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luive followed in due succession. From this placx' heroes of that and
many another I'amil}^ went forth to the defence of liberty and were
among the bravest- at tlie battles of Lexington and Bunker Ilill and in
the struggles ol the Revolution. AVe, who have lived .■-iiice tliat day of
sharp conflicts with the foes of freedom, luive rejoiced to liear again
the sound of emancipation. And now, in our old age, we assenil)le
with our countrymen here and commemorate the events that established
the fact that the nation could live with chattel slavery entirely elimi-
nated, and right made triumphant.

" ' Familiar as household words shall be the names of Garrison,
Rogers, Tiiomiison, Phillips, Douglass, Weld, Quincy, Jackson, Burleigh,
Sunnier, Chase, Wilson, Birney, Brown, Foster, Kelley, May, Pillsbury,
Putnam, Mott, Purvis, t'liaimian, McKim, Whittier, ^Miraliam Lincoln
and Lucy Stone with the Tribe of Jesse and full nuuiy otliers.

"'The scenes and occurrences of anti-slavery days sJuill, in our social
gatherings, be ever renu^mbered. I cannot ex'itress, as I would, the sen-
tinu'iits I feel at such a gathering as this. The associations of half a
century of experience mingle with tlu'se passing hours and fill me with
delight, which I can only try to voice in song.'

"Mr. Hutchinson's spirited verses were simg with wonderful effect,
and those who were j)resent and who had heard him forty or fifty years
before were kindled liy him with the same enthusiasm as then and dis-
covered no loss of his musical genius and electrifying power."

The original song was ;is follows :

Hail, all hail! ye lu'ave and true!
Joyful tidings we bring to y(ni.
^^lices angelic we hear above
Sweetly singing in strains of love :
Conu', ye faithful ones, tried and true,
Heaven is waiting tor such as you,
Your work on earth is faithfully done,
Ccjuie up higher, _\our crown is won.

The c(.)mbat fierce, the batth' long.
You bravely strovi- agaiiwt the wrong.
A guilty nation for wov or wi'al
Turned a deaf ear to your appeal.
l'l)on your warnings the church did frown.
While cowardly mobs would put you down,



202 THK IirTCIIIXSOX FAMILY.

But triU' Id (JimI ami liiiiiiaii ininlit
YdU tiniily conteiiil(.-(l lor tlie riiilit.

TliosL' bravf?^ wert^ fittt-d lor t\w liour,
No tliri'ats ot vengeance niaile tin in cower;
Tliej' pitied the sorrows of the oppressed,
And said such wrongs slioiild be redressed.
"Deal gently with the erring crowd,"
Cried doughface Yankees, long and loud.
"No union with slave-holding now,"
Dear Garrison spoke the rigiiteous vow.

The battered front of Sumter's wall
Crumbled before the rebel ball.
Tlie dogs of war were loosed at last.
Spreading o'er all tlieir withering blast —
(_)'er North and Soutli. It seemed their fate
To wreck and strand our Ship of State.
While yet the slave his fetters bore,
Tlie white man Ijatlied in brother's gore.

" Let my people go," we sang ;
Through loyal hearts the echoes rang.
And freedmen by Lincoln's proclamation
Bravely fought to save the nation.
Crowned with success our glorious flag —
Victorious o'er the rebel rag.
No taint of slavery the land infests
Our jtrosperous nation now attests.

So, now, good friends, rejoice with me,
The day of promise we live to see ;
With grateful hearts and strong desire
We wait the summons. "Come u]) liiglier."
Dear comrades, faithful, tried and Xrnv,
Heaven is wailing for such as you ;
Y'our work on earth is fully done,
Receive the crown that you Inive won.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice!
The crown is won.

