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My mother felt an old-fashioned obligation of courtesy toward herneighbors. Just because they were neighbors, they had an almost sacredclaim that must never be neglected. They were always included in herentertain53ments; and as they often had little in common with the otherguests, it came about that there was great variety in the people whocame to our parties. We did not belong to any set, while people fromevery set came to our house. I have always been grateful to my parentsfor this catholicity, for I have felt at home in whatever company I havefound myself. I had a smiling acquaintance with most of the neighbors,not only in our own, but in the adjacent streets. One figure, however,filled me with a blind panic, a pale man, who wore black-rimmedspectacles and used two stout canes when he walked. I can see him now,tramping with a sort of desperate energy for a few blocks, and thensitting down to rest. To come upon him unexpectedly, lying in wait forme on a doorstep, or walking along at a terrific clip as if some demonwere after him, curdled my blood. I have never feared any mortal as Ifeared that pale specter. The terror lay far too deep for words, likethat other fear of the hangman that haunted my youth. One day, walkingwith my mother, my heart stood still, for she stopped and spoke to thesinister figure.
My father, for whose sake I learned to make bread, to care for the milk,and make the butter for the table, did his best to help me. While Iwanted to be a good daughter, to make my parents happy, mine was apleasure-loving nature. Mama was indulgent, accepted her youngest as shewas. A sentence at this time expressed her attitude:
My poor father was much troubled by my frivolity. His letters are fullof warning lest by late hours and close rooms I should lose the firstbloom of youth which to loving parents is apparently so much moreprecious than to young people themselves. Besides arranging for mylessons in cooking, he had me taught bookkeeping. While I was notaltogether successful with double entry, I learned enough about keepingaccounts to be of great use to me in later life. He writes to me onAugust 1, 1871:89
My father meanwhile was making a thorough study of the work of the newlyformed Sociedad Economica, whose object was the improvement of publiceducation and popular industry. I remember his saying that not a tenthpart, even of the children of free parents, received any educationwhatever. Current literature can hardly103 be said to have existed in Cubaat this time. There were a few daily and weekly papers, rigidlycensured, and as far as we saw, little other reading matter.
People who live in London must inevitably find the circle where theybelong, and remain more or less fixed therein. The charm of that firstLondon season was that we were made welcome in a dozen different circlesand counted among our friends extreme conservatives and arrant radicals.
The pictures most noticed that year were by Millais, Leighton, Poynter,Frith, Leslie, Alma-Tadema, and146 George Boughton, the American, whosepictures had a great vogue. Millais was then the most popular of theLondon painters, judging by the price his pictures brought. ThePre-Raphaelite group were rather bitter about him. He had been with themin their revolt against the conventional school, but after a few yearshad deserted them and gone back to the Philistines. I heard muchdiscussion of all these currents in the art world, for we were often atthe houses of Alma-Tadema, Burne-Jones, and other artists, where thevital topic of conversation was art with a big A. It gave me a peculiarsatisfaction to remind one of my new artist friends that London owed itsRoyal Academy largely to an American painter, Benjamin West, who inducedthe King to grant the charter to the Association of which he waspresident twenty-eight years.
My friend Giacomo Boni, who found the tomb of Romulus in the RomanForum, showed me his method of excavation. The dust of ages wascarefully skimmed off in layers. As each stratum represented a differentepoch, it was isolated and sifted, and every bit of marble, glass,metal, or brick sorted and fitted together. I have helped him sort histreasures in the little workroom over the Forum, watched his skillful,nervous fingers put together the fragments of an exquisite vase threethousand years old. By a like method I too can find bits of jeweledglass and earthenware: can piece them together; the trouble is inchoosing where to dig!
I now began to write regularly for the Boston Transcript: occasionallyfor the New York Tribune, the World, and the current magazines. Muchof my Transcript work was art reviewing. Among other artists, thisbrought me in touch with John LaFarge, Augustus Saint-Gaudens, AlbertRyder, and Charles Walter Stetson. I was one of the first writers to cryaloud the excellence of the work of these and many another Americanartist, and was, in consequence, persona grata at the studios.
April 27th. To the fiftieth anniversary of the Church of theDisciples. Very long and tiresome remarks from the early speakers.When Mama got up to speak, the audience woke up. An electriccurrent ran through the house. It was quite wonderful. She spokebeautifully of Theodore Parker and dear James Freeman Clarke, anddrew a fine parallel between them.
Marion Crawford was living at Sorrento with his wife and four children.He had become famous and, for a writer, rich. I would rather have foundhim poor and obscure; the price he had paid for fame and fortune was toohigh. He had an iron constitution and phenomenal powers of work. I haveknown him to write a book in six weeks and doubt if he ever took morethan three months over any novel. He worked under great pressure, with afull head of steam on, day in day out. The pace he had set was beginningto tell on him, but it seemed he could not alter it. He had little senseof self-preservation and was full of whimsies about his diet. We owedour first Roman home to him, for he lent us his apartment in thehistoric Palazzo Santa Croce, where tradition says Beatrice Cenci livedat one time. During the first part of our stay here I was harried by arecurrent nightmare. Night after night I found myself in a room that mywaking eye had never seen, a blind room, without windows or doors, inthe center of which stood a funeral catafalque draped in black. Thisvision obsessed me: even by day I could not wholly escape it.
Before leaving America, I had arranged to write a syndicate newspaperletter for the Boston Transcript, the Kansas City Star, the NewOrleans Times Democrat, a Chicago, and a New York paper. Gatheringmaterials for this correspondence added much to the interest of my lifein Rome. I had the sense of being eyes and ears for thousands of readersin different parts of the world. My letters to my family, however, givemore intimate glimpses of Rome at this time.
We have just returned from a trip around the Sorrentine peninsula.You remember the beauty of that country? The drive is nowcompleted; we drove to Amalfi from Sorrento and on to La Cava,stopped at Ravello and wandered over the villa of Mr. Reed, theEnglish gentleman you remember. It was all just as it was when wesaw it in 1878. From La Cava we visited the Benedictine monasteryfounded in the eleventh century. Saw many interesting manuscripts,among others a marriage contract written on a sheepskin so cut thatone sees where the neck and the legs of the animal came. It isdated A.D. 710. The husband endowed the wife with one fourth of hisworldly goods; save the Egyptian papyri, I have never seen socurious a document.
Braemar, Scotland. September 8. We stopped at Leeds on our way toScotland and spent two days with the Henry Appletons. He is theleading solicitor of Leeds, a man with a comfortable fortune madeby hard work, a delightful home, and an interesting family. Theyoung people were full of friendliness and sparkle. The wholefamily in type strongly resemble our Boston Appletons and the NewYork branch. There is nothing more fascinating than this study oftypes. When I saw the famous Gainsborough portrait of LordHeathfield, the defender of Gibraltar, I realized how strong theElliott type is. Mr. Elliott, at the Norman farm, might have satfor that portrait, and yet he has no tradition of his descent. Howcuriously indifferent our people are to these matters!
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