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Jula Ward Howe, Reminiscences: 1819-1899, Index (search)
l School, 5; at home, 45. Ward, Henry, uncle of Mrs. Howe, a lover of music and good cheer, 19. Ward, Henry, brother of Mrs. Howe, sent to Round Hill School, 5; at home, 45; his character, 53; death, 54 Ward, John, uncle of Mrs. Howe, 19; a practical man, 20; notes of his life, 54, 55; anecdote of, 66. Ward, Louisa, wife of Thomas Crawford, 45; at Rome, 73; her beauty, 137; her journey to Rome with Mrs. Ward, 190; established at Villa Negroni, 192; marries Luther Terry: visited in 1867 by Mrs. Howe, 313; goes to the consecration of Leo XIII., 425. Ward, Richard, 10. Ward, Gov., Samuel, of Rhode Island, 3, note. Ward, Samuel, grandfather of Mrs. Howe, appearance and manner, 19; her father's grief at his death, 50. Ward, Samuel, father of Mrs. Howe, his birth and descent, 3; grief at his wife's death, 11; care for his children, 11; plans for their education, 13; religious views become more stringent, 15; gives up wine, tobacco, and cards, 18-20; his fine taste, 45;
Historic leaves, volume 2, April, 1903 - January, 1904, Literary men and women of Somerville. (search)
many examples of verse from the pen of Mrs. Bacon, and a few examples of her prose. We may perhaps best say that the Repository itself is the monument of her labors. But through life her pen was busy. As a child, she made experiments in composition. When her husband died, Mrs. Bacon published an extended Memoir of him; also she contributed to The Rose of Sharon, an annual, in the fashion of those days, with miscellaneous contents and steel engravings. Her letters, written from abroad in 1867, are described as very entertaining. A little book, called Only a Keepsake, privately printed during her life, contains some of her poems. Here are a few lines about April—– Life! life! 't is singing in the rills And piping in the meadows, Tis bursting from the gray old trees That cast their ghostly shadows. The rose's stem is flushed with red, With green is streaked the willow, And green the little grasses shoot Where lay the snowy pillow. And here are a few on a more intimate subjec
Historic leaves, volume 7, April, 1908 - January, 1909, Report of the Committee on Necrology of the Somerville Historical Society. (search)
ia A. Heal, of Belmont, Me., who died in 1894. One son survives his parents, Dr. Edward K. Sawyer, born in 1868. L. Frank Arnold was born in Somerville September 4, 1845, son of Leonard and Irene G. (Clark) Arnold. He lived in Somerville all his life. He attended the old Prospect Hill School, was employed for many years as a bookkeeper, and afterward for six years kept a boarding and baiting stable for horses in Boston. Mr. Arnold was a member of John Abbot Lodge, A. F. and A. M., since 1867, and was also a member of Highland Chapter, Order of the Eastern Star. He was the only resident of Somerville that enjoyed membership in the Society of Cincinnati—an order formed by General Washington and his officers in 1783. He held this membership for eleven years through his great-grandfather, Captain Samuel Frost, of Framingham, one of George Washington's officers, and succeeded his father in it, who at the time of his own death had belonged to the society for fifty-five years. Mr. Ar
e Somerville High School. The front portion of the present Somerville City Hall was built and dedicated April 28, 1852, as a high school. The school from 1852 to 1867 occupied the upper floor, and afterwards, for a few years, the entire building. It was here during the years 1852 to 1855 that Mr. Elliot studied, first under Prof William S. Barbour. During the year he was engaged in making railroad surveys from the limestone quarries to the lime kilns at Rockland, Me. During 1866 and 1867 he was engaged in the manufacture of paper collars and cuffs, for which much of the machinery used was either invented or improved by Mr. Elliot, and all the pattels and partitions, and to be connected with the hose in case of fire. A patent for some such device has since been granted. Mr. Elliot removed in the spring of 1867 to Brookline, and in the autumn of the same year to Newton Centre, Mass. In 1868 he was in the office of J. F. Fuller, engineer for the Boston Water Power Company
use far up on Curtis street, just where Professors' row now enters it. The college by this time had been founded, and the main brick building and four professors' houses had been built. Old Dr. Ballou, the first president of the college, was our nearest neighbor, his house being just across the field from us. No other house was built till 1863, when Mr. Simon Holden built the house now occupied by his son, George W. Holden, the land on which it was built being a part of the Teele estate. In 1867 my father sold the house he had built and part of his land to the college, and in 1868 built the house now standing opposite the reservoir. In a year or two the college moved the house it had purchased of my father on to Professors' row, which had by that time been made, and it has always been occupied by the late Dr. Sawyer's family. In 1869 a Mr. Merrill built a house on Curtis street, now owned and occupied by S. F. Teele. Mr. Merrill lived in it until he died. About the same time War