President Putnam then made an address of welcome,
after wliieli there were remarks by William Lloyd (iar-
rison, son of the great agitator, who argued that the



LOOKING TOWARD SUNSET. 203

direct language of the Abolitionists was their tower of
strength ; that they were reformers, not politicians ;
Rev. Samuel May, the old organized Societj-'s agent,
full of interesting reminiscences of the anti-slaverv
epoch, Hon. M. M. Fisher, one of the leaders of tlie Lil>
erty Party; George B. Bartlett, who read an original
poem. Then we sang '• Get off the Track."" prefacing
it wilii a history of its composition by Brotlier Jesse.
Then s[)eaking followed l)y Hon. Parker Pillsl)ury,
who said this A\'as the proudest and happiest day of his
life, and srave an interesting- view of his life-work. We
followed this with '• There's no such word as fail,'" a
song written by (ieorge W. Putnam, and set to music
by Brother Asa, after whicli another song was called
for. George T. Downing, of Newport, who represented
the colored people in the meeting, arose and said :

"In conversation witli ;\Ir. Ilutcliinson in tliu early staj^es of this
nieetinji-, we carried ourselves back to a Imilding in the eity of New
York where tlie members and friends of the anti-slavery association
used to assemble annually. At one of these gatherings a notori(nis
man, by the name of Rynders, eanie there with his associates to break
up the meeting. I was one of the number pre>ei:t. Mr. IIutchins(jn
and his noble band sat in the gallery. The meeting becanu' a complete
scene of disordi'r, owing to the intirrujition of Hynders and his gang.
Without any announcement, tlie Ilutchinsons ar()>e in the audience, or
rather in the gallery, and witli their sweet voices com](K'tely tamed the
wild beast, as I recall him on that occasion. They are about to give us
the song which they sang then."

Following ]Mr. Downing's remarks, I said:

" It was not always convenient for us to tie announced from the stage.
We wotdd manage to get among the audience, ami when opjiortunity
came to do our duty, we w<iuld do it. We did it on that occasion. It
makes me feel like shedding tears of joy that we were' privileged to
serve and evi-n to >uffer for the great cause of emancipation. We were
once with William Lloy<l Ciarrison at Portland, and when the mob was
so noisy that nothing could be heard, he reniaine(l silent, as they wouhl
not allow him to speak, and turneil ami asked us to sing. We arose



204 THE HUTCHINSON FAMILV.

and suiil;' tliis vi ry snii^. I would stati- tliat, of tlif two nu'nil)(.-r> of my
i'aiiiily wlio :\w w illi iiir lo-(hiy. my dauLiliti'i- lakus tin- placL' of my lU-ar
sisttT who was wiili iiu- .^imjiiij;- rci'ditly at tliu Imrial of our IhIovimI
John (i. Whitlitr. wlio luis gouc to his glorious home aliove ; and lu-r
husband wroic me a IrltcT which I receivi'd just bcfoi-L' I came, in which
he says, ' Abliy am! myself cannot he with you. yet we will be with _vou
in si)irit,' and I Ik lirve it is so. \\\' will sinu. friends, ' ( )ver the Moun-
tain and o\er tiu' .Moor.' or 'The Slave's -Viipeal." "

lu'V. (J(_'()rL;'L' AV. Porter, I). I)., of Lexington, then
told the story of the mobbing of Garrison 1)}- the kid-
gh)ved pro-shivery men of Ijoston. Mrs. Lucy Stone
thi'ii paid a gh^wing tribute to Abby Kelley Foster, and
lier effoils to talk for al)oliuon in the faee of the op})0-
sition to women on tlie jilatform and detailed some of
lier oAvn experiences in the same direction; Abby Mor-
ton Diaz followed, giving her recollections of the devo-
tion to the cause that made it such a delightful thing
to be an anti-slavery girl. liev. ^Varon Portei', son of
llathorne Poller, one of the '' Seven Stars" of tlie anti-
slavery days in Danvers, told the story of their meet-
ings, (ieorge W. Putnam, of L^nn, a cousin of Kdwin
Percy Whip})le, the essayist, and a family connection
of Joshua It. Giddings, for a while private secretary to
Charles Dickens, a constant contributor of anti-slavery
poems, articles and reports to the Li/>rr((f'>t\ and who
once acted as Ijusiness agent for the trio of brothers
in the West, writing ''pioneer" hutt'rs from Hutch-
inson, ^NPnni., made a line speech in t'ulogy of the
leaders in the agitation, all of wliom he knew intimately.
(jcorge T. Downing spoke of the ]iolitical phase of the
I'cform and made a declaration of liis own ]»rinciples,
wliicli cN'okcd loud applause. Ivev. I'eti'r J\andolph,
Ijorn a slave, ma«le ihc closing address. I'cmarking that
the settlement of the ]ace })rol)lem l;iy in a[)plying the
priucijile of tlie fatherhood of (bid and tlie brotherhood



LOOKING T()\VA1:D SUNSET. 205

of man. We sang onco ov twice more and t-lost'd our
part of the exercises with the " Ohl Granite State.""

