I 
did, presents from all sides came to me bottles of good wine and fine liquor, 
cigars and some money too. 

The day before we landed a member of the concert committee came to 
me with a letter and said it was from the committee. I opened it an to my 
surprise I found a 20 francs gold piece an their names. In all the trip I made 
50 francs wich I will buy paint meterials. 

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Naples is tlie must beutifull city I ever seen the people is very merry, 
all the beuties of nature are here to be seen. 

I have visited the museum wich is great. The " Danae " of Titian is the 
finest picture I ever seen yet. Two portraits of Rembrant are great, a por- 
trait of Pope Paul III by Titian, of a cardinal by Raphael, a Christ by Van 
Dick, the Dopers of Valasques wich they claim to be original, the Sibil of 
Romanelli, a Madonna of Leonardo da Vinci are divine, drawings of Michel- 
angelo, Rubens, Raffaello, Leonardo are sublime. Of things founded in 
Pompeii are interesting I have seen a loaf of bread with the baker's name, 
nuts, beans, grapes, bones of chickens and other great things. What a 
mighty Art is Greek sculpture the Farnese Bull, Hercules, the Flora, and 
wonderful bronzes and mosaics, gems carved on Ivory and gold from Pompeii 
are wonders. I visited di Institude of Fine Arts and got acquainted with 
great number of Artists but their work with the exception of the great ones I 
dint like it so much it is too smoot too nicely done but they draw well. Un- 
fortunately cannot see the works of Morelli and others of the Neapolitan 
school the modern gallery of Art being closed for two months. I wold like 
to ask you of a favor if you can. Every young man studing Art here as you 
know will not be a soldier not till 26 j^ears of age but he must have a certifi- 
cate from the school where he as studied last. No matter what ability he 
might have he must have the certificate or helse he will after to serve in the 
Army, so if you can do it will be great help to me. About the language 
English being very difficult for the Italians would be fine if possible be 
writhen in French wich is very familiar here. 

I am afraid I make myself tiresome with this long letter so I better con- 
clude. Remember me to the boys and tell them that the schools in foreign 
countries are bigger but no better. I will never forget the Connecticut 
League of Art Students and the north room on the Batterson Building wich I 
liked so much. Our school stands alone in the world. I have seen the New 
York and Neapolitan schools but cannot compare with ours. I wish you all 
consider me a member of the League or of the society and will be so long as 
I live if I was rich I would pay my regular dues but my position does not 
allow it but anything I can do for, will now and ever be ready. 

For you Mr. Flagg I shall never be able to return what you have 
done for me an for the school but you know my feelings. Remember me 
to Mr. W. Smith, H. Gernhard. J. Britton, McManus, Brynt, Montague, Grant 
and all. 

I will stay in Naples till next week then I go to Rome and Florence but 
I am going to spend the summer with my uncle in a small town of the .south 
called Ruvo del Monte — Potenza wich is very picturesque is situate on the 

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spine of the Appenines. I dont know the addres in Rome or Florence but 
in order to get my letters anywhere send them to 

PlERO Tozzi DI LuiGi 

Ruvo del Monte 


Soon that I get settled I will tell more about Italy an Naples. 

Accept my respects your pupil 

PiERO Tozzi " 

When Tozzi first came to this country from Italy he knew two languages, 
Italian and Latin; the latter taught him by his uncle who was a priest. 
His employment in a large grocery store gave him a chance to make illustra- 
tions and after instructions at the League his pictures of hams, sausages and 
salads attracted attention. 

His native economy has enabled him to save enough to go home and ex- 
tend his education by observation and study of the glorious master-pieces of 
Italian art. There where history records as fact exploits that transcend the 
efforts of the most florid imagination, where every receptive mind can leave 
the scientific present, and is free to live steeped in pure beauty, can we doubt 
of this naive young mind's progress? 

