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Scotia (search for this): chapter 20
fault Henschel at first thought could be remedied: for months they labored together, trying to overcome it. Crawford delighted in singing, and Auntie in playing his accompaniments. At dusk the two would repair to the old Chickering grand to make music — Schubert, Brahms, and arias from the oratorios they both loved. In the evening the three guitars would be brought out, and aunt and nephew, with Maud or Brother Harry, would sing and play German students' songs, or the folk-songs of Italy, Ireland, and Scotland. Our mother was sure to be asked for Matthias Claudius's Als Noah aus dem Kasten war: Crawford would respond with Im schwarzen Wallfisch zu Ascalon. This was the first of thirty happy years passed at 241 Beacon Street, the house Uncle Sam bought for her. The day she moved in, a friend asked her the number of her new house. 241, she answered. You can remember it because I'm the two-forty one. Oscar Wilde was at this time making a lecture tour through the United State
Tiverton (Rhode Island, United States) (search for this): chapter 20
9 was a happy one. After the feverish months of travel and pleasure, her delight in the soft Newport climate was deeper than ever. She always felt the change from the air of the mainland to that of the island, and never crossed the bridge from Tiverton to Bristol Ferry without an exclamation of pleasure. She used to say that the soft, cool air of Newport smoothed out the tired, tangled nerves like a silver comb ! July 29. To my Club, where, better than any ovation, an affectionate greetingted 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 commemoration of President
Paris, Ky. (Kentucky, United States) (search for this): chapter 20
nd the little ones. April 7. Finished Carlyle's Reminiscences today. Perhaps nothing that he has left shows more clearly what he was, and was not. A loyal, fervent, witty, keen man.... His characterizations of individuals are keenly hit off with graphic humor. But he could make sad mistakes, and could not find them out, as in the case of what he calls our beautiful Nigger Agony !! I went out to the Cambridge Club, having had chills and fever all the night before. Read my lecture on Paris, which was well received, and followed by a good discussion with plenty of differences of opinion. Evening at home; another chill and fever. To Laura 129 Mount Vernon Street, April 24, 1881. Bad old party, is and was. Badness mostly of heart, though head has a decided crack in it. Unfeeling old Beast! Left Laura so long without a word. Guess 't is n't worth while for her to write anything more. My poor dear little Laura, how miserably you must have been feeling, I know well by yo
Albion (New York, United States) (search for this): chapter 20
e several times to the house in Boston; later Uncle Sam brought him to spend a day or two at Oak Glen, where the household was thrown into a flutter by the advent of his valet. It was one thing to entertain the aesthete, another to put up the gentleman's gentleman. In spite of all the affectation of the aesthetic pose, Wilde proved a rarely entertaining guest. He talked amazingly well; in that company all that was best in the man came to the surface. He recited his noble poem, The Ode to Albion, under the trees of Oak Glen, and told endless stories of Swinburne, Whistler, and other celebrities of the day. The dreadful tragedy came later; at this time he was one of the most brilliant figures in the literary world. March 4. To Saturday Morning Club with Mrs. [John] Sherwood; very busy; then with her to Blind Asylum in a carriage. Drove up to front entrance and alighted, when the gale took me off my feet and threw me down, spraining my left knee so badly as to render me quite help
Julia (Ohio, United States) (search for this): chapter 20
e, Whistler, and other celebrities of the day. The dreadful tragedy came later; at this time he was one of the most brilliant figures in the literary world. March 4. To Saturday Morning Club with Mrs. [John] Sherwood; very busy; then with her to Blind Asylum in a carriage. Drove up to front entrance and alighted, when the gale took me off my feet and threw me down, spraining my left knee so badly as to render me quite helpless. I managed to hobble into the Institution and to get through Julia's lunch, after which I was driven home. Sent for Dr. Beach and was convicted of a bad sprain, and sentenced to six weeks of (solitary) confinement. March 5. In bed all day. March 6. On the lounge; able to work. March 8. Day of mid-year conference of A. A.W. Business meeting at the N. E.W. C., where I, of course,, could not be present. Afternoon meeting was in my room. On the whole satisfactory. To Laura 241 Beacon Street, March 18, 1882. Whereupon, my dearest, let there be
Bristol Ferry (Rhode Island, United States) (search for this): chapter 20
