residence, in the early part of the last century. Deeply
impressed with his importance in the order of things, he had chosen to
place it a little removed from the cluster of smaller dwellings about the
Oxbow; and with some vague fancy in his mind of the castles that overlook
the Rhine and the Danube, he had selected this eminence on which to place
his substantial gambrel roofed dwelling-house. Long afterwards a
bay-window, almost a little room of itself, had been thrown out of the
second story on the west side, so that it looked directly down on the
river running beneath it. The chamber, thus half suspended in the air,
had been for years the special apartment of Myrtle Hazard; and as the
boys paddling about on the river would often catch glimpses, through the
window, of the little girl dressed in the scarlet jacket she fancied in
those days, one of them, Cyprian Eveleth had given it a name which became
current among the young people, and indeed furnished to Gifted Hopkins
the subject of one of his earliest poems, to wit, "The Fire-hang-bird's
Nest."

If we would know anything about the persons now living at the Withers
Homestead, or The Poplars, as it was more commonly called of late years,
we must take a brief inventory of some of their vital antecedents. It is
by no means certain that our individual personality is the single
inhabitant of these our corporeal frames. Nay, there is recorded an
experience of one of the living persons mentioned in this narrative,--to
be given in full in its proper place, which, so far as it is received in
evidence, tends to show that some, at least, who have long been dead, may
enjoy a kind of secondary and imperfect, yet self-conscious life, in
these bodily tenements which we are in the habit of considering
exclusively our own. There are many circumstances, familiar to common
observers, which favor this belief to a certain extent. Thus, at one
moment we detect the look, at another the tone of voice, at another some
characteristic movement of this or that ancestor, in our relations or
others. There are times when our friends do not act like themselves, but
apparently in obedience to some other law than that of their own proper
nature. We all do things both awake and asleep which surprise us.
Perhaps we have cotenants in this house we live in. No less than eight
distinct personalities are said to have coexisted in a single female
mentioned by an ancient physician of unimpeachable