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Schenectady (New York, United States) (search for this): chapter 23
heard. Mayor Hart backed up the Tariff while I praised Free Trade. My text was two words of God: Use and Beauty. My brief address was written carefully though hastily. There was no neighborly electric road in Rhode Island in those days, and the comings and goings were fatiguing. A hard day.... The rain was pitiless, and I in my best clothes, and without rubbers. Embraced a chance of driving to the Perry House, where ... it was cold and dark. I found a disconsolate couple from Schenectady who had come to Newport for a day's pleasuring. Did my best to entertain them, walking about the while to keep warm. She got home finally, and the day ends with her ordering a warm mash for the horse. This horse, Ha'pence, a good and faithful beast, ran a great danger this summer. The coachman, leaving in dudgeon, poisoned the oats with Paris green, a diabolical act which the Journal chronicles with indignation. Fortunately the deed was discovered in time. She was always thou
Oak Glen (California, United States) (search for this): chapter 23
nothing to do. This is for the Vincent Fair, which will take place on Tuesday, 29th.... Have got a few lovely books from Libbie's sale of the Hart collection -among other things, a fine French edition of Les Miserables, which I am at last glad never to have read, as I shall enjoy it, D. V., in some of the long reading days of summer.... Your ownty donty Ma. P. S. Before the Libbie sale I wickedly bid $25 upon a small but very precious missal. It brought $825!! When she reached Oak Glen in mid-June, she felt a constant discouragement ; was lonely, and missed the cheerful converse of her club and suffrage friends. My work seems to me to amount to nothing at all. She soon revived, and determined to fulfil in due order all the tasks undertaken for this summer; so attacked the Kappa poem and wrote at a stretch twenty-two verses, of four lines each, which was pretty much my day's work. Read in Martineau, in J. F. C., a little Greek, and the miserable Les Miserables. She
Massachusetts (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 23
re the first cold I have had since my return from the Far West. Maud is very busy with the flower table, which she has undertaken, having nothing to do. This is for the Vincent Fair, which will take place on Tuesday, 29th.... Have got a few lovely books from Libbie's sale of the Hart collection -among other things, a fine French edition of Les Miserables, which I am at last glad never to have read, as I shall enjoy it, D. V., in some of the long reading days of summer.... Your ownty donty Ma. P. S. Before the Libbie sale I wickedly bid $25 upon a small but very precious missal. It brought $825!! When she reached Oak Glen in mid-June, she felt a constant discouragement ; was lonely, and missed the cheerful converse of her club and suffrage friends. My work seems to me to amount to nothing at all. She soon revived, and determined to fulfil in due order all the tasks undertaken for this summer; so attacked the Kappa poem and wrote at a stretch twenty-two verses, of four
United States (United States) (search for this): chapter 23
t eleven o'clock. I was slower than usual [on the journey] in making friends with those around me, but finally thought I would speak to the pleasantlooking woman on my left. She had made acquaintance with the people who had the two sections behind mine. I had observed a gaunt young man going back and forth, with a look on his face which made me say to my friend in Number Nine: That man must have committed a murder. Who do you think he turned out to be? Lieutenant Ripley, of the Vandalia, U. S.N., the great ship which went to pieces on the Samoan reef. I, of course, determined to hear about it from his own lips, and we had a most interesting talk. He is very slight, but must be all nerve and muscle. All the sailors in the top in which he was clinging for his life fell off and were drowned. He held on till the Trenton came down upon them, when, with the others who were saved in other parts of the rigging, he crept along a hawser and somehow reached the Trenton. Fearing that sh
New England (United States) (search for this): chapter 23
arriving; the sweet granddaughters brought them in, in a sort of procession lovely to see. It rained in the afternoon, but the house was thronged with visitors, all the same. A sober entry, written the next day, when she was very tired, with a delightful fatigue : but on the day itself she was gay, enjoying her party to the full, treasuring every flower, wondering why people were so good to her. The festivities lasted several days, for every one wanted to play Birthday with her. The New England Woman's Club gave her a luncheon, which she valued next to the home celebration; the blind children of the Perkins Institution must hear her speak, and in return sing some of her songs, and give her flowers, clustering round her with tender, groping fingers that sought to clasp hers. Moreover, the last week of May is Anniversary Week in Boston. Suffragists, women ministers, Unitarians, uplifters of every description, held their meetings (traditionally in a pouring rain) and one and all
