Letter from Elizabeth Stoddard to Julia C Dorr

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Letter written by Elizabeth Stoddard to Julia C. Dorr, dated November 26, 1894.

This is a scanned version of the original image in Special Collections and Archives at Middlebury College, Middlebury, Vt.



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329 E 15th st Nov 26th 1894 Dear Julia I am glad to hear you are well, and willing to be a sojourner in the land - the possibility of life grown greater as we grow older, I think if I could go back thirty years, I should be like some bodys sister - "sublime, beautiful and paint in water colors". And it pleases me to say, that I never see your verse now, that it does not strike as being on a par with so much of the present verse, but far superior and Stoddard has

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perceived thy also - Your Fallow Field may rank with any poem here - I write very little - my last poem, a new departure, was in the May Atlantic Achilles in Orcus which my dear old boy admired much. Since I have seen you so little, there is a new combination in my life - Lorimer, who has already made himself known among his betters, and elders - this week, Mansfield is acting in his play of Napoleon Bonaparte in Boston, and this morning the papers noticing it have been sent me, and I judge that he had very great applause, cheered to the echo, called out at the end of every act. Had Lorimer been an experienced playwright he would

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not have constructed the play on the lives he has, instead of making it episodal, he would have made it concrete - He was severely criticized here, when it was brought out, but has been more fairly treated in Boston. Besides - Lorry made a contact to play himself the whole season on the road he was not able to rehearse, and improve it. He is making a success in the play of The Amazons. You see I am very egotistic for him. And how is your Harry who forsook letters for business. I hope he does not love money too much, all the same I wish I had some. We have one celebrity. Stoddard is the poorest literary man of note in America. Poor Emma [Lambarn ?] , her husband I fear never will be well

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She worried him so, that he had to go away and be with her sister. We jog on much in the old way - read, read - Thursday last we went to Philadelphia where Stoddard read his forth coming Christmas poem, before the Century Club. He has a way of his own, in reading which is very effective - but alas he is very blind, and when he get nervous, seems to lose his eye sight altogether, which makes me nervous and lost. Remember me to your handsome daughter - And believe me yours truly Elizabeth Stoddard

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