Memories and Anecdotes

nd New Hampshire-Now Honorary President-Kind Words which I Highly Value-Three,

ew Hampshire Daughters in Massachusetts and New Hampshire, and he

olicited

. Rules might fail, but the brilliant president never. She governed a merry company, many o

take front rank among business women, is Kate Sanborn

rk for the Daughters of New Hampshire. It is all planned, and if all the women's clubs carry such a program as the one which Miss Sanbor

n, it will not be the fault of their president, who has carried on correspondence with almost every one of them, and who has planned

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ormal, spontaneous, and altogether enjoyable organization meeting that could be imagined, and the happy

our native State. To these two objects we have been steadfastly true in all the years; and how we have planned, and what we

ually precious and worthy of mention here, but

pleasant paths, and with her "twin President," Julia K. D

me down from his accustomed wall space to grace our program and the Dar

of the hills to New Hampshire's Daughters. Kate Sanborn first called for our county tributes, to renew old acquaintances and prom

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ssociation was transacted under the direction of the president, Miss Kate Sanborn, whose free construction of parliamentary law and independent adherence to common sense as against narrow conventionality, results in satisfactory pr

uence. Her ability, brightness, wit, happy way of managing, and her strong personality generally are undoubtedly a

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ow in any language. Life coming from the Source of Life must be glorious throughout. The last of life should be its best. October is the king of all the year. A man should be more

long life an

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straight through twice, and now it lies on my desk, and I read daily selections

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I have ever listened, and it left the audience talking, with such bright, happy faces, I can see it now in my mind. And they continued to repeat the happy things you said; at least my own friends did. It was not a "plea for cheerfulness," it was che

cer

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ich had a large sale for many years. Women tourists bought it to "enlarg

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of that Abandoned Farm that I had made a note of your second book. Your chapters give me as vivid an idea of Southern California as I obtained from Miss Hazard's watercolors, and that is saying a good

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libraries in Great Britain, compiled by the Library Association of the United Kingdom, recently published in London. As t

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and therefore, to me! How thoroughly you

get a little clipping from the Somerville Journal, written by Kate Sanborn; and then I shall know what the book is. If it's good, she'll say so, and if it isn't, I think she would say so;

t have kept me writing. I should have

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sunset stretching across the winter sky. Breezy Meadows is an ideal country home, and the mistress of it all is a grand woman-an honor to her sex, and a loyal

also, che

eld or ga

passing so

, and be t

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ical common sense, flashes of laughable personal history, and gems of scholarship. It is always certain that the lecture will be rendered in inimitably bright and cheery style that will enliven her au

at her feet, and bidden her help herself. With a discriminating and exacting taste, she has brought together, in book and lecture, the things that others have overlooked, or never found. She has been a kind of discoverer of thoughts and things in the by-paths of literature. She also understands "the art of putting things." But vastly more than the thought, style, and utterance is the striking personality of the writer herself. It is not enough to read the writings of Miss Sanbo

a certain way the work of her life. There is nothing, however, of the pedantic about her. She is the embodiment of a woman's wit and humour; but her forte is a certain crisp and lively co

OLY, "Je

e vein lightened with pictures of hope and cheer. He was humorous and even funny, but in every line there is a dignity not often reached by writers of witty verse or prose. Mr.

thing humorous to fill the column. He had never done anything of this kind before, and was surprised and pleased to have some of his readers congratulate him on his new "funny man." He continued to write for this column and for a long time his identity was unknown, he being referred to si

sed through several editions. Whiffs from Wild Meadows issued in 1896 has been fully as succ

