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hitler, sometimes very acid, 1 know. 1 am i)erfectly Mell aware of that
fact, and yet I do like to have my dear friends as oblivious to it as

I'ncle Ludlow and I have had some good times since coming on the
Continent, but we have recently liad a ju'etty severe J:rial. We came
into Switzerland the last of August, and were quite well at Zurich, and
on to Coire, wliere we took our tirst ride by diligence throiigli the won-
derful scenery of the ^'ia Mala and the Splugen Pass. This we did
on one day and tlie ne.xt day went on to Lake Como. Thence we
started for St. frothard route, but we could get no farther than Faido,
a real Italian town, though in Switzerland. The sim and hard travel
brouglit on a bilious attack to I'ncle Ludlow. We called an Italian
])hysician, who could not speak a word of English, and we had to get a
young man who had been in America to come in to interjn-et for all of us.
The doctor would not give Uncle L. the medicint' which he asked for,
and it seemed sonu' of the time as though we should get desjicrate try-
ing to make him understand what was needed. We were there seven-
teen days and wIumi I'ncle L. thouglit he was able to travel he was re-
dui'ed to a mere shadow. You see we had so much sour bread and
poor meats — that is, por)rly cooked food — on the Contnient, that we
were both getting star\ ed before I'ncle L. was taken sick. Then he
nearly hail a sunstroke come u])on him, and at last we were caught at
Faido at a second-rate hotel wlieri' it was nt'.xt to impossible to get
anvthinif a sick nuin could eat. AVell, it w as rather a blue time, Ijut we

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lived tliroiig'li it. ami arc at a iiond hotel now, only I so lonixed for a
frii'iul to come in to whom 1 could say, " (iive me some help." But
sleep and hope ki']it me U]i, and we hoth were rejoiced wIumi we could
Start again. AVe came over the St. (Jothard, and on to Lucerni- in
three days from Faido. The scenery here is worhl-w ide in its fame,
and is considered as grand and fine as an}' in Switzerland. The lake is
c h ar and a lovely emerald green. The mountains rise up in grandeur
ill I'very direction, some of them bare and rocky, some covered with
verdure and green trees ; others completely crowned with the eternal
snows, which give them a still higher and more towering appearance,
as though they really reached the heavens. The first snow mountains
we saw we thought the clouds rested on them, hut when we found the
clouds did not move away, we then knew we were looking at the eternal
Ali^s themselves. But I like them best at a respectful distance as they
oppress me very much when we ride through the narrow passes or val-
leys, and these huge hills seem to be hanging right over our heads all
tlie time. You must c(juie and see them for yourself and then you
will understand it all.

Heard a good l)and in front of the hotel play all last evening, and
they closed the performance with the "Star-Spangled Banner" and
"Yankee Doodle." The Americans staying here applauded well, and
I am an American. Guess if I was half dead the national airs would
arouse me again. To-daj' we have heard the wonderful organ in the
Cathedral. It has a fine vox humana stop, and imitated nearly every
instrument in The wind and thunder were wonderful. The
first night we reached the little town of Faido we asked the landlord
for a room. He ran into the house and brought us a bottle of rum.
The chambermaid could not understand either English or French, but
spoke a German-Italian patois. She knew what hot water was, and
always brought in " caldo " when asked. I had to learn enough
Italian to make my wants known. Now I have a lovely patois, a mix-
ture of English, French, German, Dutch and Italian. None of you
will know us when we get home with our European accomplishments.
Do study the languages before you come over.

Yours, with continued alTection, Aunt Ai$hv.

Naples, Italy, January 25, 1875.
Hotel des .Stkanoeus.

