Blackwell Family Alice Stone Blackwell 1895 Blackwell, Henry B.Alice Stone Blackwell Boston Office of The Woman's Journal No. 3 Park Street, Rec Jan 30/'95 En route to Atlanta 8:30 A.M. [Boston] Jan. 29 1895. Darling Papa:- We are somewhere between Philadelphia & Baltimore, & everything has gone smoothly thus far. It is cloudy, with a little drizzle of snow, but as we are in the cars, we don't need to care. The ventilation was better last night than it often is. I had the ventilator open over my berth the whole time, and was not cold.Mrs. Auerbach is a cheerful and good-humored companion, though somewhat loquacious. She is full of vitality - got up early this morning & took a bath all over (like H.B.B.), and has just finished a long letter to her husband, to whom she seems to be devoted. She has with her his photo, & that of her three sons & her daughter. She talked suffrage to me vigorously all yesterday evening. She is an ardent believer, & a great worker. I keep thinking of my dear Papa, with his bad cold, & the hearing & the Journal & everything on his hands. I hope all will go well, and that you will take care of yourself & not sit down in draughts. I have breakfasted on a raw egg and some oatmeal crackers, & have had no gripes. Lots & lots of love Kubbe. Alice Stone Blackwell Boston OFFICE OF The Woman's Journal Rec June 19 /gr No. 3 Park Street. BOSTON, June 17, 1895 Darling Papa:- After you had gone, I sat down & went through the heap of clippings on the library table, which you had declared your belief I should never look at. I wanted to falsify your prediction[s]! I fixed up a lot of them, & got them ready for the printers. I mailedsome letters, & went over & invited Mrs. Adkinson to come to dinner; & then had Barsam sweep the back attic, which was frightfully dirty from having been re-shingled. Mrs. Adkinson & June appeared in due time, & Aunt Ellen returned from Cornelia's, who had wept to bid her farewell; & we had boiled fresh salmon, & the first green peas of our own raising, & it was very nice, & I wished you could have had some. June did great execution upon the bananas. After dinner, I read Sir Charles Grandison to make me sleepy; & now I shall run down [*& post this, & then to bed. With ever so much love to my darling dear Papa, his aff. Kubbe.*] Miss Stone Blackwood NATIONAL WOMAN'S CHRISTIAN TEMPERANCE UNION DEPARTMENT OF FRANCHISE MRS. LOUISE C. PURINGTON, M.D., Superintendent Rec June 21/95 MISS ALICE STONE BLACKWELL, Associate Superintendent 3 Park Street, Boston Mass. LECTURERS MISS FRANCES E. WILLARD LADY HENRY SOMERSET, Evanston, Ill. Evanston, Ill. MRS. SUSAN S. FESSENDEN MRS. CLARA C. HOFFMAN 171 Tremont Street, Boston 510 Rialto Building, Kansas City, Mo. MISS RENA A. MICHAELS, Ph. D. Miss E. U. YATES Albion, Mich Round Pond, Me. 3 Park St., Boston, Mass. June 19 1895 Darling Papa:- This morning on the way into town I shall get the Herald & look with interest to see what news there is from the Cleveland convention. Yesterday I lunched at the Register Office, with Mrs. Barrows, Wm. Garrison & the rest. The Wellingtonshave lent the Garrisons their house at Wianno The Garrisons' own house there is rented. They have agreed to take three boarders, & Mr. G. says he shall have to sleep in the parlor! At present his family are at Wianno, & he is occupying their big house at Brookline in solitary grandeur. He says he likes it, & he wishes his wife could be equally free from care. NATIONAL WOMAN'S CHRISTIAN TEMPERANCE UNION DEPARTMENT OF FRANCHISE MRS. LOUISE C. PURINGTON, M.D., Superintendent MISS ALICE STONE BLACKWELL, Associate Superintendent 3 Park St., Boston Mass. LECTURERS MISS FRANCES E. WILLARD, LADY HENRY SOMERSET, Evanston, ILL. Evanston, ILL. MRS. SUSAN S. FESSENDEN, MRS. CLARA C. HOFFMAN 171 Tremont Street, Boston. 