Our Philadelphia (1914) (14759170266) during American Civil War

Identifier: ourphiladelphia00penn (find matches)
Title: Our Philadelphia
Year: 1914 (1910s)
Authors: Pennell, Elizabeth Robins, 1855-1936 Pennell, Joseph, 1857-1926
Subjects: Pennell, Elizabeth Robins, 1855-1936 Lithography, American
Publisher: Philadelphia and London : J. B. Lippincott Co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation



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ill green and untouched as if miles away, andthe old houses are more guarded than ever from change.One by one, I returned to them:—Stenton restored, but asyet so judicially that Logan would to-day feel at home inits halls and rooms, on its stairway, outside by the dove-cote and the wistaria-covered walls,—at home in the gardenfull of tulips and daisies, and old familiar Philadelphiaroses and Johnny-jump-ups, enclosed by hedges, everycare taken to plant in it afresh just the blossoms he loved.But what would he have said to the factories opposite? Tothe rows of little two-story houses creeping nearer andnearer? And the Chew House—could the veterans of theRevolution return to it, as the veterans of the Civil Warreturn every year to Gettysburg, how well they wouldknow their way in the garden, how well, in the wide-pillared hall with the old portraits on the white wall, andin the rooms with their Eighteenth-Century panelling andcornices and fire-places, and in the broad hall upstairs
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X^ WYCK aftp:r a quarter of a century 521 could they follow the iiioveiiieiits of the enemy that lost forthem the Battle of Cxermaiitowii ^ And Wyck—white,cloistered, vine-laden, with fragrant garden and shade-giving trees! And the Johnson House, and the WistarHouse, and the Morris House. And how many other oldhouses beyond Germantown! Solitude, and Laurel Hill,and Arnolds Mansion in the Park, Bartrams at GraysFerry. I thought first I would not put Bartrams to the test,no matter how bravely the others came out of it—Bart-rams, associated with the romance of work and the dawnof my new life. But how glad I am that I thought twiceand went back to it! For I found it beautiful as ever,though I could reach it by trolley, and though it was un-recognizably spick and span in the little orchard, andunder the labelled trees, and by the old house and the oldstables, and in the garden where gardeners were at workamong the red roses. But the disorder has not been quitedone away with in the wild