Married to
Mary Bullard, the sweet singer of my story, kindred sympathies united
them more firmly than marriage vows, but her early death deprived the
world of one of the noblest and choicest of womanhood, and his life of
its sweetest charm. He went abroad for a short trip, leaving her in
full health and beauty; he returned--she had passed from mortal sight.
A number of the members, male and female, joined the Association in New
Jersey near Red Bank--the North American Phalanx. There they renewed
the social life and experiment, with such result as some other pen can
tell.
It was about the time of the closing of the Brook Farm experiment that
the "California fever" broke out, or the rush for the gold mines. Some
of our theorists argued that the country was too poor for the
establishment of the social organizations proposed, and that more
wealth was needed. A number of the Brook Farmers went to the new
country for gold. The gardener, Peter Klienstrup, was one. I am sorry
to say that disappointment awaited him. A foreigner, and sensitive,
partly deaf and past middle life, he was not the man for the country or
the life. He died there poor. His charming, tuneful daughter, with the
beautiful complexion and lovely rounded shoulders, did not long survive
him.
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