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Charles Towne (search for this): chapter 15
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 rage might pursue them, and therefore chose 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 witTowne, 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 we look across to the gilded dome and reflect that it is in its right place. There was a ferry at the foot of Dunster Street which served the colonists for twenty years before the Great Bridge was built. From the ferry a road led through Brookline and Roxbury into Boston, and whoever wished to take another route must make his way through Charlestown and across a ferry at Copp's Hill. That bridge cost a deal of money, and various expedients were adopted to aid
Emma Endicott Marean (search for this): chapter 15
The river Charles. Mrs. Emma Endicott Marean. To-day we have our first spring walk. It is a short one, hardly more than down to the river, but it is pleasant to note the deepening green of the grass, and still more pleasant to watch for a moment the gentle river itself, rippling here and there, but seeming unconscious of the broadening bay and the ocean not far distant. A single white-shirted, bare-armed rower glides past us in his slender boat, while the red-tipped oars drop vivid beads of color into the water. As we look down from the street above a wave of indignation and shame takes away the momentary delight. Why has our river been so neglected? Why is it not to-day what surely it must become in the future, a chief ornament of our city? To-day it is at its height and the waves glimmer and glance in the afternoon sunlight, as if trying to promise beauty and refreshing to an undeserving city, if only the chance be given. Nothing is more eternal than a river. Wildern
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
Spencer Phips (search for this): chapter 15
bridge 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 Percy's advancing reinforcements, on the nineteenth of April, 1775. Then what days and weeks followed. Many a time h
James Russell Lowell (search for this): chapter 15
riginates 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 the materials mortals may build with, on descriptions of its charm? Lowell talks of people who must go over to the Alps to learn of the divine silence of the snow, or to Italy before they can recognize the daily miracle of the sunset; but he himself has done much to teach us better by such description as this, where he catches the shades of the marshes: The Charles slipped smoothly through green and purple salt meadows, darkened here and there as with a stranded cloud shadow. Over these marshes, level as water, but without its glare, and with softer and more
There was a ferry at the foot of Dunster Street which served the colonists for twenty years before the Great Bridge was built. From the ferry a road led through Brookline and Roxbury into Boston, and whoever wished to take another route must make his way through Charlestown and 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 con
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.
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
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
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