plexion, above all the vivid presence, like the flash of a sword — all these could not fail to impress the young girl deeply; the Chevalier, on his part, saw and recognized the Diva Julia of his friends' description.
She has told us how acquaintance ripened into good-will between the two.
The Chevalier, eager to push the acquaintance further, went to New York to call on the Diva and her family.
In a private journal of the time we find the following glimpse of the pair:--
Walked down Broadway with all the fashion and met the pretty blue-stocking, Miss Julia Ward, with her admirer, Dr. Howe, just home from Europe.
She had on a blue satin cloak and a white muslin dress.
I looked to see if she had on blue stockings, but I think not. I suspect that her stockings were pink, and she wore low slippers, as Grandmamma does.
They say she dreams in Italian and quotes French verses.
She sang very prettily at a party last evening, and accompanied herself on the piano.
I noticed how whit