Blackwell Family Alice Stone Blackwell General Correspondence Par-Pat1 Seattle, Washington. May 1, 1906. 1025 Seneca St. My dear Miss Blackwell: Our dear Mrs. Omes who has been working so valiantly for suffrage is just now looking forward to an event of tremendous importance - a June motherhood - her first experience - so the suffrage cause is in abeyance for a time in the northwest part of the state. We are hoping tho' that she will consent to stand for State President next time. I tried to bring it about this year but I am not much of a wirepuller - that is I might be, I suppose, but I never try. I enclose a little clipping about Mrs. Neiller's gift of a playground thinking it might be of interest. Are you aware that Oregon votes on two amendments this year to give cities home rule? One giving the initiative and referendum to all cities and towns and another 2 prohibiting the State legislature from giving special charters to cities or amending their charters. - all cities and towns to frame their charters under general laws and to amend them as well subject only to the State Constitution and the Criminal Laws of the State. Dr. Cora Smith Eaton who has been living here since New Years is a charming addition to the suffrage coterie. She and I went across the lake to start a suffrage club last week. [*San Fran Earthquake*] The California[n] tragedy is appalling but the women have been so plucky. Seven babies born in the park that first night, a Spreckels among others it is rumored. There's a report that Millet's "Man with the Hoe" was saved but - oh - hospitals and the insane- but bitterest of all to me has been the temper of the soldiers. It all reads more like a European story than one written in our own America. Petty tyrrany, and bold murder - men crazed for liquor3 and others crazed with it. There has been a great deal of shooting. The militia [as well as] even more than the regulars have disgraced themselves. The police acted better. But there has been an intimidation that would have been impossible it seems during the Chicago fires. And the Californians have stood it, tho' the feeling is very bitter. Absolutely senseless murders have been committed. A college friend of mine who was caught there by the militia -- he was in an auto looking for his mother and sister had the auto confiscated and was made to work all day piling brick. It was the spirit of the whole thing which was despicable. He says that a woman was shot dead while warming some milk for a babe perhaps because she built a fire where it was forbidden and a man when he [entered] opened his own showcase after having obtained permission of one guard -- another fifteen feet away taking advantage of that opportunity for target practice -- Really, that is the spirit. And the people endure it. 4 Are we not going down hill? A soldier ordered a policeman to pick up a dead body. The police man repeated the order to the soldier - the soldier shot him dead. And there has been no martial law declared to even give color of legality. The soldiers made the Chinamen pay five dollars apiece to cross through the lines. Ye gods! It makes my blood boil. Shall we ever be rid of the soldier unless the women have a share in the law? My college friend - who is Pros. Atty of this Co. - said he talked with a lieutenant protesting as to the high handed methods, and he was answered. "I wouldn't halt a man twice. If he didn't stop the first time I'd shoot". Father says that is not even a rule of war - that always the halt is given three times and that in the Chicago fire where one man only was shot by a sentinel he has halted three times - but was drunk and the cadet - a boy - was tried for murder and acquitted. Tho'5 indignation was very keen. The Assoc. Press is suppressing the terrible details of the disaster to prevent a panic and I believe San Francisco will rebuild. But, oh, for some social system that would make it possible for those people to soon become self supporting. Our civilization produces such an enormous quantity of middlemen and hangers on - they will suffer so. A letter from Mr. Munrow the story writer says that the levelling has brought out the brotherhood - the humanity. And that many for the first time in their lives have enough to eat - and it tells so with the little children they look so happy and well. I must stop With kind regards Adella M. Parker We saw Lucy Anthony as she went to Portland. Several of our H.S. girls wrote their orations on S. B. A. Oregon will surely carry. We must