And so it grows from year to year, this unique school whose instructor 
gladly teaches for the sole reward he desires — the pleasure of seeing men's 
lives blossom out instead of withering. Our New World has not been too 
good a field for the Fine Arts — saving Literature. A better day is dawning. 
A new birth for us, indicated by such schools as this; one of the many forces 
working to teach men self-help. 

A gi'eat deal might be written of the sacrifices made by men determined 
to receive the free instruction accorded them. One man worked in a mill 
fourteen miles away and after hastily swallowing his supper rushed for his 
seven o'clock train, thence to the studio. There was no train home until 
eleven, and midnight found him exhausted in bed, six in the morning up 

The writer has striven to set forth the utility of this practical school. 
We do not ask consideration from any other standpoint. If the plain people 
are instructed in the principles of Art, the commercial products of this country 
will be made doubly attractive. Now they win by their ingenuity; where 
beauty is added who can doubt of their universal triumph ? 

No member of the League can think of Farmington without feeling im- 
mediately a warm and gentle glow pervade his being. Was it not there long 
since that many of us learnt under the instruction of Mr. Brandegee to detach 
tree tops from the sky and not to allow the middle distances to play leap frog 

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with the foreground. Mr. B. still, with undiminished patience, helps all 
Leagners who present their studies to him. The writer feels grateful to Mr. 
James Britton whose pictures have added so much to the interest and em- 
bellishment of this article. 

The portrait of Mr. Flagg gives a very fair impression of him as he ap- 
pears under the electric light at the League. The .second picture, study of a 
young man, is vigorous and interesting. An added charm, we think, is im- 
parted to these pictures when we reflect that Mr. Britton has engraved the 
blocks from which they are printed. Another point in favor of the argument 
that an art education is of practical value. J. F. Wright. 

tlbc TlClFjlppoorwtU ifamllv? 

It is necessary to have something besides a big mouth to be an orator, 
or a great singer, else the whippoorwill would have been the most eloquent 
of birds, for his mouth opens far beyond his eyes and is garnished with 
long hairs. The whippoorwill would never be able to make an effective 
speech at a caucus, for his legs are very short, so short that he is obliged to sit 
squatted lengthwise on a limb instead of sitting crosswise like other birds. 
But if the whippoorwill's cry seems small and slight it must be remembered 
it is always against the dark background of the night — the moonlight, the 
silent stars, and the mountain listening among its precipices and ravines. 
Like the watchman who cries all is well, the whippoorwill says to the night: 
" All is well." " May is here." And every little flower stirs in its sleep and 
says drowsily, "All is well and May is here." This immense mouth of the 
whippoorwill is for gathering in the moths and mosquitoes and fireflies. The 
fireflies are very accommodating to show where they are. It is well said 
there are two things that cannot be hid, "love and a cough," and these poor 
fireflies in the midst of their courting are gathered into that big mouth filled 
with bristles like fate ; and as noiselessly as an owl the whippoorwill gathers 
in the unsuspecting firefly lovers, and although for a second the bird might 
look as if he had a cigarette in his mouth, it is only for a second. 

For some reason the whippoorwill makes no nest but lays its two eggs on 
the bare leaves. This is from no lack of love for its home as it is perfectly 
devoted to its family. 

Many people hear but few people have seen the whippoorwill. He has 
no social ambitions, it is enough for him to have thick trees and the mountain 
brook for friends. When alarmed he flies away with a certain well bred air 
and as noiselessly as a flake of snow. 

There is something in the appearance of the whippoorwill that suggests 

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a Chinese origin. That large mouth filled with bristles makes one think of 
the dragons we saw on the Chinese fans, those dragons spitting fire; and the 
little feet are certainly Chinese for they are small enough to be almost useless. 
And is not his silent departure like the departure of an Oriental? 