510 Rialto Building, Kansas City, Mo. MISS RENA A. MICHAELS, Ph.D. Miss E.U. YATES, Albion, Mich Round Pond, Me. 3 Park., Boston, Mass. 189 In the afternoon I looked after the printers, & did a little shopping & came home by the 4:50 train. Mr. Bedrosian came to dinner (he is the one who looks like a Russian) & spent the evening. I enjoyed it, but he always stays rather late. That is the onlyfault I have to find with him. He brought me a lot of photos of Bulgarians in native costume, & a copy of "Haik", the Armenian paper published in N.Y., from which he trans- lated an account of the presentation of the clock. By the way, that package of MS is found. The disaster you have been all along predicting has happened. While we were at dinner yesterday we heard a great outcry of birds, & found that Mr. Pratt's cat had climbed up to the nest on the front porch and killed one of the young birds. We drove her away & got the step-ladder & moved the nest to the ledge over the door, where no cat can climb. There are 2 more young birds. Lots of love, Kubbe P.S. My blue gown had got all worn off around the bottom, and I told Beth to put a new binding around the bottom. I heard the sewing machine going last night, & supposed she was doing it; but this morning she told me that she had been unable to manage it, and Barsam had done it! You knowhe used to be a tailor. He has done it very nicely, too. It looks as good as new. This afternoon I am going on a picnic with the New England Women's Press Association, which I know you would approve of. Mr. Bowditch has written inviting you to come to his cottage in the Adirondacks when I do this fall. OFFICE OF The Woman's Journal, NO. 3 PARK STREET, En route to Canada Boston, July 17 1895 Darling Papa:- It is about 2 P.M., I guess. All has gone well & serenely, except that Miss Hayes has not appeared; but as I was not hankering for her society, that does not matter either, except for her own sake. I hope she is not ill. I finished my editorial & mailed it at Nashua, & since then have alternately dozed & looked out at lovely scenery, or noticed good-looking Vermont people on the train.There are a few Christian En- deavorers along, but not many - no crush at all. I feel like Christian when his burden rolled off. Have eaten my six slices of bread & jelly with an appetite. I feel mean at going off & leaving you with all the load, but it was necessary for me to go if I was to be any good this fall. Give my regards to Uncle G. & Howard, & remember to order a bowl & pitcher; also that we want coal, & that the cellar is to be white washed. These Vermont hills, rivers & woods are charming. why don't the silly people come here instead of rushing to be uncomfortable at Newport & Bar Harbor? Lots of love, Kubbe. The Arlingon, W. C. LINDSAY, Proprietor. Newport, Vermont, July 17, 1895 Darling Papa:- On getting here, I found that the "Lady of the Lake" had repaired her damages, and would run to Georgeville to-morrow; so I shall not need to be guilty of the ex- travagance of chartering the [Owel] "Owl", or [to] go on to Stanstead Junction by rail & there take a rickety stage over perpendicular hills. It is much pleasanter to go by water as usual. I have been out & done various small shoppings which I did Above all, take good care of my dear Papa. Your affectionate Kubbe.not have time for in Boston. Among other things, I bought a nice hot-water bottle; so your mind may be easy about that. Also a pair of shoes. I have had dinner (roast beef, baked potatoes &c.), and am preparing to go to bed early. I shall think of you to morrow grinding away in the printing office; & on Friday I hope Uncle G. & Howard will be with you. I shouldn't be a bit surprised if Emma came along to see them off. If she does, give her my love. Remember that Beth's foot is not fit for anything but a slipper yet, and do not give her any errand to do that would necessitate shoes. Alice Stone Blackwell Georgeville P.[A?] July, 19 1985 Darling Papa:- Today I suppose you will see Uncle G. & Howard off, & will more than half wish you were going too. Well, I hope they will have a voyage. I found Arthur Wyman (Mrs. Elizabeth B. [Celrace's?] grandson) waiting on the wharf at Georgeville. He says his grandmother is as well as she ever was, except that she cannot walk. They have rigged up an elevator to take her up & down stairs. Isn't she a wonderful old lady? It was too rough on the lake for them to have rowed my baggage home, & moreover it seems they were not expecting me; and Arthur had walked over to the village, to go riding horseback. He engaged a team to bring my baggage over (as soon as some team should come in; they were all employed at the time), & I walked over to camp. Having nothing to carry buy my umbrella, this was no hardship. There is a beautiful view of the lake & mountains, & there were any quantity of