then accessible, as Mr. Greeley tells us, only by a long winding private lane, wholly dark at night and meeting the old Boston Road at Forty-Ninth Street. The only regular communication with the thickly-settled parts of that city--two miles away — was by an hourly stage on the Third Avenue.
Greeley's Recollections of a busy life, p. 177. In this suburban retirement Margaret Fuller must have been almost as much cut off from the evening life of the metropolis as if she had remained at Jamaica Plain; and this fact doubtless abbreviated her stay there; but meanwhile she reveled in its picturesqueness,--the wide hall, the piazza, the garden, the trees, the rocks, the gliding sails.
She thus describes her position to her brother Eugene, in New Orleans:--
For me, I have never been so well situated.
As to a home, the place where we live is old and dilapidated, but in a situation of great natural loveliness.
When there I am perfectly secluded, yet every one I wish to see comes to