Sherborn (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 23
parsonage, and wrote out the following topics for them:-- Useful undertakings in this city as existing and needed. How to promote public spirit in American men and women. How to attain a just average estimate of our own people. How far is it wise to adopt the plan of universal reading for ourselves and our young people? In what respects do the foreign civilizations retard, in what do they promote the progress of our own civilization? In August she preached to the women in Sherborn: Prison, choosing a text of cheer and uplifting: Thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory. Read part of Isaiah 40th. Said that I had wished to bring them some word of comfort and exhilaration. Pointed out how the Lord's Prayer begins with solemn worship and ascription, aspiring to God's Kingdom, praying for daily bread and for deliverance from temptation and all evil; at the close it rises into this joyous strain, Thine is the kingdom, et cetera. Tried to show how the kingdom
Charles (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 23
yet dreaming of taking in a reef. The seventieth birthday was a great festival. Maud, inviting Oliver Wendell Holmes to the party, had written, Mamma will be seventy years young on the 27th. Come and play with her! The Doctor in his reply said, It is better to be seventy years young than forty years old! Dr. Holmes himself was now eighty years old. It was in these days that she went with Laura to call on him, and found him in his library, a big, bright room, looking out on the Charles River, books lining the walls, a prevailing impression of atlases and dictionaries open on stands. The greeting between the two was pleasant to see, their talk something to remember. Ah, Mrs. Howe, said the Autocrat, you at seventy have much to learn about life. At eighty you will find new vistas opening in every direction! Ten years later she was reminded of this. It is true! she said. At parting he kissed her, which touched her deeply. He was in another mood when they met at a
Theodore Parker (search for this): chapter 23
o at three in the morning. California was once more her goal. This second visit was brief and hurried. Hurry, scurry to dress for the Forefathers' Day celebration. Oakley was my squire. I was taken down to dinner by Professor Moore, President of the occasion. ... I was suddenly and unexpectedly called for, and all were requested to rise, which was a great honor done me. I spoke of two Congregationalists whom I had known, Antoinette Blackwell, of whose ordination I told; then of Theodore Parker, of whom I said, Nothing that I have heard here is more Christian than what I heard from him. I told of his first having brought into notice the hymn, Nearer, My God, to Thee, and said that I had sung it with him; said that in advising with all women's clubs, I always urged them to include in their programmes pressing questions of the day. Was much applauded.... They then sang the Battle Hymn and we adjourned. She spent Christmas with Sister Annie, in great contentment; her last wo
Charles T. Brooks (search for this): chapter 23
erly, copying many passages for more complete assimilation. September brought alarums and excursions. Awoke and sprang at once into the worry saddle. Another Congress was coming, another A. A.W. paper to be written, beside an opening address for the Mechanics' Fair, and 1500 words for Bok, on some aspect of the American woman. She went to Boston for the opening of the Mechanics' Fair, and sat beside Phillips Brooks in the great hall. They will not hear us! she said. No, replied Brooks. This is the place where little children are seen and not heard. Mayor Hart backed up the Tariff while I praised Free Trade. My text was two words of God: Use and Beauty. My brief address was written carefully though hastily. There was no neighborly electric road in Rhode Island in those days, and the comings and goings were fatiguing. A hard day.... The rain was pitiless, and I in my best clothes, and without rubbers. Embraced a chance of driving to the Perry House, where ... i
Little Boy Blue (search for this): chapter 23
people dancing whether they would or no. She played the jig, and one did not wonder at the people. Next came Flibbertigibbet's march, which he played on his way to prison; his melancholy, as he sat in durance; the cats on the roof of his prison; finally, entrance of the benevolent fairy, who whisks him off in a balloon to fairyland. All these, voice and piano gave together: nobody who heard Flibbertigibbet ever forgot it. She set Mother Goose to music for the grandchildren; singing of Little Boy Blue, and the Man in the Moon. She thought these nursery melodies among her best compositions; from time to time, however, other and graver airs came to her, dreamed over the piano on summer evenings, or in twilight walks among the Newport meadows. Some of these airs were gathered and published in later years. Song Album. Published by G. Schirmer & Co. In May of this year she notes the closing of a life long associated with hers. May 24. Laura Bridgman died to-day at about 12 M. Th
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