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"Go, find a place at home and hearth 
 
 Where er thy singer s name is known; 
 Revive for him the kindly thought 
 Of friends; and they who love him not, 
 Touched by some strain of thine, perchance may take 
 The hand he proffers all, and thank him for thy sake." 
 
 Ml 23580 
 
The Whittier Birthplace. 
 
 E i.; H-iverh-.;:. 
 }",::. : .. .6R- I y Thim ,- Wr.. 
 
 "The old farm-house nestling in its valley; hills stretching off to 
 the south, and green meadows to the east; the small stream which 
 came noisily down its ravine, washing the old garden-wall and softly 
 lapping on fallen stones and mossy roots of beeches and hemlocks; the 
 tall sentinel poplars at the gateway; the oak-forest, sweeping unbroken 
 to the northern horizon, the grass-grown carriage-path, with its rude 
 and crazy bridge, the dear old landscape of my boyhood lies out 
 stretched before me like a daguerreotype from that picture within which 
 I have borne with me in all my wanderings." 
 
The Homestead Fireplace. 
 
 "The voices of that hearth are still." 
 
 "Sit with me by the homestead hearth 
 And stretch the hands of memory forth." 
 
 We watched the first red blaze appear, 
 Heard the sharp crackle, caught the gleam 
 On whitewashed wall and sagging beam. 
 Until the old, rude-furnished room 
 Burst, flower-like, into rosy bloom." 
 
The Brook. 
 
 Eaet Hiverhi;: 
 
 Laughed the brook for my delight 
 Through the day and through the night. 
 Whispering at the garden wall, 
 Talked with me from fall to fall." 
 
 Tllf /lartfuat 
 
 "The music of whose liquid lip 
 Had been to us companionship. 
 And. in our lonely life, had grown 
 To have an almost human tone." 
 
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The "Whittier Elm." 
 
 Near the Birthplace. East HiverhiJl. 
 
 The tree my childhood loved is there." 
 
 The Miuionary. 
 
Country Bridge. 
 
 East Haverhill. 
 
 The haunted bridge of the Country Brook." 
 
 The //time Comiixj of tht Hritic. 
 
 (Country Brook.) " It was, for the most part, a sober, quiet little 
 river ; but at intervals it broke into a low, rippling laugh over rocks and 
 trunks of fallen trees. There had, so tradition said, once been a witch- 
 meeting on its banks, of six little old women in short, sky-blue cloaks; 
 and if a drunken teamster could be credited, a ghost was once seen bob 
 bing for eels under Country Bridge. It ground our corn and rye for us, 
 at its two grist-mills; and we drove our sheep to it for their spring wash 
 ing, an anniversary which was looked forward to with intense delight, for 
 it was always rare fun for the youngsters. This brook in its turn, after 
 doing duty at two or three saw and grist mills, the clack of which we 
 could hear in still days across the intervening woodlands, found its way 
 to the great river, and the river took it up and bore it down to the great 
 sea." 
 
 frnitr Wurkt. Thf nub 1 iliiln t Ciitrh. 
 
Lake Kenoza. 
 
 Haverhill 
 
 "Kenoza! o er no sweeter lake 
 
 Shall morning break or noon-cloud sail, 
 No fairer face than thine shall take 
 
 The sunset s golden veil." 
 
 Lake of the pickerel ! let no more 
 
 The echoes answer back, Great Pond. 
 
 But sweet Kenoza, from thy shore 
 And watching hills beyond." 
 
 Kennza l.nkf. 
 
Lake Sattonstall. 
 
 Haverhill. 
 
 Her autumn leaves by Saltonstal!." 
 
 HanrMlt. 
 
 Whose waters still 
 Mirror the forest and the hill." 
 

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The Hannah Doston Monument. 
 
 City Hall Park, Haverhil .. 
 
 "The far-famed Hannah Custon, (who while a captive of the In 
 dians snd maddened by the murder of her infant child, killed and 
 scalped, with the assistance of a young boy, the entire band of her cap 
 tors, ten in number)." 
 
 I nise H nrl;i. Thc l\oy Ciijitires. 
 
 Four bronze rzlief tablets, inscribed: 
 
 (i) Hannah Dust ill (2) Her husband s defence- 
 
 was captured of their children 
 
 by the Indiaas against the pursuing 
 
 1.1 Havcrhill savages 
 
 the place of her nativity 
 Marc , ,;, ,6,7 
 
 Krected A. I) 187; 
 
 (3) Her slaying of her (4) Her return 
 
 captors at Contoocook 
 Islaad Mch. ^o, 1697 
 nnd escaj>e 
 
Haverhill Public Library. 
 
 Su.n.::.rr 3t:-?e. 
 
 Here Greek and Roman find themselves 
 Alive along these crowded shelves ; 
 And Shakespeare treads again his stage. 
 And Chaucer paints anew his age. 
 As if some Pantheon s marbles broke 
 Their stony trance, and lived and spoke. 
 Life thrills along the alcoved hall, 
 The lords of thought await our call." 
 
 Tin l.ilirnrii. 
 
Rolfe Tablet. 
 
 C . :-;.er Summer S :-ef. 
 Entrance to the Old Burying Ground. 
 
