Brook Farm: Historic and Personal MemoirsCodman, John Thomas
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Brook Farm: Historic and Personal Memoirs
Codman, John Thomas
Brook Farm Phalanx (West Roxbury, Boston, Mass.)
Then the young folks--the young misses--were full of devotion. Commend
me to the young for unselfish work, or was it that the life awoke in
them a devoted spirit? This I know, that the sympathy and friendship
which sprung up in those days has lasted all these years, and will
remain as long as life. But it was not personal beauty that held me in
sway, and still holds me after so many long years--years that have
transformed most of those beautiful girls into old matrons and weeping
widows, plain and homely--but because it seems to me that there never
was a more gentle, kind, amiable, trusting, self-respecting, loving set
of young folks anywhere assembled.
And oh, how they learned! How they grew in grace and in education, both
of the practical and the ornamental! How fine in health and figure,
from the free life, from the grace learned in dancing, the repose at
early hours, the simple diet and the mind filled every day with
pleasant thoughts and ideas. I do not know of any one who was not in
fine, robust health. They all, without exception, developed into
healthy men and women; or, to be a little more exact, as long as they
remained on the farm they continued to develop in health, strength,
grace and beauty.
CHAPTER VIII.
THE DRAMA, AND IMPORTANT LETTERS.
The need of especial amusements was not particularly felt at the farm,
but sometimes a set, inspired by an active mind, would venture out of
the common course and try to do a "big thing," which, like many big
things, would prove a failure. There was no hall for performances
except the dining hall, and it could not be taken possession of until
after supper; consequently, for a dramatic performance where it was
important to have the hall prepared before hand, it was useless, and so
the Amusement Group secured the lower floor of the shop for a special
occasion, and Chiswell, the carpenter, made a portable stage which
could be arranged for rehearsals and taken down easily, and all hands
went to work, some to learn their parts and others to make dresses,
properties and scenery.
The influence of a strong, active mind and persuasive tongue like that
of Drew, was felt on this occasion, for he induced the Amusement Group
to allow a portion of his favorite poem, Byron's "Corsair," to be
acted. With pencil and scissors he went to work, cutting and slashing
the "Corsair" with these ungodly weapons until I fear he could not, had
he been in the flesh, have fought a brave fight.
I cannot at this late day describe the dresses worn on the occasion;
but Glover was the corsair, and burnt cork had to suffer, and I know
that there was quite a pretty Miss whom he had no especial objection to
embracing as Medora. When he said, "My own Medora!" it was quite
pathetic--enough to cause a titter among the younger portion of the
audience.
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