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shown inthe photograph. The balusters, some hundred and 
fifty years old, were taken from the Prescott Mansion at 
Newcastle, New Hampshire, when it was torn down about 
twenty years ago. On the wall hangs a quadrant, used in 
1835 on the old clip- 
per ship Rasselas, 
Stephen Jarvis 
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piano is open music, 
and a violin just laid 
down, for both the 
wife and daughter 
have marked talent, 
and music is one of 
the many charms of 
the Bunk. 
Beyond the stair- 
case is a ten-foot 
opening into the 
other portion of the 
living-room, with 
windows on _ three 
sides, and the fire- 
place at one end, 
with an_ old-fash- 
ioned settle, and the 
leathern_ buck- 
ets, dating back to 
1825, speak of the 
owner’s New Eng- 
land ancestry. The 
iMmcpilace iSs- of 
Philadelphia face brick and the hearth is laid with red 
unglazed tiles. 
This room is paneled with wide, unplaned spruce boards, 
and the ceiling beams are cased with the same material, 
and they are stained a warm gray. ‘The ceiling between 
the beams and in the diamond-shaped panels over the fire- 
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The brick fireplace 
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One of the quaint interiors 
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place is plastered with cement plaster with a rough finish. 
The mantel, window-casings, stair-treads, and floor-boards 
are of red birch, oiled and waxed. The floor is a much 
darker gray than the walls. Some of the panels are doors 
to closets where are 
kept canoe paddles, 
tennis racquets, golf 
clubs, croquet mal- 
lets, and the many 
things that tell of 
the varied summer 
life of the family. 
Wide double-sash 
doors open from 
the living-room on to 
a covered veranda, 
one end of which 
shows in one of the 
outside views. The 
roof is supported by 
rustic posts and, like 
the trimmings, they 
are painted ivory 
white. The rugs, 
fables, and ‘cush- 
1oned chairs make a 
charming _ out- 
door room where 
an early caller may 
find the family at 
breakfast, and 
where the dog ‘‘Ras- 
cal,” hesitating between his loyalty to the family and his 
longing for a morning swim in the river, barks his welcome. 
Kaleidoscopic are the pictures that one sees from the 
veranda at low tide of early morning, when the river is a 
narrow thread of blue, scarce moving between the dull 
browns of the flats, where a solitary clamdigger gives the 
An old-fashioned walk 
