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# Woman of the Century/Emma D. E. N. Southworth

​SOUTHWORTH, Mrs. Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte, author, born in Washington, D. C., 26th December, 1819. Her maiden name was Nevitte. Her mother was married twice, the second time to Joshua I.. Henshaw, in whose school she was educated. EMMA D. E. N. SOUTHWORTH. Miss Nevitte was graduated in 1835, and in 1840 became the wife of Frederick H. Southworth, of Utica, N. Y. From 1844 to 1849 she taught in one of the public schools in Washington, and while there employed she began to write stories. Her first story, "The Irish Refugee," appeared in the Baltimore "Saturday Visitor." She there wrote for the "National Era," and in its columns her first novel, "Retribution." was published. That story was issued in book form in 1849. She became a prolific writer, averaging three novels a year, strong, taught in one of the public schools in Washington, and while there employed she began to write stories. Her first story. "The Irish Refugee," appeared in the Baltimore "Saturday Visitor." She then wrote dramatic and finely descriptive works, which attained a remarkable popularity. In 1853 she and her husband settled on Potomac Heights, near Washington, where they lived until their removal to Yonkers, N. Y., in 1876. Mrs. South worth devised for her own use the manila box-envelope, which was afterwards patented by others. Her published novels number over sixty. In 1872 she brought out a uniform edition of her works, consisting of forty-two stories, beginning with "Retribution" and ending with "The Fatal Secret." Her later stories are: "Unknown" (1874); "Gloria" (1877): "The Trail of the Serpent " (18791; "Nearest and Dearest" (1881); "The Mother's Secret" (18S3), and "An Exile's Bride" (1887). Besides these she has published others as serials in the New York "Ledger." Many of her novels have been translated into French, German and Spanish, and republished in Montreal, London, Paris, Leipzig and Madrid. She is now living in Georgetown, D. C.
# Woman of the Century/Emma Howard Wight

​WIGHT, Miss Emma Howard, was born in Baltimore, Md. She is the only daughter of J. Howard Wight, a well-known tobacco broker of that city. She is of English extraction, her father's ancestors having come over with Lord Baltimore. Her paternal grandmother was a Miss Howard, of the well-known Howard family, and a celebrated beauty in her youth. On the maternal side she is also descended from an old Maryland family. EMMA HOWARD WIGHT. Miss Wight was educated in the Academy of Visitation, Baltimore, and early showed a decided talent for writing, her school compositions being always highly commended. For some years after leaving school her time was given to society, though she occasionally wrote a little for her own amusement. At length, acting upon the advice of friends, she submitted some of her writings with a view to their publication. They were promptly accepted, and her productions have since appeared in some of the best journals in the country. Some of her theological articles were especially commented upon by Cardinal Gibbons, and were copied in some of the leading English journals. Her novel, "Passion Flowers and the Cross," appeared in 1891 and made a great stir in the literary world. She is very fond of outdoor exercise as a panacea for nearly all physical ills and a great promoter of health and beauty.
# Woman of the Century/Emma Huntington Nason

​NASON, Mrs. Emma Huntington, poet and author, born in Hallowell, Me., 6th August, 1845. She is the daughter of Samuel W. Huntington, whose ancestors came from Norwich, Eng., to Massachusetts in 1633. Her mother was Sally ​Mayo, a direct descendant of Rev. John Mayo, the Puritan divine, who was one of the founders of the town of Barnstable, Cape Cod, and the first pastor of the Second Church in Boston. Mrs. Nason's EMMA HUNTINGTON NASON. early days were passed in Hallowed Academy, where she distinguished herself as a student, excelling in mathematics and the languages. In 1865 she was graduated from the collegiate course of the Maine Wesleyan Seminary, in Kent's Hill, and spent the two following years in teaching French and mathematics. In 1870 she became the wife of Charles H. Nason, a business man of Augusta, Me., and a man of refined and cultivated tastes, and they now reside in that city. At an early age Mrs. Nason began to contribute stories, translations and verses to several periodicals, using a pen-name. "The Tower," the first poem published under her true name, appeared in the Atlantic Monthly " in May, 1874. It quickly won recognition and praise from literary critics. Since that time Mrs. Nason has written chiefly for children in the columns of the best juvenile magazines and papers. Occasionally, poems for children of a larger growth have appeared over her signature in leading periodicals. She has also written a valuable series of art papers and many interesting household articles, as well as short stories and translations from the German. She has published one book of poems, "White Sails" (Boston, 1888). Her verses entided "Body and Soul," which appeared in the "Century" for July, 1892, have been ranked among the l>est poems published in this country in recent years. Mrs. Nason devotes much time to literature, art and music, in each of which she excels.
# Woman of the Century/Emma Elizabeth Brown