milkweeds in blossom all along the road, with flocks of golden brown butterflies clinging to them - perfectly beautiful. At the farmhouse where we turn in from the high road, I found Mrs. Wilcox (the farmer's wife) bringing a pail of water from the barn, though she had a miscarriage only ten days ago. These poor Canadian women do have a hard time. She is a good little woman. I was glad to remember that I had in my trunk some dolls for her children, which Mrs. Hollingsworth was sending up to them. Soon after leaving the farmhouse, I came in sight of a herd of cows, & prepared my umbrella for battle; but they paid noattention to me. Then I came to a newly made road which turned off, & remembering that the disobliging Mr. Pierce had objected to our using the road which led through his camp, so that Aunt Isabel had had to have a new one made at great expense, I took it for granted that that was the road & followed it; & after a pleasant walk through the woods among the ferns & the great sugar maples, it brought me out at the Holbrooks' deserted camp! They have not arrived yet. From there it is a short & very pretty walk along the shore to our camp; so I followed the shore - & felt melancholy when I passed the path leading up to the place where Channes' tent used to be. Just before I reached our camp Arthur Celapp (Channing Celapp's youngest son) came bounding along the path to meet me. It had occurred to them that I might be coming that way, & he had started to see. Then they all turned out - Aunt Isabel, Miss Jacobs, Mrs. Wentworth, Rose Hollingsworth, & a flock of boys & girls; & the girls & women folks kissed me, & the boys shook hands & said they were glad I had come; & I sat & regaled myself with oatmeal crackers & milk (having come off with rather a hastydinner), while they told me how many false alarms of my arrival there had been. They had sent a boat over to Georgeville the evening before to meet me, & a team that morning, at the time when the "Lady" usually gets in (but that day she omitted her morning trip); and when the Owl steamed up to Mr. Pierce's wharf, they raced over there, thinking I was on board; and after they had gone to bed, they heard some small steam vessel approaching with repeated toots, and they thought that that time it was I for certain, & they went down to the wharf in their night-dresses, with lanterns, & Aunt Isabel blew the bugle in answer to the toots of the steamer, & after all it didn't stop here! You see the steamboat service has been all disorganized, owing to the breaking down of the "Lady," so they did not know how or when I should come. Remember me to Stella Hall & her sister. Please send my letters on to Emma. My baggage over all right last night. Yours affectionately, Kubbe.Alice Stone Blackwell Georgeville PQ Rec July 22/ [qv?] OFFICE OF The Woman's Journal N 3 Park Street BOSTON, July 20 1895 Darling Papa:- Before I forget it: will you please send to Miss Lettie S. Bigelow, Holyoke, Mass., six copies of a W.C.T.U. circular - a set of questions with blanks for answers - which you will find on the top shelf of the little cupboard at the printing office, where we keep MSS? Arthur Wyman says Wm. Garrison lately sent Mrs. Chace a long letter in rhyme, describing the doingsat Osterville, & Mrs. Chace replied to it, also in rhyme. July 21. Yesterday there was great excitement over the advent of a sheep & two lambs, which have been ordered, as an amiable & picturesque addition to the live-stock of the camp. The Canadian boy who brought them brought one wrong lamb, & his mother arrived shortly after with the right one; but meanwhile the wrong one had been let loose, & it proved impossible to catch it again. The pretty, silly little beasts scampered in every direction in wild alarm. The tall Canadian woman said they were not accustomed to seeing people around, & that they were as much afraid of her as [she] if she OFFICE OF The Woman's Journal, No. 3 Park Street were a bear; so you may imagine their feelings when a whole BOSTON, 189 crowd of [ex] interested & exclamatory campers were pursuing them. The two lambs finally got through the fence & escaped into the forest; & the old ewe, exhausted with running & terror, lay down & refused to move. After unavailing efforts to make her change her mind, she was bundled into a blanket & carried