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Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 3: Newport 1879-1882; aet. 60-63 (search)
tall cedars. Laura recited the ballad, keeping her voice as she could while the heroes waged desperate combat, but breaking down entirely when Horatius plunged headlong in the tide, and swam with magnificent action across — the greensward! September 18. Preached in Tiverton to-day. Text: The fashion of this world passeth away. Subject: Fashion, an intense but transient power; in contradistinction, the eternal things of God. September 25. Spent much of this day in composing a poem in com could. Some points which I thought of on the spur of the moment added greatly to the fun of the impersonation. We had a fine house, and an enthusiastic reception. I had a floral tribute-only think of it!--a basket of beautiful roses ... September 18. Left Newport to attend Saratoga Convention, being appointed a delegate from the Channing Memorial Church, with its pastor, Reverend C. W. Wendte. November 8. Cousin Nancy Greene, my father's cousin, enters to-day upon her ninety-ninth year
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 7: a summer abroad 1892-1893; aet. 73-74 (search)
ading the family one of my sermons, but my throat was troublesome and no one asked me to do anything of the kind. They wished to hear Pickwick, and a long reading was held in my room, the fire in the grate helping to cheer us. September 15. Left Montreux for Paris. Reed brought me a beautiful yellow rose, half-blown, upon which I needs must exercise my old trick of versification. Paper I had none — the back of a pasteboard box held one stanza, the cover of a Tauchnitz the others. September 18. Heard to-day of the noble poet, Whittier's death. What a great heart is gone with him! September 22. Liverpool. Embarked at about ten in the morning. Edward Atkinson, wife and daughter on board, a valuable addition to our resources. September 29. At sea. I said in my mind: There is nothing in me which can redeem me from despair over my poor life and wasted opportunities. That redemption which I seek must be in Thee. There is no progress in the mere sense of ill-desert. I must