innocently inquired; and he said, Do you not know?
Our Father who art in heaven.
I felt that I ought to have known, and went away somewhat abashed.
Another day my mother told me that we were going to visit Red Jacket, a great Indian chief, and that I must be very polite to him. She gave me a twist of tobacco tied with a blue ribbon, which I was to present to him, and bade me observe the silver medal which I should see hung on his neck, and which, she said, had been given to him by General Washington.
We drove to the Indian encampment, of which I dimly remember the extent and the wigwams.
A tall figure advanced to the carriage.
As its door was opened, I sprang forward, clasped my arms around the neck of the noble savage, and was astonished at his cool reception of such a greeting.
I was surprised and grieved afterwards to learn that I had not done exactly the right thing.
The Indians, in those days and long after, occupied numerous settlements in the western part of the State
oval, my maternal grandmother was not indifferent to dress.
She used to lament the ugliness of modern fashions, and to extol those of her youth, in which she was one of the élegantes of Southern society.
She remembered with pleasure that General Washington once crossed a ball-room to speak with her. This was probably when she was the wife or widow of Colonel Herne, to whom she was married at the age of fourteen (when her dolls, she told me, were taken away from her), and whose death occurred y yellow sile dress of mine, and made a brocade of it.
She once mentioned having known, in days long distant, of a company of ladies who had banded themselves together for some new departure of a patriotic intent, and who had waited upon General Washington in a body.
I have since ascertained that they called themselves Daughters of Liberty.
A kindred association had been formed of Sons of Liberty.
Perhaps these ladies were of the mind of Mrs. John Adams, who, when congratulating her husban
as also one of the guests.
She had composed for the occasion a poem, of which I recall the opening line,—
We are met in the clime where the wild flowers abound, and the closing ones,—
To the halo that circles our Washington's head Let us pour a libation the gods never knew.
Among many toasts, my sister Annie proposed this one, Washington's clay in Crawford's hand, which was appropriate, as Thomas Crawford was known at the time to be engaged in modeling the equestrian statue of Washington which crowns his Richmond monument.
My Roman holiday came to an end in the summer of the year 1851, and my return to my home and friends became imperative.
As the time of my departure approached, I felt how deeply the subtle fascination of Roman life had entered into my very being.
Pain, amounting almost to anguish, seized me at the thought that I might never again behold those ancient monuments, those stately churches, or take part in the society which had charmed me principally thr
w glad I was to meet the brave defenders of our cause, and how constantly they were in my thoughts.
Among my recollections of this period I especially cherish that of an interview with President Abraham Lincoln, arranged for us by our kind friend, Governor Andrew.
The President was laboring at this time under a terrible pressure of doubt and anxiety.
He received us in one of the drawing-rooms of the White House, where we were invited to take seats, in full view of Stuart's portrait of Washington.
The conversation took place mostly between the President and Governor Andrew.
I remember well the sad expression of Mr. Lincoln's deep blue eyes, the only feature of his face which could be called other than plain.
Mrs. Andrew, being of the company, inquired when we could have the pleasure of seeing Mrs. Lincoln, and Mr. Lincoln named to us the day of her reception.
He said to Governor Andrew, apropos of I know not what, I once herd George Sumner tell a story.
The unusual pronunciat
ton in war time, 270; in the Radical Club, 286; his attitude in that organization, 287-289; introduces Mrs. Howe at her Washington lecture, 309; aids her woman's peace crusade movement, 330.
Chapman, Mrs., Maria Weston, a leading abolitionist, 153Ward mansion, 45; meets the Howes in Rome: marries Louisa Ward, 127; travels to Rome with Mrs. Howe, 100; his statue of Washington, 203.
Crawford, Mrs., Thomas. See Ward, Louisa.
Cretan insurrection of 1866, Dr. Howe's efforts in behalf of, 312prison with the Howes, 109.
Richmond, Rev., James, 200.
Richmond, Va., theatre in, burned, 16; Crawford's statue of Washington for, 203.
Ripley, George, his efforts at Brook Farm, 145; reviews Passion Flowers, 228; sees the Howes and Parkers o 224; funeral of Gurowski in, 226; condition of, during the civil war, 269, 270; Mrs. Howe lectures in, 308.
Washington, Gen., George, 9; his attention to Mrs. Cutler, 35; waited on by Daughters of Liberty, 36; birthday celebrated in Rome, 203.