The night hawk is very much like the whippoorwill but is not quite so 
nocturnal, and it is not uncommon to see flocks of night hawks in the autumn 
darting about like great swallows, the white bar across their wings reminding 
us of the white scarf worn at the massacre of St. Bartholomew's Eve. But the 
night hawk has a trick that the whippoorwill never dreams of imitating. The 
night hawk would never be content to say whippoorwill, whippoorwill, all 
night long to his lady love. Not he. The night hawk comes booming down 
through the rolling evening clouds, with his mouth wide open and making a 
noise like thunder. That is his way of saying: 

"Darling, darling, lady love, 
Hear me booming from above. 
Through the misty gulfs of air 
Hear me, hear me, lady fair. 
Like the lightning from the cloud, 
Like the thunder long and loud, 
Like the rumble and the roar 
When the breakers smite the shore." 

The night hawk lays its two eggs without any nest on the bare ground 
and sometimes on those flat asphalted roofs of the city houses. 

The Chuckwill's widow is an inhabitant of the Southern States and re- 
peats its name much as the whippoorwill does. All of this family and 
especially the whippoorwill seem to be ventriloquists; it is very difficult to 
say exactly where they are calling. Doubtless the owl has the same difficulty 
or he would devour all these birds. 

These are some of the mysteries of the night, the calm moonlit night. 
Over her flowing garments the dew rolls like diamonds and circled around 
her head are the pleiades and the hyades and over her shoulder like wings is 
the aurora borealis. How many crimes are inlaid in the waters, with fire, 
and under the cover of the night. When the elements unroll their records 
of tragedies and crimes at the last day then we will understand why the cries 
of nature are so sad. C. C. BoLLES. 

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Zbc ©l& Mouse 

On a peaceful village street. 
Where stately trees in arches meet 
And lilacs scatter perfume sweet, 
The old house nestles low. 
A mighty elm its roof embowers, 
Shading through all the sunny hours 
The cool green turf and springing flowers 
Which in its garden blow. 

Then open wide the swinging gate, 
W^hose kindly hinges never grate 
With surly protest 'gainst their fate 
To let a stranger by ; 
And tread the narrow path which goes 
From gate to porch, where climbs a rose 
Which evermore in sweetness grows. 
Nor asks nor wonders why. 

No curious locks protect the door 
From him who further would explore, 
No porter grim needs one implore. 
Yet all's so hushed and still. 
That, loth to break the crystal sphere 
Of perfect silence, limpid, clear, 
One hesitates with listening ear 
And pauses on the sill. 

Recalling tales of childhood's days — 

How through a fairy wood one strays, 

Unwitting where, till, in amaze, 

A darling cot one sees. 

Its tiny windows all alight. 

Fires aglow on hearthstones bright, 

But not a living soul in sight, 

Nor voice upon the breeze. 

Within all's fresh and fair and clean. 
As if some busy fay, unseen, 
W^hisking about with branch of green 
Had banished moth and dust 
From four-post bed, with tester white 
And spotless coverlid ; from bright 
Rubbed candlestick whose sight 
Dispelled a thought of rust. 

The keeping-room has hearthstone wide, 
An eight-day clock, its maker's pride, 
And on the mantel, side by side. 
The choicest treasures stand; — 
The spicy rose jar, velvet case 
From which looks out a pure, clear face, 
The silhouette, with lines of race, 
Arranged with careful hand. 

Across the hall immaculate 

The parlor bed-room keeps its state 

And ever peaceful seems to wait 

For some expected guest. 

Next comes the kitchen, wide and plain ; 

The tall clock ticks, and on the crane 

The kettle sings, while both maintain 

Of all rooms this is best, — 

With sagging rafters overhead. 

And great brick oven darkly red. 

From which came forth the faultless bread 

And cakes as light as foam. 

The high, dark dresser holds with pride 

The silver tea-set which a bride. 

The toast of all the country side. 

Brought from an English home. 

Outside a cheerful robin calls. 

Chirping his untaught intervals ; 

Warm, mellow sunshine flecks the walls 

And shines in time-dimmed glass. 

It falls on rugs, hand-wrought and quaint — 

Dust are the hands that laid the paint. 

For so must all things pass. 