into camp as in a hammock, borne by Mrs. Barrows & six laughing boys - the funniest procession you ever saw - & was [le] tethered under the trees in the placewhere we wanted her. Certain Canadians set out in search of the lambs, [bu] & after dinner all the camp boys were to join in the hunt; but before the end of the meal the two Canadians returned, each with a meek-looking lamb over his shoulders. They looked like pictures of the Good Shepherd. The lambs were tethered, & were coaxed with salt, & hay, & water, & finally began to nibble; & this morning they were comparatively composed, though still coy. It is pretty to see Amy Wentworth & Ruth Adams coaxing them with handfuls of grass or of salt, & Mrs. Barrows uttering seductive "ke-day ke-days" [a] to them. The old ewe has been taken home as superfluous. OFFICE OF The Woman's Journal No. 3 Park Street Since I began to write, I heard a BOSTON, 189 little scratching at the door of my tent, & a lively brown squirrel came in, ran around the floor, & climbed into my lap without ceremony, to see if I had any peanuts for him. Finding none, he departed in disgust. He comes almost every morning. Oh, Papa, do you wonder I like camp? Think of having squirrels climb into your lap! Yesterday I had a letter from Ohannes. He [is] was in Paris, [&] with Mr. Barrows & Mabel, & was in a state of overflowingrapture with the galleries, sculptures, music & what not. July 22. Yesterday evening we all went out on the lake in the flat-bottomed scow, with the organ, and sang hymns. This morning early, Mrs. Barrows, Rose Hollingsworth & I stole down to the lake & took a bath - the other two in their skins, I in a very scanty bathing suit. To-day Mrs. Barrows expects to drive to Newport & back - 20 miles each way. She says she shall sleep to-night without rocking. To-night I suppose Hattie Turner will go home with you. Please remember me to [her] her, & the Miss Halls, & Mrs. Dorsey, & Beth, & Barsam. And keep a great deal of love for yourself. KubbeH.B. Blackwell Office of The Woman's Journal, No. 3 Park Street. Boston, July 21 1895. Sunday afternoon 6pm. A quiet day (very hot) Harry Spofferd and Robert my only guests. We are about starting for a drive to the Crematory, as Harry wishes to see "Aunt Lucys" urn. I enclose clippings from papers received today. I find some interesting items especially from Salt Lake where both Republican and Democratic Conventions have endorsed woman suffrage and shown great respect to the women. It really looks as tho they will come in without opposition. I suppose Miss Turner and Misses Hall will come out tomorrow. Harry and Robert return to Washington on Wednesday. They are like two children-didnt come down to breakfast this am till 9.30 after ringing two bells and tapping at their door. Mrs. Dorsey takes things good naturedly. I try to make things go as smoothly as possible. I have spent the day inclipping newspapers - nothing new. Mrs. Mareau's package has come & will be delivered tomorrow. Your letter describing your arrival at Camp came to day. Goodbye. Take the world easy as I am doing. Yours affy Henry B Blackwell Office of The Woman's Journal, No. 3 Park Street. Boston, July 22 1895 Dearest Alicekin This is Monday 2 PM hot & muggy. If the weather holds I shall get up a corporation for the canning of mosquitoes which are abundant & ready to be caught. Mrs. Mareau called today for a supply of Armenian W. Columns which I will see to. Please sign the enclosed order as recording Secy. & return to Mrs Harriet Taylor Upton. Your 2d letter from Camp reached me today. Neither Miss Turner nor the Misses Hall have yet appeared. They are so afraid of coming too soon, that I find it hard to make them assured of the fact that their rooms are ready. No news Yours affy Henry B BlackwellH.B. Blackwell I remail a photograph recd from [W] Fresno, California. Please have read aloud Lieu Gov Wolcott’s oration, which I enclose, to Mrs Barrows. It is really very fine H.B.B. H.B. Blackwell Office of The Woman's Journal, No. 3 Park Street. Boston, July 23 1895 Dear Alicekin All well. Weather not quite so warm. Harry & Robert still here. They go back on Wednesday. Miss Turner and the Misses Hall will come tonight - Things are quiet. There is a narrow minded but sincere pamphlet come from Chicago, which gives the view of the average American objector to woman suffrage so well, that I think I shall send it to you. It is based on the false assumption that woman suffrage means celibacy, a spurious ideal of impossible womanly independence, and a distaste for the domestic duties which naturally belong to women.