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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 7: passion flowers 1852-1858; aet. 33-39 (search)
the poets,--the high, impassioned few of her Salutatory. Whittier wrote:-- Amesbury, 29th, 12 mo. 1853. My dear Fr'd, Aot to thyself, for putting into verse The hero. See Whittier's Poems. an incident of his early life which a friend relough the door without even looking into the parlor. Of Whittier our mother says:-- I shall always be glad that I saw with two dear girl babies, when Sumner, I think, brought Whittier to our rooms and introduced him to me. His appearance thee persons bantered him a little on his bachelor state. Mr. Whittier said in reply: The world's people have taken so many od so late that I had a tete-a-tAte of half an hour with Mr. Whittier. We sat near the fire, rather shy and silent, both of us. Whenever I spoke to Whittier, he hitched his chair nearer to the fire. At last Dr. Howe came in. I said to him afterwards, My dear, if you had been a little later, Mr. Whittier would have gone up the chimney. The most welcome visitor of all
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 7: a summer abroad 1892-1893; aet. 73-74 (search)
hroat was troublesome and no one asked me to do anything of the kind. They wished to hear Pickwick, and a long reading was held in my room, the fire in the grate helping to cheer us. September 15. Left Montreux for Paris. Reed brought me a beautiful yellow rose, half-blown, upon which I needs must exercise my old trick of versification. Paper I had none — the back of a pasteboard box held one stanza, the cover of a Tauchnitz the others. September 18. Heard to-day of the noble poet, Whittier's death. What a great heart is gone with him! September 22. Liverpool. Embarked at about ten in the morning. Edward Atkinson, wife and daughter on board, a valuable addition to our resources. September 29. At sea. I said in my mind: There is nothing in me which can redeem me from despair over my poor life and wasted opportunities. That redemption which I seek must be in Thee. There is no progress in the mere sense of ill-desert. I must pass on from it to better effort beyond, se