My dear nONNiE Laduie : — I want to send you my blessing and
thanks for the noble thought you had of Aunty at Christmas time, and
for getting all the good friends of Portland to write also. I have sent
a letter to Mr. I'ickard, asking him to thank everybody for me on his


siclo till' liousi', and now you niu>t tliaiik ','V('ryl)0(lj (ui ymir llntcliin-
soii >i(k' Idr nil'. Wliat a nooil liuK' yon liml with .Mrs. ])vinu'tt, as we
a!! liavc had .so many yi-ars ago. Do you know tluit w c luive been
here fur three weeks to-morrow, and though we liave sei'n niiudi of
Naples and it.s I'livirons we liave not seen all. It is so uidike JKjnie,
and yet full of interest in its way. rom])eii, llereulaneum, A'esuvius,
Capri, with its blue grotto, will ever l)e among the womlers of South-
ern Italy, and (iod grant that you may come over here to see for your-
self. Study Freneli and Italian if you ever expeet to conie abroad.
You will tind both languages useful. In Etty's letter to me of
Christmas day she writes of the death of Aunt Lizzy very suddenly at
Rushford, Minn., and since that time we have more of tlu- particulars
tln'ough the AVestern jiapers. I'oor " A " lias had a hard time, losing
Nelly, Fred, and now Lizzy, wlioni lie will miss most of all, and she
lias done so much work at Hutchinson that she will be missed there
very much, in the church, ami in the singing of the " Trilie of Asa."
We are marching riglit along, dear Ileiiry, and now we have as many
relatives over tlie river, and almost more, than here. I liope (iod will
let ns all meet again where tlie "wicked cease from troubling and tlie
weary are at rest." My dear child, it \vill not be Heaven to me unless
I can have all my lieloved with me. I want a great liouse not made
with hands, eternal in the heavens.

We have seen ]Mr, Thomas Cook to-night, wliose part^' we iiave
joined for Egypt and Palestine, and find he is an old acquaintance, and
knew the young Ilutchinsons when they sang in England in 184*'>.
Naples is all alive, and the noisiest place, as far as whip cracking and
fast driving goes. We have music daily and nightly of all kinds.
r>ne sweet voice sang to us a few nights ago, witli a good guitar and
violin accompaniment, and it sounded like your voice, your father's.
Uncle Judson's and I'ncle Ludlow's all combined, so you lan guess I
was prett}' happy witli such a quartet. But the language was Ital-
ian, and not EnglisJi, tliough very musical. We liope to go to jVus-
tria, (iermany, Norway and Swe<len next summer and see the sun
that never sets, "away up North." Can't you all coined You and
Dennett, Asa and John, would have great success in England, I be-
lieve. I long to hear some Hutchinson voices, (iood-night. Good-
by, and may the peace which passetli understanding be and abide with
you all. Amen.

Tell John and .lo~hua I had a ilream almost heavenly the other
night. All of my brotliers came lioine, — Judson, .Jesse, Job.n,
Joshua, Caleb, Zepliy, ^Viidrew, Noah, David, Benny and Asa and full
as many of tlie cliildren, and we sang f)ld liymns togetlier in great joy.
God grant we shall all meet beyond the smiling and the weeping at our
Heavenlv Fathci's door. Yours. Annv.



Ilolll. \'l( Tultl.V, IIaXOVKK. (iKK.MANV,

( )ftobcT 4, 187-").

Mv i>KAU IIkxrv: — I must try ami writi- you a small Icttrr in an-
.swcr ti) your lon^ one, writtt'ii at Martlia's ^'ilH■ya^•d, Si'ptcinbtT 1st.
Wr liavr sri'U till- ])riiiri{>al fitiis of liussia sinco I last wroti' you, —
."^t. JVtiM-shurg and Moscow. The former lias magniliceiit churches,
larLfc palaces and i»icture galleries. We saw jewels enough in the
homes of the different kings and emperors to set up several jeweller's
shoj)s in Ni-w York, and we came away without stealing even the
smallest diamond or precious gem. We saw the little hut which was
formerly' the home of Peter the Great, and from whom St. Petersburg
received its name. We saw very fine horses in St. Petersburg and
even finer in Moscow. Some beautiful black steeds and others a very
handsonu- iron-gray, and nearly all vi-ry fast in speed. They have true
Arab blood, and were the delight of our eyes, for we never tired of
looking at them, as they seemed to fly through the streets. The tur-
rets, steeples and gilded domes of Moscow surpassed anything we have
yet .seen in I-lurope, Asia or Africa. We thought Rome and Constanti-
nople could not be equalled in variety of churches, but Moscow is
quite as wonderful as any place in the world. Many of the roofs of
the houses are green, and tiie gilded domes which rise above then>
make a contrast very marked, and really beautiful. Our guide in Mos-
cow said there were sixteen hundred churches in the city.

