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of Longfellow's poems do we trace this love for the river, which flows ever on past the windows from which he used to exult in its ever-changing, never-wearying beauty! The broad meadows and the steel-blue river remind me of the meadows of Unterseen and the river Aar; and beyond them rise magnificent snow-white clouds, piled up like Alps. Thus the shades of George Washington and William Tell seem to walk together on these Elysian fields. Dearer was the river to the poet for the name, which reminded him of three friends, all true and tried, and how tender is the later good-night to one of these, a friend, who bore thy name, sleeping in sweet Auburn, around which the river still steals with such silent pace. Others have written too of our river, ours and the world's, but the cool wind blows more freshly, reminding us that this is still March. We look across to the Brighton meadows, look once more where the Charles writes the last letter of his name, and then turn homeward.
nd across a ferry at Copp's Hill. That bridge cost a deal of money, and various expedients were adopted to aid Cambridge in her bearing of what was justly considered a heavy burden for the poor little town. Brighton, Newton, Lexington and Middlesex County itself helped to keep the bridge in repair, and even the General Court occasionally granted money on its account. It would take too long to review in detail all the important events that have happened here, such as the brilliant scene in 1716 when Colonel Shute, the newly made governor of Massachusetts and New Hampshire, was met at the bridge by Spencer Phips, Esq., with his Troop of Horse, the Sheriff of Middlesex and other gentlement of the County, and conducted by them to Harvard College, where he was entertained with a long oration, all in Latin. It was nearly sixty years after that gala day, that the planks of the Great Bridge were hastily torn up and piled along the Cambridge side in order to impede the march of Lord Perc
April 19th, 1775 AD (search for this): chapter 15
Massachusetts and New Hampshire, was met at the bridge by Spencer Phips, Esq., with his Troop of Horse, the Sheriff of Middlesex and other gentlement of the County, and conducted by them to Harvard College, where he was entertained with a long oration, all in Latin. It was nearly sixty years after that gala day, that the planks of the Great Bridge were hastily torn up and piled along the Cambridge side in order to impede the march of Lord Percy's advancing reinforcements, on the nineteenth of April, 1775. Then what days and weeks followed. Many a time has Washington gazed on these tiny waves, or lifted his eyes to the misty hills, softly outlined against the sky, as he pondered over the fortunes of the venturesome colonies. Sweet Dorothy Dudley, whose journal we read so recently, has paused here to note the changing green of the marshes as she carried her lint and bandages to the improvised hospitals. We can fancy her forgetting the absorbing subject of the war for a minute and
Dorothy Dudley (search for this): chapter 15
wo hundred and sixty-five years ago, when an exploring party came hither, seeking a place for a fortified town which should be the seat of government. Deputy-governor Dudley was the ruling spirit in the choice of this place, and Johnson describes the plan in such quaint words as these: At this time, those who were in place of civie a place situate on Charles River, between Charles Towne and Water Towne, where they erected a town called New Towne, now named Cambridge. Governor Winthrop and Dudley had a sharp controversy over this, and Winthrop seems to have had no notion of coming here to live; but we can have no quarrel with him on that score to-day, as wthese tiny waves, or lifted his eyes to the misty hills, softly outlined against the sky, as he pondered over the fortunes of the venturesome colonies. Sweet Dorothy Dudley, whose journal we read so recently, has paused here to note the changing green of the marshes as she carried her lint and bandages to the improvised hospitals
Henry Dunster (search for this): chapter 15
gton gazed on these tiny waves, or lifted his eyes to the misty hills, softly outlined against the sky, as he pondered over the fortunes of the venturesome colonies. Sweet Dorothy Dudley, whose journal we read so recently, has paused here to note the changing green of the marshes as she carried her lint and bandages to the improvised hospitals. We can fancy her forgetting the absorbing subject of the war for a minute and knitting her pretty brows in perplexity over the aberrations of President Dunster and thinking what a dreadful thing it is when the Evil One originates peculiar views on baptism to confound college professors. The afternoon is too short for us to pass in review the many who have felt their puzzles and bothers somewhat soothed by thy even flow, O River Charles! No less dear are the recent associations with the river. What venturesome scribbler would dare follow after the poets who have lavished their wealth of fancy and richness of words, most undying of all th