Within a Aveek of the Danvers meeting, J had starUMJ
for the West and liic WorhTs Fair. I went to Wlicatoii,
111., where I had licforc si^'iit many happy days with my
old friends Knfus Hlaiicliard and Avife, and took (piar-
ters witli them. .May 1st I joined with the Inindieds of
thousands in tlie diorns at the o[)ening of the great ex-
position in Chicago, heard tlie President in his speech
and realized the l)eginning of important events so well
inaugurated. After a few days there, and a few visits
to friends and relatives, I took a trip to Minnesota to
take care of husiness interests that demanded innnediate
attention. While there I appeared in concert in Hutch-
inson, and sold several lots, some of them on the main
street, the pa[)ers s])eaking of them as the most impor-
tant sale in a long time.

Early in June 1 I'cturned to Wlieaton and (Miicago,
and then connnenced a pleasant experience, lasting for
months. When the louiid of sight-seeing l)eeamt^. weari-
some, there was the temporaiy home to retire to, and
the rest of a few days would i-efresh me for new ex[)e-
riences. It would he impossil)le to chronicle all the
l)leasnnt sur^jrises caused \}y meeting tlie friends of 1)\ -
gone days. There were to l)e found on an\' da\-. and at
almost every turn, men and women often whom I liad
not seen since tlie davs of tlie familv (piartet, or of
the ti'io of Ijrotluus wliicli succeeded it. Some \\'ere
from foreign lands, and renewed friendshi[is formi'il in
the "40's. Then manv new friends were made, wliich
will never l)e forgotten while memory lasts. Asa's son,
Oliver Dennett irutcliinson, with his wife, were in the
com[)any on the tri[) fnim 1 1 nlcliinscin, and I met them
often during their stay in ( 'liicag(j. My tirst call after



206 THE lirTClllNSoN I'AMILV.

my arrival at the g-rouuds Mas on Frederick Douglass,
commissioner lor llayli. The ITth of June was ]\lassa-
chusetts Day. The handsome old Colonial State Build-
ing was dedicated, the Sons and Daughters of the Revolu-
tion assisting in the affair. Tlie opening exercises were
hehl in tlie nnisic hall, Governor Kussell of Massachu-
setts, Dr. Chauncey M. Depew, Judge H. M. Shepard,
(ieneral Horace Porter and other notables l)eing promi-
nent in the assembly. At 10.30 the exercises opened,
1 1)eing introduced to sing '' The Sword of Bunker Hill.""
the well-known composition of my friend Covert. I
prefaced the song Ly reciting a few appropriate lines :

"Hail t(i tlu'Iand on wliicli we tivad —

< >ur tuiKk'st boast,

The ^(.'jiulclirc of initihty ileail —
Tlif truest hearts tliat ever l)K'iI,
Wlio sleep on glorv's brightest bed,

A fearless host.
No slave is here ; our \niehaineil feet
AValk freely as the waves tliat beat

< )ur coast.

"Our fatliers erossed the oeean wave

'i'o seek this shore,
They left behind the eow an! slave
To welter in his liviui; ura\ ^■.
With hearts iinbent, hi.uh, steady, brave,

Tliey sternly bore
Sueli toils as meaner souls hail (|uelle(l,
15ut souls like these sneh toiU im|ielled



" Ih'.il to the nioi'ii on which tliey stooil

( )n Hunker's height,
And fearless stenuned the invading tlom
And wrote our dearest rights in lilood,
,\nd moweil in ranks tlie hireling lirood

In (les])erale light.
(Hi, 'twas a ]jrouil, I'Vidtant day
I'or e'en our fallen fortunes lay

In liuht."



LOOKING T0WA1;D SUNSET. 207

Rev. Dr. Parsons then offered prayer, and Dr. Depew,
president of the New York Societ}' of the Sons of the
Revolution, w;is iiitrocUieed as the orator. There was a
great uproar as he stej)])ed to the front. He said:

" I want to excuse myself for being late, but the fact is, I got lost in
tlie crowd and liearing of your rapid transit decided to try some, and so
took a wheeled chair. Well, that boy told me all about himself, his
family and the War of the Revolution, till I thought I would have to
use a phonograph and siiid my .■speech to the hall that way.

