The Stillwater Tragedy - Aldrich, Thomas Bailey
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Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. Visit us online at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - It is close upon daybreak. The great wall of pines and hemlocks that keep off the west wind from Stillwater stretches black and indeterminate against the sky. At intervals a dull, metallic sound, like the guttural twang of a violin string, rises form the frog-invested swamp skirting the highway. Suddenly the birds stir in their nests over there in the woodland, and break into that wild jargoning chorus with which they herald the…mehr

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Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. Visit us online at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - It is close upon daybreak. The great wall of pines and hemlocks that keep off the west wind from Stillwater stretches black and indeterminate against the sky. At intervals a dull, metallic sound, like the guttural twang of a violin string, rises form the frog-invested swamp skirting the highway. Suddenly the birds stir in their nests over there in the woodland, and break into that wild jargoning chorus with which they herald the advent of a new day. In the apple-orchards and among the plum-trees of the few gardens in Stillwater, the wrens and the robins and the blue-jays catch up the crystal crescendo, and what a melodious racket they make of it with their fifes and flutes and flageolets! The village lies in a trance like death. Possibly not a soul hears this music, unless it is the watchers at the bedside of Mr. Leonard Tappleton, the richest man in town, who has lain dying these three days, and cannot last until sunrise. Or perhaps some mother, drowsily hushing her wakeful baby, pauses a moment and listens vacantly to the birds singing. But who else?
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Thomas Bailey Aldrich was an American author, poet, critic, and editor who lived from November 11, 1836, to March 19, 1907. His long tenure as editor of The Atlantic Monthly, during which time he published authors like Charles W. Chesnutt, is noteworthy. The Story of a Bad Boy, a semi-autobiographical novel by him that popularized the "bad boy's book" subgenre in nineteenth-century American literature, and his poetry were other works for which he was renowned. The English language is too sacred a thing to be damaged and vulgarized, he remarked in a letter from 1900, citing modern poet James Whitcomb Riley. He started working in his uncle's New York office when he was 16 years old and soon started contributing regularly to newspapers and periodicals. Early in the 1860s, Aldrich became friends with a number of notable young poets, painters, and intellectuals in the metropolitan bohemia, including Edmund Clarence Stedman, Richard Henry Stoddard, Fitz Hugh Ludlow, Bayard Taylor, and Walt Whitman. Aldrich worked for the Home Journal, which was later edited by Nathaniel Parker Willis, from 1856 until 1859. He was the editor of the New York Illustrated News during the Civil War. Aldrich has two boys after marrying Lilian Woodman of New York in 1865.