Here in Hanover many American and English people come to
study, and the German language is spoken to perfection. What a sen-
sation Moody and Sankey are creating. I think the sweet hyiuns make
Jialf the conversions, but none of them are better than "Coming up
tlie Steep of Time," and the " FatluTliood of (iod and Brotherhood of
Man." AVe have heard from Mary llowitt within a few weeks, and slie
lias invited us to see them in tlu'ir lionu' in .\ustrian Tyrol, (iootl by.
Love to all. We expect to leave for Paris to-morrow ria Holland.
We love (iermanv, its music an<l literature. Ahby.


September 28. 1^77.
Mv DEAR Hexkv : — If you had not written witli your own ]ien the
fact that I have not written you a word since my sickness and recover}',
I would not have believed it true, but as I know you are the soul of
triitli, I now say forgive me, and I'll try to do better next time. The
trutli is, we two jn'ople have been j)retty busy since coming to Milford,
and 1 for one always feel as though my hands were more than full up
liere. 1 liave never liked Milford so much as I do this summer in all
mv life. 1 believe. It mav bi' because I seemed to have risen from the


grave to coinc Iuto, ami I liavi' ]>vvn fjettiiiu; well ever since. We
liave here a railroad, telegrai)li ortice, three mails a day, coming int(j
town, and three going ont. We have a C'onuregational, a Baptist and a
Methodist church, for those who are fond of attending church, also a
Unitarian society, though that is small, and has no c'liurch. Then we
have one of the hest scliools in the country in our liigh school. Be-
sides all this, Milford lias a free library, which has at present over two
thousand books, ^'isitors to the town have tlie jjrivilege of reading
these books, as well as the residents. We have enjoyed this privilege
in common with others, I can assure you. Uncle Ludlow has read sev-
eral books of travel, and how to get around the world in eighty days,
as well as in a longer time. We have travelled many miles around
Milford ; have seen Wilton, Mont A'ernon, Amlierst and Lyndeboro —
have visited JMilford Springs several times; have also found in Am-
herst a s])ring of iron and sulphur, also a soda spring, so we have been
testing one after another. Then we have had a feast of grapes and
peaclies from the vineyard and orchard of Mr. Keyes. We have Ijeen
there to-day and bought half a Inishel of delicious jteaclies, and two
boxes of grapes. We have seen a vineyard at ]\Iason whicli has this
year twelve tons of the handsomest Concord grapes I ever saw, nearly
a pound in a bunch. It is really a treat to see such enterprise, anil
such g.ood fruit right here in these rugged hills. I wish you could be
here to enjoy it with us. On Monday last Asa came to Milford to be
baptized in the river and to join the Methodist church, which was for-
merly the old Baptist. Your father and mother were in town for an
hour or two. John and Asa are continually taken one for the other.
Only last Monday the minister w Jio was to haptize Asa walked uj) to
John and apologized for Ijeing late. He was quite astonished when I
told him this was .lohn. The same day Asa was taken for John. .So it

Dear bonnie laddie, ouv lives any way hang on a thread, and " our
hearts are beating funeral marches to the grave." Each heart-beat
takes us nearer to the last, and we have not much to boast of at the
liest. Friendship and love, and every day a kind deed or word, are ours
to give, and they don't cost much and pay in the end, only we have to
))e misunderstood, come what will, (rood-night.

Your friend, Abbv.


