As if all this were not enough, she must found a Literary Association among the young people of New Orleans.
She named them the Pans, and among their number were several whose names have since become well known in literature.
, Elizabeth Bisland
, and others will remember those evenings, when their bright youth flashed responsive to the call of the elder woman of letters.
In all the stress and hurry, we find this entry:---
“My dear father's birthday.
I left the Exposition early and walked to visit dear Marion
's grave in Girard Street Cemetery.
A lovely place it was. He is buried above ground in a sort of edifice formed of brick, the rows of coffins being laid on stone floors, each single one divided from those on either side of it by a stone partition.
‘Francis Marion Ward
, died September 3rd, 1847.’
Erected by William Morse
, dear Marion
. Gave my talk to the colored people, soon after two in the afternoon in their department.
A pretty hexagonal platform had been arranged.
Behind this was a fine portrait of Abraham Lincoln
, with a vase of beautiful flowers [gladiolus and white lilies] at its base.
I spoke of Dr. Channing
, Theodore Parker
, Charles Sumner
, John A. Andrew
, Lucretia Mott
, and Wendell Phillips
, occupying about an hour.
They gave me a fine basket of flowers and sang my ‘Battle Hymn
Afterwards the Alabama
cadets visited us. We gave them tea, cake and biscuits and I made a little speech for them.”