On the whole, again, from the social point of view, the Brook Farm
experiment was eminently successful. We were happy, contented, well-off
and care-free; doing a great work in the world, enthusiastic and
faithful, we enjoyed every moment of every day, dominated every moment
of every day by the Spirit of Brook Farm.
CHAPTER X
UNTO THIS LAST
There were two funerals at Brook Farm, during my time, and I think there
were no more afterward. A young woman named Williams came there with
incipient tuberculosis and after being tenderly cared for and made as
comfortable as possible for several months, peacefully passed away. That
was the only death. The deceased was buried with simple but impressive
services in a quiet nook at the far end of the pine woods. This was the
retired spot where the members of the community expected to be interred
when their labors in this world came to an end. That expectation was not
fulfilled. The Brook Farmers have nearly all joined the congregation of
the beyond, but they are sepulchred in the four quarters of the globe.
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