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Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To Mrs. Nathaniel Silsbee
To Mrs. Nathaniel Silsbee. West Newton [Mass.], September 14, 1850.
The morning after you left, when I opened the front door I found a box against it which proved to be the box. My dear lady, you are too overpowering in your goodness!
It made me cry to see how you loaded me with benefits.
But I pray you curb your generosity a little.
I love you for your own sake, and if in some unlucky hour my conscience whispers to my heart that I ought to love you because you are so good to me, then it will be hot work, for my savage love of freedom will resist the claim like a tiger.
So pray don't bring me into such a dilemma.
The pitcher is a superb affair.
Antique and classical to my heart's content.
I seem to be very anti-temperance in my surroundings.
The pitcher is tipsy, my beautiful young Cupidon has his heart merry with wine, the head of my sacrificial bull is crowned with grapes, and my candlesticks are interwoven grapevines.
Luckily, I have no weakness of that sort.
If myrt
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To Joseph
To Joseph carpenter. West Newton, August 24, 1851.
There seems to be a lull just now in fugitive slave matters.
What experiment our masters will try next, remains to be shown.
The commercial and moneyed portion of the community will doubtless obey their orders to any extent.
But in the heart of the people I think a better and braver sentiment is gradually being formed.
A friend of mine in Medford sheltered a fugitive a short time ago. When the firemen of the town heard of it, they sent for the man chattel, elected him a member of their company, and promised, at a given signal, to rally for his defence in case he was pursued, and to stand by him to the death, one and all.
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To Mrs. S. B. Shaw
To Mrs. S. B. Shaw. West Newton, 1852.
Do you know that Harriet Hosmer, daughter of a physician in Watertown, has produced a remarkably good piece of statuary?
It is a bust of Vesper, the Evening Star.
I never saw a tender, happy drowsiness so well expressed.
A star shining on her forehead, and beneath her breast lies the crescent moon.
Her graceful hair is intertwined with capsules of the poppy.
It is cut with great delicacy and precision, and the flesh seems to me very flesh-like.
The poetic conception is her own, and the workmanship is all her own. A man worked upon it a day and a half, to chip off large bits of marble; but she did not venture to have him go within several inches of the surface she intended to work.
Miss Hosmer is going to Rome in October, accompanied by her father, a plain, sensible man, of competent property.
She expects to remain in Italy three years, with the view of becoming a sculptor by profession.
Mrs. Stowe's truly great work, Uncle Tom's