get the referendum. (*L.S. Biog*] THE GARDEN HOUSE 16 BERKELEY STREET CAMBRIDGE, MASSACHUSETTS April 3, 1931 My dear Miss Blackwell, Thank you for your card of Easter greeting with its lines of cheer. You have been in our thoughts especially of late for my husband has been reading aloud to me evenings your life of your mother. We have found it very interesting and think it must be great satisfaction to you to have been able to give to the world such a vivid and beautiful picture of the lives and work of both your parents. I am glad to have the copy of the book that you so kindly[*L.S. Biog*] THE GARDEN HOUSE 16 BERKELEY STREET CAMBRIDGE, MASSACHUSETTS APRIL 3, 1931 My dear Miss Blackwell, Thank you for your card of Easter greetings with its lines of cheer. You have been in our thoughts especially of late for for my husband has been reading aloud to me evenings your life of your mother. We have found it very interesting and think it must be great satisfaction to you to have been able to give to the world such a vivid and beautiful picture of the lives and work of both your parents. I am glad to have the copy of the book that you so kindlyinscribed for me at Christmas time. I enclose a little remembrance of Easter in these few flowers from Palestine. You may have received a bunch of these cards, as we did - I hope you did not, for then this will be more of a novelty. With best greetings for Easter, Cordially yours, Louise Merritt ParkerLouise Merritt Parker w Palestine flowersBureau of Marriage Counsel and Education Inc. April 18th, 1941. Miss Alice Stone Blackwell, 1010 Massachusetts Avenue Cambridge, Mass. Dear Miss Blackwell, Thank you so much for your lovely Easter greeting. I think of you always with affection and admiration for the way in which you have faced the difficulties of life. I am enclosing some material which will tell you what I am doing at the present time. Affectionately, VALERIA HOPKINS PARKER, M.D.BUREAU OF MARRIAGE COUNSEL AND EDUCATION, INC. 54 WEST 53RD STREET. NEW YORK, N. Y. Telephone: PLaza 8-2821 A Local and National Service WHAT IT IS A non-profit, non-sectarian center for sex education. During the past three years, the Bureau served 20,000 persons, of whom 1,600 were girls facing unmarried motherhood. Requests for advice have come from every state in the Union, Canada, the Philippines, Hawaii, Porto Rico, Panama Canal Zone, England, Scotland, and China. WHAT IT DOES Maintains a Center for personal consultation. Refers clients to local and state agencies throughout the United States and Canada. Provides Lectures, Seminars, Institutes. Supplies Articles for Publication. Collects Research Materials on problems of Sex and Marriage. Distributes Social Hygiene Literature. Conducts monthly column in popular magazine which reaches many who do not know where else to go for help. One-half of the consultation and lecture service must be rendered without fee. Will you share in maintaining and extending this work to promote sound social relationships and happy family life? No other agency is providing the same type of service. Ideals and Education for young men about to enter the Army, Navy or Air Services are more important than prophylaxis after enlistment. Board of Trustees Dr. Henry Noble MacCracken, President Dr. Robert Laton Dickinson, Vice-President and Director of Research Mrs. Charles Edward Butler, Secretary Walter C. Leck, Treasurer Philip Elterman, Legal Counsel Miss Henrietta Additon Dr. Emily T. Burr A. Benson Cannon, M.D. Dr. Sidney E. Goldstein Major General Merritte W. Ireland Mrs. Junius Judson Dr. Helen Judy-Bond Edward L. Keyes, M.D. Mrs. Harold Vincent Milligan Mrs. Ruth Bryan Owen Rohde Wilbur Ward, M.D. Mrs. Harry Stearns Dr. L. Foster Wood Valeria Hopkins Parker, M.D., Director [Kate Frankenthal, M.D., Associate Director] ADVISORY COMMITTEE Reverend Roelif H. Brooks Dr. Jacob Goldberg John A. P. Millet, M.D. Bureau of Marriage Counsel and Education for Social and Family Relations. Valeria Hopkins Parker, M.D., Director Sixty-two West Fifty-eighth Street, New York PLaza 8-2821 May 3, 1943. Miss Alice Stone Blackwell, 1010 Massachusetts Avenue, Cambridge, Massachusetts. Dear Miss Blackwell: I wish to thank you for your card of Easter greeting. I hope the year may bring brighter days for us all. With affectionate remembrances, I am Cordially Yours, Valeria Hopkins Parker Personal Counsel Lecture, Institute and Advisory Service By Appointment - PLaza 8-2821[*P*] 15 Batavia Street Boston Dear Miss Blackwell During a