the hoot of the owl startled the belated lover of nature who lingered too long in the solitudes.
Here in the moonlight nights gathered youths and maidens, and listened to the soft tones of the flute and flageolet, and sang sweet songs, and sat under the scattered trees on an open knoll near the Stone
mansion, hard by the river.
Far and wide was Sweet Auburn
known, and dear to many hearts, being full of sweet memories.
From its highest hill, Stone
's Mount, the prospect stretched wide and beautiful on every hand.
A grand old oak stood on the summit; in the boughs of this a seat was constructed to which access was gained by a ladder of easy ascent.
This was the favorite seat of the last owner of the ancestral acres.
From this mount of vision could be descried by the aid of a spy-glass, Boston
and its harbor and islands, Charlestown
, the young towns beyond, Lynn
far away and faintly lined, Watertown
and West Cambridge
) near by, Fresh Pond
sparkling almost under his feet, the hills of Newton
across the river, Brighton nearer still, the marshes, the winding river, classic Cambridge
, historical Dorchester
, and Roxbury
— an unequalled panorama of town, village, hill, forest and many waters, orchards and gardens, meadows and fields of waving grain.
No wonder the old oak furnished so great an attraction for its numerous visitors.
To the poet Sweet Auburn
was a spot of romantic interest.
It was the theme of many a lay, and dear to many a heart.
But the time came when it was to be yet dearer and more widely sacred, when as Mount Auburn
it was to have a national reputation.
Probably no place in the world was ever more naturally beautiful