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If you 're goin', mother, darlin',

Over by the cattle-run,

Where the white slabs of our dear ones

Slant a-shinin' in the sun,

You can knell there in the clover,
Where the faded flag yet waves,
An' tell dad an' all we 're comin'
It will cheer them in their graves.

Mother, dear, our eyes are streamin'

An' our fond hearts throb an' ache,
When we think of you alone, dear-
We're comin' for your sake.

What are endless, wheat-white prairies?
Lowin' cattle, burstin' tills?
Kansas is n't in it, mother,

With New Hampshire's rugged hills!

We're comin', comin', mother,
Comin' home to take the farm;
Livin' is n't livin', mother,

Without you the way to charm.

I must put this in the letter,

Else I should n't do my part; Tho' it's fur from home to Kansas, 'Taint so fur to mother's heart.

This one thought for me an' mother,
Jest this word an' then I'm done;
Nothin' in this world can sever

Lovin' mother, lovin' son.

There, there, mother! don't take on so!
Did n't mean to make ye cry-
Ain't it strange how gladness sets us
Weepin' like an April sky?

Bless you, dearest, do not tremble!
Tho' we 've lingered long an' late,
We're comin' home to mother

An' the grand ol' Granite state.

THE OLD CORNER PRINTING HOUSE, WALPOLE, N. H.

By Carlisle Clark.

NE hundred and ten miles from Boston, Mass., situated in the southwestern part of New Hampshire, in the Connecticut valley, is Walpole, where, about as many years ago, a printing house was es

ment of the generation that was born during the Revolutionary period.

Some six years ago a research was begun and these facts concerning "the old corner printing house" and those connected with it, have been unearthed, which have been collected from various and reliable sources.

It was on April 11, 1793, that the publication of The Farmer's Museum was commenced by Isaiah Thomas, LL. D., and David Carlisle, Jr., with the distinguished Joseph Dennie, Esq., as editor. The paper was published in Walpole, on the upper floor of the building shown in the cut, while the lower floor was used for the bookstore and was then prac

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The Old Tavern and Printing House Fifty Years Ago.

tablished which made that quaint, picturesque little town a literary centre for nearly fifty years from 1793.

There, amid the changes of a century, on the corner of Main and High streets (N. E.), has stood the building, not a modern sky-scraper, with elevators to the tenth floor, but a small common-place structure of two stories, in which, beyond doubt, some of the most talented and progressive men of their day commenced and conducted an enterprise devoted to the moral and intellectual develop

Old Corner Printing House and Bookstore as it is to-day.

tically the same in appearance as now. The periodical was known as The New Hampshire Journal and Farmer's Museum. "It was a remarkable publication," says The New Hampshire Book, "and became widely celebrated for its wit, talent and originality. Dailies were entirely unknown,

weeklies were uncommon and book publication was an art new and rare in the United States.

The Museum was of high class, for its regular contibutors were such men as the famous jurist, Royal Tyler, Esq., of Brattleboro, Vt., David Everett, Isaac Story, Rev. Thomas G. Fessenden, and others, whose literary abilities are unquestioned.

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Among the books written by them. and published by Thomas & Carlisle were "The Ferrago," "The Lay Preacher," "The Shops of Colon and Spondie," 'Peter Quince,' "Simon Spunky," "The Hermit," "Peter Pendulum," "The Desk of Beri Hesdew," "The Rural Wanderer," which, together with specimen copies of The Museum, may be found in the public library, Walpole, and the preservation of these early publications is entirely due to the forethought and efforts of Mr. Thomas B. Peck of that town. Copies of The Museum are also on file in the state library at Concord.

Among the books published in this establishment (a copy of which may be found in the library at Walpole) is one which deserves special mention, not only because it was published at such an early date, but because it was the first American novel to be honored with republication in England. The book was written by Royal Tyler, and was printed by David Carlisle, Jr., in the year 1797. Its title is The Algerine Captive, or Life and Adventures of Dr. Updike Underhill, Six Years a Prisoner Among the Algerines."