 Even now the villager can tell 
 Where Rolfe beside his hearthstone fell. 
 And still, within the churchyard ground. 
 Heaves darkly up the ancient mound. 
 Whose grass-grown surface overlies 
 The victims of that sacrifice." 
 
 I riilnrtrl. 
 
 Inscription on the Tablet at Entrance of Old 
 Burying Ground. 
 
 Inscription on the Rolfe Tablet. Old 1 iiryinL; (iroiind 
 
 I enjnmin Rolie 
 
 
 ..n,l mini-ler ol II:,.. 
 
 with his iie one , Inld " 
 
 ^tiil three soldiers were Lilletl 
 
 near this spot liv Indians 
 
 Here lie tl 
 Aug. - , 1708. 
 
 Havcrhill and n my 
 tlieir des, endants. 
 
The Sycamores. 
 
 Water Street, Haverhiil. 
 
 In the outskirts of the village. 
 
 On the river s winding shores. 
 Stand the occidental plane-trees. 
 
 Stand the ancient Sycamores." 
 
 The Sycamorfi. 
 
Haverhill Academy. 
 
 New th Whit">v f -h--- 
 
 The gulf of seven and fifty years 
 
 We stretch our welcoming hands across; 
 The distance but a pebble s toss 
 
 Between us and our youth appears 
 
 For in life s school we linger on 
 The remnant of a once full list ; 
 Conning our lessons, undismissed, 
 
 With faces to the setting sun. 
 
 And some have gone the unknown way. 
 And some await the call to rest : 
 Who knoweth whether it is best 
 
 For those who went or those who stay? " 
 
Merrimac River. 
 
 There are streams which are famous in history s story. 
 
 Whose names are familiar to pen and to tongue. 
 Renowned in the records of love and of glory. 
 
 Where knighthood has ridden and minstrels have sung : 
 Fair streams thro more populous regions are gliding, 
 
 Tower, temple, and palace their borders adorning. 
 With tall-masted ships on their broad bosoms riding. 
 
 Their banners stretch d out in the breezes of morning ; 
 And their vales may be lovely and pleasant but never 
 
 Was skiff ever wafted, or wav d a white sail 
 O er a lovelier wave than my dear native river. 
 
 Or brighter tides roll d than in Merrimac s vale! " 
 
 I lif I, ilt , the Me, 
 
Rocks Bridge. 
 
 Across the Mei-rirr.iok Riv-, 
 The Countess* Grave. 
 
 The dark tunnel of the bridge." 
 
 Yet pause by one low mound, and part 
 
 The wild vines o er it laced. 
 
 And read the words by rustic art 
 
 Upon its headstone traced." 
 
 Count Francois, dc Viparl c.um- In the I lined Mates 1,1 the early |..ul ni tile 
 191!) century anil to.ik up his rt-siik-iu-i- :il KM. U ViJIu^e nn thi- Mcrrimack. 
 There lie was married In Mary In^ ills, a I ,v .! [ .11111; K irl. She died on 
 Jan. =;. 1807. alinul a year ailer I|K niarrlace an. I tK<- referem e in the |>[)elll 
 is to her i;rave. 
 
"The Laurels." 
 
 On the Merrirr.ask River. 
 
 Hold in thy mirror, calm and deep, 
 The pleasant pictures thou hast seen ; 
 
 Forget thy lovers not, but keep 
 
 Our memory like thy laurels green." 
 
 The iMitrflt. 
 
 From photograph l>y w - ^- Thompson, Ncwtmryport. Mass. 
 
Whittier s Residence. 
 
 Corner of Pleasant ar.d Friend Streets, Arr.estury- Mass. 
 
 Home of my heart ! to me more fair 
 Than gay Versailles or Windsor s halls." 
 
 The f.iuil Wall in Autumn. 
 
Whrttier s Library. 
 
 My quiet room and fireside nook 
 
 Where the casement light falls dim and gray." 
 
 Tin Dtmtiti of the. 
 
 What greetings smile, what farewells wave. 
 
 What loved ones enter and depart ! 
 The good, the beautiful, the brave, 
 
 The Heaven-lent treasures of the heart!" 
 
 The l.nitt H d//. in Autumn. 
 
Whittier s Garden. 
 
 "Home sgreen quiet. 
 
 ( rom photograph *> ^ * (- I h<impson. 
 
The Friends Meeting House. 
 
 Amesfcury. 
 
 In calm and cool and silence, once again 
 1 find my old accustomed place among 
 My brethren, where, perchance, no human tongue 
 Shall utter words : where never hymn is sung, 
 Nor deep-toned organ blown, nor censer swung. 
 
 Nor dim light falling through the pictured pane!" 
 
 Dream not, O friend, because I seek 
 
 This quiet shelter twice a week, 
 
 I better deem its pine-laid floor 
 
 Than breezy hill or sea-sung shore ; 
 
 But nature is not solitude : . . . 
 
 And so I find it well to come 
 
 For deeper rest to this still room." 
 
 I ll, Mr<t< 
 
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The Statue of Josiah Bartlett. 
 
 Amesbury. 
 
 Unveiled July 4. 1688. Governor BarUett. was a signer of 
 the Deiliration rf It. dependence. 
 