"It is peculiarly apiiropriate that to-day we listen to 'The Sword of
Bunker Hill,' from tlii' man who^^c fatJier was in the Revolution. Most
of us are either grandciiildrm, or great-grandchildren, or some other
distant relative of those lieroes. But here is a man who is distinctly
connected with that jui-iitil. ( »ne of my earliest recollections was
going with my mother to a coneert by the Hutchinson Family, and
hearing that gentleman sing who has sung to-day, and I must say that
he looks now as he did then.

"It is mighty ap]H-opriate that we meet to-day on the anniversary of
the battle of Bunker Hill. This battle was one of the smallest of the
war, in so far as the nund)er of men engaged were ccmcerned and the
number slain, but it was fraught with more importance than any other
battle of the Revolution.

" It was the most useless battle, yet most useful conflict ever fought.
The little band of farmers knew the}' could not concpier Boston. There
was a great issue at stake on Ijoth sides. The Continentals vv-ere deter-
mined to find out if they would stand together, the British were deter-
mined to prove that the colonists would not dart' tight. When the
British were routed three times and Washington heard the news, he
said: 'The lilierty of America is assured.'

"The liattle of Bunker Hill created the Republic. Patriotism is not a
sentiment that is not to be used in everyday life exceiit in an emergency.
In the hurry of everyday life we are apt to forget sentiment and patri-
otism. We, the descendants of the" revolutionary soldiers, have been
building States for a hundred years. The issues that existed when the
battle of Bunker Hill was fought do not exist to-day, l)ut there are is-
sues, and there will be new ones to-morrow.

"There are no dudes amoiiL;- the Revolutionary stock ; they are all
workingmen, knowing that the gospel of work is the gospel of Christ.
Tliey built States witli tlie corner-stone — the Bible. The ' sword of Buir-
ker Hill 'has been turned into ]ilow-shares ; it has been tm-ned into
rails, cables and electric wires ; into ]ilates tliat protect our ships, and
it has made tlie ribs of the structures that I'oniprise tliis 'White City.'



208 THH HUTCiriN>;()X rA:\riTA'.

"'Tilt' Swonl (if IJimkrr Hill' >iieaks Ly evi'iy rail tliat ginls lliis
country, liy (.'Vi^ry wire ariMss tlii' pi-airirs ami iiiulrr tlie waters, liy
evt'ry iiiiprdVriiuMit in tliis great cniitiiicut ; let it lie (iiir cloiul liy day
anil mir pillar o( lire by night, leading us in that patlMvay marked nut
fur us by the heroes of the Kevolution."'

I have quoted the Chicaf/o Xews' report of the speech,
AA'hicli evoked trenieudoiis enthusiasm. I need not say
liow iniicli it pleased nie to have been able to sing thij
song Avhich })roved to be the key-note for such an out-
burst of ini[)r()mptu oratory. Later in the day, C'onmiis-
sioner Hovey, Gov. Russell and other notables held a re-
ception in the John Hancock Huilding. The Daughters
of the Revolution also gave a banquet to the invited
guests. 1 was treated with the utmost courtesy.

Tlie 19th of June was California Day, and I was in-
vited to participate in the dedication of the State Build-
ing. " O. D.,'' as Asa's son is affectionately termed hi
the family, sang with me, and we gave the song the trio
of brothers used to sing in the days of the Forty-niners,
" Ho for California." I had a very pleasant conversa-
tion with General Miles, I remember. Two days later
I saw the l)ig Ferris wdieel start. On the 24th the Hayti
Building Avas ojjened. I (juote a short description of the
ceremonies fi'om a Chicago paper:

" Ilayti is for the first time represented as a nation in a World's Fair.
Its building was formally opened on the 24th. The exercises were very
appropriately opened with a song, 'The JMillennium,' by dear old John
Hutchinson, who has so often sung in tiie cause of tlie freedom of tlie
black jieople as he now sung their triumph. Frederick Douglass and his
fellow-commissioner, Mr. Preston, were assisted in rect'i ving the guests by
Mrs. Douglass. Mr. Douglass's address was received with frcqui'ut ap-
plause, and he was eloquent when he said of this Exposition, 'It stands at
the toiinu>st height to which science and Christianity have upborne the
world. Xo such demonstration couhl liave taken place in the ])resence
of slavery and war. Its white walls speak of liberty and human brother-
hood to all iiatiiiiis, kindreds, tiuigut's and j)eo2iles.'"



