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Puritan-backed sofa sans down pillows, was converted into a rather stiff Arcadia. I do not remember that any one was bored by these simple affairs. There was music in a modest way with the piano; I can hear now mostly plainly the artistic rendering in a strikingly clear voice of the charming "Oh Summer Night" * sung by Miss Gridley, daughter of the notable Doctor Gridley the medical genius of the region round about. Her metropolitan grace and culture lending a peculiar impressiveness to the staccato motive. In effective contrast was the sweet, winsome "Oh wert thou in the cauld blast", sung by Miss Fowler, afterward Mrs Ford of Brooklyn, living in ? ? person and power. Everywhere at her ease intellectually and socially a rich leaven in the village and the head of her own & father's house. [in pencil: When she entertained her own & Father's friends with [?] fascination &]
Of course there was a refreshment table, so called then, --most simple but
* Theaster? house built by him
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Not to be reproduced in whole or in part without permission. Transcription and commentary copyright 1998 by Martha Nell Smith, Laura Elyn Lauth, and Lara Vetter, all rights reserved Maintained by Rebecca Mooney <rnmooney@umd.edu> Last updated on January 25, 2008 |
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