pany were invited to join in singing these lines, which were, of course, a take-off on God save our gracious Queen.
I can still see in my mind's eye dear old Madam Sedgwick, mother of the well-known jurist, Theodore of that name, lifting her quavering, high voice to aid in the singing.
Mrs. Bean was rather taken aback by the uon this point that the humor of the story turned.
I will also mention a dinner given in our honor by John Kenyon, well known as a Maecenas of that period.
Miss Sedgwick, in her book of travels, speaks of him as a distinguished conversationalist, much given to hospitality.
He is also remembered as a cousin of Elizabeth Barrettfterward known as Madame Pulszky, the wife of one of Louis Kossuth's most valued friends.
Arriving in Milan, we presented a letter of introduction from Miss Catharine Sedgwick to Count Confalonieri, after Silvio Pellico the most distinguished of the Italian patriots who underwent imprisonment in the Austrian fortress of Spielber
sent him, in a very kind letter.
Mr. Whittier did likewise.
He wrote, I dare say thy volume has faults enough.
For all this, he spoke warmly of its merits.
Prescott, the beloved historian, made me happy with his good opinion.
George Ripley, in the New York Tribune, Edwin Whipple and Frank Sanborn in Boston, reviewed the volume in a very genial and appreciative spirit.
I think that my joy reached its height when I heard Theodore Parker repeat some of my lines from the pulpit.
Miss Catharine Sedgwick, in speaking of the poems to a mutual friend, quoted with praise a line from my long poem on Rome.
Speaking of my first hearing of the nightingale, it says:—
A note Fell as a star falls, trailing sound for light. Dr. Francis Lieber quoted the following passage as having a Shakespearean ring:—
But, as none can tell Among the sunbeams which unconscious one Comes weaponed with celestial will, to strike The stroke of Freedom on the fettered floods, Giving the spring his watchw