- Only by excluding on the lines of race and religion ourforeign immigration, and by persuading our Anglo Saxon population to marry & multiply, can the country be saved from ruin! the book is a curious mixture of truth & falsehood, but it is about the view held by a majority of the native American people, who alone have any views on the subject. On the 27th I am to go to Greenacre & shall run [off] over & spend Sunday with Emily, returning on Monday morning to Boston. The house is quiet & pleasant - An invasion of ants has compelled us to spread horrid - smelling discouragements on the dinning room and library floors, & fly paper is in much request. With kind regards to all friends, in haste, Yours affy Henry B Blackwell Alice Stone Blackwell Rec July 30/95 OFFICE OF The Woman's Journal NO. 3 PARK STREET. Georgeville, P.Q. Canada. [Boston], July 25 1895 Darling Papa: - The much-desired rain came last night, & this morning everything is moist & fresh in the early sunlight. It is nice to hear the rain patter on the roof of one's tent in the night & to know that it cannot get in. Your letter enclosing Lieut. Gov. Wolcott's speech came yesterday, also thebig photo from California, and a nice letter from Frank Garrison, saying that Mrs. Smith is taking hold well, & Miss Turner contributing all sorts of valuable suggestions. He is particularly pleased with Mrs. Diggs' [appeal] address to the remonstrants. I think it was excellent. It would be almost worth while to set it up once more, for the sake of getting it into the Column. To-day you will be toiling away in the printing office. It seems mean for me to be here resting & enjoying [your]myself while you are not getting any vacation. But I shall hope to work the better for it in the fall. Lots of love. Be good to Beth; & remember me kindly to Mrs. Dorsey. Yours affectionately, Kubbe Alice Stone Blackwell Georgeville Rec Jan 26/95 Aug, " 26 Office of The Woman's Journal, No. 3 Park Street Georgeville, P. Q., Canada, [Boston] July 23, 1895 Darling Papa: -- Yesterday we had an accident. Poor little George, the youngest of the Putnam twins, got hit with a golf ball on the side of the head, so hard that it knocked him over; & he is now in bed, with clothes wet with ice water on the sore place. The doctor says the skull is notfractured, and he will get over it unless inflammation sets in; but of course we are anxious about him. Poor Aunt Isabel, who had driven 40 miles yesterday-- 20 miles to Newport & 20 back--insisted upon sitting up with him all last night, & changing the wet cloths on his head every five minutes. There were plenty of others who wanted to do it, but she would not trust it to anybody but herself. The girls & the other boys have been very kind and nice about OFFICE OF The Woman's Journal, No. 3 Park Street. Boston,-----------189 tending him. It is a beautiful day, sunny and windy. I went down about 6 A.M. & took a dip in the lake. The two lambs are getting much tamer. They are brother & sister. We call them Jack & Jill. Jack is much the stronger, & constantly breaks his rope--from which Aunt Isabel derived a new argumentfor the superiority of the masculine sex. But we find he can be prevented from wandering away by keeping Jill tied. He stays close by her. He is a very good little brother. Tell Hattie Turner I have begun upon her canned figs--am munching one at this moment-- & they are very nice. Mrs. Lillie Chace Wyman, Arthur's mother, is expected to arrive at Georgeville to-day. She will board in the village. Darling Papa, my heart is with you all the time. There does not seem to be much news. I am sending my editorial to Simonds by this mail; also a short ed. about the Arena. Please let it go in. The Arena really deserves it. I have had it on my conscience to write it for some time. Yours with much love, Kubbe. Georgeville, P.Q., Canada. July 29, 1895. Darling Papa: -- I suppose you spent yesterday at Aunt Emily's. I sent a letter to her instead of one to you. I hope you had a good time. I am well. No special news. We have had two