More happy, for that I have lived.”
All working-women have reason for strengthening themselves by study and thought, seeing that such a poem as “The New Pandora” is the heart-and-brain product of one who grew up as a working-girl.
Harriet H. Robinson, at 68.
To the writer of this brief notice it is pleasant to recall the time when the author of this beautiful poem and herself were children together, school companions and workmates; when an atmosphere of poetry hung over the busy city by the Merrimack, and when its green borders burst into bloom with girlish dreams and aspirations.
Mrs. Robinson celebrated her seventieth anniversary Feb. 8, 1895, at her home in Malden, Massachusetts.
EMMELINE LARCOM.
In Lucy Larcom’s touching poem, “My Childhood’s Enchantress,” will be found a loving tribute to this mother-sister, to whom she owed so much in her youth and all through her life. It was she who first taught Lucy the use of the pen, and encouraged and helped her in all her literary efforts. She was the oldest own sister of Lucy, is the “Emelie” in the “New England Girlhood,” and to her Lucy wrote almost her first, certainly her first printed, letter, in 1834, just after their mother had moved to Lowell. This is from her autobiography, printed in The Lowell Offering. She says:—
“Dear Sister,—We have got a sink in our front entry. We live in a three-story brick block, with fourteen doors in it. There is a canal close by. But no more of this. We arrived safe after our fatiguing journey. We are in good health, and hope you enjoy the same blessing.”
In writing of her to me, Lucy says:—