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       Florence Howe Hall

      Memories grave and gay

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4064066134488

       FOREWORD

       I INTRODUCTORY

       II STORIES TOLD US BY OUR PARENTS

       III MEMORIES OF EARLY CHILDHOOD

       IV OUR EARLY LITERARY ACTIVITIES

       V UNDER THE SHADOW OF BYRON’S HELMET

       VI NOTED VISITORS AT “GREEN PEACE”

       VII YOUNG AMERICA GOES TO SCHOOL

       VIII THE AGASSIZ SCHOOL

       IX EDWIN BOOTH AND CHARLOTTE CUSHMAN

       X LAWTON’S VALLEY, OUR SUMMER HOME

       XI ANTI-SLAVERY AND CIVIL WAR MEMORIES

       XII WORK FOR THE SOLDIERS

       XIII THE BRIGHTER SIDE OF LIFE IN THE CIVIL WAR

       XIV OUR LABORS IN BEHALF OF CRETE

       XV MARRIED LIFE IN NEW JERSEY

       XVI RECONSTRUCTING A NEW JERSEY VILLAGE

       XVII “I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND”

       XVIII OUR CHILDREN AT HOME, SCHOOL AND COLLEGE

       XIX THE CLUB AND SUFFRAGE MOVEMENTS

       XX JOYS AND SORROWS OF THE LECTURER

       XXI DARBY AND JOAN ON THEIR TRAVELS

       XXII “WANDER-YEARS”

       XXIII UNTO THE THIRD AND FOURTH GENERATION

      FOREWORD

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      It has been a pleasure for me to recall, at the kind request of the Messrs. Harper & Brothers, the memories of a lifetime, even though some sad thoughts have mingled with the happy ones. So many bright shapes have risen out of the past at my bidding that the difficulty of selection has been great. Beloved faces seem to look out at me and say, “Why did you leave me out?” The ghosts of noble deeds, the memories of stirring scenes sweep softly by me, murmuring: “Are we not worthy of mention?”

      Indeed and indeed you are, bright spirits of the past and of the present also, but in my small mosaic all the precious stones would not fit.

      For the rest, if the store of my childhood’s early memories seems to be unduly large, it must be whispered that when, some twenty-five years ago, I began to record my reminiscences, a good fairy, my mother, helped me.

      MEMORIES GRAVE AND GAY

       MEMORIES

       GRAVE AND GAY

       INTRODUCTORY

       Table of Contents

       The Romance of Philanthropy Causes the First Meeting of Dr. Samuel Gridley Howe and Julia Ward.—Letter of Congratulation from the Poet Longfellow.—The “Chevalier.”—The Wedding-tour in Europe.—The Eldest Daughter, Julia Romana, Is Born in Rome.—Why She Was “Mary” and I Was “Martha.”

      THOSE stern censors, Time and Space, forbid my giving an account of the early lives of my parents, Dr. Samuel Gridley Howe and Mrs. Julia Ward Howe, since these have been already described in their respective biographies and in my mother’s Reminiscences. Suffice it to say here that at the time of his marriage my father was already known on both sides of the Atlantic on account of his services in the Greek Revolution, as well as for his work for the blind. As “Surgeon-in-chief of the Fleet,” soldier, and almoner of America’s bounty, had he aided the Greeks in their long struggle with the barbarous Turks. The King of Greece made him a Knight of St. George, a title which he himself never used. But his intimate friends, fellow-members of the “Five of Clubs”—Longfellow, Charles Sumner, Prof. Cornelius C. Felton and George S. Hilliard—called him “Chevalier,” which my mother abbreviated to “Chev.”

      It was the Ward sisters’ interest in his famous pupil, Laura Bridgman, the blind deaf-mute, which brought about the first meeting of my parents, Charles Sumner and the poet driving the young ladies to the Institution for the Blind. In the following winter, 1842–43, Doctor Howe and Julia Ward became engaged, their marriage taking place in April, 1843. Longfellow’s beautiful letter of congratulation addressed to the “Chevalier” has been published elsewhere. I am glad to be able to give the one he wrote to our mother’s “Brother Sam.”

      Cambridge, March 6, 1843.

      My Dear Sam—I ought to have written you long ago on the great event of our brave Chevalier’s conquering the Celestial City; but I have been away from home, and have moreover been hoping to see you here, and expecting to hear from you. The event did not surprise me; for the Chevalier is a mighty man of Love, and I noted that on the walls of the citadel (Julia’s cheeks) first the white flag would be displayed, and anon the red, and then again the white. The citadel could not have surrendered to a braver, better or more humane Knight.

      Seriously, my dear Sam, and most sincerely do I rejoice in this event. Julia could not have chosen more wisely—nor the Doctor so wisely; and I think you may safely look forward to a serene and happy life for your sister.