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De Malibran (search for this): chapter 31
her hand waving farewell, one could only 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 thoug
Mary (search for this): chapter 31
l Hall, a meeting about Old Home Week, at the West Newton High School, and at Providence. On the fifth day she was at the Wintergreen Club, answering the question, What is the greatest evil of the present day? --False estimates of values, vehement striving for what hinders rather than helps our spiritual development. After this bout she was glad to rest a day or two, but in another week was ready for the Woman Suffrage Festival. I to open it, evening, Faneuil Hall. A day of rushing. Lady Mary and Professor Gilbert Murray to breakfast 9 A. M., which I much enjoyed. Then my little music man, who took three tunes; then a snatch at preparation for the evening's exercises. Jack and Elizabeth Chapman in the afternoon. At 4.45 got a little rest and sleep. At 5.40 drove to Faneuil Hall, which I found not so full as sometimes. Thought miserably of my speech. Light to read it very dim.. I called to order, introduced Mr. White and the ladies' quartette, then read my poor little scri
Bigelow Lawrence (search for this): chapter 31
ankful 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 Temple, which was a most impressive one, Greeks and Americans uniting to do honor to a good man. October 24. ... I read my verse, my voice serving me very well. Bishop Lawrence helped me both to rise and to return to my seat. He made a most touching allusion to my dearest dear Julia's devotion to the blind, and 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 ta
Cobden (search for this): chapter 31
has cost me much labor, for I have felt that I could not treat a memory so reverend with cheap and easy verses. I have tried to take his measure, and to present a picture of him which shall deserve to live. This poem appears in At Sunset. Mr. and Mrs. Cobden-Sanderson, the English suffragists, were in Boston this winter. They dined with her, and proved very agreeable. Mrs. Sanderson's visit ought to help suffrage mightily, she is in such dead earnest for it. After dinner I proposed tMrs. Cobden-Sanderson, the English suffragists, were in Boston this winter. They dined with her, and proved very agreeable. Mrs. Sanderson's visit ought to help suffrage mightily, she is in such dead earnest for it. After dinner I proposed that each one should name his favorite Browning poem. I named Pippa, Mrs. Sanderson Paracelsus, Mr. S., The Grammarian's Funeral, etc., etc. The talk was so good that we could not stop it to hear the Victor, which I regretted. Another delightful dinner of this winter was one given in her honor by her niece, Mrs. Richard Aldrich (Margaret Chanler), in New York. Among the guests were Kneisel, the violinist, and Schelling, the pianist. Mrs. Aldrich demanded Flibbertigibbet, and our mother pla
Richard Aldrich (search for this): chapter 31
. Sanderson Paracelsus, Mr. S., The Grammarian's Funeral, etc., etc. The talk was so good that we could not stop it to hear the Victor, which I regretted. Another delightful dinner of this winter was one given in her honor by her niece, Mrs. Richard Aldrich (Margaret Chanler), in New York. 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 inspiredMrs. 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 rea
Frederick Hedge (search for this): chapter 31
ress through life shall bring with it the fulfilment of the best promise of our youth. July 2. Oak Glen. Nurse Voshell, nicknamed by me Wollapuk, left this morning. I have become so dependent upon her that I shall miss her very much. I have been impatient of having her so long, but now see how very helpful she has been to me. I began to write a retrospect of my essay on Distinctions between Philosophy and Religion, but feel that this will be of little value. Oh! that I had taken Dr. Hedge's advice and published these papers soon after they were written. As it is I have lost two of the best of them, viz.: this one just mentioned and Moral Triangulation of the Third Party, in obligations and contrasts. In these days she met with a grave loss in the death of Michael Anagnos. I am deeply grieved at his death, which is a real loss to me and my family, and almost irreparable to the Institution which he has served nobly with entire devotion and disinterest and has enriched
Luquer (search for this): chapter 31
ly received. My prayer is answered. 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 t
Susan B. Anthony (search for this): chapter 31
h, for the first time since January 18. It had been a long and weary time, yet one remembers not so much the suffering and confinement as the gayety of it. There was a sigh for the Journal, but for the family, and the faithful nurse,-- Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles. This nurse was known to others as Lucy Voshell, but her patient promptly named her Wollapuk. 1 It may be noted that this epidemic of tonsillitis was actually fatal to Miss Susan B. Anthony, who never recovered from the illness contracted in Baltimore. She was as merry as she was skillful, and the two made much fun together. Even when the patient could not speak, she could twinkle. As strength gradually returned, the ministrations of Wollapuk became positively scenes of revelry; and the anxious guardian below, warding off would-be interviewers or suppliants, might be embarrassed to hear peals of laughter ringing down the stair. Early in May she has young J. W. Hu
Valentine Mott Francis (search for this): chapter 31
on rose. The service was very congenial and calming to my anxiety. I read the sermon quite audibly from beginning to end. It was listened to with profound attention, if I may say so. May 20. ... Marion Crawford arrived soon after three for a little visit. He looks greatly improved in health since I last saw him. He must have passed through some crisis and come out conqueror. He has all his old charm .... She was lamenting the death of her cousin and childhood playfellow, Dr. Valentine Mott Francis, when a much greater affliction fell upon her in the death of her son-in-law, David Prescott Hall. This hurts me, she writes, like a physical pain. To Florence Oak Glen, July 3, 1907. My dearest dear Flossy, You are quite right in saying that we greatly need the consoling belief in a future life to help us bear the painful separation which death brings. Surely, the dear Christ believed in immortality, and promised it to faithful souls. I have myself derived great comfort
Frederic Chopin (search for this): chapter 31
, 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 point reached by earthly music. Beethoven awed and swayed her deeply, and she often quoted his utterance while composing, Ich trat in der Ndhe Gottes! She thrilled with tender pleasure over Verdi's Non ti scordar, or Ai nostri monti, and over Martha. She enjoyed Chopin almost too much. He is exquisite, she would say, but somehow — rotten! Among the pleasures of this winter was a visit to, New York. She writes after it:-- 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 Chap
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