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Identifier: civilwarechoesch00howa (find matches)
Title: Civil War echoes: character sketches and state secrets
Year: 1907 (1900s)
Authors: Howard, Hamilton Gay
Subjects: Statesmen
Publisher: Washington, D.C., Howard publishing company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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for me a dumb show, but one never to be forgotten.I fairly feasted my budding aesthetic passion for femalebeauty, as I saw before me my ideal of it. I stood andgazed upon this divinity until I began to think I might betaken for a private detective or an idiot, and so by anunwritten law of good breeding, never to be outraged orbroken, I cut short my rapturous entrancement and passedon to another quarter of the mansion, where my eyes wereagain greeted with another vision of female loveliness. Clinging to the arm of one of the Empire States mostdistinguished and most majestic senators—himself anApollo-Hyperion, with reddish-yellow curly hair crowningan imperial head that rested some six feet two inches ormore above the velvet carpeted floor, whom my reader canreadily identify, was one of Americas fairest and renownedwomen. She was the brilliant and adored daughter of agreat man who was a leading member of Lincolns Cabinet,and subsequent thereto the presiding officer of the highest 128
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U. S. SENATOR JOHN SHERMAN, OHIOLATER, SECRETARY OF THE TREASURY AND SECRETARY OF SVATE10 Civil-WAR Echoes — Character judicial tribunal in the world. It was believed, even then,she was not happily married to her little senator husband. But what a magnificent appearance this arm-linked couplepresented this evening as they slowly passed along. Shewas the personification of grace in the movement of headand body and carriage generally. Her head and face weresmall and wholly feminine in contour, resting upon perhapsthe most perfectly swan-like neck ever molded by the DivineSculptor. Her neck and poise of head were her distin-guishing physical features. Her eyes were large and dove-like ; her skin like wax in its purity; her hair simply dressed,and her toilet and jewel adornments beyond my descriptivepowers. I gazed at this couple with their marvelous endow-ments of physical perfection, perhaps as I did at the partici-pants in the first opera I attended in New York—LAfricaine—when I

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