​BROWN, Miss Emma Elizabeth, author, born in Concord, N. H.. 18th October, 1847. Her EMMA ELIZABETH BROWN. girlhood memories are of that comely and prosperous inland city, historic in age and act. There she lived among her own people till the requirements ​of her work drew her to Boston, Mass. She now resides in Newton Highlands. The education of the schools, though good, was of less value than that of the home, where the father's greatest pleasure was in opening to his daughters the treasures of his choice library. If from her father she inherited a love of good reading, of pictures and pre-eminently of nature, she was no less indebted to her mother for a certain executive ability, indispensable to success, while from both parents she received constant help and encouragement in her early efforts. During her school-days she sent to the Concord "Monitor" a poem. That was the first of many contributions to various literary and religious newspapers, the "Atlantic Monthly," "Aldine," the "Living Age," and other magazines. Her only volume of poems is a brochure entitled "A Hundred Years Ago" (Boston, 1876), written with an insight and enthusiasm worthy the descendant of a Minute Man who gave his life at Lexington. Six volumes of the "Spare Minute Series" are of her compiling, and five of the "Biographical Series" are of her writing. Her Sun- day-school books are "From Night to Light" (Boston, 1872), a story of the Babylonish Captivity, and "The Child Toilers of the Boston Streets" (Boston, 1874). One of Miss Brown's charms is the power of throwing herself into her subject
# Woman of the Century/Emma Hahr

​HAHR, Miss Emma, pianist, composer and musical educator, was born in Fayetteville, N. C. She is of Swedish parentage on the paternal side, and on the maternal of French Huguenot extraction. Her father, Franz Josef Hahr, was a Swedish general whose ancestors had for generation, held prominent places at court. He was both musical composer and artist. He gave Emma the choice of music or painting. She turned to music. The groundwork or her musical education was laid by her father. After his death she was sent to Germany, where she had the peculiar good fortune to be received into the home of Karl Klinworth as a private pupil. That led to another privilege, the happiest that could have fallen to the ambitious young genius, that of becoming a pupil of Liszt. She studied under the great master at Weimar the summer before he died. In him she found her ideal guide. One of the highest of the many honors conferred upon her on her return to America was an invitation to appear in concert in the Music Teachers' National Association in Philadelphia. Then followed a series of triumphs throughout the South. There was but one verdict, from the press, from critical audiences, from rival artists: A musical genius of rarest type. Though Miss Hahr has made Atlanta, Ga., her home for several years, where she has been perhaps a more potent factor than any other in awakening and developing musical interest throughout the South, being a teacher of teachers, it is, however, her intention to accept one of the many calls she has received to go on a concert tour through America. In all her labors, as teacher and on the concert stage, she has ​never ceased to be a student, and she has found time for much earnest composition. Her "Lullaby" and "Good-Night Song" are perhaps her best known contributions to the music of America. She EMMA HAHR. has also composed the music for two ballads, a "Song" from Browning's "Pippa Passes." and Orelia Key Cell's "Lady in the Moon." Besides these, there are yet many studies which have met the enthusiastic endorsement of the judges, but which the composer modestly withholds until she shall have more fully tested her strength with less ambitious efforts.
# Woman of the Century/Emma Hayden Eames

​EAMES. Emma Hayden, operatic singer, known in private life as Mrs. Julian Story, born in 1867, in China, where her father held a diplomatic post. Her parents were natives of Maine and residents of Boston, Mass . where her father practiced jaw before going into the service of the government in Shanghai, China, where Emma was born After the family returned to Boston, Emma began EMMA HAYDEN EAMES. to study music under the tuition of her mother, who was a cultivated singer. After a thorough grounding in the preliminaries, Emma went to Paris, France, to study with Madame Marchesi. In 1888 ​she made her debut in the Grand Opera in Paris, after waiting in vain fur a chance to appear under a contract for one year made with the Opera Comique. She secured a cancellation of the contract with the Comique and prepared to sing in "Romeo et Juliette" in the Grand Opera. Madame Patti sang in the title role twelve times, and then Emma Eames succeeded her. Following directly after the most famous singer of the age, Miss Lames won a brilliant triumph on her debut, and at once was ranked by, the French critics as one of the greatest singers and actors of the day. Her repertoire includes Juliette, Marguerite, Desdemona, Santuzza, Elsa, and other famous roles, and in each of them her success has been marked. After her father's death her talents enabled her to maintain the fortunes of her family. She was married. 29th July, 1891, to Julian Story, in London, England. She is regard in Paris and London as one of the greatest singers of the age. Her latest triumph was won in the opera "Ascanio."
# Woman of the Century/Emma Homan Thayer

