friend afterward, “Oh I am so cold!
I have been dining with the Tete Noir, the Mer(e) de Glace
, and the Jungfrau
It may have been in these days that an incident occurred which she thus describes in “A plea for Humour” : “I once wrote to an intimate friend a very high-flown and ridiculous letter of reproof for her frivolity.
I presently heard of her as ill in bed, in consequence of my unkindness.
I immediately wrote, ‘Did not you see that the whole thing was intended to be a burlesque?’
After a while she wrote back, ‘I am just beginning to see the fun of it, but the next time you intend to make a joke, pray give me a fortnight's notice.’
It was now my turn to take to my bed.”
In September, 1847, a heavy sorrow came to her in the death of her brother Marion, “a gallant, gracious boy, a true, upright and useful man.”
She writes to her sister Louisa: “Let us thank Him that Marion
's life gave us as much joy as his death has given us pain. . . . Our children will grow up in love and beauty, and one of us will have a sweet boy who shall bear the dear name of Marion
and make it doubly dear to us.”
This prophecy was fulfilled first by the birth, on March 2, 1848, of Henry Marion Howe
(named for the two lost brothers), and again in 1854 by that of Francis Marion Crawford
The winter of 1847-48 was also spent in Boston
, at No. 74 Mount Vernon Street; here the first son was born.
, recording his birth in the Family Bible
, wrote after the name, “Dieu