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De Malibran (search for this): chapter 2
ulia's devoted friend and chief adviser, we shall speak later on. We have dwelt upon the generation preceding our mother's, because all these people, the beautiful mother so early lost, so long loved and mourned, the sternly devoted father, the vivacious aunts, the stalwart uncles, were strong influences in the life of Julia Ward. The amusements of the little Wards were few, compared with those of children of to-day. As a child of seven, Julia was taken twice to the opera, and heard Malibran, then Signorina Garcia, a pleasure the memory of which remained with her through life. About this time Mr. Ward's views of religious duty deepened in stringency and in gloom. There was no more opera, nor did Julia ever attend a theatre until she was a grown woman. In Low Church circles at that time, the drama was considered distinctly of the devil. The burning of the first Bowery Theatre and of the great theatre at Richmond, Virginia, were spoken of as judgments. Many an Evangelical pa
Arthur Mills (search for this): chapter 2
t, and bursting into the room 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 accounts 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 neatness. Oh! to what numberless parties they went, and how tipsy they invariably got! I can see distinctly to-day the upset wagon (boxes, on spools for wheels), and the
Diva Julia (search for this): chapter 2
Julias. She who was known as the first little Julia lived only four years. During her fatal illnes, the famous Indian chief, at his encampment. Julia was given a twist of tobacco tied with blue rie great discomfiture of both; baby as she was, Julia felt at once that her embrace was unexpected at portion of my time.... I was obliged to whip Julia yesterday afternoon, and have been sick ever s 8 a dwelling beloved by three generations. Julia did not remember in what year her father boughle were afraid of the open air in those days. Julia and her sisters sometimes went for a drive in nd in gloom. There was no more opera, nor did Julia ever attend a theatre until she was a grown wo all round and put them to bed for the day. Julia was a beautiful child, but she had red hair, k, little lady? Yes, Grandpapa! said naughty Julia, and went on banging; the Colonel, who indeed t he was not safe ! Years after, Mr. Ward told Julia of the anguish he suffered from this uncertain[10 more...]
Red Jacket (search for this): chapter 2
she always remembered his reading of Pity the sorrows of a poor old man, and how it brought the tears to her eyes. At Niagara Falls she asked Dr. Francis, Who made that great hole where the water came down? and was told The great Maker of all! This puzzled her, and she inquired further, but when her friend said, Do you not know? Our father who art in heaven! she felt that she ought to have known, and went away somewhat abashed. Reminiscences, p. 4. She remembered a visit to Red Jacket, the famous Indian chief, at his encampment. Julia was given a twist of tobacco tied with blue ribbon, which she was to present to him. At sight of the tall, dignified savage, the child sprang forward and threw her arms round his neck, to the great discomfiture of both; baby as she was, Julia felt at once that her embrace was unexpected and unwelcome. Sometimes they went to the pleasant farm at Jamaica, Long Island, where Lieutenant-Colonel Ward was living at this time, with his unmarr
Edgar Allan Poe (search for this): chapter 2
enerations:--To a woodman's hut one evening there came A physician and a dancing-master: The wind did blow, io, io, And the rain poured faster and faster. Edgar Allan Poe said of Dr. Francis that his conversation was a sort of Roman punch, made up of tragedy, comedy, and the broadest of all possible farce. In those days The Raven, newly published, was the talk of the town. Dr. Francis, meeting Poe, invited him to come to his house on a certain evening, and straightway forgot the matter. Poe came at the appointed time. The Doctor, summoned to the bedside of a patient, left the drawing-room hastily, and in the anteroom ran into a tall, cadaverous figPoe came at the appointed time. The Doctor, summoned to the bedside of a patient, left the drawing-room hastily, and in the anteroom ran into a tall, cadaverous figure in black. Seizing him in his arms, he carried him into the drawing-room and set him down before his wife. Eliza, my dear — the Raven! and he departed, leaving guest and hostess (the latter had never heard of The Raven !) equally petrified. Mrs. Francis adored her husband, yet he must sometimes have tried her patience sore
Eliza Cutler (search for this): chapter 2
h linings and cushions of brilliant blue. Little Julia went with her mother on these journeys; the good elder sister, Eliza Cutler, was also of the party; and a physician, Dr. John Wakefield Francis, who was later to play an important part in the faold, brought up the four younger children with a strong hand. There were giants in those days. Nothing could daunt Eliza Cutler's spirits, which were a perpetual cordial to those around her. She was often borrowed by one member and another of the family; she threatened to hang a sign over her door with the inscription, Cheering done here by the job by E. Cutler. Her tongue could be sharp as well as merry; witness many anecdotes. The housekeeper of a certain millionnaire, calling upon hethe Ten Commandments! Oh! Mrs. Francis, how could you? cried the poor millionnaire when next they met. In 1829 Eliza Cutler married Dr. John Wakefield Francis, the historian of Old New York, the beloved physician of a whole generation. He wa
Soand (search for this): chapter 2
ich were a perpetual cordial to those around her. She was often borrowed by one member and another of the family; she threatened to hang a sign over her door with the inscription, Cheering done here by the job by E. Cutler. Her tongue could be sharp as well as merry; witness many anecdotes. The housekeeper of a certain millionnaire, calling upon her to ask the character of a servant, took occasion to enlarge upon the splendors of her employer's establishment. Mr. So-and-So keeps this; Mr. Soand-So keeps that:-- Yes! Yes! said Mrs. Francis; it is well known that Mr. So-and-So keeps everything, except the Ten Commandments! Oh! Mrs. Francis, how could you? cried the poor millionnaire when next they met. In 1829 Eliza Cutler married Dr. John Wakefield Francis, the historian of Old New York, the beloved physician of a whole generation. He was already, as has been seen, a member of the Ward household, friend and resident physician. His tremendous vitality, his quick sympa
Francis Marion (search for this): chapter 2
, 1819, a second daughter was born, and named Julia. Julia Ward was very little when her parents moved to a large house on the Bowling Green, a region of high fashion in those days. Reminiscences, p. 4. Here were born three more children: Francis Marion, Louisa Cutler, and Ann Eliza. For some time before the birth of the lastnamed child, Mrs. Ward's health had been gradually failing, though every known measure had been used to restore it. There had been journeys to Niagara and up the Hudsonthat 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
Theodore Parker (search for this): chapter 2
ned and marked, day after day, and presently handed to the amazed principal a note correctly written in Italian, begging permission to join the class. At nine years old she was reading Pilgrim's progress, and seeking its characters in the people she met every day. She always counted it one of the books which had most influenced her. Another was Gibbon's Decline and fall of the Roman Empire, which she read at seventeen. In later life she added to these the works of Spinoza, and of Theodore Parker. She began at an early age to write verse. A manuscript volume has been preserved in which some of these early poems were copied for her father. The title-page and dedication are here reproduced: Poems Dedicated to Samuel Ward esq By His affectionate daughter Julia Ward. Let me be thine Regard not with a critic's eye. New York 1831. To Samuel Ward. Beloved father, Expect not to find in these juvenile productions the delicacy and grace which pervaded the writings of that
John Brown (search for this): chapter 2
fe. It was his delight, in the early morning, to wrap himself in a sheet, and bursting into the room 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 Fa 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 pict
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