Lady Henry Somerset was at Round Table and charmed all—short, square-shouldered, with a fine generous face, the simplest and sweetest manner and no cant. It seemed her mission to pour oil on troubled waters. Nothing specially dainty or highbred about her, but no English awkwardness or brusquerie. A most mellow voice of course.Later the Boston Authors' Club was organized through the efforts of Mrs. Howe and Colonel Higginson, they bearing to it during the former's life the relations of president and vice-president. This association of interests brought to the latter many amusing letters from Mrs. Howe, usually beginning ‘My dear Vice.’ One of the members called this club Higginson's ‘last plaything.’ Among the annual public gatherings which he frequently attended was the meeting of the Social Science Association at Saratoga, where he presided over the educational department or gave addresses. He sometimes lectured at Chautauqua which he called ‘An innocent Saratoga.’ When he went
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Among these were the Appalachian Mountain Club, the Boston Browning Club, and the Round Table of which he was the first and only president, this office lasting for more than twenty-five years. Of one of the meetings of this club, he wrote to his sister, November, 1891:—
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