the evening — a long and pleasant visit.
He is a very sweet-hearted man, and does not grow old.”
The Musical Festival had not yet exacted full arrears of payment; she was too weary even to enjoy the Valley
at first; but after a few days of its beloved seclusion she shook off fatigue and was herself again, reading Kant
and Livy, teaching the children, and gathering mussels on the beach.
She flits up to town to see the new statue of Horace Mann
, “in order to criticise it for Chev's pamphlet” ; 1
meets William Hunt
, who praises its simplicity and parental character; and Charles Sumner
, who tells her it looks better on a nearer view.
The day after--“we abode in the Valley
, when three detachments of company tumbled in upon us, to wit, Colonel Higginson
and Mrs. McKay
, the Tweedys and John Field, and the Gulstons.
All were friendly.
Only on my speaking of the rudeness occasionally shown me by a certain lady, Mrs. Tweedy
said: ‘But that was in the presence of your superiors, was it not?’
I replied: ‘I do not know that I was ever in Mrs.
X.'s company under those circumstances!’
After which we all laughed.”
She was at this time sitting to Miss Margaret Foley
for a portrait medallion and was writing philosophy and poetry.
Family and household matters also claimed their share of attention.
“Finished reading over ‘Polarity’ [her essay]. Reading to the children, ‘Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man hath not where ’”