owell] offering $10 per poem if he would publish there—This was afterwards raised to $20 and then $30—now he thinks he could get $50. This encouraged me considerably.
Once, the young critic sent a box of gentians to Mrs. Child and carried a fine bunch up to Mrs. Maria Lowell in the evening.
Spent an hour there.
James and she are perfectly lovely together—she was never so sweet and angel-like in her maiden state as now when a wife.
And again, describing a walk, he writes that he met James Lowell and his moonlight maid—how closely I felt bound to them through the sonnets.
Of a later visit at the Lowells', he wrote (September, 1846):—
The angel is thinner and paler and is destined to be wholly an angel ere long, I fear, but both were happy. . . . We talked Anti-Slavery and it was beautiful to see Maria with her woman angel nature plead for charity and love even against James, that is, going farther than he, and as far as I could ask. This was delightful, but it was sad t