 O storied vale of Merrimac, 
 
 Rejoice through all thy shade and shine 
 And from his century s sleep call back 
 A brave and honored son of thine. 
 
 And thou, O Land he loved, rejoice 
 That in the countless years to come. 
 
 Whenever Freedom needs a voice. 
 
 These sculptured lips shall not be dumb! " 
 
 Onf of the 
 
The Old Macey House. 
 
 Amesbury. 
 
 Now, Goodman Macey, ope thy door,- 
 We would not be house-breakers ; 
 
 A rueful deed thou st done this day. 
 In harboring banished Quakers." 
 
 The K.ri/r* 
 
 From photograph by \V. < 
 
In Amesbury. 
 
 " There s a well-sweep at every door in town." 
 
 The Ca/itdin t H rll. 
 
The Captain Valentine Bagley House. 
 
 Amestrary. 
 
 11 I saw, as I prayed, my home once more, 
 The house, the barn, the elms by the door." 
 
 The Captain t Well. 
 
In Amesbury. 
 
 The grass-lined road, that riverward wound. 
 Ths tall slate stones of the burying ground, 
 The belfry and steeple on meeting-house hill." 
 
 The fnjitnin t H rll. 
 
 The stone landmark on mecting-hous* hill is inscribed : 
 
 The first 
 Meeting House 
 
 in AiiiL-sbury 
 
 was crt- Ctcd nil this spot 
 
 in Me ye:ir 1065. 
 
The brook with its dam, and gray grist mill." 
 
 Tlir rVi/;fiV Writ 
 
The Bagley Well. 
 
 And here is the well I promised the Lord ! 
 
 And when z wayfarer weary and hot, 
 
 Kept to the mid-road, pausing not 
 
 For the well s refreshing, he shook his head ; 
 
 He don t know the value of water, he said ; 
 
 Had he prayed for a drop, as I have done, 
 
 In the desert circle of sand and sun, 
 
 He would drink and rest, and go home to tell 
 
 That God s best gift is the wayside well ! " 
 
Amrsbury. 
 
 And spring does not tarry 
 As it does at Amesbury." 
 
 To I.ttcti l.tirrom. 
 
Amesbury. 
 
 From Powcw Kill 
 
 "Po Hill is still on guard, 
 Looking land and ocean ward." 
 
 Abrtiin Morrison. 
 
 One Sabbath day my friend and I 
 After the meeting, quietly 
 Passed from the crowded village lanes. 
 White with dry dust for lack of rains, 
 And climbed the neighboring slope. . . . 
 We reached, at length, the topmost swell, 
 Whence, either way, the green turf fell 
 In terraces of nature down 
 To fruit-hung orchards, and the town 
 With white, pretenceless houses, tall 
 Church-steeples, and, o ershadowing all, 
 Hugh mills whose windows had the look 
 Of eager eyes that ill could brook 
 The Sabbath rest. We traced the track 
 Of the sea-seeking river back 
 Glistening for miles above its mouth, 
 Through the long valley to the south." 
 
 Miriam. 
 
Deer Island. 
 
 Near the mouth of the Memmaojc H. 
 
 Deer Island s rocks and fir-trees." 
 
Chain-Bridge. 
 
 Across the Msrnmsck at Deer Islai.d. 
 
 The swinging chain-bridge." 
 
 Thf I rnichrr 
 
Hawkswood. 
 
 On the Merrimack. 
 
 Hawkswood s belt of trees." 
 
 .\fabel Martin. 
 
 From photograph by \V. C. Thompson. 
 
Home of Harriet Prescott Spofford. 
 
 I see thy home, set like an eagb s nest 
 Among Deer Island s immemorial pines." 
 
 To Hurrii t I rescfltt Spofford, 
 
 Fro-n photograph hy W. C. Thompson. 
 
Oldtown Hill and Parker River. 
 
 Near Amestury. 
 
 "As long as sheep shall look from the side 
 Of Oldtown Hill on marishes wide, 
 And Parker River, and salt-sea tide ; . . . 
 As long as Nature shall not grow old. 
 Nor drop her work from her doting hold, 
 And her care for the Indian corn forget. 
 And the yellow rows in pairs to set ; 
 So long shall Christians here be born, 
 Grow up and ripen as God s sweet corn !" 
 
 The Prophecy tif Sttmnft Srwall. 
 
 i photograph by W. C. Thompson. 
 
Artichoke River. 
 
 Pictured Artichoke." 
 
 June KII tht MtrrimiK . 
 
Curson s Mill. 
 
 Artichoke River. 
 
 Curson s bowery mill." 
 
 June on the .\ferrimac. 
 
 From photograph liy W. ( . Thompson. 
 
Powow River. 
 
 Near Ame3t :\-\ 
 
 The mirror of the Powow." 
 
 A Sony of lliirrent. 
 
 From phiit.iuraph l.y \V. ( . 1 I. .|,i|,~.,;,. 
 
The Whitefieid Church. 
 
 Newburyport, Mass. 
 
 George Whitefieid. the celebrated preacher, die! in the 
 house near the church in 1770, ar.d was buried under the 
 church which has since borne his name. 
 
 "Awhile my friend with rapid search 
 
 O erran the landscape. Yonder spire 
 Over gray roofs, a shaft of fire ; 
 
 What is it. pray? -The Whitefieid Church ! 
 