conversation with Dr. Clara Gary yesterday, she gave me your address to seek your interest & advice saying she knows no one with larger interests, scope or quicker intuition to grasp one's needs & place their wares! Briefly, after twenty five years abroad with all sorts of experiences in England, France, Germany & Suisse, I returned to nice support toward founding a small International Hostel near Bâle in Suisse to be in easy reach of Freiburg & Strasburg Universities, knowing the larger scope intellectually, musically & dramatically in winter and the three mountain ranges of Suisse Alps, Schwarzwald & Vosges for sports and natural pursuits. I know the life well, from a year in Freiburg during Ruhr Occupation & came here direct from two years in Colmar teaching English, & and lived three years in Geneva. Since losing my little home in England, I need to save & my long absence has made it difficult to find my place in my native city & nice support toward my long cherished goal. I will gladly answer all questions, show you my credentials and be most gratefulfor any suggestions you may have to offer after hearing & thinking over details. My beloved friend [Noelle?] du Roveray of Geneva introduced me to Dr. Gary, who has been under great strain for many months with the illness & death of her brother and yesterday is the first intimate conversation we have had the entire year. I appreciate it, and feel keenly her great fatigue. Should you prefer to appoint a rendez- vous by telephone, 5692 R. Copley is the address, and my landlady Mrs. Godfrey will gladly deliver any messages should I be out. I hope I may receive your interest. Your Sincere Miss Willetta Parker Jan. 15th 1928 I may be wrong but feel we have mutual friends! [*Wiletta Parker*]6 Leicester Street Auburn, Mass March 7, 1930 Dear Miss Blackwell I am sending you a copy of my story about you and review of the book. I hope I shall have the pleasure of seeing your book about your parents. I enjoyed so much meeting you and hearing first hand of your work in translating. Sincerely yours, Margaret [Setchell?] Parsons301 S. Huntington Ave. Jamaica Plain, Mass. Dear Miss Blackwell: Thank you for your inspiring Christmas greeting. I would like to send such a one to every person I know. All your acquaintances should be better people for knowing you. Thank you again for your remembrance. Sincerely, Sara E. ParsonsPOST CARD Miss Alice Stone Blackwell 1010 Mass, Ave.- [Boston, Mass] CambOctober 26, 1945 Dear Miss Blackwell: I want to tell you that I am glad that you are still with us and that your influence is still felt on the side of justice and good citizenship- Hoping your light may shine for us a long time Your sincere admirer, Sara E. Parsons[*Jeannie Partridge-blind*] Weyauwega Wi March 18. 1931 My Very Dear Friend: I have lost the card you sent me about the book of your mothers life and feel that I cannot do without the book and enclose a check for it. I am as I told you so dim of vision that all reading is very difficult and so deaf people do not like to read to me and the doctor warns me that I ought not to read only a very few moments at a time and I really do miss almost all reading still I know I can once in a while take up the good book and get comfort from its perusal. I think Lincoln was our very greatest citizen during the beginningperiod of the civil war and feel that your mother should in history be classed with him in being foremost in suffrage to help women have the opportunity to help the coontry in all good works and am greatly disappointed that so few in proportion rise to their responsibilities. If women were really in earnest there woold be no necessity for delay in law enforcement. The schools graduate them by the thousand and they do not remember the efforts of those who opened the way for their advancement I got some nice leather bound volomes of History in our village library and they permitted them to be taken elsewhere I got four volomes in the 4 I am still working for the young Indians the last three years even more then ever before and believe the good influence of this mission school will be felt throogh all succeeding generations. I know you have been an earnest worker in every good movement past as your parents were I cannot read writing and have to send my letters without correcting the errors Very sincerely yours Hannah Taggart Patchin I still have more of your letters which I have thought so much of and prized them so highly [**H E Patchin**]B high school library before the other library was started and the school building was burned. After the library was started they asked me to give copies to them and I did so this is the most conservative place I know of. They have a good library. The books of fiction are the ones which are most sought after. I hope you will write and tell me aboot Madam Brushkovsky and aboot yourself Mrs Hanaford in her Daughters of America praises your mother greatly and quotes from her wordsRecalls an Unrecorded Lincoln Visit to State Weyauwega Woman, 90, Heard 'Unpopular' Illinois Politician in 1860 Campaign BY SPECIAL CORRESPONDENT OF THE JOURNAL Weyauwega, Wis.