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ation or hope. It would be a very imperfect representation of Maria Child which regarded her only from a literary point of view. She was wledge of her home-life, says, The domestic happiness of Mr. and Mrs. Child seemed to me perfect. Their sympathies, their admiration of all hearty hatred of all things mean and evil were in entire unison. Mr. Child shared his wife's enthusiasms, and was very proud of her. Their affection, never paraded, was always manifest. After Mr. Child's death, Mrs. Child, in speaking of the future life, said, I believe it wouldMrs. Child, in speaking of the future life, said, I believe it would be of small value to me if I were not united to him. In this connection I cannot forbear to give an extract from some reminiscences of herad only clarified and brightened. My earliest recollection of Mrs. Child in Wayland is of a gentle face leaning from the old stage window, by the rush and worry of our modern steam-car mode of living. Mrs. Child's life in the place made, indeed, an atmosphere of its own, a ben

Extracts from the journal of Miss Francis, kept when she first met Mr. Child. December 2, 1824. Mr. Child dined with us at Watertown. lie possesses the rich fund of an intelligent traveller without the slightest tinge of a traveller's vanity. Mr. Child dined with us at Watertown. lie possesses the rich fund of an intelligent traveller without the slightest tinge of a traveller's vanity. Spoke of the tardy improvement of the useful arts in Spain and Italy. They still use the plough described by Virgil . January 26, 1825. Saw Mr. Child at Mr. Curtis's. He is the most gallant man that has lived since the sixteenth century and neMr. Child at Mr. Curtis's. He is the most gallant man that has lived since the sixteenth century and needs nothing but helmet, shield, and chain armor to make him a complete knight of chivalry. May 3, 1825. One among the many delightful evenings spent with Mr. Child. I do not know which to admire most, the vigor of his understanding or the ready ightful evenings spent with Mr. Child. I do not know which to admire most, the vigor of his understanding or the ready sparkle of his wit. Talked of the political position of England. Laughed as he mentioned the tremendous squirearchy of America.

uld not. Next morning I found the nest nearly wrenched from the bush and two of the eggs on the ground. They were still warm, so I replaced them, righted the nest and fastened it to the twigs with strings. To my great surprise she returned to her patient labor of incubation. ... Mrs. S. returned on Friday, and I went as far as Boston with her. The day was so intensely hot that I regretted having put my head into the city. But as I was toiling along I heard a voice behind me exclaim, Maria Child! I turned and recognized John G. Whittier. He said he had missed the cars by some mistake, but now he felt the disappointment was providential; he had for a long time so wanted to see me. I could not bear to go into the office where I had been accustomed to take my friends. I knew the empty chair of that dear lost friend Ellis Gray Loring. would be too much for me. So I asked him into H.'s office, and there we chatted an hour. Mrs. S. regretted your absence, left kind remembrances

Lines written by Mrs. Child on the anniversary of the death of Ellis Gray Loring. these verses of Mrs. Child, though written on the first anniversary of Mr. Loring's death, were not published till some years after, which accounts for the allusions to the extinction of slavery in Mr. Whittier's response. May 24, 1859. Again the trees are clothed in vernal green; Again the waters flow in silvery sheen; But all this beauty through a mist I see, For earth bloomed thus when thou wert lost to me.Mrs. Child, though written on the first anniversary of Mr. Loring's death, were not published till some years after, which accounts for the allusions to the extinction of slavery in Mr. Whittier's response. May 24, 1859. Again the trees are clothed in vernal green; Again the waters flow in silvery sheen; But all this beauty through a mist I see, For earth bloomed thus when thou wert lost to me. The flowers come back, the tuneful birds return, But thou for whom my spirit still doth yearn Art gone from me to spheres so bright and far, Thou seem'st the spirit of some distant star. O for some telegram from thee, my friend Some whispered answer to the love I send! Or one brief glance from those dear guileless eyes, That smiled to me so sweetly thy replies. My heart is hungry for thy gentle ways, Thy friendly counsels, and thy precious praise; I seem to travel through the dark alone, Sinc