 Walled about by its basement stones, 
 
 There rest the marvellous prophet s bones. " 
 
 The I reachtr. 
 
 Fntrn photograph by W. C. I ll 
 
Black Recks and Plum Island. 
 
 M--.I N--.V: u yi >! . 
 
 Around the Black Rocks." 
 
 I ll.- K.rilt* 
 
 Long and low, with dwarf trees crowned. 
 Plum Island lies, like a whale aground." 
 
 I lif I ri liliri i/ "/ .iiimiirl Xrirall. 
 
 Kn.in |ih..|.,i;r.i|.hs liy W. . Hi...., ,>.. 
 
Where Salisbury s level marshes spread 
 Mile-wide as flies the laden bee." 
 
 Snowboitnd. 
 
 From photograph by W. C. Thompson. 
 
Three friends, the guests of summer time, 
 
 Pitched their white tent where sea-winds blew. 
 
 They rested there, escaped awhile 
 
 From cares that wear the life away. 
 
 To eat the lotus of the Nile 
 
 And drink the poppies of Cathay." 
 
 James T. Fields Bayard Taylor. 
 
 One. with Ins LIMP! sc.iivc silvered, li.in- "Anil ..nc. who,.- Aral, i;i. e was lanned 
 A ready iredem e i i hi- I" k-, ! > ""I".: -" -""I """-""I <*< 
 
 A lettered ma K i,ate, l.mlinj o er N, lr:.\elk,l there w;i- Milt.e :< la, hi 
 An ever-wiilemnn realm oi books." I >r |.e.i|.l<- left him I., exhan-t." 
 
 John G. Whittier. 
 "Anil o.le then: was. a dreamer hoin, 
 
 V. ho will, a miss,,, n In fulfil. 
 Had left the Muse s haunts to turn 
 
 The erank i,i an opinion-mill." 
 
 Tent OH tilt lit tii-h. 
 Referring to Salisbury lleach and vicinity. 
 
Rivermouth Rocks. 
 
 !!: H .ri.; t j .. 
 Git >v .^ N Ham[h- :"- : la 
 
 They saw not the Shadow that walked beside. 
 
 They heard not the feet with silence shod. 
 But thicker and thicker a hot mist grew. 
 Shot by the lightnings through and through : 
 And muffled growls, like the growl of a beast, 
 Ran along the sky from west to east. 
 The Shoalsmen looked, but saw alone 
 Dark films of rain-cloud slantwise blown. 
 Wild rocks lit up by the lightning s glare. 
 The strife and torment of sea and air." 
 
 The ll rrrt in Ilirrrmiiiitli. 
 
Oak Knoll. 
 
 Summer Street. Dai.vers. Mass 
 
 Did ever such a morning break 
 As that my eastern windows see ? 
 
 Did ever such a moonlight take 
 
 Weird photographs of shrub and tree? " 
 
 Tht Clear Vitivn. 
 
 From photograph tiy W. H. HaHiday, 
 
Salem Witch House. 
 
 0:: Essex Street. 
 Front in 1850. Rear in origir.al ?or.d;tion. 
 
 "In the witch-craft day." 
 
 / / Demnn uf tin- Sillily. 
 
 Krom |,li,,i,, K raplis liy MmilKm I h.il.i. < <,.. l ,,, M ,,n. 
 
1 On the rocks of Marblehead." 
 
 The Swan Sony nf /Virito/i 
 
Skipper Ireson s House and Fort Sewall. 
 Marbleheal. 
 
 The strangest ride that ever was sped 
 Was Ireson s. out from Marblehead." 
 
 \ see the gray fort s broken wall." 
 
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St. Michael s Church. 
 Mrt>lehead. 
 
 Church to reverend memories dear 
 Quaint in desk and chandelier ; 
 
 Loft, whose tiny organ kept 
 
 Keys that Snetzler s hand had swept ; 
 
 Altar, o er whose tablet old 
 Sinai s law its thunders rolled! " 
 
 Thf. 
 
 Kroni photograph* ly M H. Graves, Marbleliead, Mas>. 
 
Among the lagends sung or said 
 
 Along our rocky shore. 
 The Wishing Bridge of Marblehead 
 
 May well ba sung once more." 
 
 From photograph by Kreti li. I.itchinan. 
 
 llriilge. 
 
Gloucester s harbor bar." 
 
 The Kxilta. 
 
Cape Ann, Eastern Point Light. 
 Boar s Head. 
 
 Coast of Massachusetts. 
 
 On yonder rocky cape, which braves 
 The stormy challenge of the waves. 
 Midst tangled vine and dwarfish wood, 
 The hardy Anglo-Saxon stood ; 
 Midst roll of drum and trumpet blare. 
 And weapons brandishing in air, 
 He gave to that lone promontory 
 The sweetest name in all his story." 
 
 The Mrrrimticl:. 
 
 East of the grisly Head of the Boar." 
 
 Thf Wreck of Kirmunulk. 
 
Unfathomed deep, unfetter d waste 
 
 Of never-silent waves, 
 Each by its rushing follower chas d." 
 
 Kn.ni |.liot..i:r:i|ih liy Nmlc PI I ... I .,.: 
 
"Whence, sternly from her rocky throne. 
 Queen of the North. Quebec looks down." 
 
