THE lovely island of Rhode Island is indented5 with a number of ravines on either shore. The most beautiful of these is Lawton’s Valley—a deep cut between the hills, running a mile into the land, from the waters of Narragansett Bay. The entrance into the valley is so masked with trees, the descent into it is so steep, that it lies securely hidden from the world above. You suddenly find yourself in a wooded gorge6, the trees rising high above it on either side, and a brook3 running along the base of the cliff, leaping over waterfalls as it goes down to the sea. When my father bought the place, a grist-mill with a great terrifying wooden wheel stood at the head of the largest waterfall. My father, to whom gardening was a delight, greatly improved the appearance of the valley.
The mill was converted into a school-house containing also one or two chambers8 for the bestowal9 of masculine guests, when the house was full to over-flowing. There is a family legend that brother Harry10, when a lad, once slept upon the grand piano, no other place being available! We were sometimes obliged to arise in the night and give up our rooms to make way for relatives arriving unexpectedly.
Some sudden emergency brought our especially beloved Aunt Annie Mailliard and her family to us in this way—for Lawton’s Valley is six miles from the post and telegraph offices. Telegrams then cost three dollars to deliver, and frightened us badly!
Aunt Annie was the very soul of hospitality, and did her full share of it by entertaining us all delightfully13 at her home in Bordentown, New Jersey15.
Uncle Sam once occupied the mill-chamber and reported in the morning that the perpetual tap of the hydraulic16 ram11 sounded like a constant knocking at the door, causing him to murmur17 in his sleep, “Come in! Come in!” We could not do without the ram, however, as it supplied the house with water. It was sad when an eel7 got into the pipe, or some other accident stopped the water-supply. The pump, whence we obtained our drinking-water, was of a pattern calculated to drive one to the wine-cup. You turned the handle round and round furiously, and after a long time a refreshing18 stream appeared, borne in some mysterious way on two endless parallel chains. Then, if you went on pumping like mad, you could fill the pail. But if you stopped for one single second a horrible gurgling sound informed you that the water had retreated to the bottom of the well! Then you had to begin all over again the treadmill19 task of bringing it up! It was supposed to be remarkably20 fresh and pure when it appeared—for evidently it had not lingered in any pipe, as no pipe existed.
Sometimes food was hung down the well, country fashion, to keep cool. It was a sad day when the leg of mutton dropped in, since herculean efforts were required to bring it up. It was naturally mutton which made this unlucky descent, for at that time the local butcher kept little else. Sometimes my father had beef sent down by freight from Boston—only to have it seized by the agents of Kinsley’s express and carried to their office. This delayed the meat in transit21 and obliged us to pay express charges without express benefit. For this company did not deliver goods at Lawton’s Valley, nor did we desire to have them do so. Hence much friction22 between Kinsley’s express and my father.
Rhode Island mutton and lamb are, or were, very good. One day an old friend of my mother’s drove out from Newport and was invited to stay to midday dinner.
The feelings of the hostess can be imagined when the guest oracularly observed, “My grandfather Gray could never eat lamb, and I never can!”
Fortunately there was a little chicken to help out the situation. The words of Grandfather Gray became a byword in our family. Our house was not in the valley itself but stood half-way down the slope of a hill, being thus protected from the wind that blows constantly over the island. Mr. C——, who sold the place to my father, was the victim of the drink habit. Finding him lying prostrate23 on the ground, much the worse for liquor, father poured away the contents of the jug24 standing25 near, and led away the man’s horse, so that he would be obliged to sober up before starting to get a fresh supply of rum.
Some Lowestoft ware26 marked with the family initials and some good old furniture, which we bought, showed that the family had seen better days.
The inhabitants of the island, with some notable exceptions have suffered from an insular27 habit of intermarriage. This has, we will hope, lessened28 with the invasion of Rhode Island by outlanders, bringing prosperity with them. Not long ago, however, when a man or woman married “off the island,” it was mentioned with a certain regret, as being not quite the thing to do. The methods of cultivating the soil were surprisingly primitive29. It was very much run down, the principal fertilizer being deceased fish. Car-loads of menhaden were scattered30 broadcast over the fields, and left there to rot. Oh, how they smelled to heaven! We did not cultivate our land after this fashion, but, alas31! our neighbors did! Fortunately, menhaden became valuable for other purposes and their use as a fertilizer was abandoned.
As Rhode Island was founded by excellent but visionary people, refugees from the stern, logical rule of the Puritans, its laws are peculiar32. On a Fourth of July in the ’Sixties, I inquired for brandy at an apothecary33 shop in Newport.
