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ought to have read this little book through long before this time.
One of the sweetest poems in it is about the blue-eyed baby that they lost after some six weeks happy possession.
I sent a pretty little baby wreath for it, feeling very sorry for them both.”
“November 28. Much troubled about my Whittier poem.”
“December 3. Thanks be to God!
I have written my Whittier rhyme.
It 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.”
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Mr.Cobden 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 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 played and recited it in such a manner that the
1 This poem appears in At Sunset.
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