 The It orlit s Convention. 
 
 Krnin photograph t>y J. K. l.ivcrnin*. (Jlicbcc. 
 
Bald or Green Mountain. 
 
 Mount Desert Reck. 
 
 Coast, of Man.e. 
 
 Within a tew years, a niiivciiiriit lia> been made ID <:liani;e vhe 
 Creen Mountain, iipun hi.li Jnlin Creenleat Whittier wrote 
 Mejjiini:" t" M<niiit Wliinicr. 
 
 On the Bald Mountain s shrubless brow 
 The gray and thunder-smitten pile 
 Which marks afar the Desert Isle." 
 
 And Desert Rock, abrupt and bare, 
 Lifts its gray turrets in the air,- 
 Seen from afar, like some stronghold 
 Built by the ocean kings of old." 
 
 rrnin |>!iMt,,i;raph l>y Nink I lm 
 
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Baron de St. Castine. 
 
 And with them one whose bearded cheek. 
 And white and wrinkled brow, bespeak 
 
 A wanderer from the shores of France. 
 A few long locks of scattering snow 
 Beneath a battered morion flow. 
 And from the rivets of the vest 
 Which girds in steel his ample breast. 
 
 The slanted sunbeams glance. 
 In the harsh outlines of his face 
 Passion and sin have left their trace ; 
 Yet, save worn brow and thin gray hair. 
 No signs of weary age are there. 
 
 His step is firm, his eye is keen. 
 Nor years in broil and battle spent, 
 Nor toil, nor wounds, nor pain have bent 
 
 The lordly frame of old Castine." 
 
 Afogg Merjonc. 
 From photograph used by permission of Noah Brooks. 
 
Main Street. 
 Winona Cliff. 
 Dice s Head Light. 
 
 Castine, Mair.e 
 
 1 Castine s country." 
 
 Mnrtjnret ^itiitli * ,lttnrmil. 
 
Penobscot River. 
 
 Swift and strong, Penobscot passes 
 White with foamy falls." 
 
 / lit I.lltl,fi<-rtti<: 
 
 From photograph by \V. G. "\itxciu. 
 
Mouth of the Penobscot River. 
 
 The broad Penobscot comes to meet 
 And mingle with his own bright bay." 
 
 Moil;/ M<ij<nte. 
 
 ( mill pliol,>i;r:i]>h by \V. ( ;. >:iri;em. 
 
Wood Island. 
 
 Neart.-:t Mou :. .Saco Hwer. 
 
 " Has Scamman, versed in Indian wile, 
 For vengeance left his vine-hung isle ? " 
 
 Mi>yy Mttjitne. 
 
 What. asked the Traveller, would our sires. 
 
 The old Norse story-tellers, say 
 Of sun-graved pictures, ocean wires, 
 
 And smoking steamboats of today ? " 
 
 KalHttultittry Churcji. 
 
Owl s Head Light. 
 
 Entrance to Rocklar.d Harbor. Maine. 
 
 "From gray sea-fog, from icy drift, 
 
 From peril and from pain. 
 The home-bound fisher greets thy lights. 
 
 C hundred-harbored Maine." 
 
Mt. Washington. 
 
 White Mountains. New Hampshire. 
 
 Indian name. Ht. Agiochcok. 
 
 11 Gray searcher of the upper air, 
 
 There s sunshine on thy ancient walls. 
 
 A crown upon thy forehead bare, 
 A flash upon thy waterfalls. 
 
 A rainbow glory in the cloud 
 
 Upon thine awful summit bowed." 
 
 Mt. Agiochook. 
 
 From photograph by J. A. McConnick. Hostoti. 
 
Old Man of the Mountain. 
 
 Watched over by the solemn-browed 
 And awful face of stone." 
 
From a copyrighted photoerap- rv H. G. Ppahody, Boston 
 
Lake Winnepesaukee. 
 Profile Rock. 
 
 The Weirs. M. H. 
 
 The Winnepesaukee shore. 
 
 .1 /,<</< n,l ,,! the 
 
Mt. Chocorua. 
 
 Carroll County. New Han.pshire. 
 
 There towared Chocorua s peak." 
 
 The Hill-Tnp. 
 
 h re mi photugraph by Soule I hnt... ( o. 
 
Sandwich Mountains. 
 
 Through Sandwich notch the west-wind sang." 
 
 Amoti;/ the /////x. 
 
 From photograph by Soulc Photo. Co., Boston. 
 
The Pemigewasset River. 
 
 New Hampshire. 
 
 The winding ways of Pemigewasset." 
 
 Utritited. 
 
 Kr,.m photograph l,y C. M. Nelson, I lymomh 
 
Mt. MoosiUuke. 
 
 Grafton County. New Hampsnlre. 
 
 Moosehillock s mountain range." 
 
 The llriital of Peiamrook. 
 
Squam Lake. 
 
 New Hampthire. 
 
 Before me, stretched for glistening miles, 
 Lay mountain-girdled Squam ; 
 
 Like green-winged birds, the leafy isles 
 Upon its bosom swam." 
 
 The llill-7 op. 
 
 From photograph by C. M . Nelson, Plymouth. 
 
Nashua River. 
 
