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Chelsea (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
st in the story of Laura Bridgman as narrated by Charles Dickens. In this letter he mentioned Laura's childish question, Do horses sit up late? In the course of his conversation he said, laughing heartily: Laura Bridg man, dear child! Her question, Do horses sit up late? Before taking leave of us he invited us to take tea with him on the following Sunday. When the day arrived, my husband was kept at home by a severe headache, but Mr. and Mrs. Mann, my sister, and myself drove out to Chelsea, where Mr. Carlyle resided at that time. In receiving us he apologized for his wife, who was also suffering from headache and could not appear. In her absence I was requested to pour tea. Our host partook of it copiously, in all the strength of the teapot. As I filled and refilled his cup, I thought that his chronic dyspepsia was not to be wondered at. The repast was a simple one. It consisted of a plate of toast and two small dishes of stewed fruit, which he offered us with the words
Geneseo (New York, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
asure in my girlhood, and my enjoyment of it at this time was fresh and intense. Among the attentions lavished upon us during that London season were frequent offers of a box at Covent Garden or Her Majesty's. These were never declined. Of especial interest to me was a performance of Macready as Claude Melnotte in Bulwer's Lady of Lyons. The part of Pauline was played by Helen Faucit. Both of these artists were then at their best. Thomas Appleton, of Boston, and William Wadsworth, of Geneseo, were with us in our box. The pathetic moments of the play moved me to tears, which I tried to hide. I soon saw that all my companions were affected in the same way, and were making the same effort. I saw Miss Faucit again at an entertainment given in aid of the fund for a monument to Mrs. Siddons. She recited an ode written for the occasion, of which I still recall the closing line:— And measure what we owe by what she gave. I saw Grisi in the great role of Semiramide, and with
San Michele (Italy) (search for this): chapter 8
ormous size, which were probably those in question. I thought her quite as beautiful on another occasion, when she wore a simple gown of écru silk, with a necklace of carved coral beads. This was at a reception given at the charity school of San Michele, where a play was performed by the pupils of the institution. The theme of the drama was the worship of the golden calf by the Israelites and the overthrow of the idol by Moses. The industrial school of San Michele, like every other institSan Michele, like every other institution in the Rome of that time, was entirely under ecclesiastical control. If I remember rightly, Monsignore Morecchini had to do with its management. This interesting man stood at the time at the head of the administration of public charities. He called one day at our lodgings, and I had the pleasure of listening to a long conversation between him and my husband, regarding chiefly the theme in which both gentlemen were most deeply interested, the education of the working classes. I was pre
Coventry (United Kingdom) (search for this): chapter 8
et here, among other guests, Mr. Henry Reeve, well known in the literary society of that time. Mrs. Bracebridge told us much of Florence Nightingale, then about twenty-four years old, already considered a person of remarkable character. Our hosts had visited Athens, and sympathized with my husband in his views regarding the Greeks. They were also familiar with the farther East, and had brought cedars from Mount Lebanon and Arab horses from I know not where. Atherstone was not far from Coventry. Mr. Bracebridge claimed descent from Lady Godiva, and informed me that a descendant of Peeping Tom of Coventry was still to be found in that place. He himself was lord of the manor, but had neither son nor daughter to succeed him. He told me some rather weird stories, one of which was that he had once waked in the night to see a female figure seated by his fireside. I think that the ghost was that of an old retainer of the family, or possibly an ancestress. An old prophecy also had be
St. Peter (Minnesota, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
it needless for me to dwell upon my own. But I will mention the thrill of wonder which overcame me as we drove over the Campagna and caught the first glimpse of St. Peter's dome. Was it possible? Had I lived to come within sight of the great city, Mistress of the World? Like much else in my journeying, this appeared to me like in which he mentioned as one of the boasts of Rome the fact that she possessed la maggiore basilica del mondo, the largest basilica in the world. The Church of St. Peter, like that of Santa Maria Maggiore, is indeed modeled after the design of the basilicas or courts of justice of ancient Rome, and Italians are apt to speak of itrked, Chi mi sente dare la benedizione del balcone di san Pietro intende cha io non sono un giovinotto, Whoever hears me give the benediction from the balcony of St. Peter's will understand that I am not a youth. The audience concluded, the Pope obligingly turned his back upon us, as if to examine something lying on the table whic