rainy days - quite a novelty, & very much needed - but yesterday afternoon was beautiful, & to-day there is not a cloud in the sky. Miss Jacobs expects to go home on Sunday. I shall miss her. If screens can be kept in all the windows, &spring put on the piazza door, it will rid you of flies better than the fly-paper, which is a cruel way of killing them. Little George Putnam continues to improve. His father came up to see him, with a brace of doctors, but they found him doing well, & went home again. Send me that anti- suffrage pamphlet from Chicago, please. I am curious to see it. I hope you had a good time at Greenacre. Darling Papa, I always feel very mean to go off & rest & leave you to toil on alone! Yesterday I lined my hat with arbor-vitae twigs, and got a lot of raspberries in it, up behind the tent we call Armenia, which Ohannes used to occupy, & which now stands empty, off by itself in the woods. I wish you could have had some of them! With much love, KubbeGeorgeville, Quebec, Canada. July 31, 1895. Darling Papa: Yesterday Miss Jacobs & I took a walk up through the maple sugar grove, with its multitude of noble tall maple stems rising like the columns of a cathedral, & then through pastures full of raspberries & life everlasting, with beautiful big blue mountains looming in the distance, to the farmhouse; & there the farmer's pretty little daughter took us up the road to see their flower-garden, a little patch of flowers in the midst of a wilderness of vegetables. There were sweet peas of wonderful colors, but little Ida May's admiration was more excited by a red poppy. Their yellow cat accompanied us, & followed us all the way home to the [?] afterwards, though we seathd at her; & last night when we departed to bed shewas cosily asleep on one of the sofas in the cabin. Little George Putnam is out & about again, [&] rather pale, but as cheerful as ever. The doctor says he had a very narrow escape. Mrs. Barrows says that if the golf ball which hit him had been thrown by a [gi] boy instead of a girl, it would certainly have smashed his skull right in. I have had time to read The Woman's Journal a little more carefully since writing last, & I highly approve of the short eds. I think you took just the right ground about Utah; & you put it so well that I could have thrown up my hat & given you three cheers. There is not much news to report here except the changes of the weather & the antics of the squirrels & the pet lambs. To-day Miss Jacobs & I think of going after balsam fir wherewith to stuff pillows. She goes home tomorrow. I shall miss her. I set the breakfast table every morning, & after breakfast work for an hour at Mamma's memoir, & then do whatever happens. I hope you save for Beth any tickets to entertainments which come to the Woman's Journal, for I am afraid she will have rather a dull summer. Mr. Morrison might get her tickets to some of the matinées, if there are any nice ones going on. Please remember me always to Mrs. Dorsey. With much love, Kubbe Alice Stone Blackwell Georgeville, Quebec, Canada. July 29, 1985. Darling Papa: This [morning] evening we have had a little shower after a glorious day. Aunt Isabel is reading aloud a story by Alice Brown - our friend "Bobbie." A volume of short stories by her is just out, & Mrs. Barrows reads them aloud in the evening. They are very good. I am going to write to the publishers and ask them to send the Woman's Journal a copy for review. I am sending my editorial to the Woman's Journal by this mail. The Woman's Journal came today. It looks well. I see that you are using "Humorous" which I did not select. I pasted enough to last while I was gone. There is no objection to your using any Humorous that you come across & like, of course; but I don't want you to have the trouble of looking out Humorous everyweek unless you want to. I posted enough for two months. If you didn't find it in your bag, or in the little cupboard in the printing office, you will find it in the little topmost drawer at the right hand, inside my desk in the parlor. Mrs. Lillie Chase Wyman is staying at Georgeville, & often comes over, looking like a handsome young gipsy, to visit the camp & see her curly-headed boy. Excuse this paper. I had been writing my editorial, & had no other without going through the wet grass to my tent. July 30. Last