The succeeding Saturday night found me at home again. How pleasant the
greeting from Willard, Katie and Louise; from Charlie, Abby and Edgar;
from Anna and Dolly--from all, old and young! The "Archon" almost
screamed when he saw me, I was so "stunning" in his eyes, and poked
some of his fun at me. No marked change had taken place. The
_Harbinger_ was printed as usual, and only one or two persons had
gone.
Every Saturday night I returned to the "Phalanx," but soon the
shoemakers found occupation elsewhere and their seats were empty. Then
the printers went, as the _Harbinger_ was transferred to New York.
At last the shop was closed, the cattle were sold, and all the industry
ceased. I came and went but did not see the actors go, and am glad I
did not see the "Archon"'. take his leave, or the many bright faces I
had loved so well.
The Poet lingered near. In Boston he started the _Journal of
Music_, and at the Eyry lingered for a while a sweet enchantress,
and the spirits of song and music held their revels there. So, also,
lingered at "the Hive" some sweet faces and loving hearts besides those
of my kin. The greenhouse, where I had spent so much of my time, was
closed--the plants all gone.
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