Thi.s letter was written just before jVbby's trip to Alaska,
and left in the hotel in Victoria, to which her brother with his
company wa^^ coniin^ in a <l;iv or two. It u;(> written on odd


papff. witli irprc>iiit;itii>iis (jt' l)inls of j»as.saye tlyin^r in ilitVereiit

direct idus upon it.

DuiAKi. lIoisK, Victoria, \i. ('., July 10, 1879.

My i)i;.\r F.vnnii;: — As wr air again about to take ouv ^flight
nortliward, I thouglit It would 1k' I'Uiiuently projjcr to write you upon a
sheet w liieh would represent the different directions wc may make be-
fore «e return. ' 'h, liad I winji'S like a dove, I would fly — some-
where, it is said that "birds of a feather floek together." In tliis case
I think the l)irds seem all to be flying apart, just as your tribe and we
seem to l>e doing. We have waited lii're one fortnight for our steamer,
and just as your agent will arrive and aiuiounce that you are coming,
nil ^\e go to Sitka. It would not do to have so nutny distinguished
j)eople at once in town. IJemenyi has been and gone. He plays
unlike any one we ever heard. I liked him when I was a little used to
his style. Don't forget to see Beacon Hill and other pleasant places
about this town. We have had two long drives. The roads are good
as those at Lynn, and though they have no surf, they liave great
snow mountains in the distance. Good-by. I hope we shall see you
before the swallows all get to their nests. Yours, Annv.


Xkw York, November 19, 188-i.
Dear John : — I write to know how you are and how Fanny is in
health. Dear " A " has overworked and over-worried, until he is
quite broken down in health. Dennett writes that lie is very an.xious
indeed about his father, and only wishes he could liave joined you in
singing in order to get his mind away from his bothers and cares in
the West. I wish you would write to Asa and cheer liim up all you
can. I felt as though I must have you come right down and see us
when I heard of Asa's health, for it seemed as though you and I
might save him from despair. He is sick and needs a change. I
fight away to keep out of bed myself and cannot keej) well much of
tile time. I liegin to think that no man is truly happy until he is
ilead, and yvl we cling to life so hard. We had a great disappoint-
ment in not having Blaine elected. We are trying hard to swallow the
bitttT ])ill, but it may prove good for us. God bless us all. Write to
>Vsa. Yours lovinglv, Annv.

New York, Novendier 2(i, 1884.
Dkak Jons: — The silver cord is loosed and tlie golden bowl is
broken, and our beloved brollier Asa has gone to his long home. He
has been bothered and worried with ]ietty cart'S until he could no Ion-

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gcr boar tlie strain. His last letters to me showed how he had worked
and worried all summer. Then the cold caine and cliilled his bUxjd
and brain. I am trying; hard to be resigned, and at peace with God,
but it is Jiard. Aliby in Jaimi-rv, Henry in April, Asa in November.
You and I are ak)ne. Tliis has been a sad year for us all, but there is
a haven of rest for the weary soul and wi' will soon l)e there. God
pity us and keep us ready for the wateli tliat may e(jnie in the night.
Three of our treasures laid up in Heaven in one year, " We a little
longer wait, but how little none can know.'

Your sister, Ahuy.

New Y(.i;k, Octobers, 1890.
My dear Bkcjthek: — I am aware as I sit in the rays of a blessed
October sun, that time is fast winging us aw:iy to our eternal home.
Ludlow and I went to Plymouth Church to hear I>yinan Al>bott preach
tliis juorning. How the memories flooded in upon me as I looked at
that i)latform where once the great-hearted, stalwart man poured
forth his eloquent unstudied discourses. There, in her pew sat jNlrs.
Beecher, wdiitediaired and nearing the mystic river. The organ, the
choir, the flowers, all were there, but the great crowd that rarely ever
could all get seats did not appear. There was a fine congregation to
hear a beautiful sermon by Lyman xVbbott. He speaks without notes
and is a fresh, free speaker and thinker, but tlie fire of Henry Ward
Beecher and the tremendous personal magnetism has gone out from
Plymouth Church. I pity any man who has to stand in Beecher's pul-
pit. No place in the world could be harder to fill. Mr. Abbott in any
other place would be a star of the first magnitude. Our dear friend
the great contralto Antoinette [Sterling] I miss also from the choir.
I have not been to Plymouth Church since the funeral of Henry Ward
Beecher, when you and I went to look at his face for the last time, 3'ou
remember. Well, I hope he at last is happy, and not a martyr any
more to the struggle for joy on earth. " We a little longer wait, but
how little none can know." My only comfort is to do my little good
daily, and trust in God for the future. Take all the comfort you can
with your children and don't worry too nmch. You need not go to the
dismal swamp but to Heaven for your mate, who will meet you at
St. Peter's gate. A. H. P.

