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Frank B. Sanborn (search for this): chapter 25
circular was signed by Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Julia Ward Howe, John Greenleaf Whittier, James Russell Lowell, George Kennan, William Lloyd Garrison, Henry I. Bowditch, F. W. Bird, Alice Freeman Palmer, Charles G. Ames, Edward L. Pierce, Frank B. Sanborn, Annie Fields, E. Benjamin Andrews, Lillie B. Chace Wyman, Samuel L. Clemens, and Joseph H. Twitchell. James Russell Lowell, writing to Francis J. Garrison in 1891, says: Between mote and beam, I think this time Russia has the latter in htwilight of life is indeed a pleasant season! To Maud 241 Beacon Street, May 31, 1894. My dearest child, I send you a budget of tributes to my birthday. The Springfield republican has a bit about it, with a good and gratifying poem from Sanborn. Really, dear, between you and me what a old humbug it is! But no matter — if people will take me for much better than I am, I can't help it, and must only try to live up to my reputation. ... I received a good letter from you, a little scoldi
Easter (search for this): chapter 25
d! ... I feel thankful that my darling died in her own home, apparently without suffering, and in the bosom of her beloved family. She has lived out her sweet life, and while the loss to all who loved her is great, we must be willing to commit our dear ones to God, as we commit ourselves. The chill of age, no doubt, prevents my feeling as I should once have done, and the feeling that she has only passed in a little before me, lessens the sense of separation. 12.25. I have been to our Easter service, which I found very comforting and elevating, though it brought some tears, of which I have not shed many, being now past the age at which they flow freely. I thought a good deal of the desolate Easter at the ranch. For them, too, let us hope that the blessed season has brought comforting thoughts.... I went too to a Good Friday service at the new Old South, at which Dr. Donald of Trinity, Cuckson of Arlington [Unitarian] and Gordon, orthodox [Congregational], each took part. It w
S. J. Barrows (search for this): chapter 25
rch on Sunday, so I had my heart's desire fulfilled.... To Laura 241 Beacon Street, Boston, December 18, 1895. 'Pon my word and honor, couldn't come at it before . . . Last week I spoke straight along, every day until Saturday; was dreadfully tired. This week have n't spoken at all. Oh, I forgot, lecture on Race problems in Europe, before my own Club. Have sent the Armenians the money for a lecture given at Nahant last week, $10. Oh! the difficult dollars! ... December 28. ...Mrs. Barrows dined tete-a-tete with me, and we had much talk about Armenia. I said: If we two should go to England, would it do any good? I spoke only half in earnest. She said: If you would only go, I would go with you as your henchman. This set me thinking of a voyage to England and a crusade such as I made for Peace in 1872. I am, however, held forcibly here by engagements, and at my age, my bodily presence might be, as St. Paul says, contemptible. I must try to work in some other way. T
Godkin (search for this): chapter 25
lizzard. Did not start, finding that roads were badly blocked. My engagement at Brooklyn was a good one--a hundred dollars. I stayed at Chanler house, which was Chanleresque as usual. Peter Marie gave me a fine dinner. Margaret went with me, in white satin. I wore my black and white which you remember well. It still looks well enough. I wore some beautiful lace which I got, through dear sister Annie, from some distressed lace woman in England. I went to New York by a five-hour train, Godkin of the Nation taking care of me. He remembers your kind attentions to him when you met him in the Pullman with a broken ankle. March 30.... I awoke very early this morning, with a head so confused that I thought my brain had given out, at least from the recent overstrain .... Twice I knelt and prayed that God would give me the use of my mind. An hour in sleep did something towards this and a good cup of tea put me quite on my feet.... April 8. In the late afternoon Harry, my son, cam
Charles King (search for this): chapter 25
the Unitarian Church on the Sunday following, and on November 4 we started for New Orleans which we reached the next morning. We were all to be entertained, and Mrs. King, our old friend, had written me a cordial invitation to stay with her. The whole family turned out to receive us, and we were made at home at once .... Mrs. KingMrs. King had always been most kind and loyal to me. Our days in New Orleans, only six in number, were delightful. I saw most of the old friends. . . . After the accident to Mrs. King and myself, I felt much like seeking my own hearth. You will have seen or heard that a trolley car upset our carriage.... All said that it was a wonderful eMrs. King and myself, I felt much like seeking my own hearth. You will have seen or heard that a trolley car upset our carriage.... All said that it was a wonderful escape. My bruises are nearly well now, and I am able to go about as usual. New Orleans has improved much since we were there. The old mule cars have disappeared, and much of the mud. People feel very glad that the Lottery has been got rid of, but they are bitter against the sugar trust. Mrs. Walmsley received our A. A.W. ladie
