Goodness gracious me! Are you sure it is n't by mistake? Do you remember that you are my naughty little imp?... Well, well, it takes away my breath! Dearest Boy, my heart is lifted up with gratitude. If your father were only here, to share our great rejoicing! Joy! joy!...She had always taken a deep interest in Queen Victoria, whose age was within three days of her own. Many people fancied a resemblance between the two; indeed, when in England as a bride, she was told more than once: “You look like our young Queen!” It is remembered how one of her daughters, knocking at the door of a Maine farmhouse to inquire the way, was met by a smiling, “I know who you arel You are the daughter of the Queen of America!” The Queen's death, coming as it did during her own illness, gave her a painful shock. “January 23. The news of Queen Victoria's death quite overcame me for a moment this morning. Instead of settling to my work, I wrote a very tiny ‘bust of feeling’ about her, which I carried to the ‘Woman's Journal’ office, where I found a suffrage meeting in progress. I could only show myself and say that I was not well enough to remain ....” “Bust of feeling” was a favorite expression of hers.
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his shrine, to go where deeds of barbarity, tortures, and mutilations are practised.”
At this time she heard of her son's receiving from the Czar the cross of the Order of St. Stanislas.
She writes to him:--
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