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Title: Julia Ward Howe 1819-1910
Year: 1916 (1910s)
Authors: Laura E. Richards and Maud Howe Elliott
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Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Company
Contributing Library: American Printing House for the Blind, Inc., M. C. Migel Library
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feathers and artificial flowers; Bond Street in theearly part of the nineteenth century was a differentaffair. The first settler in the street was Jonas Minturn,who about 1825 built No. 22. Mr. Ward came next.The city was then so remote, one could hardly see thehouses to the south across the woods and fields. The Ward children saw the street grow up aroundthem; saw the dignified houses, brick or freestone, builtand occupied by Kings, Halls, Morgans, Grinnells,most of all by Wards. Mr. Ward was then at No. 16;his father, the old Revolutionary soldier, soon came tolive at No. 7, with his daughter Anne; his brotherHenry was first at No. 14, then at No. 23; while hisbrother John was to make No. 8 a dwelling belovedby three generations. Julia did not remember in what year her fatherbought the tract of land at the corner of Bond Streetand Broadway. At first a large part of it was fenced in,and used as a riding-ring by the Ward boys. Therewas also, either here or at No. 16, something in the
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s - A o ta <u z ~ H et X :-. LITTLE JULIA WARD 23 way of a garden, which she thus recalls in an addresson horticulture, given in her later years: — My earliest horticultural recollections go back toan enclosure, usually called a yard, in the rear of myfathers house in New York. When my little brotherand I were turned out to play there, we might just aswell have picked the bugs off the rosebushes as thebuds, of which we made wicked havoc. Not knowingwhat to do with the flower border, we barbarized in-stead of cultivating it. Being of extremely inquiringminds, we picked the larkspurs and laburnums topieces, but became nothing the wiser for the process. Alittle daily tuition might have transformed us into aminiature Adam and Eve, and might have taught ussome things that these old friends of ours did not know.But tuition to us then meant six or eight daily hourspassed in dry conversation with the family governessor French master. No one dreamed of turning theenamelled pages of the ga

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