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Haverhill (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 31
Among the guests were Kneisel, the violinist, and Schelling, the pianist. Mrs. Aldrich demanded Flibbertigibbet, and our mother played and recited it in such a manner that the two musicians were inspired to play, as the people in the story were to dance. Kneisel flew home for his violin, Schelling sat down at the piano, and the two played Bach for her and to her delight. The occasion was memorable she says. Returning from New York, she was able to attend the Whittier Centennial at Haverhill. December 17.... Sanborn came to take me.... I have been praying to be well for this occasion, my last public engagement for some weeks. I am thankful to have been able, at my advanced age, to read this poem at the Whittier Celebration and to be assured by one present that I had never been in better voice, and by others that I was generally heard without difficulty by the large audience. December 31. Oh, blessed year 1907! It has been granted me to write four poems for public occas
t often use authority with you young people, but this time I must. I cannot allow you to go out in this blizzard! Dearest grandmother, replied the maiden, where are you going yourself? There was no reply. The two generations dissolved in laughter, and started out together. She bids farewell to 1906 as dear Year that hast brought me so many comforts and pleasures! and thus hails the New Year:-- I earnestly pray for God's blessing on this year! .. I might possibly like one more European journey to see the Gallery at Madrid, and the chateaux of Touraine, but I do not ask it, as I may have more important occupation for my time and money. ... Du reste, the dear Father has done so much better for me, in many ways, than I have ingenuity to wish, that I can only say, Thy will be done, only desert me not. She determines at last to be more prompt in response to letters and bills. I am now apt to lose sight of them, to my great inconvenience and that of other people. It was
Samuel A. Eliot (search for this): chapter 31
ung: Oh! sometimes gleams upon our sight-- Wrote to thank Higginson for sending me word that I am the first woman member of the society of American Authors..... February 14. Luncheon at 3 Joy Street. .My seat was between T. W. H. and President Eliot, with whom I had not spoken in many years. He spoke to me at once and we shook hands and conversed very cordially. I had known his father quite well — a lover of music, who had much to do with the early productions of Beethoven's Symphonies in Boston, collecting money in aid of the undertaking. President Eliot made a good speech for Berea; others followed.... When my name was called, I had already a good thought to express. February 18. To N. E.W. C., where Colonel Higginson and I spoke of Longfellow; I from long and intimate acquaintance, he from a literary point of view. He said, I thought rightly, that we are too near him to be able to judge his merits as a poet; time must test them. February 27.... In evening went w
Charles Fox (search for this): chapter 31
My last day in my dear son's house. He and Fannie have been devotedly kind to me. They made me occupy their room, much to my bodily comfort, but to the great disquiet of my mind, as I hated much to inconvenience them. My son has now a very eminent position.... God bless the house and all in it. December 17. The Old South Chapter of D. A.R.'s, met in the real Old South Church; there was much good speaking. I recited my Battle Hymn and boasted my descent from General Marion, the Swamp Fox, saying also, When, eluding the vigilance of children and grandchildren, I come to such a meeting as this, without a previous promise not to open my lips, I think that I show some of the dexterity of my illustrious relative. I also had to spring up and tell them that my grandmother, niece to General Marion, gave her flannel petticoat to make cartridges for the soldiers of the Revolution. The path of the guardian (or jailer, as she sometimes put it) was not always plain. The wayfaring wo
ry thankful for the good issue of what had seemed an almost wild undertaking at eighty-seven years of age. October 23. Have prayed and worked over the poem for Michael's memorial services — think that I have made it as good as I can, but not good enough. Alas! I am too old. She went up to Boston for this meeting in Tremont TCivile ; his personation wonderfully fine, surpassing even Salvini in the part.... March 17 .... Went to South Boston to say a word at the presentation of dear Michael's portrait to the Perkins Institution by the Howe Memorial Club. . . . Also had a wonderful fit of verse — wrote two sonnets to Dante and a versification of my coura being still absent) she spoke four times in public, on four successive days. These addresses were at the Kindergarten for the Blind ( I missed the snap which Michael's presence was wont to give; I spoke praise of him to the children, as one to be held in dear remembrance; to the visitors, as having left the public a sacred le
