The Manor in 1874 was described in Appletons’
Journal as being a typical Maryland 5 part home - center being only 30 feet deep, two wings with thin connecting passageways to a kitchen at one end and a Catholic chapel on the other at 300 feet. Built on an "artificial knoll" it's story and a half was raised to 2 stories and a flat roof by Charles Carroll of Carrollton's grandson.
from Appletons' Journal -
from Appletons' Journal -
"It
lies in Howard County, six miles above Ellicott's Mills, on the Baltimore and
Ohio Railroad, and one mile from the old turnpike leading to Frederick City.
The land of all this section is hilly, rolling, and wooded. At Ellicott's Mills
the acclivities are short and abrupt, but near the manor the hills slope from
valley to valley in gentle and easy curves. It is like going from the chopping
seas of the English Channel to the long swell of the Atlantic. This beauty of
situation had doubtless much to do with the choice of the site. At that time,
also, Elk Ridge Landing, twelve miles below, was on a navigable stream, and the
capital city, Annapolis, was not very far distant, and in the same county.
The
house itself is situated on an artificial knoll, which falls away gently front
and back. The architecture is of the old style of Maryland—a long, low house,
one story and a half, with supporting wings. Its total length is three hundred
feet [30 feet deep center]. In front are six of the finest and oldest American elms in the State.
Attached
to the manor, and plainly seen in the illustration, is probably the only
private chapel in the United States. The Carrolls have always been strict
Catholics. In 1704 an act was passed establishing the Church of England in the
Province of Maryland, and at the same time making it penal for a bishop or
priest of the Catholic Church to exercise the functions of his office in
public. Liberty of worship in private houses was not disturbed, however, and
out of the privilege grew the custom of building chapels, like that at Dougloregan
Manor, attached to the dwelling. Here still, on Sundays and holidays of the
Church, the country people gather and worship, where for more than a hundred
and fifty years the same service under the same family roof has ascended.
Inside
the chapel, to the right of the altar, is the tomb of Charles Carroll of
Carrollton, and above it a marble entablature by Bartholomew, with the pen and
scroll of the Declaration, the thirteen stars of the States in freedom, and
above all the cross, carved in alto-rilievo.
The
mansion itself is entered by a wide hall, with heavy panels front and back,
and with English hunting-scenes and a few old pictures on the walls, and vistas
of the stately, flower-strewed lawn, with its shaven turf of more than a
hundred years, and its picturesque gnarled and knotted old trees.
To
the right are the library and sittingroom, heavily paneled in oak, where Charles
Carroll of Carrollton, when old and feeble, passed most of his time, and where,
within easy reach, were Cicero's "De Senectute," which he loved;
Milner's End of Controversy," to
which he always attributed his firmest Christian conviction; Swift and Homer
and Virgil and Blackstone. On the wall are portraits of himself, his son, and
grandson. All the furniture is plain, but substantial, solid, and lasting.
From
there he had only to cross the hall to the dining-room, also paneled in oak,
with its high clock in a recess of the wall; and portraits, from stately
gentlemen in the full wigs of Addison's day to grandams who look as though they
were ready, in stomacher and ruff, to step from their frames and pace a solemn
minuet. ...
In
the large billiard-room in the right wing there is a quaint picture of Charles
Carroll of Carrollton bidding farewell to his eldest son, who is about to
embark for France— all the eldest sons of the Carrolls are educated abroad,
and, for two hundred years, they have all borne the name of Charles. The
picture was painted about 1790. In the distance is the ship; in the foreground
is the young lad, turning half reluctant to his father, who has his hands on
his shoulder. His sisters stand near, weeping; and, half in shadow, the negro
servants watch the scene with sorrowful countenances.
Three
hundred acres of park, lawn, and grass-lands, surround the mansion; and, about
a half-mile off, and not immediately adjacent, as in most wealthy Southern
homes, are the stables and the little village, with its handsome overseer's
house in the centre, which, in times past, formed the slaves' quarters.
Appletons’
Journal NY: Sept 12, 1874Harland, Marion. More Colonial Homesteads, and Their Stories. NY: 1899
More on Doughoregan HERE
©2016 Patricia Bixler Reber
Forgotten history of Ellicott City & Howard County MD
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