This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1882 edition. Excerpt: ... HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. A Visitor to Cambridge, in Massachusetts, is very sure to make his first question, Where is Mr. Longfellow's house? and any one whom he meets will be able to give the answer. The ample, dignified mansion, built in Colonial days, and famous as the headquarters of Washington during the first year of the War for Independence, is in the midst of broad fields, and looks across meadows to the winding Charles and the gentle hills beyond. Great elms, fragrant lilacs and syringas, stand by the path which leads to the door; and as one passes along the street, he may often catch a glimpse of the poet pacing up and down the shaded veranda which is screened by the shrubbery. '. Hefe "cftfn6, in the summer of 1837, a slight, studious-looking young man, who lifted the heavy brass knocker, which hung then as it does now upon the front door, and very likely thought of the great general as he let it fall with a clang. He had called to see the owner of the house, Mrs. Andrew Craigie, widow of the apothecary-general of the Continental Army in the Revolution. The visitor asked if there was a room in her house which he could occupy. The stately old lady, looking all the more dignified for the turban which was wound about her head, answered, as she looked at the youthful figure, -- "I no longer lodge students." "But I am not a student; I am a professor in the University." "A professor?" She looked curiously at one so like most students in appearance. "I am Professor Longfellow," he said. "Ah! that is different. I will show you what there is. She led him up the broad staircase, and, proud of her house, opened one spacious room after another, only to close the door of each, saying, "You cannot have that," until at length she led...