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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 9: no. 13
Chestnut Street
, Boston 1864; aet. 45 (search)
number of persons in order to make up a set of teeth for a party who wants it and who does not want to pay for it. We should like to linger over the pages of the Boatswain's Whistle ; to quote from James Freeman Clarke's witty dialogues, Edward Everett's stately periods, Dr. Holmes's sparkling verse; to describe General Grant, the prize ox, white as driven snow and weighing 3900 pounds, presented by the owner to President Lincoln and by him to the fair. Did we not see him drawn in triumph through Boston streets on an open car, and realize in an instant-fresh from our Wonder-book --what Europa's bull looked like? But of all the treasures of the little paper. we must content ourselves with this dispatch:-- Allow me to wish you a great success. With the old fame of the navy made bright by the present war, you cannot fail. I name none lest I wrong others by omission. To all, from Rear Admiral to honest Jack, I tender the nation's admiration and gratitude. A. Lincoln.
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 4:
241 Beacon Street
: the New Orleans Exposition 1883-1885; aet. 64-66 (search)
College.... In the afternoon met the teachers and read some poems, to wit, all of the Egyptian ones, and the poem on the Vestal dug up in Rome. At bedtime last night I had a thought of ghosts. I spoke of this to Maria Mitchell to-day. She told me that Mr. Matthew Vassar's body had been laid in this room and those of various persons since, which, had I known, I had been less comfortable than I was. February 18. Young Salvini [Alessandro] and Ventura to luncheon, also Lizzie Boott and Mrs. Jack [Gardner]. Salvini is beautiful to look at, having a finely chiselled Greek head. He is frank, cordial, and intelligent, and speaks very appreciatively of his parts, especially of Romeo. To the Intemperate Women's Home where I spoke from the text, Repent, for the kingdom of heaven is at hand. To Laura March 17, 1883. Darling Child, Just let drop everything, and take me up on your lap. I'se very tired, writing, tugging at all sorts of things. Long silence b'tween us. Growing
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 9: in the house of labor 1896-1897; aet. 77-78 (search)
or rather this morning, that I was walking as of old, lightly and without pain. I cried in my joy: Oh, some one has been mindcuring me. My lameness has disappeared. Have writ a pretty good screed about John Brown. July 22.... Dearest Maud and Jack arrived in the evening. So welcome I I had not seen Jack in two years. I had begun to fear that I was never to see Maud again. July 26. Had a little time of quiet thought this morning, in which I seemed to see how the intensity of individual dJack in two years. I had begun to fear that I was never to see Maud again. July 26. Had a little time of quiet thought this morning, in which I seemed to see how the intensity of individual desire would make chaos in the world of men and women if there were not a conquering and reconciling principle of harmony above them all. This to my mind can be no other than the infinite wisdom and infinite love which we call God. August 18. I prayed this morning for some direct and definite service which I might render. At noon a reporter from the New York Journal arrived, beseeching me to write something to help the young Cuban girl, who is in danger of being sent to the Spanish Penal Colo
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 10: the last Roman winter 1897-1898; aet. 78 (search)
first day of this winter, which God help me to live through! Dearest Maud is all kindness and devotion to me, and so is Jack, but I have Rome en grippe; nothing in it pleases me. December 6. Something, perhaps it is the bright weather, moves meke his mother, the others blond and a good deal like Marion in his early life. December 14. In the afternoon drove with Jack to visit Villegas. Found a splendid house with absolutely no fire — the cold of the studio was tomb-like. A fire was lig Praise God. The flowers seem to me to hold their silent high mass, swinging their own censers of sweet incense. Went to Jack's studio and saw his splendid work. Elliott was at work upon his Triumph of Time, a ceiling decoration for the Boston Public Library. In the afternoon went with my brother-in-law to the cemetery to visit dear Louisa's grave. Jack had cut for me many fine roses from the terrace. We dropped many on this dear resting-place of one much and justly beloved. ... Dear old
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 12: Stepping westward 1901-1902; aet. 82-83 (search)
the dear Christ the world had only this transcendent efflorescence. I said to Ames yesterday, I find in the Hebrew prophets all the doctrine which I find in Christ's teaching. He said, Yes, it is there seminally. We agreed that it was the life which made the difference. February 21.... My dearest Maud left by 1 P. M. train to sail for Europe to-morrow. I could not go to the hearing. Was on hand to think of small details which might have been overlooked. Gave them my fountain pen, to Jack's great pleasure. Julia Richards came to take care of me. I suffered extreme depression in coming back to the empty house, every corner of which is so identified with Maud's sweet and powerful presence. The pain of losing her, even for a short time, seemed intolerable. I was better in the evening. Chug amused me with a game of picquet. Her spirits soon rallied, and the granddaughters did their best to fill the great void. She writes to Laura about this time:-- Not a sign was ma
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 14: the sundown splendid and serene 1906-1907; aet. 87-88 (search)
il of the present day? --False estimates of values, vehement striving for what hinders rather than helps our spiritual development. After this bout she was glad to rest a day or two, but in another week was ready for the Woman Suffrage Festival. I to open it, evening, Faneuil Hall. A day of rushing. Lady Mary and Professor Gilbert Murray to breakfast 9 A. M., which I much enjoyed. Then my little music man, who took three tunes; then a snatch at preparation for the evening's exercises. Jack and Elizabeth Chapman in the afternoon. At 4.45 got a little rest and sleep. At 5.40 drove to Faneuil Hall, which I found not so full as sometimes. Thought miserably of my speech. Light to read it very dim.. I called to order, introduced Mr. White and the ladies' quartette, then read my poor little scribble. ... I was thankful to get through my part, and my speech in print was n't bad at all. In May she preached at the Church of the Disciples. A culmination of anxiety for this day,