Mr. and Mrs. Ripley were the life of the Brook Farm Association.
One might fancy, on a casual glance, that Brook Farm was the scene of a prolonged picnic.
It only remains to tell what we know of the causes that brought the Brook Farm Phalanx to its end.
Teachers and pupils, like everyone else at Brook Farm, loved to be in the open.
This little society of reformers lived in a suburb of Boston, and called their association Brook Farm.
His experience at Brook Farm may have helped to deepen this feeling.
Besides, my firm conviction is that the upper class can produce a Brook Farm, but nothing more.
The enterprise at Brook Farm seemed to him to promise Arcadia.
But the Socialism of to-day is no mere abstraction—as it was, perhaps, in the days of Brook Farm.
The society at Brook Farm was composed of every kind of person.