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Alfred Tennyson (search for this): chapter 7
ed, Mrs. Jimfarlan, I adore your pig, so down we sat. Oh, yes, Mamma, says Julia, and I know the rest. When you had got through dinner, and had had all you wanted, you rose, and told the lady that you had something to tell her in the greatest confidence. Then she went into the entry with you, and you whispered in her ear, Mrs. Jimfarlan, I hate your pig! and then rushed out of the house. ... I have had one grand tea-party — the Longos, Curtis, etc., etc. We had tea out of doors and read Tennyson in the valley. It was very pleasant. ... The children spent Tuesday with the Hazards. I went over to tea. You remember the old beautiful place. Vaucluse, at Portsmouth. We have now a donkey tandem, which is the joy of the Island. The children go out with it, and every one who meets them is seized with cramps in the region of the diaphragm, they double up and are relieved by a hearty laugh. To her sister Annie October, 1854. I will tell you how I have been living since my return
Larz Anderson (search for this): chapter 7
ite ill for two days at St. Louis. Chev is too rapid and restless a traveller for pleasure. Still, I think I shall be glad to have made the journey when it is all over — I must be stronger than I was, for I bear fatigue very well now and at first I could not bear it at all. We went from Philadelphia to Baltimore, thence to Wheeling, thence to see the Manns at Antioch — they almost ate us up, so glad were they to see us. Thence to Cincinnati, where two days with Kitty Rolker, a party at Larz Anderson's — Longworth's wine-cellar, pleasant attentions from a gentleman by the name of King, who took me about in a carriage and proposed everything but marriage. After passing the morning with me, he asked if I was English. I told him no. When we met in the evening, he had thought matters over, and exclaimed, You must be Miss Ward! And you, I cried, must be the nephew of my father's old partner. Do you happen to have a strawberry mark or anything of that kind about you? No. Then you are<
Lizzie Cary (search for this): chapter 7
adhered to the Decalogue all their lives incontinently violate the Tenth Commandment, and then excuse it by saying that Mrs. Howe does not happen to be their neighbor, living as she does beyond the reach of everything but Omnibuses and Charity. So you see that I consider the investment a most successful one, and may in future honor you with more commissions. I even justify it to myself on the ground that the Brooch and earrings will make charming pins for my three girls, while the lace, Mrs. Cary says, is as good as Real Estate. So set your kind heart completely at rest, you could not have done better for me, or if you could, I don't know it. As to my being without pocket handkerchiefs, you will be the first to reply that that is nothing new. Now for your charming presents; I was greatly delighted at them. The Mosaics are perfectly exquisite, the most beautiful I ever saw. The straw is very handsome, and will make me the envy of Newport, next summer. The worsted work appears to
Boar Hunt (search for this): chapter 7
bitter. We see ourselves gathered in the great dining-room, where the grand piano was, and the Gobelin carpet with the strange beasts and fishes, bought at the sale of the ex-King Joseph Bonaparte's furniture at Bordentown, and the Snyders' Boar Hunt, which one of us could never pass without a shiver; see ourselves dancing to our mother's playing,--wonderful dances, invented by Flossy, who was always premiere danseuse, and whose Lady MacBETHeth dagger dance was a thing to remember. Then f the cream was already engaged. I believe in my soul that I invited 300 people — every day everybody sent word they could not come. I was full of anxiety, got the house well arranged though, engaged a colored man, and got a splendid supper. Miss Hunt, who is writing for me, smacks her lips at the remembrance of the same, I mean the supper, not the black man. Well! the evening came, and with it all the odds and ends of half a dozen sets of people, including some of the most primitive and so
Mary Big (search for this): chapter 7
ood. We must not forget the Comic Muse. Comparatively little of her humorous verse is preserved; she seldom thought it important enough to make two copies, and the first draft was often lost or given away. The following was written in the fifties, when Wulf Fries was a young and much-admired musician in Boston. Miss Mary Bigelow had invited her to her house at nine o'clock to hear him play, meaning nine in the morning. She took this for nine in the evening; the rest explains itself:--Miss Mary Big'low, you who seem So debonair and kind, Pray, what the devil do you mean (If I may speak my mind) By asking me to come and hear That Wulf of yours a-Friesing, Then leaving me to cool my heels In manner so unpleasing? With Mrs. Dr. Susan you That eve, forsooth, were tea-ing: Confess you knew that I should come, And from my wrath were fleeing! To Mrs. Dr. Susan's I Had not invited been: So when the maid said, “Best go there!” I answered, “Not so green!” Within the darksome carriage hid
James T. Fields (search for this): chapter 7
