[Illustration:  “EDGEWATER.”]

The old stone house, known as the “Deacon Pomeroy’s place,” that stood at the corner of Main and River streets, gives—­in a quaint gable—­an enduring record of romance in this sister Ann’s young-life.  It was built of stone in the peculiar herring-bone style by Judge William Cooper for a wedding gift to his only living daughter, Ann, when she married George Pomeroy, grandson of Gen. Seth Pomeroy and lineal descendant of that Sir Ralph de Pomeroy who came to England with William the Conqueror.  In this quaint gable appear the intertwined letters G.A.P.C.—­the initials of the bridegroom and bride,—­with the date 1804 beneath.

[Illustration:  MR. AND MRS. GEORGE POMEROY.]

The Cooper room of this old stone house, now the home of Mrs. Benedict, a granddaughter, shelters family portraits from William Cooper’s time down to the present day—­five generations.  What stories might it not tell of the attractive originals?  Many were the letters that Fenimore Cooper wrote from Europe to this sister, Mrs. George Pomeroy, of the old stone house.

Mrs. Benedict has also placed there many souvenirs of her sister, Constance Fenimore Woolson, gathered during-her long residence in Europe, including the author’s writing-table and her chair.

[Illustration:  THE OLD STONE HOUSE.]

“Master Oliver Cory kept the village school” in those child-days of Fenimore Cooper, and long after.  “He was well qualified for that post; laborious, upright, firm, yet patient and kindly by nature.  His training of the boys was excellent.  Saturdays were given to religious lessons, and he paid careful but quiet attention to their morals and manners.”  From his sister Hannah’s teaching Judge Cooper’s youngest son went to Master Cory’s school.  It was kept in “one of those tasteless buildings that afflict all new countries,” and here was called the “Academy.”  It served Cooperstown in timely ways for religious and political meetings; public courts were held here, and a ball was given now and then under its roof.  As to the school, time and incident brought out a taste for music in the pupils of Master Cory.  It seems that Judge Cooper had brought from Philadelphia a large upright organ of imposing appearance and power, which he placed in his manor-house hall.  Its arrival in the village made a summer’s sensation.  When put up and adjusted, a rehearsal of country dances, reels, and more serious music came floating through the broad door and ample windows of Otsego Hall into Master Cory’s domain, the Academy, which stood in the adjoining street.  As, with magic effect the strains of “Hail Columbia” poured into the schoolroom, Master Cory skilfully met a moment of open rebellion with these words:  “Boys, that organ is a remarkable instrument.  You never heard the like of it before.  I give you half an hour’s intermission.  Go into the street and listen to the music!”

[Illustration:  COOPERSTOWN PRIOR TO 1835.]