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Isaiah Thomas, LL. D., was born in Boston, Mass., January 19, 1749, and was a well-known publisher in Colonial days. During the Revolu

Isaiah Thomas. LL D. 1749-1831.

tion he was editor of The Massachusetts Spy and during his life conducted extensive publishing houses in Newburyport, Boston, Worcester, Mass., and Walpole. He published the New England Almanac, familiar for years in almost every household before calendars were commonly used. He died in Worcester, Mass., April 4, 1831. An interesting sketch of his life was written by his grandson the late Benjamin F. Thomas, Esq.

David Carlisle, Jr., was born in Walpole, August 23, 1771, and when last seen was descending the stairs of a burning building during the great fire in New York city, December 16, 1835. The building collapsed and he perished in the flames. Mr. Carlisle was a son of Capt. David Carlisle of Walpole, formerly of Lunenburg, Mass., who was a commissioned officer of Col. Abijah Stearne's regiment, Co. No. 1, Worcester, Mass., 1776.

Opposite the printing house on Main street, on the site now occupied by the hotel, stood "The Old Tavern." The old stage-coach, the onehorse shay, the Colonial dress and customs, all familiar scenes a century ago, have passed away, and the contemplation of men and the manners of those who lived a hundred years ago, leaves an impress upon our minds like a grand spectacular play. If tradition can be relied upon

was suggested by the famous editor of The Museum.

Joseph Dennie, Esq., was born in Boston, Mass., August 30, 1768, and died January 7, 1812, aged 44 years, and is buried in St. Paul's churchyard, Philadelphia, Pa. An interesting account of his career may be found in the New England Magazine, August, 1896.

The publication of The Museum was suspended twice for a short period, but was revived the last time in 1827, with A. Godfrey as editor, and remained in Walpole about two years. From May 2, 1828, it was edited by Nahum Stone, and was then removed to Keene. The first few years of its existence The Museum was neutral in politics. In 1800 it became the exponent of the Whig party, and is now published in Keene, by Mr. Oscar Colony, under the name Cheshire Republican, and is the only Democratic newspaper printed in Cheshire county.

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David Carlisle, Jr. 1771-1835.

"The Old Tavern " has been the scene of many social festivities. Among those gathered to celebrate July 4, 1797, was David Carlisle, Jr. During the evening he was informed that his wife had given birth to a little boy, whereupon a toast was offered, his health proposed and drank, and, at the suggestion of some eminent man present, the child was named Julius Quartus, in honor of the day. It is supposed the name

Joseph Dennie, Esq. 1768-1812.

Not only had The Museum a celebrated corps of writers and correspondents, but here, on March 5, 1796, Joseph Tinker Buckingham, the successful and well-known publisher of a later date, began his career as a printer. An account of his experience as an apprentice (I say apprentice, for, according to his story, he was not an ordinary printer's devil) may be found in "Men and Manners, in America, One Hundred

Years Ago," Sans Soucie series. He was born in Windham, Conn., December 21, 1779, and died in Cambridge, Mass., April 11, 1861. He was at one time editor of the New England Magazine.

Thus briefly have we reviewed the history of a project which stands as a monument to the memory of those who were connected with "the old corner printing house and bookstore, Walpole, N. H."

A PICTURE.

By Clara B. Heath.

A barren isle-white drifts of shelly sand-
As if storm-built by an up-heaving sea;
A gentle breeze that like a fairy wand

Upturned the scanty leaves on shrub and tree;
A few white sails far out beyond the strand,

The morning sunlight flashing far and free,
Across cool waves, that rose with gentle swell,
Broke into curves, and slowly sinking fell.

Inland a quaint and quiet olden town

Lay by the shore, a mile or two away,

Along its outskirts mansions old and brown,

And winding roads that struggled towards the bay;

Beyond, a sunny hill with wooded crown,

O'er all the stillness of an August day.

Along the rocks we saw the seaweed cling,
Far out the glitter of a sea-gull's wing.

A perfect picture for an artist eye,

One that could catch the beauty of the hour,
The quivering light that flashed o'er earth and sky,
Turned every nook into a fairy bower.

It touched the foam-wreaths as they floated by,
Transforming each into a regal dower

Of blazing gems; while eastward, sky and sea,
Were lost in one great wave of harmony.

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