 ... Through the calm repose 
 Of cultured vales and fringing woods the 
 gentle Nashua flows." 
 
In Lee. 
 
 New Hampshire. 
 
 In the woods of Lee." 
 
 A Memorial. 
 
Wentworth Hall. 
 
 Portsmouth. N. H. 
 
 General V/entworth s House. 1730. 
 
 11 Her home is brave in Jaffrey street 
 With stately stairways worn 
 
 By feet of old Colonial knights 
 And ladies gentle-born. 
 
 Still green about its ample porch 
 
 The English ivy twines. 
 Trained back to show in English oak 
 
 The herald s carven signs. 
 
 And on her, from the wainscot old, 
 
 Ancestral faces frown. 
 And this has worn the soldier s sword, 
 
 And that the judge s gown." 
 
 Amy tt entucorth. 
 
Home, Grave, and Monument 
 
 Of M-ijO" Gei.eral John SuUivan. 
 Durh-iir.. N. H. 
 
 General Sullivan, of New Hampsire." 
 
 I riiff Worl-n. The Hlm-l; Men in the Kerolution. 
 
 Inscription on the Monument: 
 
 In mcm-irv of M,i. r,i--i. |,,l,n Sullivan, with others, 
 
 : the walls ,,i K,,r1 Wilii.n, ami M.iry 
 born red. 17. 1740 
 
 died Jan. z.,, I7S5 " " : - 1 """ 1 - N " ; "" 1 """< "" "- 
 
 dru.l kc-s (,: mi]i| il-r. This wa^. Liken In 
 
 Kmttd liy thcstat-i.t New !lain|.0nrc llurh.rn in a |.a.-U-l and hi. Mr,, un.liT the 
 
 UIK.n the site- oith^niminB-honsc chur,:h in in,,,, oi C,,n. Sullivan , house, 
 
 under whir!, was st<irt-d the umum.Mlcr 
 
 taken from Kort William and Mary Kr.im there il w as ,ai le,l to l!.,si.ia and nsi-d 
 
 hy ihc ( iiitinenlal si.ldier.s at the I .altle of 
 SUI.I.IVAN Bunker Hill. 
 
" Yonder solitary pine 
 Is ringed below with flower and vine." 
 
 An Outdoor flecepticii. 
 
Still sits the schoolhouse by the road." 
 
 Within, the warping floor, the battered seats, 
 The jack-knife s carved initial." 
 
Passing through the woods for nearly half a mile." 
 
 Mnrytirft Smith * Journal. 
 
State House, Public Library, Old North Church, 
 " Bridge of Size," (Public Gardens.) 
 
 In Boston town. 
 
 7 At- 1 ine- Tree. 
 Calf-fin Ib ston. 
 
The Emancipation Group. 
 
 ParK Square. Boston. 
 
 Unveiled Dec. 9, 1879. 
 
 Take the worn frame, that rested not 
 
 Save in a martyr s grave 
 The care-lined face, that none forgot, 
 
 Bent to the kneeling slave. 
 Let man be free ! The mighty word 
 
 He spake was not his own ; 
 An impulse from the Highest stirred 
 
 These chiselled lips alone, 
 We rest in peace where these sad eyes 
 
 Saw peril, strife, and pain ; 
 His was the nation s sacrifice, 
 
 And ours the priceless gain." 
 
 The Emancipation Croup. 
 

Faneuil Hall. 
 
 Boston. 
 
 Grass-hopper wcathcrvane. 
 
 " Dreaded more than steel or ball. 
 Shall your calmest utterance be. 
 Heard from Faneuil Hall ! " 
 
 Tn Fanrtiit Hull 
 
 From photographs (rom AMcn Studio, Boston. 
 
Old South Meeting House. 
 
 Boston. 
 
 " In the heart of Boston town 
 Stands the church of old renown." 
 
 Tkf Lanilmartl. 
 
 So, long as Boston shall Boston be, 
 
 And her bay tides rise and fall, 
 Shall freedom stand in the Old South Church 
 
 And plead for the rights of all." 
 
 In the " Old 
 
Beacon Street Residence of Oliver Wendell Holmes. 
 
 Boston. 
 
 Thy hand, old friend ! the service of our days. 
 
 In differing moods and ways. 
 May prove to those who follow in our train 
 
 Not valueless nor vain." 
 
 To (Hirer irenile/l Holmes. 
 
"On Boston Common." 
 
 The Pastoral Letter. 
 
 " I like Boston Common because they hung 
 some Quakers there once upon a time." 
 
 Kennedy** John G. IFhittier, the Poet of Freedom, 
 "Friendship and Opinion." 
 
Penobscot River, Mai:.e. 
 
 Charles River, Mass. 
 Norumbega Hall, Wellesley. Mass. 
 
 " Not on Penobscot s wooded bank the spires 
 Of the sought City rose, nor yet beside 
 The winding Charles, nor where the daily tide 
 Of Naumkeag s haven rises and retires, 
 The vision tarried ; but somewhere we knew 
 The beautiful gates must open to our quest, . . 
 And. lo ! at last its mystery is made known 
 Its only dwellers maidens fair and young, 
 Its Princess such as England s Laureate sung; 
 And safe from capture, save by love alone, 
 It lends its beauty to the lake s green shore, 
 And Norumbega is a myth no more." 
 
