ANNING A NEW HOME
Clemens and his wife bought a lot for the new home that winter, a fine,
sightly piece of land on Farmington Avenue--table-land, sloping down to
a pretty stream that wound through the willows and among the trees. They
were as delighted as children with their new purchase and the prospect
of building. To her sister Mrs. Clemens wrote:
Mr. Clemens seems to glory in his sense of possession; he goes daily
into the lot, has had several falls trying to lay off the land by
sliding around on his feet....
For three days the ice has covered the trees, and they have been
glorious. We could do nothing but watch the beauty outside; if you
looked at the trees as the sun struck them, with your back toward
the sun, they were covered with jewels. If you looked toward the
sun it was all crystal whiteness, a perfect fairy-land. Then the
nights were moonlight, and that was a great beauty, the moon giving
us the same prismatic effect.
This was the storm of which Mark Twain wrote his matchless description,
given first in his speech on New England weather, and later preserved in
'Following the Equator', in more extended form. In that book he likens
an ice-storm to his impressions derived from reading descriptions of
the Taj Mahal, that wonderful tomb of a fair East Indian queen. It is a
marvelous bit of word-painting--his description of that majestic vision:
"When every bough and twig is strung with ice-beads, frozen dewdrops,
and the whole tree sparkles cold and white, like the Shah of Persia's
diamond plume." It will pay any one to look up that description and read
it all, though it has been said, by the fortunate one or two who heard
him first give it utterance as an impromptu outburst, that in the
subsequent process of writing the bloom of its original magnificence was
lost.
The plans for the new house were drawn forthwith by that gentle
architect Edward Potter, whose art to-day may be considered open to
criticism, but not because of any lack of originality. Hartford houses
of that period were mainly of the goods-box form of architecture,
perfectly square, typifying the commercial pursuits of many of their
owners. Potter agreed to get away from this idea, and a radical and
even frenzied departure was the result. Certainly his plans presented
beautiful pictures, and all who saw them were filled with wonder and
delight. Architecture has lavished itself in many florescent for
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