Here on the settle one may dream 
Of days long gone, of folk that seem 
Shadowed and faint — yet well we deem 
Their lives were nobly spent. 



A loud fly buzzes on the pane. 
The kettle still sings its refrain. 
The robin calls its mate again, 
The clock ticks in content. 

Julia R. Axduews. 

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"Saint's IRest" 

My native town, Saint's Rest, is almost surrounded by streams of water ; 
it is as though the little town had a band of silver around the edge of its 
dress. It used to be thought that witches could not cross streams and that 
may be the reason that "Saint's Rest" is reasonably free from spirits, but it 
did not prevent it from receiving a visit from the Devil. . . . T. Brown, 
the artist, had been to the office to get the evening paper. There was nothing 
unusual there, the regular people were sitting around the store — Mr. Galpin, 
Mr. Wilcox and !Mr. Whittlesey. Sometimes they spat and talked politics and 
sometimes they smoked in silence, and the open door of the cylindrical stove 
showed the hot coals within. T. Brown got his mail and lingered a moment 
to hear a citizen of Saint's Rest declaim against McClellan's campaign. This 
citizen, when he was sober, was morose and rarely spoke to any one, but 
liquor unloosed the full river of his speech, which usually took a religious 
turn. Liquor, like music, seems to bring out the dominant quality of a man. 
It is sometimes like a coat of mastic varnish on a picture. " What a way to 
conduct the war ! what a way ! Oh Lord, what a way ! Part of McClellan's 
army here, and part in Liverpool." Is it not a singular fact, and not at all a 

good temperance lecture, that this Mr. who was more or less under 

the effect of liquor all his life, outlived all the others, who were more tem- 
perate? Perhaps they wanted to keep him out of heaven he smelt so strongly 
of rum. 

But to return to the Devil. T. Brown walked slowly home, for it was 
not cold, and a new fall of snow lay on the ground. When he was in front 
of Captain Peck's house he heard a great rush, as when a hawk darts on its 
prey, and there at his right stood the Devil, almost at his side. "Good 
evening," said the Devil. " Good evening," said the artist, although he felt 
nervous. "Very pretty village this," said the Devil. "Very," said T. B., 
hastening to agree. "May I walk along with you," said the Devil. "Cer- 
tainly," said the artist. T. B. noticed that the Devil limped, and thought 
he saw the tail, otherwise the Devil looked like other folk. "Do you live 
near here?" said the Devil. "Next house," said T. Brown. "What's the 
name of this place?" said the Devil. "Saint's Rest," said Mr. Brown. 
"It don't seem to trouble you, having all these ministers about," said T. B. 
"Oh no," said the Devil. "Mr. Devil," said T. B., "I would like to ask you 
a question on a religious matter, if I may?" " Go ahead," said the Devil. 
' ' Which of all the churches give you the most trouble ? " " Which churches ?" 
said the Devil. "Well," said T. B., "there is the Congregational, the Epis- 
copalians, and the Methodists, in this town." The Devil smiled, "I don't 
day much attention to them, they don't trouble me much." 

"May I ask what your business in Saint's Rest is?" said T. B, "Well," 

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said the Devil, "I'm having a revivul down in Connecticut, and I am looking 
over the ground myself. I like to begin my revivals in a church choir. I get 
a tenor by the ears, and he gets the rest of the choir, and then the congrega- 
tion take sides, and when I have got them all mad they turn out the minister 
and I occupy the pulpit." 