 Xorumbeya Hull. 
 
Residence of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. 
 
 Cambridge. Miss. 
 
 "With a glory of winter sunshine 
 Over his locks of gray, 
 
 In the old historic mansion 
 He sat on his last birthday." 
 
 The I net and the Children. 
 
 "Hushed now the sweet consoling tongue 
 Of him whose lyre the Muses strung; 
 His last low swan-song has been sung! " 
 
 On a Fly-tea/ of Longfellow s I nems. 
 
 From photographs by Soule Photo. Co. 
 
Elmwood. 
 
 Residence of James Russell Lowel .. Cambridge. 
 
 Come back, dear Russell Lowell. 
 To Elmwood s waiting shade!" 
 
 A H tlcnmr tu l.ou-rtl. 
 
 "From purest wells of English undefiled 
 None deeper drank than he, the New World s child. 
 Who in the language of their farm-fields spoke 
 The wit and wisdom of New England folk." 
 
 .Inmet Hiiftr/1 l.rnrell. 
 
 Krom photographs bj .^. iilc l li..t,. ( ... 
 
Bunker Hill Monument. 
 
 Charlestowr., Mass. 
 Lexington Common. 
 
 Lexington. Mass. 
 
 A tou der marks the line of the Minute Men; on this boulder 
 are graven Captain Parker s instructions to his men. 
 Statue of the Minute Man. 
 Concord. Mass. 
 
 "The voice of free, broad Middlesex, of thousands 
 
 as of one, 
 The shaft of Bunker calling to that of Lexington." 
 
 Massachusetts to Virginia. 
 
 "Of man for man the sacrifice, 
 
 All that was theirs to give, they gave. 
 
 The flowers that blossomed from their grave 
 Have sown themselves beneath all skies." 
 
Concord River. 
 
 The winding Concord." 
 
 A Welcome Co Lowell. 
 
 From photograph by W. H. ll.illiil.iy. 
 
Henry Wilson. Charles Sumner. 
 
 " He felt his country s need; he knew " O State so passing rich before, 
 
 The work her children had to do; Who now shall doubt ttiy highest claim ? 
 
 And when, at last, he he;ml the call The world that counts thy jewels o er 
 
 In her behali to serve and dare, Shall longest pause at SUMNER S name!" 
 
 Heside his senatorial chair Sumner. 
 
 He stood the unquestioned peer of all." 
 
 ir,vii. J siah Quincy. 
 
 " Lawyers .... like Quincy." 
 
 The Panorama. 
 
 William Lloyd Garrison. 
 
 " Champion of those who groan beneath 
 
 Oppression s iron hand : 
 In view of penury, hate, and death, 
 
 I see thee fearless stand." 
 
 To William Lloyd Garrison. 
 
 " Not for thyself, but for the slave 
 
 Thy words of thunder shook the world ; 
 No selfish griefs or hatred gave 
 
 The strength wherewith thy bolts were 
 hu rled.** Garrison . 
 
***, 
 
William Cullen Bryant. 
 
 " We speak his praise who wears today 
 The glory of his seventy years. 
 
 When Peace brings Krecdom in her train, 
 Let happy lips his songs rehearse." 
 
 nryntit on his Ilirtlntaij. 
 
 Lucy Larcom. Celia Thaxter. 
 
 " Believe inc. I, my I.arcom. it gives me real " Ami glad of heart I whispered, He to her, 
 
 Bird of the summer sea, my messenger; 
 That 1 cannot take my carpet bag and g,, to 
 
 town to-morrow r heaven a tervcni prayer will grant, 
 
 Hut I m snow-bonnd. atul fold on cold, like Tllis h ^ 11 ttial falls ll ^r island home al ove 
 
 layers ,,t an onion. Making its sl.>pcs of nick and greenness K ay, 
 
 Have piled inv li;tck anil weighed me clown a> \ , i i 
 
 A partial glory midst surrounding gray, 
 with the pack oT Bnnyan. . . . 
 ^u I must May in Amoh.iry. and let von go :|!I rovc an earnest " f our ^r s love, 
 
 your way, More and more shining to the perfect day. " 
 And guess what colors greet your eyes, what Line* on Lfaring Appledorr, 
 
 shapes your steps delay." 
 
 J.rttrr to Lucy Larcom. 
 
Plymouth. 
 
 . : 
 
 The green repose of thy Plymouth meadows." 
 
 Jtcvisitfrt, 
 
 "Plymouth s rocky bound." 
 
 .\fassaclut8ttts to Virginia. 
 
 From photographs by A. S. Hurtank, Plymouth. 
 
Pilgrim Rock. 
 
 Plymouth. 
 
 "The Pilgrims landed on Plymouth stone." 
 
 John Underhill. 
 
 From piioto^raphs by A. S. Burbank. 
 
"From the shore 
 
 Of the great sea comes the monotonous roar 
 Of the long-breaking surf." 
 
 .tiny 
 
The Old Moll Pitcher House. 
 
 Lynn, Mass. 
 
 Even she. our own weird heroine. 
 Sole Pythoness of ancient Lynn, 
 
 Sleeps calmly where the living laid her, 
 And the wide realm of sorcery, 
 Left by its latest mistress free, 
 
 Hath found no gray and skilled invader." 
 