New Yohk, November 20, 1890.
Dear John and Family: — Lewis, Viola, Judson, Cleveland,
Harry and Katy — This is to wish you all a Hai)])y Thanksgiving. I
hope jou will have a feast of reason and nmsic and flow of soul, with-

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out tlie sparklini^ howl. DiniuT is a <j;oo(l thing to liave, but not too
iMUcli. Better let the turkey do the stuffing and keep your lieads clear
for good singing of the grandfather's Thanksgiving song. Ludlow
unites witli me in w ishing you good clieer this briglit day of the year,
at Old High Kotk. Sing "The l)renking waves (hished liigh." Wish
everyl)ody could liave an open fire in a good room to-morrow, except
our friends in Africa, who don't need fire or clothing to speak of. I
am trying to invent a house to open and shut up for the future. Need
George Putnam to help me teach the young ideas how- to (chute) shoot.
My regards to him. Toast for Thanksgiving dinner :

The graiulfather joins in the innocent mirth,
AvA pr:dses the boys at the family hearlh ;
He siglis not for pleasure, he feels no decay.
But thinks his whole life is a Thanksgiving day.

Keep u]) tlio family harmony, and ///('/ all the " Lost Chords/' but be
sure t(j lose, the i//*eords. This idi^a is jmrely original, and I may get
out a jjatton-t soon, so don't infringe, but keep it in the family.

A. H. r.

New- Y()I!k, A])ril Ki, 189L

My dear John: — Last evening the postman brought to our house
the enclosed piece of paper which is probal)ly a new-spaper wrapper.
I send it at once to let you know what it means. I guess the gum came
off. Have been very Inisy of late. We went Last week to the Greeley
semi-centennial. I>ast Moinhiy went to hear tlie great Englishwoman
Annie Besant — jironounced like peasant. She spoke about the
riches and poverty of London. She goes soon to Boston, and you will
wish to see her. She is a Socialist, and I think a Theosophist, and is to
attend some convention in Boston, I think, ."^he has done, and is doing
much for the poor of London. My religion is to educate i)eople how-
to work — then give them work and pay them for it, and if they are too
sick or w-on't work, send them to a hospital or a ri'fornv school for
lazy folks. Some people are born tired, and no wonder, when their
niotlicrs were all tired out before they were horn. ^ly pen is dreadful,
hut I must tell yuu one thing more. We wtiit to a concert night be-
fore l:i>t, the \'ery finest of the year. The " l!uhin<liin Club, "a society
of women singers, about one hundri'd and fifty in all, who are l)icked
singi'rs of New York. ]Mrs. Itaymond, wlio was Annie Louise Car}',
sang with the altos, and the whole chorus was very fine. They sang
the "Lost Chord" better than it was ever bi'fore sung. Tlie organ
started them, and then the voices took up the theme and the altos and
tenors were like an ait-iimi)animent to the sopranos. .Ml women's

^iisTKi: AP,r.Y"s LETTi-:i;s. 3S1

voici's ; you iiL-ver luMnl aiiytliiiiL;' to iMjual it. T>uillii\v nearly lilistcrcil
liis liatid.s trying to luakt.' tliciii siiiu' it ow-v. So diil tliu wliok' aiiili-
enco, but tlie conductor was rdi'ntless, and would not rc'iicnt.

Yours, over sincerely, Annv.