"But what are you doing in Saint's Rest?" "You have a deacon here, 
who puzzles me. I really believe he has the Ruby ring." "What do you 
mean by the Ruby ring, said T. B.?" "You don't know that story of the 
Ruby ring! Why, its an old story that I invented myself," said the Devil. 
"Then it was claimed by Boccacio, and then Lessing appropriated it. A man 
owned a fine ring, set around with many precious stones and a beautiful Ruby 
in the center. But the beauty of the ring was not its greatest quality. For 
whoever wore it became possessed of all the virtues — Love of his fellow men, 
Humility, Charity, etc. This ring descended from father to son, the father 
always giving it to his best son. But finally it came to a man who had three 
sons, all so equally good, and as much alike, the father was puzzled which to 
give the ring to. So he finally had a cunning jeweler make two reproduc- 
tions, that were so skilfully made the father could not tell which was the 
genuine ring himself, so he gave one to each of three sons. After the father 
had died the sons fell to quarrelling about which had the genuine ring. 
Not unlike your three churches," said the Devil, with a knowing look. 
"The three sons fell to quarrelling and finally the case came before the 
judge. 'There is no way to decide,' said the judge, ' except that surely he 
who has the genuine ring must be distinguished by the qualities of the ring, 
which are Goodness, Love of one's Brothers, LTnworldliness: whoever practices 
those qualities must surely have the ring.' " 

"That's a good story," said T. Brown, "and fits the churches pretty 
well." "Pretty good," said the Devil, "but I find mighty few people with 
the real ring." 

"Did you ever hear that story that I invented," said the Devil, "and a 
fellow^ named Plato appropriated, about another ring.? Well, a farmer was 
working in the field and he discovered a chasm in the earth : looking down 
in the chasm he espied a Knight who seemed to be petrified, the Knight held 
out his forefinger and on it shone a fine ring. After some hesitation the 
farmer descended into the earth and took the ring, and when he had returned 
the fissure in the earth closed up. The farmer had almost forgotten about 
his ring, but in the evening he was attending a council for the town (he being- 
one of the councillors). In an abstracted way he turned the ring around on 
his finger, and immediately noticed the others spoke of him as though he was 
not there and when the ring was turned back the man became visible again." 

"Now this is the point," said the Devil ; "as soon as this man found he 
could commit all the crimes and never be found out he used his ring for all 
sorts of purposes, going to prove that if people were not afraid of detection 
they would all be wicked." 

"And you see, I, myself, have the invisible ring," .said the Devil, "and 
am no worse than the average man would be if he had a chance," and the 
Devil turned the ring on his finger, and was gone. 

"I am right here," said the Devil, "but you can't see me." 


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Dillage IRotes 

The schools have opened this fall with full numbers and though all 
improvements have not been made which were asked for, the school houses 
are in better condition ; so far everything seems to be in favor of the new 
school building for the center district which was asked for in June. 

Miss Porter's school has been an unusually busy place all summer and 
the new library attached to the Main building is about completed. The addi- 
tion to the Ward House is still far from ready and the whole house is closed 
for the present, room being made for the girls in the building next north, 
which was bought for the school some time ago. 

Sewing school re-opens on Friday, October loth. No date has yet been 
set for the opening of the cooking school, but it will be some time later in 
the fall. 

Much damage has been done by the rains and crops of many kinds have 
suffered, especially the fruit. Farmington's pride in its mountain peaches 
was fully justified early in the season and great sympathy is felt with the 
owners as well as sorrow for our own loss, since so many have been spoiled 
by the storms. 

The improvements to the main street have also been much delayed on 
account of the wet and though the northern end of the section to be macad- 
amized is nearly done and in a satisfactory condition, the residents at the 
southern end have been obliged to drive on the sidewalk, which was soon 
converted into a fair dirt road. 

Electric lighting is being slowly introduced through the town, and it is 
with much satisfaction that we see that the Town Hall is being wired. It is 
to be hoped that the brightness of the light may make the untidy condition 
of the walls more apparent and that eventually the hall may be re-decorated 
and repaired. 

The triangle at the north end of the street opposite the Country Club 
has been improved by the subscriptions and thoughtful attention of a few 
private individuals, and plans are made for further beautifying it by means 
of some shrubs. We understand that something has been done to the green 
opposite Dr. Carrington's house and that more may be accomplished there 
when the road makers have ceased to need it as a storehouse. 

