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Barthold Schlesinger (search for this): chapter 28
low butterflies. ... July 26. have prayed to-day that I May not find life dull. This prolongation of my days on earth is so precious that I ought not to cease for one moment to thank God for it. I enjoy my reading as much as ever, but I do feel very much the narrowing of my personal relations by death. How rich was I in sisters, brothers, elders! it seems to me now as if I had not at all appreciated these treasures of affection.... July 31. have writ notes of condolence to Mrs. Barthold Schlesinger and to M. E. Powel. I remember the coming of Mrs. Powel's family to Newport sixtyfive years ago. The elders used to entertain in the simple ways of those days, and my brother Henry and I used to sing one duet from the Matrimonio Segreto, at some of their evening parties. In the afternoon came the ladies of the Papeterie; had our tea in the green parlor, which was pretty and pleasant. .. to Laura Oak Glen, August 3, 1900. ... I grieve for the death of King Umberto, as any on
Ralph Waldo Emerson (search for this): chapter 28
so much good-will. I only deserve it because I return it. between this and the day itself came a Memorial meeting in honor of the ninety-sixth anniversary of Emerson's birth. Here she spoke mostly of the ladies of his family --Emerson's mother and his wife. Said also, Emerson was as great in what he did not say as in what heEmerson's mother and his wife. Said also, Emerson was as great in what he did not say as in what he said. Second-class talent tells the whole story, reasons everything out; great genius suggests even more than it says. she was already what she used to call Boston's old spoiled child! all through the Birthday flowers, letters, and telegrams poured into the house. From among the tokens of love and reverence May be chosen thEmerson was as great in what he did not say as in what he said. Second-class talent tells the whole story, reasons everything out; great genius suggests even more than it says. she was already what she used to call Boston's old spoiled child! all through the Birthday flowers, letters, and telegrams poured into the house. From among the tokens of love and reverence May be chosen the quatrain sent by Richard Watson Gilder:--how few have rounded out so full a life! Priestess of righteous war and holy peace, poet and sage, friend, sister, mother, wife, long be it ere that noble heart shall cease! the Woman's Journal issued a special Birthday number. It was a lovely and heart-warming anniversary, the pleasu
May Alden Ward (search for this): chapter 28
the Conference at the Hague. November, 1899, saw the birth of another Institution from which she was to derive much pleasure, the Boston Authors' Club. Miss Helen M. Winslow first evolved the idea of such a Club. After talking with Mmes. May Alden Ward and Mabel Loomis Todd, who urged her to carry out the project, she went to see the Queen of Clubs. go ahead! said our mother. call some people together here, at my house, and we will form a Club, and it will be a good one too. the Journal of November 23 says:-- received word from Helen Winslow of a meeting of literary folks called for to-morrow morning at my house. this meeting was very pleasant: Mrs. Ward, Miss Winslow, Jacob Strauss, and Hezekiah Butterworth attended — later Herbert Ward came in. it was voted to form the Boston Authors' Club, and at a second meeting in December the Club was duly organized. in January the Authors' Club made its first public appearance in a meeting and dinner at hotel Vendome, Mr
Boers (search for this): chapter 28
flash was laughter. It May have been at the Authors' Club that the two, with Edward Everett Hale and Dr. Holmes, were receiving compliments and tributes one afternoon. at least, she cried, no one can say that Boston drops its H's this was in the winter of 1900. it was the time of the Boer War, and all Christendom was sorrowing over the conflict. On January 3 the Journal says: this morning before rising, I had a sudden thought of the Christ-babe standing between the two armies, Boers and Britons, on Christmas day. I have devoted the morning to an effort to overtake the heavenly vision with but a mediocre result. these lines are published in at Sunset. on the 11th the cap and bells are assumed once more. ... to reception of the College Club, where I was to preside over the literary exercises and to introduce the readers. I was rather at a loss how to do this, but suddenly I thought of mother Goose's when the pie was opened, the birds began to sing. so when Ed
Mabel Loomis Todd (search for this): chapter 28
then Signorina Garcia, took the part of Rosina. December 31. ... Advertiser man came with a query: what event in 1899 will have the greatest influence in the world's history? I replied, the Czar's Peace Manifesto, leading to the Conference at the Hague. November, 1899, saw the birth of another Institution from which she was to derive much pleasure, the Boston Authors' Club. Miss Helen M. Winslow first evolved the idea of such a Club. After talking with Mmes. May Alden Ward and Mabel Loomis Todd, who urged her to carry out the project, she went to see the Queen of Clubs. go ahead! said our mother. call some people together here, at my house, and we will form a Club, and it will be a good one too. the Journal of November 23 says:-- received word from Helen Winslow of a meeting of literary folks called for to-morrow morning at my house. this meeting was very pleasant: Mrs. Ward, Miss Winslow, Jacob Strauss, and Hezekiah Butterworth attended — later Herbert Ward came
