Staccato Notes of a Vanished Summer (from Literature and Life) eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 13 pages of information about Staccato Notes of a Vanished Summer (from Literature and Life).

Staccato Notes of a Vanished Summer (from Literature and Life) eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 13 pages of information about Staccato Notes of a Vanished Summer (from Literature and Life).

With the falling leaf, the barge-like open cars close up into well-warmed saloons, and falter to hourly intervals in their course.  But we are still far from the falling leaf; we are hardly come to the blushing or fading leaf.  Here and there an impassioned maple confesses the autumn; the ancient Pepperrell elms fling down showers of the baronet’s fairy gold in the September gusts; the sumacs and the blackberry vines are ablaze along the tumbling black stone walls; but it is still summer, it is still summer:  I cannot allow otherwise!

III.

The other day I visited for the first time (in the opulent indifference of one who could see it any time) the stately tomb of the first Pepperrell, who came from Cornwall to these coasts, and settled finally at Kittery Point.  He laid there the foundations of the greatest fortune in colonial New England, which revolutionary New England seized and dispersed, as I cannot but feel, a little ruthlessly.  In my personal quality I am of course averse to all great fortunes; and in my civic capacity I am a patriot.  But still I feel a sort of grace in wealth a century old, and if I could now have my way, I would not have had their possessions reft from those kindly Pepperrells, who could hardly help being loyal to the fountain of their baronial honors.  Sir William, indeed; had helped, more than any other man, to bring the people who despoiled him to a national consciousness.  If he did not imagine, he mainly managed the plucky New England expedition against Louisbourg at Cape Breton a half century before the War of Independence; and his splendid success in rending that stronghold from the French taught the colonists that they were Americans, and need be Englishmen no longer than they liked.  His soldiers were of the stamp of all succeeding American armies, and his leadership was of the neighborly and fatherly sort natural to an amiable man who knew most of them personally.  He was already the richest man in America, and his grateful king made him a baronet; but he came contentedly back to Kittery, and took up his old life in a region where he had the comfortable consideration of an unrivalled magnate.  He built himself the dignified mansion which still stands across the way from the post-office on Kittery Point, within an easy stone’s cast of the far older house, where his father wedded Margery Bray, when he came, a thrifty young Welsh fisherman, from the Isles of Shoals, and established his family on Kittery.  The Bray house had been the finest in the region a hundred years before the Pepperrell mansion was built; it still remembers its consequence in the panelling and wainscoting of the large, square parlor where the young people were married and in the elaborate staircase cramped into the little, square hall; and the Bray fortune helped materially to swell the wealth of the Pepperrells.

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