igadier of the Confederacy, X., 60: opinions in secession and slavery, X., 60; in the field, X., 61; commands Department of South Carolina, Georgia and Florida, X., 62; 1863, X., 63, 65; in Gettysburg campaign, X., 66; after the war, X., 67; retreat of, from Gettysburg, X., 68; in 1865, X., 69; Commander-in-chief of the Confederate army, X., 70; in defence of Petersburg, X., 70; in the wilderness, X., 70; with his staff, X., 71; Appomattox Court House, X., 72; as college president, X., 72; in 1867, X., 73; in 1869, X., 73; rank of General, X., 74. Lee, R. E., Jr. quoted, X., 63. Lee, S. D.: quoted, II., 188, 328, 332, 346; III., 138, 330; V., 67, 72; X.,247 268. Lee, S. P., VI., 119, 120, 149, 179, 190, 260, 315. Lee. W. H. F.: I., 275; III., 196, 324, 344; IV., 29, 72, 82, 237, 240; IX., 243, 284. Lee, W. J., VIII., 281. Lee, W. R., VII., 47. Lee and Gordon's Mills, Ga., II., 270, 276 seq., 285. Lee Ford, Wis., II., 320. 340. Lee Spri
U. S. S., III., 342. Phelps, J. E., of Arkansas, X., 195. Phelps, J. Elisha, of Kansas, X., 217. Phelps, J. S., X., 292. Phelps, J. W., VI., 312; X., 307. Phelps, S. L.: I., 221; VI., 150, 220, 232, 312, 316. Phelps, T. S., VI., 95. Phenix, L., VI., 127. Philadelphia, Pa.: II., 64; newspapers during the war, VIII., 33; brigade, survivors of, IX., 34; Landis' battery at, IX., 37; brigade of, meeting with General Pickett's men at Gettysburg, in 1867, X., 138. Philadelphia, Tenn., II., 344. Philadelphia,, U. S. S., VI., 95, 308. Philippi, W. Va., L, 348. Phillips House, Va.: II., 100; ruins of, 101. Philo Parsons,, C. S. S., VIII., 298. Philomont, Va., II., 326. Photographer and soldier, VIII., 14 seq. Photographic History of the Civil War: the Contributors to, I., 7; only complete pictorial record of a war, I., 30; gives records and facts as well, I., 106; II., 1; difficulties in obtaining s
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 3. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Songs of Labour and Reform (search)
hand shall drop the martyr's palm To greet thee with ‘Well done!’ And thou, O Earth, with smiles thy face make sweet, And let thy wail be stilled, To hear the Muse of prophecy repeat Her promise half fulfilled. The Voice that spake at Nazareth speaks still, No sound thereof hath died; Alike thy hope and Heaven's eternal will Shall yet be satisfied. The years are slow, the vision tarrieth long, And far the end may be; But, one by one, the fiends of ancient wrong Go out and leave thee free. 1867. After election. the day's sharp strife is ended now, Our work is done, God knoweth how! As on the thronged, unrestful town The patience of the moon looks down, I wait to hear, beside the wire, The voices of its tongues of fire. Slow, doubtful, faint, they seem at first: Be strong, my heart, to know the worst! Hark! there the Alleghanies spoke; That sound from lake and prairie broke, That sunset-gun of triumph rent The silence of a continent! That signal from Nebraska sprung, This, fr
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 4. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Personal Poems (search)
eaves of the harvest-bringing, And knew while his ear yet hearkened The voice of the reapers singing. Ah, well! The world is discreet; There are plenty to pause and wait; But here was a man who set his feet Sometimes in advance of fate; Plucked off the old bark when the inner Was slow to renew it, And put to the Lord's work the sinner “When saints failed to do it. Never rode to the wrong's redressing A worthier paladin. Shall he not hear the blessing, ‘Good and faithful, enter in!’ “ 1867. Garibaldi. in trance and dream of old, God's prophet saw The casting down of thrones. Thou, watching lone The hot Sardinian coast-line, hazy-hilled, Where, fringing round Caprera's rocky zone With foam, the slow waves gather and withdraw, Behold'st the vision of the seer fulfilled, And hear'st the sea-winds burdened with a sound Of falling chains, as, one by one, unbound, The nations lift their right hands up and swear Their oath of freedom. From the chalk-white wall Of England, from
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 4. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), The tent on the Beach (search)
agers from that vaster mystery Of which it is an emblem;—and the dear Memory of one who might have tuned my song To sweeter music by her delicate ear. 1st mno., 1867. when heats as of a tropic clime Burned all our inland valleys through, Three friends, the guests of summer time, Pitched their white tent where sea-winds blew. lushed from eye to beard, With nervous cough his throat he cleared, And, in a voice so tremulous it betrayed The anxious fondness of an author's heart, he read: 1867. The wreck of Rivermouth. The Goody Cole who figures in this poem and The Changeling was Eunice Cole, who for a quarter of a century or more was feared, perly sinking, the flames expire. And the wise Sound skippers, though skies be fine, Reef their sails when they see the sign Of the blazing wreck of the Palatine! 1867. ‘A fitter tale to scream than sing,’ The Book-man said. ‘Well, fancy, then,’ The Reader answered, “on the wing The sea-birds shriek it, not for men, But i