“I’m sorry I can’t let you have any, but the laws of the state forbid the sale of liquor to females,” said the salesman. My mortification34 may be imagined! On my explaining that the brandy was wanted, not for “reveling,” but for covering preserves, he kindly35 sold me some alcohol, declaring it to be “just as good” for my purpose.
Shortly afterward36, my purse disappeared, and by the advice of friends I had the loss proclaimed by the town crier—a quaint37 old figure with his long beard and prehistoric38 hat. He alternately rang an immense bell and “cried” the lost article. His fee was a modest one, but I never recovered the purse. Was he recommended to me as a joke?
Summers at Lawton’s Valley were always delightful12, but we especially enjoyed them when Aunt Louisa Crawford brought her children to stay at a neighboring farm-house. Marion Crawford, the novelist, was about two years old when they first came. With his three elder sisters, Annie, Jennie, and Mimoli, we had many merry times. Wading39 in the valley brook was a favorite pastime. As the stones were very slippery, we frequently fell down, and then appeared at the valley home a dripping crowd of little girls. As the farm where the Crawfords lived was some little distance away, our mother felt it to be her duty to provide raiment for her nieces as well as for her own children. She found these double drafts upon our wardrobe rather trying. Annie, the eldest40 daughter, was full of talent. We were inseparable companions and had a studio where we painted dolls and sets of jewelry—all on paper.
When she grew older she painted lovely designs in flowers. She also published anonymously41 at least one volume of stories which possessed42 merit. She had quite as much talent as her brother Marion, but lacked his power of application. Her Prussian Junker husband, Baron43 von Rabe, considered any literary activities as infra dig. for his wife. My aunt had the unspeakable sorrow of losing her second daughter, Jennie, when the latter was a young and lovely girl of nineteen. Mimoli, the third daughter, became the wife of Hugh Fraser, of the English diplomatic service. She is well known as a writer and is a woman of much personal charm. One of her sons and one of Marion Crawford’s have been killed in the present war.
According to family tradition I may claim the honor of inventing “Yellers’ Day.” The observance of the day flourished in full vigor44 only during our sojourn45 at Lawton’s Valley. We were accustomed to celebrate it on top of the hill behind the house, whence we had a view of Narragansett Bay. Our elders did not join us, but wisely permitted our activities. Hence “Yellers’ Day,” having no flavor of forbidden fruit, fell gradually into innocuous desuetude46. The celebration described in the following letter has a melancholy47 interest as being in all probability the last of its kind.
August 3, 1860.
Dear Papa,—Wednesday we had some young ladies to spend the day and had a jolly time. At sunset we all went up on the rocks to yell, for it was the 1st of August, “Yellers’ Day.” We made a terrible noise and finally Mamma came to the door and said she thought “St. Yeller was satisfied.” We had a very nice tea, and in the evening, after looking at the moon, danced till we were fairly worn out. The evening was wound up by Mr. Turner’s (the brother of one of the young ladies, who came out about 6?) knocking one-half of the gate off its hinges, which accident gave us an opportunity of hopping48 onto the carriage steps and renewing our vows49 of eternal friendship besides a great deal of hugging and kissing.
Thomas Crawford, our uncle by marriage, came to the valley during one of these summers. He was one of the foremost American sculptors50 of his day, having designed some of the bronze doors at the Capitol, also the statue of Liberty that crowns the dome51 of the building. This is familiar to all Americans, since it has been reproduced on our five-dollar bills.
Uncle Crawford had worked beyond his strength and complained, that summer, of trouble in one of his eyes. I remember an excursion to the shores of the Bay, when Albert Sumner, the donor52 of our donkey, Uncle Crawford and my father were of the party. The gentlemen amused themselves with throwing sticks or stones into the water. This trivial scene impressed itself upon my memory because of the tragic53 death, not long afterward, of two of the actors in it. Albert Sumner, his wife and daughter were at this time planning a trip to Europe. Mr. Summer was a stout54 man, and some one jokingly remarked that fat people make good swimmers. This speech was sadly recalled to our minds when the steamer in which they sailed, the Lyonnaise, went to the bottom with all on board.
No particulars of their fate were known. It was said that in cases of shipwreck55 the law considered that the man would live longer than the woman, being stronger physically56. Hence he and his heirs would inherit property. I notice that the law always has some very wise reason for favoring the man rather than the woman. The heirs of Albert Sumner and his daughter could thus have laid claim to such share of Mrs. Sumner’s property as he would have inherited, as the supposititious survivor57. Charles Sumner and his family were not the sort of people to take advantage of any such legal quibble. Mrs. Albert Sumner was a woman of means and left heirs by a former husband, who very properly inherited her fortune.