r? We may laugh with the two sisters, but under the laughter lies a deep sense of the poet's nature. As in her dreamy girlhood she prayed- Oh! give me back my golden lyre! so in later life she was to pray-- On the Matron's time-worn mantle Let the Poet's wreath be laid. The tide of song had been checked for a time; after the second visit to Rome, it flowed more freely than ever. By the winter of 1853-54, a volume was ready (the poems chosen and arranged with the help of James T. Fields), and was published by Ticknor and Fields under the title of Passion flowers. No name appeared on the title-page; she had thought to keep her incognito, but she was recognized at once as the author, and the book became the literary sensation of the hour. It passed rapidly through three editions; was, she says, much praised, much blamed, and much called in question. She writes to her sister Annie: The history of all these days, beloved, is comprised in one phrase, the miseri
Nathaniel P. Banks (search for this): chapter 7
me, I mean the supper, not the black man. Well! the evening came, and with it all the odds and ends of half a dozen sets of people, including some of the most primitive and some of the most fashionable. I had the greatest pleasure in introducing a dowdy high neck, got up for the occasion, with short sleeves and a bow behind, to the most elaborate of French balldresses with head-dress to match, and leaving them to take care of each other the best way they could. As for the Governor [Nathaniel P. Banks], I introduced him right and left to people who had never voted for him and never will. The pious were permitted to enjoy Theodore Parker, and Julia's schoolmaster sat on a sofa and talked about Carlyle. I did not care -the colored man made it all right. Imagine my astonishment at hearing the party then and after pronounced one of the most brilliant and successful ever given in Boston. The people all said, It is such a relief to see new faces — we always meet the same people at cit
George William Curtis (search for this): chapter 7
rse was published by Ticknor and Fields under the title of Words for the hour. Of this, George William Curtis wrote, It is a better book than its predecessor, but will probably not meet with the samst 5. ... I went in town [Newport] the other day, and dined with Fanny Longfellow. The L.'s, Curtis, George William Curtis. Tommo, Thomas Gold Appleton. and Kensett are all living together, George William Curtis. Tommo, Thomas Gold Appleton. and Kensett are all living together, but seem to make out tolerably. After dinner Fanny took me to drive on the Beach in her Barouche. I looked fine, wore my grey grapery with my drapery, and spread myself out as much as possible. CuCurtis took Julia in his one-horse affair on the Beach. Julia wore a pink silk dress, a white drawn bonnet with pink ribbons, and a little white shawl. Oh, she did look lovely. Mamma was not at all te your pig! and then rushed out of the house. ... I have had one grand tea-party — the Longos, Curtis, etc., etc. We had tea out of doors and read Tennyson in the valley. It was very pleasant. ...
Julia Ward (search for this): chapter 7
nterpart. The rose that makes the summer fair, The velvet robe that sovereigns wear, The red revealment could not spare. And men who conquer deadly odds By fields of ice, and raging floods, Take the red passion from the gods. Now, Love is red, and Wisdom pale, But human hearts are faint and frail Till Love meets Love, and bids it hail. I see the chasm, yawning dread; I see the flaming arch o'erhead: I stake my life upon the red. J. W. H. We have seen that from her earliest childhood Julia Ward's need of expressing herself in verse was imperative. Every emotion, deep or trivial, must take metrical shape; she laughed, wept, prayedeven stormed, in verse. Walking with her one day, her sister Annie, always half angel, half sprite, pointed to an object in the road. Dudie dear, she said; squashed frog! little verse, dear? We may laugh with the two sisters, but under the laughter lies a deep sense of the poet's nature. As in her dreamy girlhood she prayed- Oh! give me ba
John Brown (search for this): chapter 7
r father would think thus, say thus! It has been told elsewhere Letters and Journals of Samuel Gridley Howe. how she once, being in Newport and waked from sleep by some noise, called to him; and how he, in Boston, heard her, and asked, when next they met, Why did you call me? To the end of her life, if startled or alarmed, she never failed to cry aloud, Chev! Children were not the only guests at Green Peace. Some of us remember Kossuth's visit; our mother often told of the day when John Brown knocked at the door, and she opened it herself. To all of us, Charles Sumner and his brothers, Albert and George, Hillard, Agassiz, Andrew, Parker were familiar figures, and fit naturally into the background of Green Peace. Of these Charles Sumner, always the Doctor's closest and best-beloved friend, is most familiarly remembered. We called him the harmless giant ; and one of us was in the habit of using his stately figure as a rule of measurement. Knowing that he was just six feet t
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