night by the time I went to bed the stars were shining. This morning it is raining again. Do you find Miss Turner & the two Miss Halls congenial, or do they worry you? Please ask Beth not to forget to send Lizzie [the] copies of the two photographs in which Lizzie made one of the group. My dear Papa, I wish I could be here & at home at the same time. I hope you are well looked after. How about that man? Have you ejected him? Please remember me kindly to Mrs. Dorsey. Yours with much love, Kubbe. Georgeville, Quebec, Canada. July 31, 1895. Darling Papa: I have just finished my morning's hour of work on Mamma's biography. Secretly I have shrunk a good deal from beginning on it, feeling as if it would be very painful work. But thus far I have been copying out her own reminiscences (from the article on "Formative Influences" which she half prepared for the Forum, and from the rough draft of the chapter on her childhood which she wrote for Mrs. Amy Talbot Dunn's book on the "Childhood of Distinguished Women.") And she evidently had so healthy and happy a childhood, she describes it with such gusto, and the whole of her reminiscences are pervaded by such a healthy, cheerful, resolute spirit, that I find it not depressing, but actually inspiring. If reading these things does other people as much good as it does me, it will be well worth while to write the book.Her whole view of life was so much healthier than the pessimistic one now prevalent that it seems as if it must be truer-at least one feels so while one is under the influence of her spirit. It is the most fortunate thing that that rough draft of the account of her childhood was preserved! It is invaluable for the memoir. I brought along one or two little French stories which have been prepared for pupils, and sent to the Journal for review; and one of them, "L'historie d'un [dan] Paysan," by Erekmann-Chatrian, gives a most interesting account of the introduction of the potato among the French peasants; how a few were brought from a neighboring region where they had begun to be cultivated, and one peasant more progressive than the others planted his garden with these "Hanoverian roots," & the curé denounced them as of the devil because they came from an heretical place, & the neighbors made fun of him & declared they would never grow, & his hired boy (who is supposed to be telling the story in his old age), had to have continual fights with all the other boys who were [continually] always making [fun of his] uncivil jokes about his master's Hanoverian roots, & the great excitement when they finally sprouted, & how all the neighbors came & hung over the garden wall; & the amazement when it was found what a lot of them could be dug out of one hill; & the first dinner where they had them to eat, & how delicious everybody thought them; & how there was not another famine for forty years, thanks to the potatoes, though up to that time [that it] they had had famines almost constantly. I may not have got all the particulars quite straight, but that is the general idea of it; and I have enjoyed my potatoes at dinner better ever since reading it. I suppose the Goodridges leave for Squibnocket to-day. I hope the weather is not as windy and showery in Boston as it is here to-day.Miss Clapp attended the Armenian meeting in Faneuil Hall the other day, & has sent me a very lively account of it & of the procession. She says Mr. Gulesian, Mr. Papazian & two other Armenians whom she did not know, rode in a carriage, & the rest marched. Aug. 1. We are wearing our winter clothes, & are glad of them. Miss Jacobs is leaving this morning, & the Holbrook family are expected to arrive. Someone reading the Transcript announced that Miss Anthony was dead, and it gave me a shock, though the same paragraph went on to say that the report proved to be a mistake. I am looking out for a letter from you telling about your visit to Aunt Emily. I hope you wont give up your plan of spending a week in Vermont with the Spoffords this summer. Then you could come on and spend a few days with me. I should like to have you see the camp & the campers, & also to have them see my Papa. With much love, Kubbe. P.S. The bill of the Mailing Co. has been forwarded here from Dorchester. I enclose a blank cheque, which you can fill out & mail after verifying their bill.