With poetry and sparkling wit that met you on the street corner, in the butcher shop, in her home, where she was a rare hostess, Martha Dickinson Bianchi gave lift and inspiration in a sometimes dullish world and, when life was that exhilirating, rode with you on its highest crest.
She was not universally understood, who is? She was one whose mind leapt betimes far beyond the average reach, striking sparks from the upper ether.
To those who accepted her for what she was without requiring her to conform to all our small conventions, but appreciated the richness that she had to give, she was a rare, warm and loyal friend. Such saw also the pure depths of a gallant soul meeting life with a sail never furled, one who stood up to whatever it brought gaining power there from and giving inspiration that fairly leaped from her to you.
Martha Dickinson Bianchi is one without whom this world
is a duller, poorer place.
MARGARET R. HAMLIN
In 1931, the degree of Doctor of Letters was conferred upon Madame Bianchi by Amherst College, Amherst, Massachusetts, with the following citation:
"Martha Gilbert Dickinson Bianchi, whose great grandfather was a founder of this College, and whose grandfather and father were its treasurers for nearly sixty years; niece of that rare and original spirit, Emily Dickinson, whose poems you have brought into renewed and deserved admiration; yourself a biographer, novelist, and poet; it is both you and your family whom the College honors in conferring upon you the degree of Doctor of Letters."
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