​THAYER, Mrs. Emma Homan, author and artist, born in New York, 13th February, 1842. She was educated in Rutgers. Her father, George W. Homan, was a prominent business man of that city for over forty years, and was the first to own and operate a line of omnibuses on Broadway. He moved to Omaha, Neb., when his daughter Emma was fifteen years of age. EMMA HOMAN THAYER. Two years later she became the wife of George A. Graves, a native of Western New York, who subsequently held a prominent position in the war department in Washington, D. C., and died while in office, five years after their marriage. Mrs. Graves then turned ​her attention to her long-desired wish to become an artist. Returning to New York, she entered the Academy of Design, afterward becoming one of the original members of the Art League, the school opening on Fifth Avenue. Many of her figure paintings have been exhibited in the National Academy of Fine Arts and in many of the large cities. One life-size piece, entitled "Only Five Cents!" won her two gold medals. In 1877 she became the wife of Elmer A. Thayer, of Worcester, Mass. They lived in Chicago, Ill., for the following six years, and she devoted her entire time to her art. In 1882 Mr. Thayer's large business interests called him to Colorado. They moved to Salida, where they now reside in a beautiful home in the very heart of the Rocky Mountains. There Mrs. Thayer found nature offering a new and inexhaustible field for her art in the delicate and beautiful Mora of that rich region. Her first book, "Wild Flowers of Colorado," was published in 1883 (New York). It contains twenty-four plates of the mountain (lowers found in that State, and has had a large sale. Two years later " Wild Flowers of the Pacific Coast " was published, and proved even more beautiful than its predecessor. One of the highest examples of the genius of this American artist is a memorial window, which adorns the Church of the Ascension in Salida. It is dedicated to the memory of her father, who died in 1886. Her talent as a writer of fiction is shown in her novel, "An English-American," published in 1890. She is not only a gifted artist and versatile writer, but her life bears a noble record of charitable deeds. Of her four children, only one is living, Byron H. Graves, A daughter, Mrs. J. Wallis Ohl, died 1892.
# Woman of the Century/Emma Churchman Hewitt

​EMMA CHURCHMAN HEWITT. HEWITT, Mrs. Emma Churchman, author and journalist, born in New Orleans, La., 1st February, 1850. At three years of age she moved north with her parents, who settled on a farm in Rahway, N. J., afterward moving to Burlington, N. J., and later to Camden, in the same State, where she resided until several years ago, when she moved to West Philadelphia, Pa. She comes of a long line of cultured and educated people, and is a direct descendant of old John Churchman, who was prominent in the sect of Friends in his day. Mrs. Hewitt is a fluent French scholar, with a knowledge of several other modern languages. She began to write short stories at such a very early age that it has been quaintly remarked that she was "born with a pen in her hand." In 1884 she became a journalist and engaged with the "Daily Evening Reporter" of Burlington. N. J., where she labored until its change of management. In 1885, at the solicitation of the publisher of the "Ladies' Home Journal," she began a series of articles with the unique title "Scribbler's Letters to Gustavus Adolphus. The next year she received a call from the same publisher to the associate-editorship of the journal, which position she filled for four years. Notwithstanding her arduous and exacting work while occupying the editor's chair, she contributed regularly sketches, short stories and articles on domestic topics to at least a dozen other periodicals. Her "Kase in Conversation" first appeared in the "Ladies' Home Journal" under the title of "Mildred's Conversation Class." These articles have been published in book form (Philadelphia, 1887), and the volume, entitled Ease in Conversation," has gone into its third edition, and her " Hints to Ballad Singers" (Philadelphia, 1889) has had an extended sale. Her chief literary work is the "Queen of Home," (Philadelphia, 1889) treating in an exhaustive and masterly manner subjects of household interest from attic to cellar. She has contributed from time to time to the Philadelphia "Press," the "Christian-at-Work," the "Sunday-School Times," the "Weekly Wisconsin," the " Housekeeper," the "Ladies' Home Journal," "Babyhood," the "Home Guard," "Golden Days." "Our Girls and Boys," "Our Young Men," "Wide Awake," "Munyoti's Illustrated World," "Lippincott's Magazine." and a number of others. She is a regular contributor to ​several English home magazines and has lately completed a series of papers on household topics for a London periodical. Mrs. Hewitt has a son, a young man of eighteen years, and a daughter in her sixteenth year. About two years ago Mrs. Hewitt severed her connection with the "Ladies' Home Journal" and accepted a position on the editorial staff of the "Home Magazine," published in Washington. D. C., which she was obliged to resign on account of the death of her sister, which compelled her to live in Philadelphia. She is now connected with "Leisure Hours," a monthly publication in Philadelphia.
# Zinzendorff and Other Poems/"To die is Gain"

