and patience of the man who, in the very bloom of his manhood, sat down to besiege this almost impenetrable fortress of darkness and isolation, and, after months of labor, carried within its walls the divine conquest of life and of thought. J. W. H., Memoir of Dr. Samuel G. Howe.In September, 1844, the travellers returned to America and took up their residence at the Perkins Institution, in South Boston, in the apartment known as the “Doctor's wing.” At first, Laura Bridgman made one of the family, the Doctor considering her almost as an adopted child. His marriage had been something of a shock to her. “Does Doctor love me like Julia?” she asked her teacher anxiously. “No!” “Does he love God like Julia?” “Yes!” A pause: then--“God was kind to give him his wife!” She and Julia became much attached to each other, and were friends through life. Julia was now to realize fully the great change that had come in her life. She had been the acknowledged queen of her home and circle in New York. Up to this time, she had known Boston as a gay visitor knows it. She came now as the wife of a man who had neither leisure nor inclination for “Society” ; a man of tenderest heart, but of dominant personality, accustomed to rule, and devoted to causes of which she knew only by hearsay; moreover, so absorbed in work for these causes, that he could only enjoy his home by snatches. She herself says: “The romance of charity easily ”
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