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On the thirteenth of this month of October the Congregational Church in 
Farmington attains the ripe age of two hundred and fifty years. The town 
was settled, twelve years earlier, and during that time, before the church 
-was formed, there had without doubt been gatherings for worship in private 
houses. Indeed, the first pastor of the church was a resident here at the time 
that the formal organization took place. But on that day when the people 
were gathered for worship, seven men in accordance with the custom of the 
time, rose in the audience and standing together declared their acceptance of 
the covenant and creed and declared themselves to be a church of the order 
of the Congregationalists and the Earliest New Testament models. The 
first meeting house was built some years later. 

The Memorial Parish House is nearing completion, and will be presented 
to the church with appropriate addresses on the twenty-eighth of this month. 
After the more formal exercises there will be a social hour and a cup of tea, 
when the beautiful building may be inspected. It is a most attractive struc- 
ture, finished inside in dark oak. The furniture is to be of the same wood. 
Its ample parlors with fireplaces and window seats, its fully furnished kitchen 
and pantries, its closets for the sewing society, and for cloak-room, in addition 
to its spacious and beautiful audience room, give promise of great usefulness. 
Its donors hope that it may serve not only the religious and social uses of the 
church, but for the better life of the community as well. The Get-to-gether 
Club, for instance, can continue its most enjoyable and instructive sessions, 
with the aid of this place of meeting. 

The following books have been added to the library since spring: An 
American at Oxford, John Corbin. Letters of John Richard Green. Diary of a 
Goose Girl, Kate Douglass Wiggin. A Gentleman from Indiana, Booth Tar- 
kington. The Life of the Bee, Maurice Maeterlinck. The Hound of the Bas- 
kervilles, A. Conan Doyle. Reminiscences, 2 ]'o/s., Justin McCarthy Studies 
in the IVai^ncrian Drama, H. E. Krehbicl. Blcnncrliassett. 

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Brt5 anb Crafts ut jfarmington 

A RTS and Crafts is an expression whicli is 

growing more familiar to us every day and 

tKe study and practice of any one of its 

numerous branches is opening new spheres of 

interest and usefulness to scores of people. 

fiWiL'*"*°**i<t. I ^ '■ 1 B Many truly artistic people, who yet are not 

^^vy^4^^^-~'^^^lj I skillful with brush or pencil, have longed for 

_ fe^=S>£^^^^l03ll I a means by which to express their ideas of 

beauty, and now comes the assurance that by 
working out our ideas through various useful 
mediums, expressing ourselves in the work of 
our hands, we contribute just as surely to the 
£eld of Art as do our brethren of the pen 
and the pallette. 

Book-binding, raffia work, tapestry making, 

work m brass and silver, these are a few of the 

kinds of Arts and Crafts now engaged m most 

successfully all about us. Any who have attended the now celebrated exhibits at Deerfield 

have seen examples of most of these and many more kinds. What more fitting than that 

Farmington should have a share in this general art interest. 

Several forms of Arts and Crafts have been going on here for some time, perhaps the 
longest established being the Cabinet work of Mr. H. H. Mason. Many of the houses 
in the village show examples of Mr. Mason's artistic handiwork both in original designs 
and reproductions of Colonial patterns. Chairs, chests, bellows, screens and tables are 
among the articles he has made, and one of the activities of the far-famed School of Phil- 
osophy was a carpentry class conducted by Mr. Mason at which 1 do not doubt the 
philosophers were very awkward. 

RaSia work has had a beginning this last year and good examples of hats and baskets 
have been made by Mrs. Robert and Mrs. Charles Brandegee and Miss Hilda Brandegee. 
The fancy work and embroidery of Mrs. J. I Griggs ought also to be mentioned m this 
connection, as it is done from original designs and used for portieres, table covers and other 
very useful purposes, making an art product of unusual interest and beauty. Several women 
in town have made braided rugs, and those made by Miss Julia Brandegee are the envy and 
admiration of her many friends. 