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ville, Massachusetts, and his influence in l

he has used with unsurpassed effect. But this poetry was always of the simplest kind, of the

the great

the loftie

e true j

his simple

he grea

renounc

is heart a

other

s no lear

his simp

art-strings

his easi

te the following poem when

SSIONS OF

know it; 'taint no u

a lunkhead, I'm a

erduction so that a

e natur' of the c

n I walk, my j'int

hrough the air, jest

speaks to me I stu

my throat, an' he

d er thing I be; but

g an' young Jim Stum

the same hill, jest l

ds, jest like me, an

lunkhead; but them

biggest punkins an' t

an' say, "Them lun

to the worl' w'at g

head, but it didn't

d tell of him-he's g

dered off to war-a

o know it-'an he cam

od went off, the b

m bright enough to s

oad biz'ness, an' he a

didn't know it, is

hoein' I set down

r together all were

unkheads, only they

' known it, like them

settin' in the pr

s-don't get mad-an'

ho know we be-we wa

lunkheads, "Keep yer o

ze the fact, an' you

which is most quo

Y THE SIDE

d to man, and l

e of the r

it souls that

e of their

, like stars, t

lowless

er souls that b

ghways n

ve by the sid

a frien

a house by the

race of

good and the m

and as b

sit in the s

the cyni

a house by the

a frien

house by the s

of the hig

ess with the a

are faint wi

y from their smile

of an inf

my house by the

a frien

e brook-gladden

ns of weari

sses on through

hes away t

ice when the tra

h the strang

house by the

n who dwe

my house by the

race of

are bad, they are we

oolish-

d I sit in the

the cyni

my house by the

a frien

de of the Road," is, no doubt, his translation of a passage from the Iliad, book vi., wh

dwelt in stablished Arisbe, a man of substance dear to his fellows

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nkee folk with as clever humour as Bret Harte delineated Rocky Mountain life. Like Harte, Mr. Foss ha

rness all your rivers above the cataracts' brink, and then unharness man." He told me he thought the subject of mechanics was as poetical as

in his happiest mood: gently satirizing the foibles and harmless, foolish fancies of h

a tree he l

s in flower

love that gil

ns the A

he wide be

takes hol

e tender out-of-door nature. "

Foss passed away from us at the height of his strong true

have left it-he was ever a weaver at the loom of highest thought. The world is not to be civilized and redeemed by the apostles of steel and brute force. Not the Hannibals and C?sars and Ka

us the memory of our youth and many a jaded traveller as he listens to their music, see

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of epigrams, and a most unpractical, now-you-see-him and now-he's-a-far-away-fellow. I remember his remark, "Breakfast is a fatal habit." It was not the breakfast to which he referred but to the gathering round a table

s press notices, and a few of the names which

d to me: "Your travels have been so vast and you have been with so many peopl

lled over our new possessions more universally, nor o

s, especially after his visit to Siberia, b

wels, and at the other end Tolstoi in the roughest sort of peasant dress and with bare feet. At dinner Count Tol

een says

owly, and Russia is colossal. Two such republics as the United States with our great storm door called Al

aken by Mr

Athens a

tantinople a

with the Rough Riders, and in

Lawton to the Philippines

, and Botha in the Boer

ia on pass from the Czar

a, Panama, Cuba,

edonia, Servia, Hun

Europe, completing 240,000 miles in ten years, a distanc

gers, as they thought him a spy with his camera and pictures. I gave a stag dinner for him just after his ret

eat demand as a lecturer, which contained several of the best anecdotes told by this irresist

anny old "Scot" who asked him, "Have you ever heard of Andrew Carnegie in America?" "Yes, indeed," replied the traveller. "Weel," said the Scot, pointing to a little stream near-by, "in that wee b

coloured soldier walking beside Mr. MacQueen had his white officer's rations and ammunition and can-kit, carrying them in the hot tropical

l from a force of Yorkshire men very superior in numbers. Mr. MacQueen also saw a green flag of Ireland in the British lines. Turning to his Irish friend, he remarked: "Isn't it a shame to see Iri

est Africa, the wild beasts, including the man-eating tiger, may prove the correctness of Mrs. Seton Thompson's good words for them and only approac