Uncle Crawford also crossed the ocean, leaving his wife and children in America. The slight trouble in his eye grew gradually worse. In the midst of a winter of unprecedented59 severity Aunt Louisa started to rejoin him. Boston Harbor, whence all Cunard steamers then sailed, was frozen solid. It was necessary to postpone60 the start until a patch could be cut for the ship through the solid ice. In those days nothing was supposed to prevent the sailing of a Cunarder, but Jack61 Frost did delay it this once.
Mr. Crawford’s illness proved to come from a cancer behind the eye. He died after a long period of suffering.
Aunt Louisa, a woman of a most affectionate and sympathetic nature, was much worn with the long nursing and overcome with deep sorrow. She returned to America, dressed in mourning so deep that her sisters thought it excessive and unwholesome. It was said that her widow’s crape veil reached the ground, being double up to the eyes, and that her back never recovered from the bad effects of sustaining this load of mourning. A photograph of her taken at this time was marked “The over-solemn look.”
And yet, after a suitable interval62 of time, she married again, as the inconsolable usually do. Instead of smiling at the fickleness63 of the human mind, we should remember that for persons of a highly sympathetic nature the loneliness caused by the loss of a beloved helpmeet is almost insupportable. They must, for their own happiness, find another mate. The woman who can live alone, after the loss of her husband, is made of sterner stuff.
Lawton’s Valley is on the west side of the island of Aquidneck. On the east side lived Mr. Thomas R. Hazard—“Shepherd Tom,” as he was familiarly called—in the historic mansion64 of “Vaucluse,” the finest example of Colonial architecture north of Virginia. The grounds were worthy65 of the house. They were adorned66 with a labyrinth67 of box surrounding a sun-dial, and with a number of summer-houses scattered through groves68 of trees.
Mr. Hazard was a remarkable70 but eccentric person. He had a genuine love for his fellow-man and a hatred71 of tyranny and oppression. He did great service in securing better treatment for the insane in Rhode Island, as Dorothea Dix and my father did in Massachusetts.
After the death of his beautiful wife he became much absorbed in spiritualism. When we first made his acquaintance he was a widower72 with a delightful family of four daughters and one little boy.
The eldest, Fannie, kept house for her father, while a governess instructed the children. Mr. Hazard was the very soul of hospitality. Relations, young and old, made “Vaucluse” their headquarters for long stays during the summer, while friends also paid copious73 visits.
“Vaucluse” was liable to sudden inroads of aunts bringing their six children, even though there were already visitors in the house. The hospitality of those days was not confined to the South. My mother once jestingly said to our nearest neighbor that she kept a boarding-house.
“Well, if you do, then I keep a hotel,” replied Mrs. Anderson, whose large house was well filled by the family connection. To take high tea at “Vaucluse” was always delightful. I should be afraid to say how many people sat around the long, well-polished mahogany table. Yet there were always plenty of hot Indian-meal griddle-cakes, as well as other good things, for every one. When there were many guests, it was necessary to set the table a second time. Fannie, who presided over the household, was as hospitable74 as her father, but the strain of this heavy entertaining was too much for her strength. Her housekeeping ideals were high, and servants hard to get and to keep. In one of his crusades Mr. Hazard, who had been brought up in the Society of Friends or Quakers, attacked the Roman Catholic Church. This made it more difficult for him to procure75 servants, who, at that time, were almost all Roman Catholic Irishwomen.
So Fannie and her sisters did a great deal of the housework themselves. Mr. Hazard was a most devoted76 father, but, being extremely vigorous himself, he failed to realize that his daughters were of a less robust77 type. All four died before reaching the age of forty, three of tuberculosis78.
He himself held various singular beliefs upon which he loved to expatiate79 to his friends. Chief among his hobbies was spiritualism. He would quote to my mother, as remarkable new truths, views with which she, a student of philosophy, was perfectly80 familiar. We were all gathered at the Anderson mansion one evening, to witness a clever exhibition of legerdemain81 by Mr. Elbert Anderson. After witnessing the various conjuror’s tricks, Mr. Hazard declared that they were done by spiritualism! When he was with difficulty convinced that they were not, he na?vely observed that just such things were done by spiritualists! Toward the end of his life, when his wife appeared to him as a materialized spirit, he gladly received some cotton lace from her celestial82 robe!
