Boston, June 8th, ’93.
My dear David—, ... I telegraphed you to-day to send some flowers for me to the Players’ Club for my dear friend, Edwin Booth. If you have not done this before receiving this letter it will be too late, as the service will be at 9 A.M. to-morrow in N. Y., the burial to be here, the same evening, I suppose. You will send me the bill....
241 Beacon St., Boston,
June 8th, 1896.
My dear David,—I will do my best to copy a verse of the “Battle Hymn” to-day, but, oh! I write, every day, until I fairly ache, and it is mostly, or in great part, for other people’s pleasure or benefit. I shall write to dear Flossy as soon as I can. Tell her for me that I heard pleasant things about our dear Carrie from Mrs. Sally Whitman, recently returned from a brief stay in Paris.
Always your affect.
Julia W. Howe.
P. S.—You see, I have done it.
The baby mentioned in the following letter was our mother’s first great-grandchild, little Julia Ward Howe Hall.
241 Beacon St.,