^'K^\- York, .Alay I'll, 181)1.
'Sir DEAR Bkotiiei: John: — This is to let you know I have your
letter of May iMtli, and am ulad you are pretty widl. (ilad you will
have the ovi'U I'eady for your ])ienie on Decoration Day. [iVhliy took
great inti'rest in tiiis oven, and the plan to furiiish the settlement on
High l\ock with A'ienna rolls, though she expressed a mock horror lest
it should sot Bird's Nest and the contiguous cottages afire, and cremate
the inhabitants.] Hope you received my song, of " \ViId Bells."
Hope also tliat the arrangement for orchestra which Ludlow sent
reached you all riglit, and that youi- Lynn band will like it and ]day it.
We went to a concert last e\'ening where a lady sang the song very
wt'll indeeil. Day before yesterday we sent to you my little book, " A
Handful of Pebbles." I tell Ludlow I expect this and "King Out
Wild Bells " will lie my last will and testament to my relatives. He
says no; that now I must go to work and make some more songs. Let
me liear all about the oven and l)e sure and get a number one baker for
l)read and everytiiing else. Give love to Juddy, \'iola and family, and
take for yourself the old-time affection from your little sister in the
faith, Aiii'.v.

Ni:w YoitK, June (>, 1H!)1.
Dear Johx : — Glad to hear from you so often. < >ur friends seem
to like tlie book, and the song also, (ilad you will play the song on
the Fourth of July. Glad the oven is panning out well, and that your
baker will say " Well done, thou good and faithful servant," as he ]iasses
out tlie loaves and fishes to the well-bred (bread) people of Lynn, Satur-
day niglits. We get plenty of change in these days, especially in tiie
weather. One day we are in tlie melting mood ; next day in the frigid
zone, so that linen dusters and furs look well touether. If all summer
is like this, New York will be a good sea-side summer resort. I would
like to plant a fvw trees before I die in the old town of Milford as well
as in Lynn — Ijut I guess my '' I'ebldes " will have to g(j as my last will
and heirloom to my brothers' and sisters' children. Life is full of
beautv when we are well. Yours ever, Annv.

Ni:w Y..i:k, July 1, ISiil.
Dkau John- : — I'rovidence, and the Providence boat, jierniitting, our
little band will have New York on 'Phursdav for Poston. \Ye will no

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to tlic I'nitfd Stati-s Until, wIktu \vc will stay until wu dociile wliether
we go Is'orth, East, South or West. ( >ur lHi])e is to lunch or dine witli
jou on July 4th, returning to Boston the >anie evoninu Don't liave a
crowd to nu'ct us, only your own family, .so we can sing, and dance, and
wave the red, white and blue in earnest. Hoping to reach Boston
sat\'ly on Friday, and see you Saturday morning,

I am yours ever truly, Abbv.

1*. S. — Ludlow, Etty. Marion, Helen and Haha comprise our l)art\',
personally conduete(l hy (ieneral I'atton.

I'mtlu Statks Hotel,

Boston, July 11, 1891.
Dear JouN : — We saw ]\Iarblehead Neck, Swampscott and Lynn
yesterday, and have decided on Lynn. Hope to be at 40 Tudor Street,
Lynn, next ]\Ionday afternoon. The house is kept by Mrs. Kimball,
and Miss Nellie Hutchinson l)oards with her. So we may have some
niusi(! after all. ^Vfter Sunday we will all be Forty Tudors, and you
may have strength and fortitude to come to sec us. VTe know how to
get to the Lynn "Woods now Ijy electric car. Wc are close to the
ocean and can get to the surf in five minutes. Come down and see us
Mondav afti-rnoon or eveniny. Yours ever, Abby.

ni,i) Homestead (AHlford),
August :n, IfSPl.
Mr DEAR John: — We thought you would be with us on August
'20th, but were disappointi'd, and now the last day of sunnner is bloom-
ing alone. We have been at the Homestead one week. Have received
nuiny calls and have made some visits to relatives. Elias sent nie on

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