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Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 2, chapter 30 (search)
er sure decline. There was never a moment when he would not have gladly given his life for hers. In the spring of 1842 she gave up her studies, on account of ill health. With the beginning of 1843 she had a severe hemorrhage; and in the summer and autumn her increasing weakness and pallor of countenance were evident. In the spring of 1844 she was fading fast. During his own illness, the almost sleepless mother was passing from the bed of one to that of the other. To Dr. Howe he wrote, Sept. 8: I had a dear letter from my sister Mary, in which she tells me she has been obliged to part with her beautiful hair. It touched me to the soul. His letter to his brother George, Oct. 15, tells the story of her last days. Post, p. 321. Prescott wrote to him, as a postscript to a note of Aug. 12, 1844:— Since writing this note, I learn by the papers the melancholy intelligence of your sister's death. Little did I think, when I saw her in the summer, she was so near her end. Mos
Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 2, Chapter 28: the city Oration,—the true grandeur of nations.—an argument against war.—July 4, 1845.—Age 34. (search)
hich they are clothed. It will do great good. I would rather be the author of it than of all the war eloquence of Heathendom and Christendom combined. . . . I shall be in Boston at the Liberty Convention of the first of next month, and shall take some pains to procure an introduction to the author of the very best plea for peace which has ever fallen under my notice. Thomas Hopkinson, the college classmate whose name was familiar to the earlier pages of this Memoir, wrote from Lowell, Sept. 8, stating his conviction that the doctrines of the oration were not adapted to human nature; but saying: As a literary composition, I read it with unqualified satisfaction. I see the old style, the old hand and mind. But it is ripened, condensed, filled up with flowers and fruit, ripe scholarship grafted on a thoughtful mind. Many of its passages rise into eloquence of high order. Mr. Prescott wrote Life of W. H. Prescott, pp. 352, 353. from Pepperell, Aug. 15:— Thank you for