Longfellow's poetical works:
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Please use the above link to view a superbly illustrated copy of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. This afternoon Donna and I found the poet's grave while walking through Mount Auburn Cemetary. Its quickly and easily found by using a map, but not if following the the road and paths- we had been walking an hour and were trying to find the easiest reachable exit when we found his tomb. We began by finding William Ellery Channing, the theologian and circled the perimeter towards the back of the cemetary. We found a pond that has a gravity fed fountain and and encountered a turtle. Then when we thought there wouldn't be any rabbits, Donna spotted a very small one that didn't try to avoid us while it was eating. Donna found a grave named Lockwood with an angel and children and noticed that there were family spots that reserved places for those still living- she usually goes into a Church alone to pray whenever we find one open- I started to offer that to her while we were in Rockport and she usually takes a moment of silent reflection whenever we pass an open Cathedral, previous summers she has included the Old North and King's Chapel to where she could kneel at the altar- so I connected her idea that not all the graves were from a different century with her praying at the cemetary church. The church at Mount Auburn has beautifull stained glass in someone you happen to be with needs to exersize their individual need to pray or intrinsic individuality. Historically, I like the churchyards that date from before Mount Auburn, specifically, Tremont Street and maybe those near Harvard. The news since the week we spent in Rockport this year is that Donna is a new librarian at the Park Street Church library. I was impressed. I believe it was built in 1809, and I was reading their original principles of founding the church and they are jampacked-a- a-crashcourse with theological thought and precepts as to why the original twelve married couples that began the church carried on the ideas on causality established during the 1600's- that belief in the Lord as Savoir was a requirement of belonging to the "Congregation" and with that an outline of precepts that we to be adhered to devotedly. But she loves being a church librarian and can attend the service after.
Honestly, I go to the cemetary for the Art, and maybe the serenity of finding a rabbit. I didn't notice as many statues this year, although there were some. I found a bust situated in the middle of a crypt by looking though the door into an otherwise empty mausoleum (if your ever there the name on it was Borne).
The link at the top of this blog show a superbly illustrated British copy of the poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, which I thought I'd recommend for perusal.
Honestly, this summer I'm reading the author E. Phillips Oppenheim this summer and in now way regret it. During June and July of 2013 I've read the novels The Cinema Murder, The Passionate Quest, The Treasure House of Martin Hews, The Wrath to Come and The Golden Beast. All by Oppenheim written from 1917-1928. To begin August, I'm now reading a sixth novel written by Oppenheim, The Strange Boarders of Palace Crescent, written a little later, in 1934. I like his fiction enough and hope his command of the language and artistic expression of imagination finds its way to my writing. Its steady-during a busy summer where I could have found even more time to enjoy reading them.
Scott Lord Silent Film
In regard to how pleased I am, not only does Donna sing hymns at the Park Street Church, which she enjoys and therefore I'm glad for her, but the church shares a view of the Tremont Street cemetary, one of our oldest, with the adjacent Boston Anthenuem, the most beautiful library of its size you could picture.