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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 11: no. 19
Boylston place
: later Lyrics --1866; aet. 47 (search)
ood text for me at this moment. Independently of ambition, vanity, pride,all of which prompt all of us, I feel that I must do what my hand finds to do, taking my dictation and my reward from sources quite above human will and approbation. December 19. ... Vicomte de Chabreuil came. We had a long, and to me splendid, conversation. Were I young this person would occupy my thoughts somewhat. Very intelligent, simple, and perfectly bred, also a rosso,--a rare feature in a Frenchman. December 27. Let me live until to-morrow, and not be ridiculous! I have a dinner party and an evening party to-day and night, and knowing myself to be a fool for my pains, am fain to desire that others may not find it out and reproach me as they discover it. Got hold of Fichte a little which rested my weary brain. My party proved very pleasant and friendly. December 29. .... I read last night at the Club a poem, The rich man's Library, which contrasts material and mental wealth, much to the
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 5: more changes--1886-1888; aet. 67-69 (search)
ever and became alarmingly ill. The mother-bird flew to her in terror. On the way she met Henry Ward Beecher and told him of her deep distress, made still more poignant by the thought of the little children who might be left motherless. She was scarcely comforted by his assurance that he had known stepmothers who were very good to their stepchildren ! It was Christmas time, and she divided her time between the beloved patient and the children who must not lack their holiday cheer. December 27. The day was a very distressing one to me. I sat much of the time beside Flossy with a strange feeling that I could keep her alive by some effort of my will. I seemed to contend with God, saying, I gave up Julia, I can't give up Flossy — she has children. . . . December 28. Most of the day with dear Flossy, who seems a little better. I sat up with her until 1.30 A. M., and made a great effort of will to put her to sleep. I succeeded — she slept well for more than an hour and slept