-Recalling vividly the details of a Lincoln visit to Wisconsin that is not generally recorded, Mrs. Hannah E. Patchin, 90, recently gave Prof. Julius Olsen of the University of Wisconsin, her reminiscences. Mrs. Patchin, who was 20 and teaching school at Northport at the time, describes the boat trip she made as far as Gills Landing to hear Lincoln speak in Weyauwega. There were many "copperheads" in the town and Lincoln was not popular then, she recalls. Lincoln spoke from a platform made of rails, and Mrs. Patchin has a clear memory of a fife and drum corps that played on the boat and for the speech. Although Mrs. Patchin knows of no other person now living who made the boat trip, a former pupil of hers, a Mrs. Ferry, 81, of Marion, also recalls the event. Young Abe Here in 1860 Prof. and Mrs. Olsen recently called on Mrs. Patchin to verify the fact that Lincoln was in Wisconsin seeking election in the campaign of 1860. In conversation, Prof. Olsen found that her dates did not conflict, and expressed himself as convinced that the instance makes a fifth and unrecorded appearance of Lincoln in Wisconsin. With basket and cane Mrs. Patchin is still able to walk eight to 10 blocks downtown to do her daily shopping. She spends many hours daily at her desk and attending to various business affairs. Though her sight and hearing are failing, her interest is keen in the general topics of the day, especially politics. She reads widely and is an early riser; 4 or 5 a.m finds her up and reading the daily papers. Indians her Hobby Mrs. Patchin's hobby is to educate the Indian and give him an equal chance with the white man. For years she has helped the Indian school at Wittenberg and at present is educating a class of 10 Indians there. She prizes a clay model of an Indian head, made by an Indian boy at Wittenberg school, and sent her as a Christmas gift. She also treasures letters of appreciation which has received from that school. A devoted W. C. T. U. worker, Mrs. Patchin has attended many of the national conventions and also entertained at her home some of the women leaders whom she met at these conventions. Mrs. Patchin has also given money prizes for essays by children of Wisconsin schools on her "pet" subjects and she herself has been judge. She has sent various memoirs to the Wisconsin Historical society at Madison. She has given books to the Weyauwega library and high school and to New London and Waupaca libraries. She recently presented to the Waupaca library an old etching of the city. Her late husband, Lieut. Patchin, was a member of the "Old Abe" Eagle regiment (8th Wisconsin) in the Civil war. Her brother, George W. Taggart, with whom Mrs. Patchin makes her home, is the last Civil war soldier in Weyauwega. He is 88 and blind and is having erected a $10,000 monument made to his order, which he has presented to the city of Weyauwega. Recalls Lincoln Mrs. Hannah E. Patchin, 90, of Weyauwega, recalls a campaign visit of Lincoln to her town in 1860, a fifth and heretofore unrecorded appearance of the Illinois politician in this state.146 E. 4th St, New York City April 30, 1911 My dear Mrs. Blackwell: Enclosed is the translation of a poem by Yakubovich. It was evidently written in Akatuy, since that was the only prison in Siberia where he was compelled to work in the mines. The first line of the poem ( as I am told by a gentleman who was himself confined at Akatuy in 1907) refers to the fact that the entrance to the mine is in a mountain side, and in summer the flowers and grass around it are very abundant.In the course of the next week I shall send you the translation of another or two of his poems. Yours very truly, L. Pasvolsky c/o Russkoye SlovoI Two dedications "Life and poetry are synonymous" v.a. Zhukovsky I These songs with a garland of roses will certainly not adorn my forehead, But they were created from tears And from the