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The leather work of Miss Florence Gay is another notable example of Arts and Crafts 
and deserves more than a passing word. Though very beautiful leather work is done in both 
Germany and Spain, for many years the Mexicans have had the monopoly in this country 
and have made much that was beautiful, using, however, an undue number of instruments, 
and few and rather crude designs. Several years ago Miss Nordhof , originator of the Nordhoff 
bindery in New York, went to California and studied there with a Mexican teacher. In 
this way she was able to introduce the study of wrought leather in the bindery and it has 
been carried on since her death, receiving new and important additions to the old Mexican 
methods, especially through the work of Miss Amy Hicks of the Guild of Arts and Crafts 
who has increased the number of tools which can be used, and has especially contributed great 
originality of design, her leather work having been pronounced by some as finer than any in 
the country. In this way the wrought leather of the Arts and Crafts has been a sort of 
evolution from the Mexican. Miss Gay has designed and wrought with her curious little 
tools, belts, blotters, lamp-mats, portfolios, pen-wipers, and mmy other useful and artistic 
things. Into some of them colors mixed with wax have been rubbed and ail are done in 
calf or cow, never in the softer ooze leathers. Miss Gav has also designed several book 
plates one of which, done for the Country Club, we print. 

Early in August Miss Pope added to the indusiries which she has established here one 
directly connected with Arts and Crafts, — rug-making, and Miss Hicks came here from 
New York to teach that industry. The materials for these rugs consist of a foundation of 
burlaps into which are hooked cotton or woolen strips after a design drawn on the burlaps 
by Miss Hicks. The flannel for the woolen rugs has been dyed in vegetable dyes made 
by Miss Hicks. The advantage of these vegetable dyes is the softness and purity of 
the colors and the fact that they do not fade. 

The class opened with much enthusiasm on August 6th and continued three times a 
week until September 9th. Fev,' of the rugs were finished and Miss Hicks will come to 
Farmington once a month through the winter, hoping to start some of the pupils at making 
woolen rugs which are much handsomer than the cotton on which most of the pupils have 
been working, and perhaps some tapestry work also. The idea of Miss Pope in starting 
this industry was that it some time might become a source of income to some m the village. 
Perseverance in hard work will be needed to accomplish that end but the results m beauty 
and usefulness certainly justify the expenditure of much time and labor. 

During the month of August an exhibition of Miss Hicks' work was held in the build- 
ing of the Village Girls' Club, in order to rouse interest in Arts and Crafts. This in- 
cluded fine examples of wrought leather, brush drawing and dyed stuff by Miss Hicks, also 
basket work by the Misses Francis of Plainfield, Ct., made of native grasses and a few pieces 
of wrought leather by Miss Gay, all after original designs. 


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The exhibition in Deerfield is becoming each year more famous and 
more widely visited. It originated with a special sort of embroidery in blue 
and white done in the village, and has been gradually enlarged by the handi- 
work of native and adoptive citizens. Why cannot Farmington have an 
exhibition of native arts and crafts? An endeavor has been made in the 
previous article to enumerate the various forms of arts and crafts here, and 
doubtless more could be found or started before another fall. It would seem 
a worthy ambition. There is certainly nothing more stiniulating than having 
a definite end for which to work. 

The Farmington Magazine bids a reluctant farewell to its indulgent 
public with this October number. For many reasons it seems wiser to close 
while we are still in vigorous and prosperous youth. At the beginning of 
this year a history of the beginnings and purposes of this magazine were 
stated. This purpose we feel has been in part accomplished. Perhaps some 
day — in the not so dim future — desire for expression of some sort may come 
to Farmington as a village and a new periodical or a renewal of the old one 
may be a result of this (''esire. This would not seem to be an altogether 
foolish desire, for often expression clarifies opinion and brings out good that 
might otherwise have been hidden. Though it is not always wise for a 
private individual to blow his own trumpet it may sometimes be a good thing 
for a collection of individuals. We might take for our motto the quotation 
from a great classic : 

"The time has come, the Walrus said, 

" To talk of many things — 
" Of shoes — and ships — and sealing wax — 

' ' Of cabbages — and Kings — 
"And why the sea is boiling hot — 

" And whether pigs have wings." 

and live in hopes that in the future just the right people may have just the 
right inspiration and Farmington may more easily decide all such burning 

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Lca\'e stage orders here. 

