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Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 3: Newport 1879-1882; aet. 60-63 (search)
g Club with Mrs. [John] Sherwood; very busy; then with her to Blind Asylum in a carriage. Drove up to front entrance and alighted, when the gale took me off my feet and threw me down, spraining my left knee so badly as to render me quite helpless. I managed to hobble into the Institution and to get through Julia's lunch, after which I was driven home. Sent for Dr. Beach and was convicted of a bad sprain, and sentenced to six weeks of (solitary) confinement. March 5. In bed all day. March 6. On the lounge; able to work. March 8. Day of mid-year conference of A. A.W. Business meeting at the N. E.W. C., where I, of course,, could not be present. Afternoon meeting was in my room. On the whole satisfactory. To Laura 241 Beacon Street, March 18, 1882. Whereupon, my dearest, let there be no further pribbles and prabbles, which I conjugate thus: I pribble, thou prabblest, he, she, or it pribble prabbles. Maud leaveth on a Tuesday, come thou on that same Tuesday, taking ca
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 13: looking toward sunset 1903-1905; aet. 84-86 (search)
ugh many a season. January 27, 1904. I was so anxious to attend today's [suffrage] meeting, and so afraid of Maud's opposition to my going, that my one prayer this morning was, Help me. To my utter surprise she did not oppose, but went with me and remained until our part of the hearing was finished, when she carried me off. I read my little screed, written yesterday. When I said, Intelligence has no sex, no, gentlemen, nor folly either! laughter resounded, as I meant it should. . . March 6. In the evening to hear Elijah finely given. Some of the music brought back to me the desolate scenery of Palestine. It is a very beautiful composition. ... The alto was frightened at first, coming out stronger in Woe unto them, and better still in Oh, rest in the Lord. The audience seemed to me sleepy and cold. I really led the applause for the alto. March 13.... Wrote to John A. Beal, of Beal's Island, offering to send instructive literature to that benighted region, where three mo