Jarley (search for this): chapter 28
at the New England Woman's Club. I despaired of being able to go, but did manage to get up a costume and take part. many very comical travesties, those of Pickwick and Captain Cuttle remarkably good; also Lucia M. Peabody as Martin Chuzzlewit, and Mrs. Godding in full male dress suit. I played a Virginia reel and finally danced myself. the part she herself took on this occasion was that of Mrs. Jellyby, a character she professed to resemble. At another Club party she impersonated Mrs. Jarley, with a fine collection of celebrities, which she exhibited proudly. She always put on her best motley for her dear Club ; and in those days its fooling was no less notable than its wisdom. Among other things, she instituted the Poetical Picnics, picnic suppers to which every member must bring an original poem: some of her best nonsense was recited at these suppers. it has been said that she had the gift of the word in season. This was often shown at the Club; especially when, as so
Martin Chuzzlewit (search for this): chapter 28
ttle speech partly thought out beforehand. The best bit in it--why should we fear to pass from the old Testament of our own liberties, to the New Testament of liberty for all the world? --came to me on the spur of the moment.. .. January 16. .. Dickens party at the New England Woman's Club. I despaired of being able to go, but did manage to get up a costume and take part. many very comical travesties, those of Pickwick and Captain Cuttle remarkably good; also Lucia M. Peabody as Martin Chuzzlewit, and Mrs. Godding in full male dress suit. I played a Virginia reel and finally danced myself. the part she herself took on this occasion was that of Mrs. Jellyby, a character she professed to resemble. At another Club party she impersonated Mrs. Jarley, with a fine collection of celebrities, which she exhibited proudly. She always put on her best motley for her dear Club ; and in those days its fooling was no less notable than its wisdom. Among other things, she instituted the
Julia Ward Richards (search for this): chapter 28
ittle to-day. Have written Wesselhoeft about it. 4.50 P. M. He has seen it and says that it is probably cancerous; forbids me to think of an operation; thinks he can stop it with medicine. When he told me that it was in all probability a cancer, I felt at first much unsettled in mind. I feared that the thought of it would occupy my mind and injure my health by inducing sleeplessness and nervous excitement. Indeed, I had some sad and rather vacant hours, but dinner and Julia's Julia Ward Richards. company put my dark thought to flight and I lay down to sleep as tranquilly as usual. [whatever this trouble was, it evidently brought much suffering, but finally disappeared. We learn of it for the first time in this record; she never spoke of it to any of her family.] Oak Glen. June 21. here I am seated once more at my old table, beginning another villeggiatura, which May easily be my last. Have read a little Greek and a long article in the New world. I pray the dear heav
Myron W. Whitney (search for this): chapter 28
y services held in Boston Theatre. it was the real thing. I never imagined possible such a genuine sweeping emotion as when that audience began to sing the Battle Hymn. if Boston was cold, it was thawed by the demonstration on Tuesday. Myron W. Whitney started to sing. He bowed to a box, in which we first recognized Mrs. Howe, sitting with the Misses Wheeler. You should have heard the yell. We could see the splendid white head trembling; then her voice joined in, as Whitney sang, in theWhitney sang, in the beauty of the lilies, and by the time he had reached the words,-- as he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, the whole vast audience was on its feet, sobbing and singing at the top of its thousands of lungs. If volunteers were really needed for the Philippines, McKinley could have had us all right there. the same evening she went to Unitarian meeting in Tremont Temple, where read my screed about Governor Andrew, which has cost me some work and more anxiety. Rev. S. A. E
William McKinley (search for this): chapter 28
to a box, in which we first recognized Mrs. Howe, sitting with the Misses Wheeler. You should have heard the yell. We could see the splendid white head trembling; then her voice joined in, as Whitney sang, in the beauty of the lilies, and by the time he had reached the words,-- as he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, the whole vast audience was on its feet, sobbing and singing at the top of its thousands of lungs. If volunteers were really needed for the Philippines, McKinley could have had us all right there. the same evening she went to Unitarian meeting in Tremont Temple, where read my screed about Governor Andrew, which has cost me some work and more anxiety. Rev. S. A. Eliot, whom I saw for the first time, was charmingly handsome and friendly. I was introduced as Saint Julia and the whole audience rose when I came forward to read. Item: I had dropped my bag with my manuscript in the carriage, but Charles fox telephoned to the stable and got it for me
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