presented me with a fine bouquet of white carnations with blue
ribbons, the colors of Greece
read from dear Chev's letters of 1825.
spoke at great length, with great vehemence and gesticulation.
I understood many words, but could only guess at the general drift.
I imagine that it was very eloquent, as he was much applauded.”
. Lorin Deland
called to talk about the verses which I am to write and read at his theatre.
The thought of Cassandra
seized me. She, coming to the house of the Atridue, had a vision of its horrors; I, coming to this good theatre, have a vision of the good things which have been enjoyed there and which shall still be enjoyed.
Wrote down some five or six lines, ‘lest I forget.’
and Mrs. Deland
were among her best friends of the second generation.
Indeed, there was such a sympathy and comprehension between her and “Margaret” that the latter playfully declared herself a daughter abandoned in infancy, and was wont to sign herself, “Your doorstep Brat” !
. .. . ‘Without religion you will never know the real beauty and glory of life; you will perceive the discords, but miss the harmony; will see the defects, but miss the good in all things.’
In these years an added burden was laid upon her, in the general and affectionate desire for her presence on all manner of occasions.
The firemen must have her at their ball, the Shoe and Leather Trade at their banquet, the Paint and Oils Association at their dinner.