blood of my heart... Good friend! If you wish, take this Blood, these tears of mine. II I sing for those whose hearts are young Who suffered for his brother as for himself! To you the cares about strict art To you singers of love and joy! I sing about the great sufferings of a generation, cursed by God. II I woke already the still transparent woods. And they are looking into the azure of the spring waters. The [lark] song of the lark rings amidst the skies, And everything must change ..." And, hear! Here under the window careless a noisy Came flying through a swarm of birds Singing about the joy of frolic About the warm sun, the grasses of the field ... all sang joyfully, that in their free realm Everything, everything must changeIII Anxiety The night descended so asure-clear The fiery way disappeared in the distance;... Come out my beautiful one! My tired eyes won't close. From the field, just now asleep, Comes streaming a light aroma. From the sky drowned in glory The mild stars are looking down. Everything is asleep-burning wrath Hunger, the serpent of jealousy... But a hot tear trembles upon my eyelash!My soul, full of disturbance and The kind angel of reconciliation has not cured with peaceful sleep My soul, full of disturbance and anxiety My breast is pressed by passionate sobbings It is invaded by an army of revolting thougts... Come, O my beautiful, To think and suffer together. With a proud and free speech Inspire my heart, Give me the noble power For hatred & love.All asure, noiseless The night comes swimming Upon the wings of dreams But my foolish soul does not sleep, Always pains, always sounds the alarm...The Shattered Break Water (A Fantasy) In the north wild and gloomy, where the cold with its icy breath menaces every living thing, where the old pines and spruces covered with a wintry shroud only now and then see the smile [fill the] or feel the caress of the spring sun - in time of yore there in the shoreless sea built by the hand of man a huge granite wall protruded - an erected break water. Highly and proudly rising above the level of the stormy sea laughing at the rush of the waves it stood - huge and black. And the sea waves, the mighty and free waves meeting the granite obstacle [ical] which threatened their free course and prolonged the eternal contest, and long did the free waves struggle against the mighty obstacle, till the [untowered] unsubmissive will of these waves did not break it. And on a spring like morning of May as soon as the bright sunbeams begin to shine on the sea, the play of colors of the silvry waves was [is] stronger brighter? than the sparkling of emeralds, and playing, frolicking over the bottomless depth of the sea they sing the song of the eternal contest with the granite wall. * * * * The sea waves were free as the [the]free birds of the air. Mother Tempest lulled them with her song and in a careless mirth they were rolling into the misty distance.... But the gloomy and wicked man tyrant envying the fortunate waves, desired to deprive them of their liberty, that they should not roll over the mighty bosom of the sea, they should not laugh so merrily to the bright sun and blue sky. He sent docile slaves. Submissive to the will of the master, the slave set to work. Taken from the bosom of the earth, the cold rocks were thrown into depths of the sea. And the sea leaped for joy. Cheerfully the waves looked upon the rocks falling to the bottom bottom of the sea. They are jumping, frolicking, laughing, caressing the gloomy rocks. The waves are whispering; -"what a joy! out of the bosom of the earth, gloomy guests have come to us. With a roaring song we will meet them, with a heart- welcome and caress we will warn them, in our native sea we will frolick together and glorily light and freedom!" The young waves are full of joy. Only mother tempest and father Hurricane are escorting the guests with their wrathful rancorous roar and gloomilylook upon the rocks. And the rocks are still falling into the sea, crowding one another, growing into a compact wall, obstructing the free course of the waves. Tumultious became the waves, affrighted at the gloomy rocks they looked: for the first time is their course obstructed, for the first time is their freedom fettered; [and] [un] And timidly their course continuing, they dash their hearts against the rocks and with a deep moan fell back... The wall is cold and unapproachable impregnable The sea shuddered. Whirling Racing or hurrying [but of the] are the gloomy waves: "Treason! Treason!" they are crying. "We received them as our friends. Freedom; freedom is taken away from us!" Wailing is Mother Tempest, roaring and howling goes Father Hurricane. "Oh rocks! Oh menacing rocks! There was a time, when you were also free, when you also breathed liberty. Why then did you take away the freedom of our children?" The menacing rocks were scowling. "It is not our free will"...So with a gloomy moan was carried their answer; omniously protruded over the sea the dumb heaps. With a roar and a wail Mother Tempest and Father Hurricane raced over the sea calling the waves together, carrying the fatal tidings to the waves: "Oh waves! Oh poor waves! Ruined, ruined is [our] freedom! From now on we have become slaves"... And gloomily whirled [the] [waves] away. And benumbed in a dead calm is the sea. The mighty old waves went down to the depths of the sea, Mother Tempest is not awakening them, Father Hurricane is not calling them.. - And the young waves gloomily roll. No laughing no singing of glorious freedom is heard, and the sun shines so dimly, and the sky is so cloudy and all things around are so gray... At times only the young waves exhausted in severe bondage summon up a fearless army and charge the enemy alone. Boldly, with their breasts [interlocks] interlocked rush at the sharp pointed rocks- in vain! The dumb heaps do not waver... Only with a resounding echorings the groan- it is the groaning of the crushed breasts of the fearless champions... And the sea was weeping. The years passed by. And many of them passed by.. Many young waves have wounded their breasts on the rocks- deeper, still deeper grows the gloom. Restrained are the waves, they grew calm..." We will wait, we will gather out strength"... Years were passing by. Strong became the young waves, messengers to all the quarters of the sea they sent, to awaken the sleeping, all the waves to the battle with the rocks they called. The messengers went down to the bottom of the sea to the old waves - to call to the strife. The old waves are gloomily shaking their gray heads "We have no strength, we have no spirit"... "How can we wrestle, how can we fight against the rocks!" Rushed the wave messengers to look for and call Mother Tempest and Father Hurricane. They raced over the sea - they are not there. In the chasms of mountains they found them. "With greetings, with welcome dear parents ones we come to you as messengers""Leave the cramped crowded mountains, fly to the shoreless sea!' "Rent assunder the infamous chains, that fetter the spirit of our brothers'! "Inspire the old ones with the spirit of life [and freed] and thirst for freedom! "Rally us all together into menacing troops, and move at once unanimously against the rocks! "We fear not the combat, and we fear not death...Only the sea should be free!" Anxiously Mother Tempest's heart began to beat, like fire the blood of Father Hurricane began to burn. The words of the messengers recalled them to mind the good old times. Caressingly they glanced at the young messengers. [Fa] From the chasms of the mountains to the shoreless sea like a mighty roaring the call was sent: "We are coming! We are coming to save Freedom! To save Freedom! "Arise mighty waves! Break[s] Freedom's chains, wipe out the obstacle." Mighty was this battle call. As the [as the] violence of a storm, as the crash of thunder, it was carried powerfully over the sea, awakening the sleepy from their sleep, making the old ones young, inspiring daring and courage,and the waves started to rise, and the waves started to roll obedient to the call of the contest. A dark night was over the sea. Dark clouds were hanging around, when the might call was first echoed. From east to west, from north to south, the waves were rallying forming into fine ordered troops. The young waves are burning with courage and longing to be the first in the attack. Like lightening the tempest rolled over the sea, - hurricane hurries to assist them. The tempest began to roar, the hurricane began to crash... Troops rose. "Onward mighty waves! Death on Freedom!" With a battle cry to the wall they rushed. The gloomy rocks shuddered. The waves are so near... They are racing swifter and swifter, with their breasts forward. They rushed at the rocks, they fell dead... The splash at the foam, hotter than blood blown high up to the skies, fumacious and bubbling washed off the cold rocks... Groaning is Mother Tempest... "Children, dear children, the first ones have fallen already, many, of many of