Miss McAlvin (search for this): chapter 25
Concord and Lexington, and a sham fight, imitating the real one, actually came off with an immense concourse of spectators. The Daughters of the American Revolution had made me promise to go to their celebration at the Old South, where I sat upon the platform with Mrs. Sam Eliot, Regent, and with the two orators of the day, Professor Channing and Edward Hale. I wore the changeable silk that Jenny Nelson made, the Gardner cashmere, and the bonnet which little you made for me last summer. McAlvin refreshed it a little, and it looked most proud. Sam Eliot, who presided, said to me, Why, Julia, you look like the queen that I said you were, long ago. If I could do so, I would introduce you as the Queen. I tell you all this in order that you may know that I was all right as to appearance. I was to read a poem, but had not managed to compose one, so I copied out Our country from Later Lyrics, and read it as I was never able to read it before. For the first time, it told upon the audi
Lillie B. Chace (search for this): chapter 25
England. The object of the American society was to aid by all moral and legal means the Russian patriots in their efforts to obtain for their country political freedom and self-government. Its circular was signed by Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Julia Ward Howe, John Greenleaf Whittier, James Russell Lowell, George Kennan, William Lloyd Garrison, Henry I. Bowditch, F. W. Bird, Alice Freeman Palmer, Charles G. Ames, Edward L. Pierce, Frank B. Sanborn, Annie Fields, E. Benjamin Andrews, Lillie B. Chace Wyman, Samuel L. Clemens, and Joseph H. Twitchell. James Russell Lowell, writing to Francis J. Garrison in 1891, says: Between mote and beam, I think this time Russia has the latter in her eye, though God knows we have motes enough in ours. So you may take my name even if it be in vain, as I think it will be. It was through this society that she made the acquaintance of Mme. Breschkovskaya, Now (1915) a political prisoner in Siberia: she escaped, but was recaptured and later r
Dick (search for this): chapter 25
ment and wit — a wonderful man for eighty-two years of age. To Laura Oak Glen, September 6, 1894. Q. What has been your mother's treatment of you latterly? Ans. Quite devilish, thank you. Q. Has her conduct this past season been worse than usual? Ans. Much as usual. I regret to say, could n't be worse. (Family Catechism for 1894.) Oh! I've got a day to myself, and I've got some chillen, and I'm going to write to 'em, you bet. You see, Laura E., of the plural name of Dick, there warn't no summer, only one of those patent, boileddown contrivances, all shrivelled up, which if you puts them in water, they swells out, but there warn't no water (Encycl. Brit., Article Drought ); and so the dried — up thing did n't swell, and there warn't no summer, and that is why you have n't heard from me. ... I'm sorry, anyhow, that I can't allow you the luxury of one moment's grievance against me, but I can't; I may, now and then, forget to write ( ! I!! says L. E. R.), but I
Charles Dudley Warner (search for this): chapter 25
stilted, like going up a ladder to shave one's self. I was at Providence on Friday to meet a literary club of ladies. I read to them the greater part of my play, Hippolytus, written the summer before Sammy was born, for Edwin Booth. It seemed very ghostly to go back to the ambitions of that time, but the audience, a parlor one, expressed great satisfaction.... I 'fesses that I did attend the Bryant Centenary Festival at Cummington, Mass. I read a poem written for the occasion. Charles Dudley Warner and Charles Eliot Norton were there, and Parke Godwin presided. August 31. To Newport with Flossy, taking my screed with me, to the meeting of Colonial Dames, at the rooms of the Historical Society, one of which is the old Seventh-Day Baptist Church, which my greats grandfather, Governor Samuel Ward, used to attend. ... Bishop Clarke made the closing address, full of good sense, sentiment and wit — a wonderful man for eighty-two years of age. To Laura Oak Glen, September 6, 18
Wendell Phillips (search for this): chapter 25
aid:-- It may be asked, where is the good of our assembling here? what can a handful of us effect against this wicked and remorseless power, so far beyond our reach, so entrenched in the selfishness of European nations who are the creditors of the bankrupt state, and who keep her alive in the hope of recovering the debt which she owes them? The walls of this old hall should answer this question. They saw the dawn of our own larger liberties. They heard the first indignant plea of Wendell Phillips when, in the splendor of his youth, he took the field for the emancipation of a despised race which had no friends. So, on this sacred arena, I throw down the glove which challenges the Turkish Government to its dread account. What have we for us in this contest? The spirit of civilization, the sense of Christendom, the heart of humanity. All of these plead for justice, all cry out against barbarous warfare of which the victims are helpless men, tender women and children. We invok
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