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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 2: little Julia Ward 1819-1835; aet. 1-16 (search)
where the little sisters slept, leap from bed to bed, announcing himself as a ghost come to haunt them; or, when the three ladies, Mrs. Mills, Mrs. Brown, and Mrs. Francis (otherwise known as Julia, Louisa, and Annie) were playing with their dolls, to whisper in their ears that they must on no account venture near the attic stairs, as an old man in red was sitting there. Of course the little Fatimas must needs peep, and the old man was always there, a terrible figure, his face hidden. In Broa Sam's absence it was Marion who played the outlaw and descended like a whirlwind upon the unhappy ladies, who were journeying through dense and dreadful forests. Mrs. Mills, Mrs. Brown, and Mrs. Francis were devoted mothers, and reared large families of dolls. They kept house in a wide bureau drawer, divided into three parts. Our Aunt Annie (Mrs. Adolphe Mailliard) writes: Mrs. Mills' (Julia) dolls were always far more picturesquely dressed than ours, although I can say little for their ne
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:
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: the New Orleans Exposition 1883-1885; aet. 64-66 (search)
derstanding with N. A heavy affliction was soon to drive all other thoughts from her mind. On May 19, a telegram arrived from Italy saying, Samuel Ward expired peacefully. She writes: Nothing could be more unexpected than this blow. Dear Broa Sam had long since been pronounced out of danger.... Latterly we have heard of him as feeble, and have felt renewed anxiety, but were entirely unprepared for his death. May 20. Dark days of nothingness these, to-day and yesterday. Nothing to do trouble in my presidency of the Woman's Congress, this year. Almost as soon as I open my eyes in the morning, these black dogs of worry spring upon me. I long to be free from them.... June 28. Senator Bayard to William A. Duncan about dear Broa Sam: It is just one of those little kindnesses of which his life was so full. There is no doubt, as you say, that his later years were his best! The wine of life fined itself .... He was readily sympathetic, and did in Rome as Romans did, and kept
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 11: eighty years 1899-1900; aet. 80-81 (search)
s do. At fifty, his hair is blond, without gray, and his forehead unwrinkled. July 16.... while in church I had a new thought of the energy and influence of Christ's teaching. ask and ye shall receive, etc. These little series of commands all incite the hearers to action: ask, seek, knock. I should love to write a sermon on this, but fear my sermonizing days are over, alas! August 7. determined to do more literary work daily than I have been doing lately. Began a screed about dear Broa Sam, feeling that he deserved a fuller mention than I have already given him.... September 4. Discouraged over the confusion of my papers, the failure of printers to get on with my book, and my many bills. Have almost had an attack of the moral sickness which the Italians call Achidia. I suppose it to mean indifference and indolence.... To Laura Oak Glen, September 6, 1899. . . here's a question. Houghton and Mifflin desire to print in the reminiscences. the rough draft of my Bat
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 15: mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord 1908-1910; aet. 89-91 (search)
d her social salad. At Oak Glen, too, she had her novel and her whist, bezique or dominoes, as the family was larger or smaller. She never stooped to solitaire; a game must be an affair of companionship, of the social tie in defence of which Broa Sam, in his youth, had professed himself ready to die. Instead of the Victor concert, she now made music herself, playing fourhand pieces with Florence, the music daughter, trained in childhood by Otto Dresel. This was another great pleasure. (Dides and Chopin waltzes, and to the Battle Hymn on the 'cello, she was moved to give a performance of Flibbertigibbet. This occasion reminded her happily of her father's house, of Henry playing tolerably on the 'cello, Marion studying the violin, Broa Sam's lovely tenor voice. Now came the early October days when she was to receive the degree of Doctor of Laws from Smith College. She hesitated about making the tiresome journey, but finally, Grudging the trouble and expense, I decide to go to