 Kjctractjrom tt A Xt ir Kiti/l<ni<I I.cyetnl, 
 oriijhinlhj a part of "Moll 1 itrlier." 
 
Mt. Wachuset. 
 
 Worcester Cour.ty, Mass 
 
 By Wachuset s wooded side." 
 
 The Familist s Hymn. 
 
 From photograph by J. A. McCormick. 
 
Elm Park. 
 
 Worcester. Mass. 
 Greylock Mountain. 
 
 Berkshire Hills, Mass. 
 
 1 Rich and rural Worcester." 
 
 MagsacJtHstlli to t iri/inm. 
 
 " Berkshire s tallest peak." 
 
 From photographs by Soule Photo. Co. 
 

 
The Capitol. 
 
 Washington. D. ( 
 
 Underneath yon dome." 
 
 Line*, nflrririirilt mtitlril lt ,is/iiilr/t<i 
 
White House. 
 
 Washington. 
 
 " In Washington." 
 
 Letter. 
 
Mount Vernon. 
 
 Virginia. 
 
 Hark! the low murmur: Washington." 
 
 Yorktown, 
 
 " Breezes from Mount Vernon blowing 
 Above the Nation s council halls." 
 
 The in>r/</ a Convention. 
 
Tomb of Washington. 
 
 Mour.t Vermr. 
 
 On Mount Vernon s grave." 
 
 The / tuiorama. 
 
Potomac River. 
 
 Broad Potomac. 
 
 Hall. 
 
On Virginia s shore." 
 
 Cnssandra Southwick. 
 
General Samuel Chapman Armstrong. 
 General George Armstrong Custer. 
 Rain-in-the-Face. 
 
 "St. Gregory s finest" was dedicated: 
 
 H * "> lo (icn. S. C. Armstrong, of 
 
 Hampton, Va., whose K enerons efforts and scK-iknyinR labors for the efcva- 
 
 admir"tion"" ^ ^ " is " : 1 "> 5 y m P a h and commanded my 
 
 " Straight into a slaughter pen. 
 With his doomed three hundred men, 
 Rode the chief with the yellow hair. 
 
 O Hampton, down by the sea! 
 What voice is beseeching thee 
 
 For the scholar s lowliest place? 
 Can this be the voice of him 
 Who fought on the Big Horn s rim? 
 
 Can this be Rain-in-the-Face? 
 
 O chief of the Christ-like school ! 
 Can the zeal of thy heart grow cool 
 
 When the victor scarred with fight 
 Like a child for thy guidance craves, 
 And the faces of hunters and braves 
 
 Are turning to thee for light?" 
 
 On the Iliy Horn. 
 
John Milton. 
 
 In 1887, George W. Childs, of Philadelphia, offered In defray ihe expense of a Milton Me 
 morial Window in St. Margaret s Church, Westminster. Archdeacon Karrar.who took the matter in 
 
 charge, wrote to Mr. Childs: " Mr. Lowell wrote me a quatrain for the Raleigh window. I can 
 hink ol no one so suitable as Mr. J. O. Whittier to write four lines for the Milton window. Mr. 
 
 Whiltier would feel the fullest sympathy for the great Puritan poet, whose spirit was so completely 
 
 that of the Pilgrim Fathers." This letter was forwarded to Mr. Whittier, who accepted the 
 
 invitation and composed the following lines: 
 
 "The new world honors him whose lofty plea 
 
 For England s freedom made her own more sure, 
 
 Whose song, immortal as its theme, shall be 
 
 Their common freehold while both worlds endure." 
 
 Archdeacon h arrar wrote I,, Mr. Whiltier a letter of thanks en.ling : " I think thai if Milton 
 had now been living, you arc the poet whom he would have chosen lo speak oi him, as being the 
 poet with whose whole tone of mind he w mid have been most in sympathy." 
 
Robert Burns. Fredrika Bremer. William Wordsworth. 
 
 "Wild heather-bells and Robert Burns ! 
 
 The moorland flower and peasant ! 
 How, at their mention, memory turns 
 
 Her pages old and pleasant." 
 
 Seeress of the misty Norland. 
 
 Daughter of the Vikings bold. 
 Welcome to the sunny Vineland. 
 
 Which thy fathers sought of old ! 
 Heart and ear, we long have listened 
 
 To thy saga, rune, and song. 
 As a household joy and presence 
 
 We have known and loved thee long." 
 
 / " Frrdrikti HremfT. 
 
 How welcome to our ears, long pained 
 
 By strife of sect and party noise. 
 The brook-like murmur of his song 
 
 Of nature s simple joys!" 
 
 Witrdtworth. 
 
JOHN GKEESI.EAF WHIT-TUSK, died at dawn, Sept. 7, 1893. His last words 
 were, "My love to the world." His grave i s i n Union Cemetery, 
 Amcsbury, Mass. 
 
 Inscription on the back of the headstone : 
 " Here Whittier lies. O. W. Holmes." 
 
 "Happy is he who heareth 
 
 The signal of his release 
 In the bells of the Holy City, 
 
 The chimes of eternal peace." 
 
 The /Iftl River I oyageur. 
 

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