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Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 2: little Julia Ward 1819-1835; aet. 1-16 (search)
stuffed with ground corncobs; the table was primitive; but there was plenty of cream and curds, eggs and butter, and there was the wonderful air. The children grew fat and hearty, and scampered all over the island with great delight. (But when they went down to the beach, Julia must wear a thick green worsted veil to preserve her ivoryand-rose complexion. Little Julia has another freckle to-day! a visitor was told. It was not her fault, the nurse forgot her veil! ) Julia recalled Newport in 1832 as a forsaken, mildewed place, a sort of intensified Salem, with houses of rich design, no longer richly inhabited. She was to watch through many years the growth of what was always one of the cities of her heart. But we must return to Bond Street, and take one more look at No. 16. The Wards were soon to leave it for a statelier dwelling, but many associations would always cling about the old house. Here it was that the good old grandfather, Lieutenant-Colonel Samuel Ward, use
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 3: the corner --1835-1839; aet. 16-20 (search)
bushes by Billy Bottomore, a quaint old Newport sportsman, who took the boys shooting, and showed them where to find plover, woodcock, and snipe. Billy Bottomore passed for an adopted son of old Father Corne, another Newport character of those days. This gentleman had come from Naples to Boston, toward the end of the eighteenth century, as a decorative artist, and had made a modest fortune by painting the walls of the fine houses of Summer Street, Temple Place, and Beacon Hill. He chose Newport as his final home, because, as he told Mr. Ward, he had found that the climate was favorable to the growth of the tomato, that most wholesome of vegetables. The Ward boys delighted in visiting Father Corne, and in hearing him sing his old songs, French and Italian, some of which are sung to-day by our grandchildren. Father Corne lived to a great age. When past his ninetieth year, a friend asked him if he would not like to revisit Naples. Ah, sir, replied the old man, my father is dead
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 3: Newport 1879-1882; aet. 60-63 (search)
c went along with labor and prayer; the power of combining these kept her steadily at her task till the end of her life. The last time she left her house, six days before her death, it was to preside at the Papeterie, where she was as usual the life of the meeting The Club still lives, and, like the New England Woman's Club, seems still pervaded by her spirit. The Clubs did not have all the fun. The Newport Evening express of September 2, 1881, says: Mrs. Julia Ward Howe has astonished Newport by her acting in False Colors. But she always was a surprising woman. Another newspaper says: The interest of the Newport world has been divided this week between the amateur theatricals at the Casino and the lawn tennis tournament. Two representations of the comedy of *False Colors were given on Tuesday and Wednesday evenings.... The stars were undoubtedly Mrs. Julia Ward Howe and Mr. Peter Marie, who brought down the house by their brightness and originality.... Mr. Peter Marie gave