him, at the time when Captain John Smith gave his name to the just-discovered and disappointing river. No Hudson was this beguiling stream, which promised much in its wide welcome to the eager adventurers, but soon betrayed its secret of dependence on the ebb and flow of the tides, confessing its narrow banks and its country manners. Little did sturdy Captain Smith imagine that these same banks would one day give peace and protection to the judges of his unfortunate ruler. The regicides, Goffe and Whalley, came in the same ship that brought the news of the Restoration. They must have been dignified and self-respecting refugees, received courteously by the Governor, as they were, and visited by the principal persons of the town. The magistrates of Cambridge entertained and feasted them with great solemnity say the old records, and the river rippled on, unashamed of its name. The name and nothing more was the bequest of Captain Smith to the stream. The first event of its witne
Thomas Wentworth Higginson (search for this): chapter 15
oration. They must have been dignified and self-respecting refugees, received courteously by the Governor, as they were, and visited by the principal persons of the town. The magistrates of Cambridge entertained and feasted them with great solemnity say the old records, and the river rippled on, unashamed of its name. The name and nothing more was the bequest of Captain Smith to the stream. The first event of its witnessing that nearly concerns us was the semi-military picnic, as Colonel Higginson aptly calls it, two hundred and sixty-five years ago, when an exploring party came hither, seeking a place for a fortified town which should be the seat of government. Deputy-governor Dudley was the ruling spirit in the choice of this place, and Johnson describes the plan in such quaint words as these: At this time, those who were in place of civil government, having some additional pillars to underprop the building, began to think of a place of more safety in the eyes of man than th
n their territory? It is not quite easy to imagine just how it fitted into its surroundings two hundred and eighty-one years ago, when it was first christened with its English name. The days of his dignified and unhappy Majesty, King Charles the First, seem sometimes far away, but it brings them a little nearer to remember that he was only a prince, Baby Charles as they used to call him, at the time when Captain John Smith gave his name to the just-discovered and disappointing river. No Hudson was this beguiling stream, which promised much in its wide welcome to the eager adventurers, but soon betrayed its secret of dependence on the ebb and flow of the tides, confessing its narrow banks and its country manners. Little did sturdy Captain Smith imagine that these same banks would one day give peace and protection to the judges of his unfortunate ruler. The regicides, Goffe and Whalley, came in the same ship that brought the news of the Restoration. They must have been dignified
ld records, and the river rippled on, unashamed of its name. The name and nothing more was the bequest of Captain Smith to the stream. The first event of its witnessing that nearly concerns us was the semi-military picnic, as Colonel Higginson aptly calls it, two hundred and sixty-five years ago, when an exploring party came hither, seeking a place for a fortified town which should be the seat of government. Deputy-governor Dudley was the ruling spirit in the choice of this place, and Johnson describes the plan in such quaint words as these: At this time, those who were in place of civil government, having some additional pillars to underprop the building, began to think of a place of more safety in the eyes of man than the two frontier towns of Boston and Charlestown were, for the habitation of such as the Lord had prepared to govern this pilgrim people. Wherefore they rather made choice to enter further among the Indians than hazard the fury of malignant adversaries who in a
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (search for this): chapter 15
el as water, but without its glare, and with softer and more soothing gradations of perspective, the eve is carried to a horizon of softly rounded hills. More familiar still are the well known passages from Under the Willows : The sliding Charles, Blue towards the west, and bluer and more blue, Living and lustrous, as a woman's eyes Look once and look no more, with southward curve Ran crinkling sunniness, like Helen's hair Glimpsed in Elysium, insubstantial gold. In how many of Longfellow's poems do we trace this love for the river, which flows ever on past the windows from which he used to exult in its ever-changing, never-wearying beauty! The broad meadows and the steel-blue river remind me of the meadows of Unterseen and the river Aar; and beyond them rise magnificent snow-white clouds, piled up like Alps. Thus the shades of George Washington and William Tell seem to walk together on these Elysian fields. Dearer was the river to the poet for the name, which reminded
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