In the efficacy of Brandreth’s pills for typhoid fever and minor83 ills he was a fervent84 believer. Even calves85 he dosed with them. He scorned the aid of surgeons, holding that the only persons who could properly attend to broken bones were a certain family of Sweets, “natural bone-setters,” as they were called. In spite of all these eccentricities86, he was a very intelligent man. His extreme credulity was due, in part, to lack of early education.
Many were the merry picnics that the Howes, Hazards and sometimes the Andersons had at the “Glen” and at “Paradise.” Lawton’s Valley itself was a favorite place for picnics when my father bought it. It was soon evident, however, that we and the public could not jointly87 use it, because the latter were so extremely inconsiderate. To have your place treated like an inn, to have strange omnibuses loaded with unknown people arrive without warning at your back door, destroys all privacy. The tendency of Americans to leave behind unpleasant mementoes in the shape of the débris of the feast, and to carry off floral tributes, is a thing to be deplored88. It is to be hoped that our new Anglo-French alliance will teach our people to respect private property.
When the Civil War came, the Naval89 Academy was moved from Annapolis to Newport. The older classes were sent to take their part in the conflict, the younger remaining at Newport. Their coming brought gay doings for the young girls. Weekly hops90 were held on Saturday afternoons, aboard the famous old frigate Constitution. To these we all repaired, being rowed over in the ship’s boats. The dancing took place between decks where a very tall man might easily have bumped his head. The naval band furnished the music, a certain tune58 giving us a gentle hint to depart when the dance was over.
The midshipmen were extremely young, but so were we! I myself was nearly sixteen, but some of my partners looked to me like mere91 children. Others were old enough to be “real beaux.” However, we entered their names on our cards impartially92 and danced with them, young or old, as they came along. The gallant93 and ill-fated De Long was at Newport that summer, but I do not remember him among my partners.
A few young men who were not navy officers came to these hops. I remember among the dancers a tall, handsome fellow with fair hair. Some of the girls disapproved94 of him, thinking him dandified, because he wore a white tie. I, however, admired him and learned later, from one of the older girls, that he had said complimentary95 things about me. She did not, however, offer to introduce us, nor did I have the skill to manage an introduction. Whether dandified or not, W—— T—— was no slacker, but fought for his country on land, as the midshipmen did on the sea.
The next time I met him was on the New York boat. As my mother and I boarded it, to go to Boston, a figure shrouded96 in shawls emerged from the darkness of the boat, on his way to the shore. It was W—— T—— returning wounded to his aunt’s home in Newport, which we had just left. I never saw him again, for he went back to the army and was killed. So ended this shadow of a war romance!
Parties were given for the midshipmen both at Lawton’s Valley and at “Vaucluse.” The ice-cream for our entertainment missed connections, so David Hall, always obliging, was commissioned to drive to Newport and bring it out. Meantime the lady of his affections, the present writer, was left to philander97 about with the midshipmen. The feelings of the boy, who was not yet sixteen, as he drove the ice-cream, a chilling passenger, out in his buggy may be imagined!
Our cousin, Louisa Mailliard, a tall, slender girl of fourteen, very pretty and very mischievous98, was then with us. One of the midshipmen, Mr. N——, became desperately99 infatuated with her. When the omnibus containing the young men was starting for Newport, he could not refrain from turning and gazing fondly at her.
“Eyes right!” sang out his mates, who made very merry over the lovesick swain.
The landsmen were jealous of the embryo100 sailors, and could not understand the attraction of the latter for the young girls. Some of our youthful friends arranged an expedition to Fort Adams, where a drill of the midshipmen was to be held. Cousin Louisa and I were the girls of the party, while the mother of one of the boys acted as matron. All went well during the sail across the harbor. But no sooner had we reached the landing than midshipmen appeared and we paired off quite happily, without paying the smallest attention to the boys who had brought us over.
This was not polite to our escorts, but we were very young and uniforms are ever attractive. Serenely101 we walked over the fort, the discarded boys grumbling102 ominously103 in our rear. We were too late for the drill, but we had a pleasant promenade104, returning peacefully to our sail-boat.
As she drew away from the landing, one of the boys could contain his feelings no longer. He shouted his views of their conduct after the midshipmen on the wharf105, in language sufficiently106 abusive. It was the same boy, David Hall, my future husband, who was obliged to conduct the ice-cream party! He did have a hard time with the midshipmen!
The girls were extremely indignant. Of course we walked with the middies! What did they think we went over for? etc., etc. The return voyage was rather stormy. It transpired107 that one of the boys, possessed of a meaner spirit than the others, had proposed sailing away without us!