dy or in work; and as her mind concentrated instantly on the subject in hand, no such fragment was wasted. The rule of mind over body was relentless: sick or well, she must finish her stint before the day closed. This summer of 1879 was a happy one. After the feverish months of travel and pleasure, her delight in the soft Newport climate was deeper than ever. She always felt the change from the air of the mainland to that of the island, and never crossed the bridge from Tiverton to Bristol Ferry without an exclamation of pleasure. She used to say that the soft, cool air of Newport smoothed out the tired, tangled nerves like a silver comb ! July 29. To my Club, where, better than any ovation, an affectionate greeting awaited me.... Thucydides is very difficult. This was the Town and Country Club, for some years a great interest to her. In her Reminiscences she tells how in a summer of the late sixties or early seventies, when Bret Harte and Dr. J. G. Holland, Professors La
Dominican Republic (Dominican Republic) (search for this): chapter 20
either dress or manuscript. Mrs. Blank hastily arrayed me in her black silk, and I had fortunately a few notes. She never forgot this lesson, and in all the thirtyodd years of speaking and lecturing that remained, made it an invariable rule to travel with her lecture and her cap and laces in her handbag. As she grew older, the satchel grew lighter. She disliked all personal service, and always wanted to carry her hand-luggage herself. The light palm-leaf knapsack she brought from Santo Domingo was at the end replaced by a net, the lightest thing she could find. The Unitarian Church in Newport was second in her heart only to the Church of the Disciples. The Reverend Charles T. Brooks, the pastor, was her dear friend. In the spring of 1880 a Channing memorial celebration was held in Newport, for which she wrote a poem. She sat on the platform near Mr. Emerson, heard Dr. Bellows's discourse on Channing, which was exhaustive, and as it lasted two hours, exhausting. The exe
New York State (New York, United States) (search for this): chapter 20
Beast! Left Laura so long without a word. Guess 't is n't worth while for her to write anything more. My poor dear little Laura, how miserably you must have been feeling, I know well by your long silence. Oh! posterity! posterity! how much you cost, and how little you come to! Did I not cost as much as another? And what do I come to? By Jingo! Darling, I have got some little miserable mean excuses. Want 'em? Have had much writing to do, many words for little money. For Critic (N. Y.) and for Youth's companion and other things. Then, have kept up great correspondence with Uncle Sam, who has given me a house in Beacon Street! oh gonniac! We had lit'ry party last week. Dr. Holmes and William Dean Howells read original things. James Freeman Clarke recited and we had ices and punch. Zzz Welsh for glory : a favorite exclamation of hers, learned in childhood from a Welsh servant. Maud thought it frumpy, but others liked it very much. Have been to church to-day, hea
New England (United States) (search for this): chapter 20
ville. Merrymaking was her safetyvalve. Brain fag and nervous prostration were practically unknown to her. When she had worked to the point of exhaustion, she turned to play. Fun and frolic went along with labor and prayer; the power of combining these kept her steadily at her task till the end of her life. The last time she left her house, six days before her death, it was to preside at the Papeterie, where she was as usual the life of the meeting The Club still lives, and, like the New England Woman's Club, seems still pervaded by her spirit. The Clubs did not have all the fun. The Newport Evening express of September 2, 1881, says: Mrs. Julia Ward Howe has astonished Newport by her acting in False Colors. But she always was a surprising woman. Another newspaper says: The interest of the Newport world has been divided this week between the amateur theatricals at the Casino and the lawn tennis tournament. Two representations of the comedy of *False Colors were given on T
Concord (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 20
m-spasm-plasm. July 24. Working hard, as usual. Marionettes at home in the evening. Laura had written the text. Maud was Julius Caesar; Flossy, Cassius; Daisy, Brutus. July 28. Read my lecture on Modern Society in the Hillside Chapel at Concord. ... The comments of Messrs. Alcott and W. H. Channing were quite enough to turn a sober head. To the poorhouse and to Jacob Chase's with Joseph Coggeshall. Old Elsteth, whom I remember these many years, died a few weeks ago. One of the paupher companion on these journeys. January 26. Busy most of the day with my lecture. Had a visit from H. P. B., Dr. H. P. Beach. who advised me to keep still and go nowhere until my lameness shall be much better. Took 4.30 train for Concord, Massachusetts. Maud would go with me, which grieved me, as she thereby lost a brilliant ball. .... We went to Mr. Cheney's, where we found Frank Barlow, a little older, but quite unchanged as to character, etc. He has the endearing coquetry of a woman
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