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wn to the beach, Julia must wear a thick green worsted veil to preserve her ivoryand-rose complexion. Little Julia has another freckle to-day! a visitor was told. It was not her fault, the nurse forgot her veil! ) Julia recalled Newport in 1832 as a forsaken, mildewed place, a sort of intensified Salem, with houses of rich design, no longer richly inhabited. She was to watch through many years the growth of what was always one of the cities of her heart. But we must return to Bond St further comment. But when a game of Tommy-come-tickle-me was toward, the children must step in to No. 7 to share that excitement with their grandfather, since no cards were permitted under Mr. Ward's roof. The year of the first Newport visit, 1832, was also the terrible cholera year. Uncle Ben Cutler, at that time city missionary, writes in his diary:-- The cholera is in Quebec and Montreal. This city is beginning to be alarmed; Christians are waking up. My soul, how stands the case wi
May 27th, 1819 AD (search for this): chapter 2
r the Battery. Here four children were born, Samuel and Henry, and the two Julias. She who was known as the first little Julia lived only four years. During her fatal illness her father was called away by urgent business. In great distress of mind, he arranged that certain tokens should inform him of the child's condition. A few days later, as he was riding homeward, a messenger came to meet him and silently laid in his hand a tiny shoe: the child was dead. Not long after this, on May 27, 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 Hudson
Chapter 2: little Julia Ward 1819-1835; aet. 1-16 From my nursery: forty-six years ago When I was a little child, Said my passionate nurse, and wild: “Wash you, children, clean and white; God may call you any night.” Close my tender brother clung, While I said with doubtful tongue: “No, we cannot die so soon; For you told, the other noon, ” Of those months in order fine That should make the earth divine. I've not seen, scarce five years old, Months like those of which you told. “ Softly, then, the woman's hand Loosed my frock from silken band, Tender smoothed the fiery head, Often shamed for ringlets red. Somewhat gently did she say, ” Child, those months are every day. “ Still, methinks, I wait in fear, For that wonder-glorious year For a spring without a storm, Summer honey-dewed and warm, Autumn of robuster strength, Winter piled in crystal length. I will wash me clean and white; God may call me any night. I must tell Him when I go His great year is yet to know--
to please his Julia, and which the children never saw uncovered; and the family removed to Bond Street, then at the upper end of New York City. Mr. Ward, said his friends, you are going out of town! Bond Street in the twentieth century is an unlovely thoroughfare, grimy, frowzy, given over largely to the sale of feathers and artificial flowers; Bond Street in the early part of the nineteenth century was a different affair. The first settler in the street was Jonas Minturn, who about 1825 built No. 22. Mr. Ward came next. The city was then so remote, one could hardly see the houses to the south across the woods and fields. The Ward children saw the street grow up around them; saw the dignified houses, brick or freestone, built and occupied by Kings, Halls, Morgans, Grinnells, most of all by Wards. Mr. Ward was then at No. 16; his father, the old Revolutionary soldier, soon came to live at No. 7, with his daughter Anne; his brother Henry was first at No. 14, then at No. 23
August 16th (search for this): chapter 2
him to flee while it was yet day. My most precious son, she cried, oh, come out from thence! I entreat you; linger not within its walls, as Lot would have done, but for the friendly angels that drew him perforce from it! The missionary stood firm at his post, and though exhausted by his labors, came safe through the ordeal. But Colonel Ward, who had not thought fit to flee the enemy,--it was not his habit to flee enemies, -was stricken with the pestilence, and died in New York City, August 16. His death was a grievous blow to Mr. Ward. Not only had he lost a loving and beloved father, but he had no assurance of the orthodoxy of that father's religious opinions. The Colonel was thought in the family to be of a philosophizing, if not actually sceptical, turn of mind; it might be that he was not safe ! Years after, Mr. Ward told Julia of the anguish he suffered from this uncertainty. It is with No. 16 Bond Street that we chiefly associate the sprightly figure of Grandma Cutl
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