LOOKING TOWAKD SUNSET. 209

I liad only the intervening Sabbath in which to rest
before New Hanipsliire day came, the 2(Jth. The State
Ihiihhng was dedicated by a speech from Cxovernor
Smitli, after Avliich [ was called npon to sing. Of conrse
there was but one song with which I could respond —
that one wliich so many of the Tribe of Jesse sang to-
getlier at the dedication (if tlie Xew Hami)sliiri' lUiilding
during the Philadelpliia Centennial, '' The Old Granite
State.'' Tlie applause ^\■as as warm as tliat given us all
on that other notal)le day. There was a great liand
sliaking after it was over. It was a very liot day, and
singing was wearisome indeed.

I found AVbeaton a little too far away from the Fair,
and so early in July moved into the city, taking rooms
on ^lichigan Avenue. On the 3d of July I sang in the
buildings of four different States. The Fourtli was a
great day. I sat on tlie platform facing five Inuidred
thousand people. C'onniiissioner Davis presided, and
Mayor Carter Harrison spoke. Rain interfered with
the programme, and I did not sing "• Yankee Doodle,"
as I had expected to. 1 sought refuge in the Xew
York IJuilding, and there found such old friends as
Mrs. Isabella Beecher J looker, ^Irs. Carpenter, Mrs.
Ives, and others, and sang to them. July 10th was
Pennsylvania Day. Governor Pattison gave a recep-
tion in the State Building, and there M'as S[)eaking. I
sang " Uncle Sam"s Farm." Several days of alternate
rest and activity followed.

At aliout this time the CluaKjo Opinion Ivindlv re-
ferred to me as follows:

".Tolm Ilutcliinson, tlie (inly siuviviiii;- iiuMiibcr of tlic cclc-hrated
Hutciiiiison Family, is a iriu~t at the Millard Avenue Hotel. Mr. Hutch-
inson is an aueil ni;ni, and most patriarehal in appearance, l)Ut is one
of the v(Mmuest r.ieii to lie found in manners and conversation. His re-



210 THK JH'TC'IJIXSON FAMILY.

iiiiiiiMTiici.'s (if the old ;iMti-.-lavi'ry days, wlirii tlif (luartrl, i-oiisistiiii;- of
liiiiisi'lf, liis liroiliiTs Asa anil -ludMin. and sistrr Al)l)y, (.-lectrititMl tlic
forthwith tlnir Min^s of Irct-ildni, arc iiin>i inti_Tc>ling ami arc widl f-
iiK'nil)urL-d liy ilidsi' who were living away back in the '40's and '■'>(('>.
^Ir. IIutchiuMiii >iill linds liinist-lt' in active demand iijion public occa-
sions, he having sung at World's Fair, New IIanii)sliire and also Bunker
Hill Day, and more recently before the Single Tax Club. The son of
iNIr. Jlutchinson was the first husband of -Mrs. llev. lUiiry Morgan,
daughter of the late Isaac S. riiillips."

I had just made my lieadquarters at the IMilhird Ave-
nue Hotel at the time this notice was Avritteii. I made
this my stop[)ing-phiee practieally all the time after
that, until I came East again. P^aiiy in August the
Peace Congress was held, this, of course, attracting my
sympathy and presence. On the loth of August 1 sung
the " People's Advent" for the Lil)eral ('ongress at the
An Memorial Palace. On the 18tli 1 sung and spoke
for tlie peace people in the same place. On the 19th
Lillie, with lier husband. Rev. Mr. Morgan, and my
grandsons Jack and Uichard, arrived. Cleveland Camp-
bell, another grandson, came on from Lynn about tliis
time, and Kate also came. I contracted tlie hal)it of
spending a good deal of time in the California Building.
The matron, Mrs. Smith, Avas a sister of my dear friend
E. P. Brown, of Elmwood, 111., and thi'ough lici- kindness
I held many receptions in the building, Lillie, .hu-k and
Picli singing with me. I^illie's l)rotlier, Ei'ed Phillips,
wlio lias a line bass voice, also sung witli us sometimes.
I think I ha\e mentioned that Mr. Morgan was a travel-
ling evangelist. He secured a large gospel Avagon. with
sufhcieni sleeping aceonnnodatioiis for the A\"lu)le family,
Avhen occasion required, and so arranged that the organ
could be set U[) at the rear end to serve l)oth as a nnisical
instrument and pulpit. His method in Chicago -was to
liicate the wagon at some point of vantage, after wliieh




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LOOKING TOWAKD SUNSET. 211

Jack would blow a fair-fare on his cornet, wliidi Monld
soon attract a congregation. Lillie and the l)()ys would
then sing, after wliicli ^Ir. Moigan would preadi. Tliis
metliodof Avoilc they liave carried out in varions sections
of the country-, spending much of tlieir time in the South
for some years.

