fix her Mind on God and heavenly Things, with which she had begun.
A line or two from the Father's Rhymes will suffice.
Joy of my Life!
is this thy lovely Voice? Sing on, and a fond Father's Heart rejoice.
'Twas nobly dar'd, my charming Child.
A Song From a Babe's Mouth of right to Heaven belong. Pleasant thy Wit, but more the sacred Theme, Such as thy Name and all my Cares beseem.
These condescensions of her Father were no doubt of great Use to her, and had in some Measure the Eedford from Bangor, Me., and died in Medford November 28, 1901, being buried by her request on December 2, the day of execution of John Brown, to whose memory the day had been kept sacred for many years in her household.
She was related to Lydia Maria Child, and was of the stock of New England transcendentalists to whom we owe the poets Whittier, Longfellow and Lowell, and also Emerson and Channing, Parker, Frothingham and Margaret Fuller.
Ole Bull, the wonderful violinist, and Emerson, Sam
ty June 13, 1902.
The old landmark so familiar to the people of Medford and so widely known as the birthplace of Lydia Maria Child
See Register, vol.
III., No. 3, and National Magazine, p. 161, May, 1901. may now stand as a memorial to the li old front door was put in the bake-house.
I always understood that the house was built by Converse Francis, father of Mrs. Child, and placed near the street so that the sign could be seen from the square.
The shop was at the westerly end. I learn 818, when my father, Capt. Andrew Blanchard, Jr. purchased the estate and resided on it until his death in 1853.
Lydia Maria Child was born in the house February 11, 1802.
Her brother, Rev. Converse Francis, D. D., was born in West Cambridge, No the other side, ample to bake all the pies for the Thanksgiving season.
One born on the spot and dwelling where Lydia Maria Child passed her early life can testify to the loveliness of her surroundings —the garden of fruit trees, flowers and veg