| American History Stories, Volume III|
|by Mara L. Pratt|
|Anecdotes from the time Washington became president through the War of 1812, the rise of Andrew Jackson, and the sectional differences leading to the Civil War. Numerous black and white illustrations complement the text. Ages 8-12 |
THE HOME OF WEBSTER
Daniel Webster loved nothing better than to get away from the
noise and hurry of his political life and shut himself
away in the quiet little village of Marshfield, where
he could hunt and fish and farm to his heartís content.
He used sometimes to say, "I doubt if the applause of
the Senate gives me half such real pleasure as my good
broad acres, with all the rest they bring me."
We can usually judge a manís character by his house and
lands. Some seem satisfied with a plain, staring,
square box of a house, hedged in by street and block;
others choose broad grand prospects, or beautiful hilly
bits of woodland.
Websterís home, as we might suppose, was broad and
grand; it had the hill, the plain, the woods, and the
A writer who saw it some years ago, before the house
was burned in 1878, describes it as follows:
 A long, stone wall, painted white, runs in front of the
farm. Within, one sees a large meadow and an old,
scattering orchard. It is a broad domain. Leaving the
road and entering the winding drive-way, one passes
under beautiful shade-trees, till at length he reaches
a large, ancient-looking white house.
Near it stood a little white building, scarcely more
than ten feet square. Here the famous orator spent
many days in hard thought and study.
A very interesting spot is the resting-place of
Webster. We pass by the house and the large barn and
little lakes and ornamental trees, and walk on through
field, and meadow, and orchard.
Now we come out upon a little open plateau of land
covering two or three acres. There is not a tree or
shrub upon it. It is native soil, unturned by any
To the north, a vast marsh stretches away for several
miles. To the west, more marsh, and then higher land,
with timber. To the south, a level half mile of open
field;—Websterís field, and then hills and woods.
To the east, low, marshy land and the sound of the
surf-beating ocean two miles away. There is no house
near. Only the quiet or rugged aspects of nature; of
broad-handed, far-reaching nature.
It is here that the gifted senator and his family rest.
On the southern slope of this elevation of land a
space is fenced off by an iron railing, some eight feet
 In this inclosure lies buried the Webster family.
Within this iron fence lies the wife whom Webster
tenderly loved. Also Major Edward, his son, who died
in the Mexican War, and Col. Fletcher, who died in
1862&endash;3, from wounds received in his countryís service.
The Websters were a race of brave men.
Websterís grave is situated at the north end of the
plot in this little jut of land. A mound of earth is
thrown up, some four feet high, and overgrown with
grass; at the head of this is a simple, pure white
marble slab, some fifteen by ten inches, bearing this
In this obscure place reposes this man whose eloquence
charmed a nation; upon whose lips ten thousand hung
delighted; who walked among crowds of noble men, "the
observed of all observers."
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