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his home. He built his house himself, planted all
the trees and flowers around it, giving everything,
it seems to me, the stamp of a refined and earnest
mind. It stands in the midst of romantic scenery and
shadowy pathways, with the prettiest little bits of
detail and grand views. All has been done with design,
nothing by guess, nothing with formality. Here a soul
has felt, thought, arranged. A certain darkness of
tone prevails within the house; all the wood-work is
brown; even the daylight is sombre, yet clear, or,
more properly speaking, pregnant with light–a sort
of imprisoned sunshine, something warm and profound,
appearing to me like a reflection of the man’s own
brown eyes. In forms, furniture, and arrangement
the finest taste prevails; everything is soft and
noble, and as comfortable as it is tasteful. The only
brilliant things in the rooms are the pretty flowers
in lovely vases and baskets. Besides, there are books,
busts, and some pictures. Above small bookcases,
in the form of Gothic windows, inserted like niches
in the walls of the parlor, stand busts of Linné,
Franklin, Newton, and many other heroes of natural
science. One sees in this dwelling a decided and
thorough individuality of character, which has put
its stamp on all that surrounds it, and every one
ought to mold himself and his own world in a similar
way. One feels here Mr.
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