you will fall, but the strength of the every we will break!"The sea is raging. New waves are hastening to replace the fallen ones...How stern they are, how mighty they are! With a roar and cry they strike at the sharp pointed rocks, fall back, " strike again, and broken up, call their brothers to help. Firmly stand the rocks. And the morning drew near - a gray gloomy morning. The [waves] rocks are still standing impregnable, the storm is still [raging] roaring over the waves. And the waves are still perishing, broken and crumbled to pieces at the sharped edged rocks- But gloomy and fearless all new waves are coming, and there is no end to them, there is no limit to the menacing waves. The sea left the shores; all the waves formed one army! Moaning and roaring [bring] hung over the sea. The wicked tyrant himself who forwarded the rocks into the sea was terrified. Seeing the mighty rush of the waves, his hardened heart shivered. Full of horror and fear, he would be glad to move assunder the rocks and return to the mighty waves only a small particle of freedom. But, tyrant, too late! The waves do not weep, they waves do not beg! Too many have perished here, waves, too sweet is the vengeance for the fallen ones! No [reconcial] reconciliation! As [The] mighty lions the old waves rushed to the assistanceof the young ones! Their white locks streaming....The earth quivered around and the sun in the sky eclipsed. Father Hurricane carries and with an enormous strength hurls the waves against the rocks... And with a gloomy courage, at the call of the mighty tempest, threatening and serene is [the] rushing a new army. [Father Hurricane] There is a scent in the air all around that either it will throw down the cold rocks, or the sea will become its grave. Exactly wider and fearlessly it inharmoniously rushes forward. All at once unanimously they struck at the wall - the rocks shuddered from the might blows. Benumbed were the waves. Flew back, and with a tempestuous frenzy rush again...Everything was mixed up in the fight. Moaning and groaning hung over the sea, and it seemed that the sea raised from its bottom flew together with the sky. And the rocks fell down under the last blow they succumbed, and with a fearful [blow] roar were thrown down into the depths of the sea, where the fallen waves were lying. "Away infamous corpses!" To the dashed rocks roars the sea. "Here is the graves of the fearless fighters for freedom, here the young waves are lying!" The bottom of the sea went assunder, and with a curseThe rocks fell in..." Is is our fault?... Glory to the waves, for is an eternal disgrace for the infamous deed." The shorelines sea is rejoicing. It has conquered the mighty strength of the enemy... And the waves are rolling freely and are glorifying the fallen frightens, who with their young lives returned freedom to their brothers. To the fallen glory, to the living - freedom!New York City, Oct 10, '10 My dear Miss Blackwell: I enclose, herewith, the prose translation of three Russian poems. I received the two verifications you sent me, and think that they are fine. Would you be so kind as to let me know where I can obtain several copies of your "Songs of Russia". I am at present connected with a Russian book store and saw sell several volumes. Yours very truly L. Pasvolsky. c/o Russky Golov 1 Cooper Sq.1 'Tis sultry! Void of freedom, unhappy, our life runs endlessly dark. Oh, that a storm would burst o'er it, for the cup of our patience is full! Burst o'er the chasm of the ocean, whistle through forests and fields, spill from the universe's grief.! {{poem meter symbols}} A Soldier's Return From the fallen walls of Port Arthur and the gory Manchurian fields, a soldier, maimed and exhausted, was returning to his family. He loved to embrace his wife once more, fondle his only son, to see his only brother. He came...but in his humble dwelling all things to him seem strange; it is come other people's abode, for but strangers greet him there. Then the weight of alarm pressed his bosom, for he felt that he came too late. "Perhaps you can tell me, o brethren, where are now my wife, my Mother and son?" 2 "Your wife?...Sit and rest for a while, for, surely, the wounds give you pain."-- "Tell me all, the whole truth!"-- "O soldier, be brave! "A crowd of starving peasants decided to go to the Czar; to ask of him justice...with a petition to him, as to a parent king. "Dressed in her Sunday clothes, she also followed the crowd and together with others was killed by a soldier's sword!" "But where did she leave our child?