SUGGESTIONS FOR READING Evangeline, The Wreck of the Hesperus, The Skeleton in Armor, The Birds of Killingworth, A Psalm of Life, The Arrow and the Song, The Building of the Ship, The Children's Hour, The Day is Done, The Bridge, Sandalphon, The Village Blacksmith, Resignation, The Arsenal at Springfield, Footsteps of Angels, The Jewish Cemetery at Newport, The Bells of Lynn, The Two Angels, My Lost Youth, Killed at the Ford. HELPFUL BOOKS Samuel Longfellow's Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. SUGGESTIONS FOR READING Evangeline, The Wreck of the Hesperus, The Skeleton in Armor, The Birds of Killingworth, A Psalm of Life, The Arrow and the Song, The Building of the Ship, The Children's Hour, The Day is Done, The Bridge, Sandalphon, The Village Blacksmith, Resignation, The Arsenal at Springfield, Footsteps of Angels, The Jewish Cemetery at Newport, The Bells of Lynn, The Two Angels, My Lost Youth, Killed at the Ford. HELPFUL BOOKS Samuel Longfellow's Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. 1838-1840 1843 1850 1860 1866 1892, Sept. 7 Editor of the Pennsylvania Freeman. Home Ballads. Snow-Bound. Died at Hampton Falls, New Hampshire. Childhood. In describing the house in which he was born Whittier says: — "It was surrounded by woods in all directions save to the southeast, where a break in the leafy wall revealed a vista of low green meadows, picturesque with wooded islands and jutting capes of upland. Through these, a small brook, noisy enough as it foamed, rippled, and laughed down its rocky falls by our garden side, wound, silently and scarcely visible, to a still larger stream, known as the country brook." Amid such pleasant surroundings the Quaker boy was born, December 17, 1807, at Haverhill, Massachusetts, in a house built by his ancestor, Thomas Whittier, about the year 1688. His parents, John and Abigail Hussey Whittier, like their forefathers, lived a quiet, peaceful life here in the country, toiling from day to day for life's sustenance, happy in their humble station. In Snow-Bound Whittier gives us a description of his home with its several inmates. We catch a glimpse of his father, when the poet says: "A prompt, decisive man, no breath Our father wasted." |