Yesterday I visited the residence of the late Hon. Daniel Webster, at Marshfield. There was much that was interesting to see in the great ma...

I visited Plymouth, placed my foot on the memorable "Plymouth Rock," of the Pilgrims (now so enclosed and covered as to leave scar...

Fishing on the "Indian Pond" in Pembroke half the day, catching sunfish and shiners, red perch and white; my first exploits of the...

At Amesbury,—with two of the dearest friends my life is blessed with,—dear quiet-loving Lizzie, and her poet brother. I love to sit with the...

One of the stillest moonlight evenings, not a sound heard but the bleat of a lamb, and the murmur of the river; all the rest a cool, broad, ...

"The eye is not satisfied with seeing, and the ear with hearing," and one can never tire of the vision of mountain landscapes, and...

I am enjoying the society of my old friend and former associate teacher. She is more gifted than I, in most ways, and it is pleasant to talk...

Yesterday a rare treat; a ride to Waterville (to the "end of the wood" as they speak of it here) in a three-seated open wagon. I w...

Through the dark and lurid atmosphere of war the light of "Nature's own exceeding peace" still softly falls on the earth. The ...

I had set myself to reading Maury's "Physical Geography of the Sea," after a long deferring; but now that he has come out as a...

A glimpse into a heart which has always been closed, both to God and man, — what a chaos it discloses! Yet with all the elements of order th...

Esther dead! Gone home two days before I heard or dreamed of it! But since she has gone home, — since it is only a glorious release for her,...

They write to me of her funeral, of the white flowers beside her head, and of her own lilies of the valley strewn over her in the grave by o...

This is the gala week of spring. None of the early flowers have quite faded, and the apple trees are in full bloom, while elms and maples ar...

I have been free for a few days, and have taken a journey, a flying tour among some of my friends. How it quieted me, to be with my peace-lo...

Still the same old weariness of study; "weariness of the flesh." Books are treasures, but one may work among treasures even, diggi...

Weary, weary, too weary to listen patiently to the heavy Sabbath bells; far too weary to sit in the church and listen to loud words and loud...

Crackers all around the house at night. Fire-crackers, torpedoes, pistols, and bell-ringing, are enough to make one sick of one's countr...

I have run over the birth-histories of the nations of Europe, in their chaotic rise from barbarism; and have just completed a bird's-eye...

The bluebirds have come! and the meadow-lark has sung over in the fields behind the garden, these two or three mornings. I have dreamed of s...