Atlantic Monthly, Atlantic Monthy 1869, Binghamton, Cornell's Making of America, Dr.Edward Turner, Ethiopian Minstrel, Inebriates, Isaac Perry, NY State Inebriate Asylum, Old Woodcuts, Patient's Room, shallow rivers, sleepy mountains
An appropriate apartment, not spacious, but snug; not so large but that a faithful hope, when it comes to look for a lost man, may find him in it; not so small but that a compact friend may be entertained here without that familiarity of knees and boots that breeds contempt; a chamber sensible to neatness, — that sort of “short horse” of a lodging which is “soon curried.” Walls lofty and sky-colored ; door and double window tall and dignified, — the latter provided with liberal panes and inside latticed shutters ; wood-work of oak and dark cherry, handsomely moulded and panelled ; a portly oaken wardrobe, with double doors and drawers, and a certain imposing aspect, conveying the impression of “presence ” ; a hospitable carpet in warm colors ; “all the modern improvements” for ablution, represented by a marble tank and silver-plated turn-cock ; a double register for hot air and ventilation ; pendent gas-fixtures, in good style, with globes and side-light ; two tables, with cloth covers, in bright patterns of crimson and black, for periodicals, papers, and writing materials ; a rather wide bedstead; of bronzed iron, in the English style, and on rollers ; a lazy rocking-chair, and two office chairs in black walnut, — one with, the other without, arms ; a looking-glass, not “palatial,” but enough, and neatly framed ; two wall brackets, at present surmounted by an opera-glass, three ” blue-and-gold” volumes of verse, and a memory and a hope in the pictured loveliness of a girl ; on the wall large photographs of Winterbalter’s “Florinde,” Rosa Bonheur’s ” Horse Fair,” Mazerolle’s ” Anacreon,” a Venus and Cupid, with doves, of Correggio ; the “Campanile at Florence ” in water-colors, a rack full of cartes de visite and steel vignettes, and the foot and ankle in plaster of Palmer’s “White Captive,” a gift from the sculptor. One side of my wardrobe has been transformed into a bookcase, and lodges two hundred and fifty choice volumes of Poetry, Essays, Biography, and Travel. Of course, these books and pictures are my own; like many of my comrades here, I have studied, by such means, to impart a home-like aspect to my lodging. But in all other respects the appointments of my room are in the uniform style of the house, and I enjoy no favors not granted to my fellows.
So much for my interior. Without, ivy window, looking westward toward Binghamton, affords me a land-and-water-scape, where I can all the pleasures prove
“That valleys, groves, hills and fields,
Woods, or sleepy mountains, yields”
“Shallow rivers, to whose falls,
Melodious birds sing madrigals.”