Charles Homans (search for this): chapter 31
it was late and dark. Sanborn to dine — unexpected, but always welcome. January 12. Copied and completed my lines for the evening. Found a large assemblage of members and invited guests [of the Authors' Club]; a dais and chair prepared for me, Colonel Higginson standing on my right. Many presentations — Gilder and Clyde Fitch, Owen Wister, Norman Hapgood. Aldrich [T. B.] took me in to dinner and sat on my right, Hon. John D. Long on my left; next beyond A. sat Homans Womans. Mrs. Charles Homans. I despaired of making my jingle tell in so large and unfamiliar a company. At last I took courage and read it, bad as I thought it. To my surprise, it told, and created the merriment which had been my object so far as I had any. My Battle Hymn was sung finely by a male quartette. Colonel Higginson and I were praised almost out of our senses. A calendar, got up with much labor, was presented to each of us. January 13. To church, to take down my vanity after last evening's laudat
d said where a man was engaged in a noble work there usually rose up a noble woman to help him. October 26. Had a sudden blessed thought this morning, viz.: that the Tabernacle eternal in the heavens is the eternity of truth and right. I naturally desire life after death, but if it is not granted me, I have yet a part in the eternal glory of this tabernacle. October 29. Dear H. M. H. left us this morning, after a short but very pleasant visit. He brought here his decorations of his Russian order to show us; they are quite splendid. He is the same dear old simple music-and mischief-loving fellow, very sensitive for others, very modest for himself, and very dear. November 7.... Prayed hard this morning that my strength fail not. During this summer, an electric elevator had been put into the Boston house, and life was made much easier for her. From this time we became familiar with the vision of her that still abides, flitting up or down in her gilded car. Watching her as
Dominick Lynch (search for this): chapter 31
wered. I have lived to see my dear girl again. ... I give thanks earnestly and heartily, but seem for a time paralyzed by her presence. With the early autumn came a great pleasure in a visit to the new Green Peace, the house which her son had built at Bedford Hills, New York. She was delighted with the house and garden; the Journal tells of all manner of pleasant gayeties. September 12. Fannie had a luncheon party even pleasanter than yesterday's. Rev. Mr. Luquer is a grandson of Dominick Lynch, who used to come to my father's house in my childhood and break my heart by singing Lord Ullin's Daughter. I remember creeping under the piano once to hide my tears. He sang all the Moore melodies with great expression.... This, his descendant, looks a good deal like him. Was bred a lawyer. My good Uncle Cutler twice asked him whether he would study for the ministry. He said, No. My uncle said the second time, What shall it profit a man if he gain the whole world and lose his own s
Henry Marion Howe (search for this): chapter 31
the drifts of notes and letters grew higher and higher among the piles of books, new and old. The books were not all her own choice. Many a firstling of verse found its way to her, inscribed with reverent or loving words by the author. Would Mrs. Howe send a few lines of appreciation or criticism? She would; mostly she did. She wrote in the autograph albums, and on the pieces of silk and cotton for autograph quilts : she signed the photographs: she tried to do everything they asked. Januoem for Old Home Week in Boston, another for the Cooperstown Centennial, a paper on the Elegant literature of fifty years since, one for the Delineator on The three greatest men I have known. These were Ralph Waldo Emerson, Theodore Parker, and Dr. Howe. She spent much time and pains on this article. She read Elliot Cabot's Life of Emerson, which she thought certainly a good piece of work, but deficient, it seems to me, in the romantic sympathy which is the true interpretation of Emerson and
nly think of The chariot of Israel and the horsemen thereof. Another good gift was a Victor machine. When the after-dinner reading was over, she would say, Now bring my opera-box! The white armchair was wheeled into the passage between the two parlors. Here she sat in state, while the great singers poured out their treasures before her, while violinist and pianist gave her their best. She listened with keen and critical enjoyment, recalling how Malibran gave this note, how Grisi and Mario sang that duet. Then she would go to the piano and play from memory airs from Tancredi, I1 Pirata, Richard Coeur de lion, and other operas known to us only through her. Or she would — always without notes — play the Barber of Seville almost from beginning to end, with fingers still deft and nimble. She loved the older operas best. After an air from Don Giovanni, she would say, Mozart must be in heaven: they could never get on without him! She thought Handel's Messiah the most divine p
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