The midshipmen were transferred later to the Atlantic House, one of the chief hotels of Newport in the early days. Here also were hops given, but they could not compare in fascination108 with the dances on board ship.
In the following letter sister Julia describes some of our “civilian” gaieties:
Tuesday Morning, Aug. 13, 1861.
Dear Papa,— ... We have enjoyed Mrs. Bell and Mrs. Pratt[8] exceedingly. What little jewels they are! Mrs. Dorr was to have a party for the governor (Andrew) in the evening. Mamma decided109 that it would not be very interesting for us girls, so we stayed at home, expecting to entertain Woody, who we supposed would arrive in the evening. What was our surprise when, at about half past eight o’clock, a carriage arrived whose driver bore a message from Mamma to the effect that we were to dress and go into town to Mrs. Dorr’s house. What cogitation110 and agitation111 followed can be only pictured by those who have a thorough knowledge of young girls.
Mrs. Dorr had told Mamma, I believe, that the party would be pleasant for us, and that she wished to have us come. So there was a confusion and indecision, and brushing, braiding, and curling, in our one little room, quite amusing to behold112. How the best white skirts were whisked about! How poor Ann and Mary frisked up and down stairs! How much had to be done before, fully14 prinked, we squeezed our crape and pi?a selves into the little rockaway! But it makes even careless me blush to think of the state in which we left our room. What mountains of skirts, sleeves, and gowns, with here and there a stray comb or pomatum-pot, met the eye of the astonished bystander. And yet,—would you believe it?—when we returned next day we found the apartment in order. (Oh dear, Papa! I never shall finish this letter. Mamma is in the room, and she is so witty113 that I write my words wrong.) Mrs. Pratt and Mrs. Bell looked finely, as the graceful114 diminutive115 darlings always do.... In order that they might all get into the carriage poor Mamma slipped up-stairs and slipped off her crinoline. You cannot imagine how droll116 her figure looked without it. Floss and I slept together and a merry time we had. Of course we were somewhat excited by the party, and the clock struck half past twelve before we slept. Just think of us, your bread-and-butter nine o’clock girls, being so dissipated! Mamma was to have had a party this afternoon, but the weather is so stormy that no one has come. We all dressed ourselves out in our best, but silks would not bring visitors, so they have made a pleasant little circle down stairs, and are chatting gaily117.
Ever your loving
J.
8. Daughters of Rufus Choate.
During the Civil War Portsmouth Grove69, some three miles away, became a military camp and hospital. The soldiers often strolled over to Lawton’s Valley, finding it a pleasant place in which to do their laundry work. This somewhat restricted the family’s use of the valley, although the soldiers were never uncivil.
One of the prominent figures in Newport life was that of George Bancroft, the historian. Like President Wilson, he was a schoolmaster turned politician. He had taught at the famous Round Hill School for Boys, and had also held various political offices, including that of Secretary of the Navy. Hence, if he came on board the Constitution while we were there, our ears were deafened118 by the official salute119, sixteen guns, as I think, fired in his honor. Greatness certainly has its inconveniences.
He was already gray when I first remember him, but slender and active. Evidently he felt much younger than he looked. It was rumored120 that he said to one young lady, “Call me George.” In a word, he was inclined at this time to be “frisky.”
He and his wife set an example of steadfast121 loyalty122 to the union, in Newport, where there was a good deal of secession sentiment among the summer residents early in the Civil War. I remember a party at their house, where we school-girls as well as our elders were present. We had patriotic123 recitations, everything being done in the pleasant, informal fashion of that day. It was after this party that my mother made her “Remember R——n” resolve.
In a spirit of pure fun, she rallied this gentleman on his attentions to one of the young girls present who was hardly more than a child. Mr. R—— solemnly asseverated124 that Mrs. Howe was entirely125 mistaken. On her return home, she declared her intention of hanging up a placard reading, “Remember R——n,” as a warning to her never to try to joke with persons devoid126 of a sense of humor.
Mrs. Bancroft set a good example by substituting gray silk or thread gloves for kid during the Civil War. She attended the Unitarian church, where Rev. Charles T. Brooks then officiated. He was a genial127 and delightful man, whose buoyant spirit made it wholly unnecessary to affect youth. Mr. Brooks never seemed to grow old, though he lived to be seventy or more. He was a German scholar and translated Goethe’s “Faust” into English verse. He enjoyed Teutonic humor, preparing for the church fairs numerous booklets with little German jokes and illustrations.
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