the Faculty of Tufts College, Massachusetts, and stil

e curriculum, and his five minutes' daily talks in C

or three years at St. Lawrence University. Doctor Bolles was one of the pioneers in the lecture field and both pro

jection which has done so much for the popul

ffliction which he has borne with Christian courage a

ad to accept his call to New York as he had almost filled every room in their house with his various collections

n by the Trump

s present triumph over what would crush the a

found a letter from a reverend friend who might be an American Sidney Smit

e "Purple and

nd until its re-issue by the Seaside Library I cannot forward a copy. Then my essay, "Infantile Diseases of the Earthworm" is in Berlin for translation, as it is to be issued at the same time in Germany an

ch I am not selfish en

DEN

! Thou garish

t consumes hot

yolk of love!

sobered, at t

with lustrous an

r, so poor in pur

y trusting treasur

alifornia, S

sque of the modern English School

S

ll day on her

d trilobites! Lov

orrid, a swee

t?, fairest

our kisses-the

r minor, Poll

omeward! And w

ed at her waist

me now-my wi

tune when once yo

angels to becko

ader, deadest

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ic forecast of suffragette rule which is too gloomy, as almost every woman wi

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s smoked and the box

st whiff of the dea

hen he's idle

onesome, jo

ers his use

poor fel

ve conquered, and their

they've voted tobacc

up for a year, a

ale republi

poor fel

eason on bridge and r

less and proper, a dres

as been passed, and the ch

e comes in an

poor fel

, they say; for in he

cedar for moth-proofs

o carpets are singed, b

eaven, and h

or fell

n benches and long for

for a motor, or a fli

e in the distance, and

on the women

or a tick

ly sister, Mrs. Babcock, who was devoted to me and did more than anyone to help to

DE AT "BREEZY

y morning we'll

e dear dogs

dows 'tis pl

the light

ly fox took of

n! there a h

ve the very

stress of the

ell the lilac

uebirds in the e

rm it is in a

of it do you

rat has eaten

t a shame! pr

dearest ones t

trouble wil

Rock," in joy w

hard, flowering

r, abandoned

y the early

hose horrid hen

Mountain Fring

schief they are

ever try a

ircle," and the

which grows th

howing in a re

ppy in this p

hew the woodb

nches sproutin

little wretc

mon Alphonzo

to breakfast-

farm, surely

city market

e fresh things l

ee has taken

dish which lie

now I heard a

who slammed th

Road" we take o

rry in the p

at a splendid

feel that thi

r chickens a

Shep, he scorn

isaster mome

nk approachin

nap and give us

re and read the

horses waiting

lm and sweet a

; the peaceful

ve stock seems

earts with worr

eparate creatur

W. Ba

IN CHIC

OLD

woman, who wo

ho baked, did s

rts with her nei

turkey, her

e churned, and th

dips, and she mo

oyed her, no pr

scussion her cal

A.R. or Col

no record to

knew, she che

science, no kn

goose grease, sh

fair daughters r

ld nature direc

the rod, though h

paid her, this

undation for th

trong, and her br

Woman she made

W. Ba

ND WHICH

ds of New Brunswick, during a severe day's deluge of rain. It was at the time when Peary had rece

EAR THE NOR

o' nowhere, where the

p'ints o' compass, an'

e a blizzard, an' the

s the workin' and th

y to Baff

seal and w

is slow a-co

to g

us baskin'-bloomin'