--"O soldier, be brave! Your son in the park of Alexis was killed by a soldier's shot!" "My mother?"--"Long since to Kief your mother went to pray; and, beaten by a Cossack's nagaika, she died that very day!" "But not all by the fate is yet taken! For surely my brother is not in the grave! A seaman so young and so handsome, where is he?"--O soldier be brave!" "Is he gone too then? Was he killed in that Tsushima strife?" "No, not at Tsushima, he lost his youthful life! "He was killed on the shore of the Black Sea, where their battleship stood. He was shot by his cruel commanders, beg 3 Cause he dared to stand up for the truth.” Not a word did the [?] answer, but heveanward turned his gaze; there was in it a terrible oath for the vengeance of on-coming days! Russia Bright’s the sky of other countries, but it can’t observe the beauty of our own sky, bleak and cheerless! And the rustle of the forest, by some small unknown river, to the [?] heart is more pleasing, than the heav’n’s [?] music! Other countries bloom with happy and contended beauty, but to me, by far, is dearer my own land in tears and [?]! P. [Yank??ovich] /-u/-u/-u/-u/ /-u/-u/-u/-u/ P 14 Union Ave. Jam. Pl. Mass. Oct 6th 38. My Dear good Friend yours rec'd. Very glad to get it as did not reach me till Fri. A.M. Its 3, an, in B too late for last delivery on Thurs a very rare thing for you to be late, very anxious for fear you were sick, greatest of loving thanks and blessings may God bless you and reward you This move was none of our wish by any means, too expensive moving and a terrible hard thing (over)but we were forced out by bugs of all kind - bed, roaches, water, red black ant, could not get a wink of sleep till daylight from bed bugs. Couldn't get rid of them 2 other families were leaving for same reason What a beautiful fall we are having, Trust you are enjoying it. This is a pleasant sunny day but will be hard to heat I fear. Again thanking you most lovingly. With all the best of wishes Yours most gracefully Rena Pattee.Rena Patter 14 Union Ave Jamaica Plain14 Onion Ave. Jamaica Plain Mass. May 6th 1931 My Dear Miss Blackwell Thank you with many loving, grateful thanks and blessings for the check. It came safely this AM which is such a blessing to me. I could not possibly have any home at all without and my heart would break in any institution If I should lose your help my life is gone Regret to troubled you by calling to phone but found it had been sent and lost. you always are so prompt to get to me by 1st. Knew it lostyou should know to notify the bank. Thanks for little note. Always a treat. Have no idea when will move, but mail will be forwarded had one for [?] [?] forwarded yesterday. been away 2 years. Will let you know when I get. Now again many, many loving thanks and blessings. God bless you Most gratefully Rena Patee **Rena Pattee**UNIVERSIDAD DE PUERTO RICO May 17, 1934 Miss Alice Stone Blackwell 3 [?] Street Boston, Mass. Dear Madam: The University of Puerto Rico is undertaking the formation of a separate institute within the general academic organization, to be called the Instituto Ibero-Americano, whose purpose will be the collection and dissemination of knowledge concerning Hispanic America. Our tentative plans are based upon a division of the institute along the lines of Geography and Natural History, History, and International Relations, Art and Literature, and finally Economics and Trade Relations. We are aware of the initial difficulties that this effort involves, particularly as to adequate library facilities. In view of the limited opportunities that we possess for the acquisition of materials, we have decided to seek contributions in the way of books, pamphlets, documents and publications of all kinds relating to Spain, Portugal, and the nations of Ibero-America. It is our desire therefore, to solicit your aid and cooperation, in sending us any materials that would serve to increase our collection. We will welcome publications covering any of the fields mentioned above. it is unnecessary to add that the University of Puerto Rico and those interested in the establishment of your Ibero-American Institute will deeply appreciate your interest in our undertaking and your contribution toward the building up of a small library. Any book or publication sent will be promptly acknowledged. With the hope that we may hear from you favorable we are Very respectfully yours, Richard PatteeUniversity of Porto Rico Rio Piedras