Brittany (France) (search for this): chapter 8
rtain places in England were termed which, with little or no population, had yet the right to be represented in Parliament. Dr. Fowler was familiar with the ancient history of the place, which, as we saw it, contained nothing but an area of desolate sand. The wonderful Druidical stones of Stonehenge commanded our attention. They are too well known to need description. Our host could throw no light upon their history, which belongs, one must suppose, with that of kindred constructions in Brittany. Bishop Denison, at the time of our visit, was still saddened by the loss of a beloved wife. He invited us to a dinner at which his sister, Miss Denison, presided. The dean and his wife were present, the Fowlers, and one or two other guests. To my surprise, the bishop gave me his arm and conducted me to the table, where he seated me on his right. Mrs. Fowler afterwards remarked to me, How charming it was of the bishop to take you in to dinner. As an American you have no rank, and a
Florence (Italy) (search for this): chapter 8
ion. The family consisted of father and mother and two daughters, both born during their parents' residence in Italy, and respectively christened Parthenope and Florence, one having first seen the light in the city whose name she bore, the other in Naples. Of the two, Parthenope was the elder; she was not handsome, but was piquante and entertaining. Florence, the younger sister, was rather elegant than beautiful; she was tall and graceful of figure, her countenance mobile and expressive, her conversation most interesting. Having heard much of Dr. Howe as a philanthropist, she resolved to consult him upon a matter which she already had at heart. She ns, replied my husband. I think that it would be a very good thing. So much and no more of the conversation Dr. Howe repeated to me. We soon heard that Miss Florence was devoting herself to the study of her predilection; and when, years after this time, the Crimean war broke out, we were among the few who were not astonished
Scotia (search for this): chapter 8
etted in English society. From England we passed on to Wales, Scotland, and Ireland. In the inn at Llangollen we saw an engraving representing two aged ladies sir entertained us at his city residence. Of greater interest was our tour in Ireland. Lord Morpeth had given us some introductions to friends in Dublin. At the sended nothing less than the disruption of the existing political union between Ireland and England. The Dublin Corn Exchange was the place in which Repeal meetings nobleman, Lord Walcourt, to visit him at his estate, which was in the south of Ireland. We found Lord Walcourt living very simply, with two young daughters and a baime in London or on the Continent, from which we gathered that country life in Ireland was not much to her taste. Dr. Howe and our host had a good deal of talk togee only remark of Wordsworth's which I brought away was this: The misfortune of Ireland is that it was only a partially conquered country. When we took leave, the po
Mose (North Dakota, United States) (search for this): chapter 8
ort of intoxication when I recall his rendering of Coma é gentil. Grisi sang several times. She was then in what some one has termed, the insolence of her youth and beauty. Mlle. Persiani, also of the grand opera, gave an air by Gluck, which I myself had studied, Pago fui, Fui lieto un di Lord Lansdowne told me that this lady was the most obliging of artists. I afterwards heard her in Linda di Chamounix, which was then in its first favor. The concert ended with the prayer from Rossini's Mose in Egitto, sung by the artists already named with the addition of the great Lablache. At the conclusion of it we adjourned to the supper-room, which afforded us a better opportunity of observing the distinguished company. My husband was presently engaged in conversation with the Hon. Mrs. Norton, who was then very handsome. Her hair, which was decidedly black, was arranged in flat bandeaux, according to the fashion of the time. A diamond chain, formed of large links, encircled her fine
Covent Garden (United Kingdom) (search for this): chapter 8
colored person, much as one would say in the case of a white man or woman. I remember that Lord Lansdowne wore a blue ribbon across his breast, and on it a flat star of silver. Among the well-remembered glories of that summer, the new delight of the drama holds an important place. I had been denied this pleasure in my girlhood, and my enjoyment of it at this time was fresh and intense. Among the attentions lavished upon us during that London season were frequent offers of a box at Covent Garden or Her Majesty's. These were never declined. Of especial interest to me was a performance of Macready as Claude Melnotte in Bulwer's Lady of Lyons. The part of Pauline was played by Helen Faucit. Both of these artists were then at their best. Thomas Appleton, of Boston, and William Wadsworth, of Geneseo, were with us in our box. The pathetic moments of the play moved me to tears, which I tried to hide. I soon saw that all my companions were affected in the same way, and were makin
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