he askin'? Well-I mis

o' nowhere, where the

nts o' compass, and the l

ack to Ba

seal and w

is long a-co

t comes

A HOUSE A

N WITH T

"The Man Wi

ing a farmer's wif

res of cleaning

and gazes thr

of wrinkles

ead a knob o

lave to sweepi

iles not and th

stall, a sist

d made shrill t

s narrowed ches

-folks and thei

ng you made a b

nion over he

irs and search t

e burden o

e they wove who

bright land o

etch of street t

hape more ang

h gabble of her

nerve-ache and

ith menace of

Masters in o

woman will you

shrill questi

of such women

every preced

teric haste to

be with cant

trade and leg

of hypocris

take the ball

ay the dust

W. Sa

PSHIRE

e Daughters

ach cup is

for years ab

eave out

ys they did

he state

ir husbands

t or take

rivations w

milies su

gals, with tw

were ent

found their

book of

wrote about

hat solves

women take

court, an

, teachers

l men in

nother his

ew Hampsh

ll will get

a sing

sober sec

not pose

fair credit

orget her

San

LO

erel) but pupperell to c

friend who begged fo

to welcome

't have a T

are my frien

t be eat,

limping, pr

eir rauco

lordly tail

eir awkwa

is my favo

d, or ré

ust stay, and

t 'em, and s

San

o the peculiar f

G IN

of "Breez

nd bleakly and

the meads you s

e sun in the hea

n heat altho' l

e guests who dre

ey entered 'twa

freeze, and withou

as welcome all

e warmth in th

lack of that s

he poet such

winter-within,

he charm of the h

eams of the yo

graciousness fo

he cold and the

spell that your

winter-we fel

e glow of your he

for us was revi

ossomed, from h

sentiment, wi

bard like a r

that, who could d

A. McC

r's Day

of The Sacred Heart, Boston, and

ated "To all who in their love for the new land have not forgotten the old." There is one of these poems which is always called for whenever the autho

erary in the sprin

horn's whiter

olk assemble and the

ng and their win

e-na-mon puts her

ear the news th

to glance on the r

Tipperary i

a poet I have had to keep wanting; but just repeating this gaily tripping tribute over and over, I suddenly se

Breezy in the spr

cs all abloom

so new, so ju

bird is a-looki

Perhaps another time I may

off one at a sitting, read it over, tore it up, and flung it in the waste basket. Then he proceeded to write something far more serious and impressive. This he sent to the committee of judges who were to choose the winner. It was never heard of. But his wife, who liked the rhythm o

ght, and fitfu

d like the wav

I as here I

ide and my b

, crown me

ngdom, and Lov

irelight upon

dearer as o

hadow behind

und us with wa

, crown me

ngdom, and Lov

ve-light incre

ght eyes with wa

t and content t

shadows that

, crown me

ngdom, and Lov

ser with peris

ervice no conqu

une that words

I on the heart

, crown me

ngdom, and Lov

kin Dur

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homesick owner, who longed to return to Nebraska, and complained that there was not grass enough on the plac

ther, never dreaming of the great surprises in store for me. As, a natural pond of water lil

y adding to the beauty of the place, growing in picturesque c

GROW AT BR

we drive daily over long stretches of solid rock, going down two or

ds. Two fascinating brooks, with forget-me-nots, blue-eyed and smiling in t

I especially remark the moccasin-

und outside a millionaire's hothouse, it is becoming rarer every year, until the picking of one in the deep forest where it

t a little distance from the house. They like to drink at the bro

are quite tame, perhaps bec

o enough cranberries in the swamp to supply our own table a

ecorative, and their fruit if skilfully mixed with r

r in our brooks. Large birds like the heron and

ow traps that now they keep away and the bluebirds take their own b

tins and swallows and wires connectin

arn roof and are occasionally

ND

HUNDRED

reat trees are com

ees, Sir?" said th

entified. "They're all Bloomers,"-said the young fellow called John. (I should have rebuked this trifling with language, if our landlady's daughter had not asked me just then what I meant by putting my wedding-ring on a tree.) "Why, m

s a first-

a hundred feet across may claim that title, according to my scale. All of them, with the questionable exception of the Springfield tree a

pread themselves since being assured that they are worthy of one of his wedding

re me so unerringly the pleasant pictures of

brilliant display. That is always a signal for me to drop all indoor engagements and from this time, the high noon of midsummer fascinations, t

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