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Title: Days and ways in old Boston
Year: 1915 (1910s)
Authors: Rossiter, William Sidney, 1861-1929
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Publisher: Boston : R. H. Stearns and company
Contributing Library: Boston Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Boston Public Library

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t the omnibus that shouldhave brought her home in time for Sunday dinner.As she entered the dining-room and found thefamily cross and hungry at dinners delay (forno one would have thought of sitting down with-out her), she cried out, gaily forestalling allpossible reproof: Let no one find fault, I have heard the great-est thing I shall ever hear! Parker had again wielded the hammer ofThor, spoken in his most impassioned style ofDaniel Webster and the rendition of the fugitiveslave, Anthony Burns. It was a veritable hand-ing round of the fiery cross; the ardent souls amongthe congregation went forth, each kindled accord-ing to his nature by the great preachers zeal.In her Reminiscencesmy mother describes ameeting at the time ofthe attempted renditionof the fugitive slave,Shadrach. It was on this occa-sion, she writes, that Ifirst saw Colonel Higgin-son, who was then knownas the Reverend ThomasWentworth Higginson,pastor of a religious so-ciety in Worcester. Thepart assigned to him was71
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Theodore Parker Days and Ways in Old Boston to read portions of the Scripture appropriate tothe day. This he did with excellent effect. Though the date of this meeting is not men-tioned, it must have been in the early fifties. Formore than half a century, my mother and ColonelHigginson met frequently on the platform atpublic gatherings. They became comrades inarms in the holy wars of Progress and Emancipa-tion. They had many traits in common, themost vital perhaps being a profound sense of thegreater importance of public matters as comparedto private affairs. Both were of that small andgallant company who build the fortunes of theState. Both fought for the Union, the Colonelwith the sword, my mother with the pen. Thelast meeting of the two old comrades was at mymothers ninety-first birthday reception. Theysat side by side, sharing the honors due them asalmost the last of the great army of leaders Godsent us for our need in the troublous time ofdarkness and doubt. Music went with me, f

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