uildings near the river, it is said that there was only one at East Cambridge, only four in Cambridgeport, and some seven west of Harvard Square, all these being large estates with fine mansions and the appointments of wealth.
The Danforth or Foxcroft estate was the only one in the vicinity of the Delta.
It included the Norton estate, the site of the Museums and Divinity Hall, the grounds of the New-Church Theological School, and of course Professor's Row.
Some of the old trees at Professor Norton's and the oaks seen near the upper end of Cambridge street and Broadway no doubt belong to that day of Foxcroft grandeur.
Would that we might still see the famous pear tree which apparently was the northwesterly bound of the estate and thus probably stood near the corner of Quincy and Kirkland Streets! In a deed of Nov. 27, 1764, we read of the Warden pear tree (a hard winter pear, called Warden because it would keep a long time) from which the line ran eastward and so around to the fo
rles Lowell, who was pastor of the West Church in Cambridge for over forty years. A year later his youngest and most distinguished son, James Russell Lowell, was born there.
During the life of Rev. Mr. Lowell both sides of Elmwood avenue were bordered by hedges of lilac and other shrubs which grew in great luxuriance.
He wished it to be kept in this state of nature, as it was a reminder to him of the lanes in England.
All who have read the letters of James Russell Lowell, edited by Charles Eliot Norton, will recall the love which tile poet felt for this mansion, his birthplace.
and its beautiful grounds, where doubtless he received many of his poetic inspirations; and will feel, for the sake of the author whose personality will ever hallow this spot, an added interest in this, the last of the houses which constituted our historic Tory Row.
Waifse. All through the golden haze Leaves were drifting and falling. All through the mellow days Boughs were bending and calling To their
r the original oral agreement for a number of years!
The first half-dozen who responded to the circular letter were, in their order, Professors William E. Byerly, Benjamin Peirce, Frederick H. Hedge, William W. Goodwin and William James. Professors Norton, Peabody, Hill, Palmer, Gurney, Shaler, Briggs, Goodale, Emerton, White, Paine and others followed.
When these acceptances had been received, it was thought safe to issue an announcement, and the first public intimation of the scheme was e general laws of Massachusetts with the name The Society for the Collegiate Instruction for Women.
This was in August, 1882, and several new members were added at the time who greatly increased the strength of the body.
These were Professor Charles Eliot Norton, Professor Goodwin, Professor Smith, at the time Dean of Harvard College, Professor Child, Professor Byerly, Professor James Mills Peirce, Miss Mason and Henry Lee Higginson, Esq., of Boston, and Joseph B. Warner, Esq., of Cambridge,
leasure and business seem to have about equal importance.
One of the most delightful features of life at Radcliffe is the opportunity afforded the students for meeting or hearing so many prominent men and women, and that this privilege is theirs is largely due to the courtesy of Harvard.
Certainly it is a privilege to be appreciated when it means hearing such widely different men as General Booth of the Salvation Army, Mr. Humphrey Ward, M. Du Chaillu the African explorer, and Prof. Charles Eliot Norton.
Beside these occasional lectures, Radcliffe students have always the privilege of personal intercourse with the best and wisest of the Harvard professors.
Surely the Radcliffe girl need not envy girls from other colleges.
Other colleges may have broader grounds and wider halls, none has broader culture and wider opportunities for development.
If ebullitions of college spirit seem somewhat lacking among the girls, there is, nevertheless, a deep and loving respect for the alma
ne the pleasures which have been in that auditorium.
Before the guest appears a crowd of youths and maidens.
Tables are spread, music sounds.
But all this reveals not at all the scene of many a Friday afternoon when the Idler Club meets and the little stage of the auditorium, with its walls of soft green and pillars of cream white, becomes the stage for a play.
And only with vivid imagination, brought into most active service, can our guests picture to themselves the auditorium when Professor Norton, Professor Goodwin, Mrs. Laura Ormiston Chant, Major Brewer of the Salvation Army, or Miss Helena Dudley, of Denison House, the Boston college settlement, have stood before the Radcliffe students and spoken on some subject which interested all.
Though Fay House at an Idler tea has proved a pleasant place to many, did I wish to made Fay House dear to a friend.
I should lead her blindfold over the wide stairways to the library above, late on some sunny afternoon.
I should draw one o