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Use our telephones. 

Wait lor \our car here. 

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We also in\'lte vou to keep }'our house supplied with- 


from our unniense stock. 

We do not promise vou something;- for nothini;', t'Ut we do keep a 
line of Groceries, Fruits, Fresh Vegetables, Summer Drinks, 
(non-alcoholic), Confectionery, Home=made Bakery Goods, etc., 

that is not equaled in any city in New England, except perhaps Boston. 

We will not quote prices here, but we will guarantee 
that thev are as low as possible consistent with high- 
class goods and perfect ser\-ice. 



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Trade by Mail with 
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There's money to be saved by buying quantity lots of family 
supplies at the Boston Branch Grocery. 

In Coffees, Teas, Cereals, Spices, Fruits, Extracts, Canned 
Goods, Condiments, Flour and Sugar, our prices are the lowest 
for the first qualities ; the only qualities to buy. 

We make our own bakery products, our own candies, our 
own salads, and cook our own meats. 

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Ailislic designs and Iiarraonious colorings 
cliaracteiize (be muial effects seen at Wm. H. 
Dudd's, 94 Pearl Street, Hartford. Mr. Dunn 
directs the work personally and while his treat- 
ment of all types of rooms leaves nothing to be 
desired, you will find liim more moderate in 
price than the same work would lie elsewhere. 
Especially lovely are some new papers in art 
nouveau and tapestry effects. If you live out of 
town, why not write to Mr. Dunn if you tbink 
of having any decorating Ibis fall. By the way, 
there is a special sale of muslin draperies that are 
beauties and at temptingly low prices. Do not 
fail to see them. 


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Our reputation for sellinj; the tiuest grade Tens is as good or lietter to-day tliau ever l)efore. We 
keep the quality right on top, and our reputation must be there also. We sell very choice Teas at 
40 cents, 60 cents and (JO cents a pound. Our 75-cent Tea is the Best in Hartford at the price. 
We sell tea as high as $1.25 a pound, the Bhud Tea, and it's worth every cent we ask for it. If you 
are a Tea lover you should get acquainted with our line. 

Formosa Oolongs. 

We make an extra effort to lead all others in 
Tea values, especially on the Formosa. Oolongs. 
Our oO-i't-nt grade is equal to any (iO-cenI grade 
sold in Hartford, and our (iO-cent grade is e(|Ual 
to any 75-ceut grade. Our 75-cent grade will 
suit the most critical. A tine qu.ility at 40 cents, 
and the Bhud or Tip Tea is $1.25 a poiuul. 

Special discount in tive-pound and ten-pound 
lots ; also by the chest. 

Eng-iish Breakfast Teas. 

We make English Breakfast Teas a special 
feature of the Tea Department. There are several 
grades niiiiinif in price from 50 cents up to the 
finest at $1.00 a pound. Those of you that prefer 
the English Breakfast Teas will find real value 
among this stock of ouis. Get a few samples 
and see for yourself. 

Japan Teas. 

Pan Fired. Very fine values at 50 cents, 
60 cents, 75 cents and $1.00 a po\itid. 

Basket Fired at 50 cents .Mnd ((0 cents a pound. 
Young' Hyson Teas. (Jiin I'owtler Tea. 

Get a lew samples of the above. 

Ceylon Teas. 

Ceylon Tea I'lanlers' Association Teas. 

Bhud, $1.25 a pound. Titfun, !I0 cents a pound. 

Bungaloe, ()5 cents a pound. 
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No. 1 grade, 35c. a bo.\. No. 2 grade, 30c. a box. 


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