our little craft, and looking up, saw bending above us, between the slouched hat and the silver beard, the eyes that we can never forget, that seemed to drop back in the darkness with the solemnity of a last farewell.
We went home, and the drum hung himself gloomily on his peg, and the little fife shut up
for the remainder of the evening.”
“A trip to Cuba
” appeared first serially in the “Atlantic Monthly,” then in book form.
Years after, a friend, visiting Cuba
, took with her a copy of the little volume; it was seized at Havana
by the customs house officers, and confiscated as dangerous and incendiary material.
On her return, our mother was asked to write regularly for the New York Tribune, describing the season at Newport
This was the beginning of a correspondence which lasted well into the time of the Civil War
. She says of it:--
“My letters dealt somewhat with social doings in Newport
and in Boston
, but more with the great events of the time.
To me the experience was valuable in that I found myself brought nearer in sympathy to the general public, and helped to a better understanding of its needs and demands.”