Memories and Anecdotes

eciation of Its Founder-A Success

unexpected," and "if you fit yoursel

nd social, with club interests and weekend visits at homes of delightful friends on the Hudson, when I was surprised and honoured by a call from Presi

ies at Mrs. Terhune's (Marion Harland) in Springfield, Massachusetts, where her husband was a clergyman in one of the largest churches in that city.

eper; and she could tell the very best ghost story I ever heard, for it is of

e that the table was set properly for me, and she often would bring in something specially tempting of her own cooking. A picture I can never forget is that

o take notes as I talked. Some of them showed great power of expression while writing on the themes provided. There was a monthly examination, often largely attended by friends out of town. I still

and is constantly growing better. The tributes to his thirty-seven years in servi

. Your plans have seldom been revised by the Board of Trustees, and your selection of teachers has brought together a faculty which is at least equal to the best of those engaged in the education of women. You have secured for the teachers a freedom of instruction which has inspired them to high attainment and fru

; with financial and economic skill rarely found in a scholar and idealist, but necessary to foster into fullest fruitfulness the slender pecuniary resources then at hand; with tact and suavity which made President Seelye's "no," if no were needed, more gracious than "yes" from others; with the force

that sympathy and love for mankind are the traits for which to strive. The

se-but he had another and a rarer gift which binds and links these qualities together, as the chain on which jewels are strung-President Seelye had immense capacity for w

l friction and the averaging up and down of those accustomed to large classes. I gained far more there than I gave, for I learned my limitations, or some of them, and to try to stick closely to my own work, to be less impulsive, and not offer opinions and suggestions, unasked

two young ladies of the second year to see that all was safe. The house was the oldest but one in the town; it harboured two aged paralytics whom it would be difficult, if not dangerous, to remove. Six students had their home t

onflagration until three years later when the kind lady of the house wrote to me: "Dear Friend, did you ever have a fire in your room? In making it over I found some wood badly scorched." I have the most reliable witnesses, o

ch only resignation could bring. The college is equally fortunate in securing as his successor, Marion LeRoy Burton, who in the coming years may lead t

college for women, and who at eighty-five years has a perfectly unclouded mind): "I want to say that my ambition for Smit

to that noble woman, Sophia S

ng of girls four months in the year." The people of that beautiful town seemed to have heard the voice of their co

xtraordinary woman. After the death of her husband, she became the legal guardian of her six sons,

mother with great love and reverence. She, more than once, put her hands on my head and said, 'I want you should grow up, and be a good woman, and try to make the world better.'" And her mother was equally religious, effi

r in life when my father knew her, but this intercourse was confined to a small circle. Doctor Greene speaks of her timidity also. I know of no traditions about her girlhood. As an example of the thrift of the Smiths, or perhaps I should say, their exactness in all business dealings, my father says that Austin Smith never asked his sisters to sew a button or do rep

lessons. She also had four or five months of instruction in the schoolhouse, and was a student in Hopkins Academy f

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d in 1861 her brother Austin left her an estate

for women, Mr. Hubbard insisted on having it placed at Northampton, Massachusetts, instead of Hatfield, Massachusetts. With her usual modesty, she objected to giving her full name to the

firmities, always denying herself to help other

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oy having my memory stuffed with dates, though I a

lling her age should

epochs, would make the most natural points of reference in woman's autobiography. Plutarch sets the example of dropping dates in favour of incidents; and an authority more appropriate, Madame de Genlis, who began her own memoires at eighty, swept t

o afraid that my readers will consider me a "swell head" and my story only fit for a "Vanity Box." Yet I would not leave out one bit of the Western lectur

uring Vermont town, told me when he called that he had established a large and successful school for young ladies in Cincinnati, Ohio, taking a few young ladies to live in his pleasant home. He urged me to g

that mumps and chicken-pox were still likely to attack me, but the invitation was t

best social matters, as well as in all public spirited enterprises, I had known years before in Hanover, N.H. Her brother, General William Haines Lytle, had been slain at Chickam

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rried ladies and seven well-known bachelors were the guests, as she wished to give me ju

the city. She was certainly the most versatile in her accomplishments of anyone I have ever known. She had painted the best full-length portrait of Judge Longworth, father of the husband of Alice Roosevelt. She was a china painter to beat the Chinese, and author of four books on the subject. She was an artist in photography; had a portfolio of off-hand sketches of street gamins, newsboys, etc., full of life and expression. She brought the art of under glaze in china-firing to this country and had discovered a method

orrowing money to invest largely in oil fields) was my pupil in the school, and through her I became acquainted with her lovel

d when the day came for my enthusiastic praise of Christopher North (John Wilson), a sweet-faced old lady came u

lecture and, looking genially towards me, made this acknowledgment: "I am free to confess that I have often been cha

l progress, morally and physically. Each night of my lectures I was entertained at a different house while there, and as a trifle to show their being in advance of other cities, I noticed that the ladies wore

linton B. Locke, I met Mrs. Potter Palmer, Mrs. Wayne MacVeagh, and Mrs. Williams, wife of General Williams, and formerly the wife of Stephen Douglas. Mrs. Locke was the best raconteur of any woman I have ever heard. Dartmouth men drove me

nly as a great place for the manufacture of whisky, and for its cast-iron stoves, but found it a city, magnificently situated on a series of bold bluffs. And when I reached my friend's house, a class of ladies, who had been easily chatting in German, wanted to stay and ask me a few questions. These showed deep

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d been most carefully prepared, and a light touch added, with frequent glints of humour. Byron declared that easy writing was very hard reading. I reversed that method, always working hard over each lecture. F

San Francisco. She urged me so eloquently to accompany her, that I left my home in Metcalf, Mass

ka from Seattle on August 8, 1899, the last boat of the season, and the last chance tourists ever

ing," and bowing right and left, I was deeply absorbed in a book; the next time I was looking at a view; another time I played I was fast asleep. He never spoke to me, only stopped an instant before me and walked on. At last, a bow-legged pilot came d

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he sailed, to look you up, and do what I could for you, as you were quite a favourite on the Eastern coast, and any ki

ions from him! Invited to call at his office with my friends, to meet desirable passengers, something nice provided for refreshment, and these

am going to smuggle you on to the bridge to see me steer and hear me give my orders that will be repeated below. But as it is again

t a muzzle. That "memory" is as clear

r person came and entreated me to go to the deck; not suspecting any plot to test me, I went with her, and found a crowd gathered there, and a good-looking young man seemed to be haranguing them. He stopped as we came along and after being introduced went on with: "As I was saying, Miss Sanborn, I regard women as greatly our inferiors; in fact, essentially unemotional,-really bovine. Do you really not agree to that?" I almost choke

nd shall be much obliged if you will jot down for me to read to this club everything you have said since you came on boar

he water with a thunderous roar. A live glacier advances a certain distance each day and retreats a little. Those who visited the glacier brought back deli

; there they could be easily speared, dried, and pitched into wagons as we pitch hay in New England. I saw t

ther bears were picking strawberries for their cubs. As I watched them strolling away,

genealogical records, and give the history of the family before whose door they stand. No one would quietly take the registered certificates of Revolutionary ancestors searched for with great care

, the practical arts of sewing, and cooking simple but appetizing dishes, has made the girls unwilling to return to their dirty homes and the filthy habits of their parents

al attention to rigid conventionalities, calls made and returned, cards left and received at just the right time, mo

of the tables after three other hungry sets had been satisfied. A few slept on the tables. All the poultry had been killed and eaten. We found the