of which was like teaching classes to read out of Shakespeare
Thus full of simple and congenial work, Longfellow
went to housekeeping with his young wife in a house still attractive under its rural elms, and thus described by him:—
‘June 23 . I can almost fancy myself in Spain
, the morning is so soft and beautiful.
The tessellated shadow of the honeysuckle lies motionless upon my study floor, as if it were a figure in the carpet; and through the open window comes the fragrance of the wild brier and the mock orange.
The birds are carolling in the trees, and their shadows flit across the window as they dart to and fro in the sunshine; while the murmur of the bee, the cooing of doves from the eaves, and the whirring of a little humming-bird that has its nest in the honeysuckle, send up a sound of joy to meet the rising sun.’