August 25tli was Colored People's Day. The folhnv-
ing report, clipped from the JVews, will show ^hat the
exercises were :

" TluTo \va^ a l)ig nieotiiiji of both wlute and colored jicoido in Col-
miiliiis Hall in the evening. A feature of the session was an essay by
l\ev. .Joseph Cook on ' African Civilization,' read by Kev. Dr. F. A.
Koble, of Chicago. ]\Ir. Cook vigor(n,sIy denounced tlie liijuor traffic,
■which is thrust upon the native Africans by England, America, and
other civilized nations, lie \entured to proi)hesy that when the centen-
nial amiiversary of .Vlirahani Lincoln's proclamation is being celebrated
in lOtio the coloreil i)oi)nlation in jVmerica will number 40,0; 10,1 )l)<\ while
the whites will ]iumber 101 1,1)00,000, and before that time comes, the
negro's full rights as a citizen will have been conceded. .John \V. Hutch-
inson, the only surviving niendn^r of the famous Hutchinson Family,
whose songs of liberty thrilled tin- land thirty years ago, was introduced,
and sung one of liis ininutal)le songs. Miss Hallie .T. Brown recited
'The Black Regiment,' and Mr. Talley, one of the -Jubik'e singers, simg
'The Himtsman's Horn.' A ]ia]ier on 'The Congo State and the Be-
demption of Africa,' by Dr. J. A. ('ass(jn, was read."

On August 20tli. T sung at the ^lemorial Ihill, at a
meeting ill which Jlenry (ieorge and Dr. McGlynn were
speakers.

Early in Septemher, T went to Lafayette, Ind., to
visit my friend, Helen ]\I. (iougai-, the tempertince ora-
tor, ^ly arrival was ainiouiict'd l)y the 'Journal of tliat
place, under the flattering heading, '• A Noted Aisitor,"
as follows :

"Lafayette is honored by the presence of a noted man whose name
was fanuliar to the American public when our parents were young.
.Tolin W. Hutchmson, tiie last of the wcll-kiiow ii Hutchinson family of
singers, is tlie guest of ^Ir. and Mrs. .John D. Guugar. The Hutcliin-



212 TIIK lirTCHIXSoX FAMILY.

sons, wli(V-r voices wciT first ii]ilit't(il for HIk rty iiiiil univiTsal fri'tilom
fully lift\- years ayo, iu'imI no introduction to the projilc who have lion-
orf(l thoni so lonij.

"Garrison, I'hillips, ^lay, Sumner ami Iluteliinson blend naturally
together. 'There are lour quartets of that family, each with three
brothers and a sister in it,' wrote ]Mary Ilowitt. But to-day there sin^s
but one. His A'oiee is as mellow and strong' as thouyh no seveiity-thinl
milestone of life lay l)efore liini. In his home in Boston he is known
as 'Father Hutchinson' and ' I'ncle John,' and whenever his Iteauti-
ful ])atriarelial face is seen it is met with reverence and love.

"The history of anti-slaver}^ times is indelibly blent with the Hutch-
inson family, and how much their stirring songs did to educate anti-
slavery sentiment camiot be estimated. It is a liberal education to
listen to the conversation of the grand old patriarch, and time passes
unnoticed when one is hearing his eloquently tt)ld memories of olden
times. Lafayette bids welcome to the last remaining member of the
famous Hutchinson family."

The days .sj)eiit with ]\lr. and ]\Irs. Goiigar -were
happy indeed, lieeeptions Avere arranged, and on one
night there was a lawn party in my honor. 'J'o niy
great regret, I had taken a slight cohl, wliich made me
hoarse, so tliat 1 was nnal)le to sing as well as I wished.
I liad an idea that in o-oino- to Indiana I shonld secnre
a few days of al)solnte rest, after the excitement of tlie



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