"TO DIE IS GAIN."
Say'st thou, 'tis gain to die? And may I ask
How thou hast weigh'd, and by what process brought
The Apostle's answer to thy sum of life?
Where are thy balances, and whose firm hand
Did poise therein thy talents and their use
To show such blest result? Time's capital
Needs well be husbanded, to leave the amount
Of gain behind, when at a moment's call
The spirit fleets, and the dissolving flesh
Yields to the earth-worm's fang.
 Say, hath thy lip
Too often satiate, loath'd the mingled cup
So madly fill'd at Pleasure's turbid stream?
Or hath thine ear, the promises of hope
Drank on in giddy sickness, till the touch
Of grave philosophy, their emptiness
Detected, and to their thin element
Of air, reduc'd? Or doth thy cheated heart
Sowing its warm affections on the wind
And reaping but the whirlwind, turn with scorn
From every harvest which these changeful skies
Can ripen or destroy? Then hast thou prov'd
The loss of life, but not the gain of death.
But hast thou by thy ceaseless prayers obtain'd
Such token of acceptance with thy Lord,
So fill'd each post of duty, so sustain'd
All needful discipline, so deeply mourn'd
Each burden of iniquity, that Death
Comes as a favor'd messenger to lead
To its bright heritage, the willing soul?
—Searcher of hearts, thou knowest! Thou alone
The hidden thought dost read, the daily act
Note unforgetful. Take away the dross
Of earthly principle, the gather'd film
Of self-deluding hope, the love and hate
Which have their root in dust, until the soul
Regarding life and death with equal eye
Absorbs its will in thine.
# Zinzendorff and Other Poems/Anacharsis, the Philosopher

ANACHARSIS, THE PHILOSOPHER.
From Scythia's wilds, the Sage to Athens came,
In search of wisdom, not allur'd by fame,
But there, his uncouth mien provok'd the proud,
And mov'd the laughter of a thoughtless crowd,
Who saw not through a veil so coarsely wove,
An upright soul, that heaven itself might love.
—"Think ye I draw no glory from my birth,
My simple manners, and my native earth?
Yet say what honor can your country claim,
From sons unworthy of her ancient name? Say, which is best, to shine with borrow'd rays,
Or rear that column which the world shall praise."
—A scroll from Lydia's king,—"Come, nobly wise!
Thou whom the triflers of the age despise,
Come! view my riches and my royal train,
Nor count the labor of thy journey vain;
Not now I boast my gifts, but thou shalt find
The monarch Crœsus of no niggard mind;
Come, Scythian sage! and be content to bring
Unportion'd wisdom, to a judging king."
—Then spake the man, who scorn'd the charms of gold,
With soul indignant and in language bold,
—"Think'st thou I wander'd from my Scythian home
For glittering dust, or polish'd stones to roam?
I sought the gem of wisdom where it shines,
With gather'd brightness in the Grecian mines.
Happy, might I such sacred prize attain,
And reach in peace my lowly roof again,
And yet preserve in purity refin'd
The chrystal treasure of a virtuous mind."
# Zinzendorff and Other Poems/Burial of two Young Sisters, the only Children of their Parents

BURIAL OF TWO YOUNG SISTERS, THE ONLY CHILDREN OF THEIR PARENTS.
They're, in this turf-bed—those tender forms,
So kindly cherished, and so fondly loved—
They're here.
 Sweet sisters! pleasant in their lives,
And not in death divided. Sure 'tis meet
That blooming ones should linger, and learn
How quick the transit to the silent tomb.
I do remember them, their pleasant brows
So mark'd with pure affections, and the glance
Of their mild eyes, when in the house of God,
They gathered up the manna, that did fall,
Like dew, around.
The eldest parted first—
And it was touching even to tears, to see
The perfect meekness of that child-like soul,
Turning 'mid sorrow's chastening to its God,
And loosening every link of earthly hope,
To gird an angel's glorious garments on.
 The younger lingered yet a little while,
Drooping and beautiful. Strongly the nerve
Of that lone spirit clasped its parent-prop;
Yet still in timid tenderness embraced
The Rock of Ages—while the Saviour's voice
Confirmed its trust: "Suffer the little ones
To come to me."
 And then her sister's couch
Undrew its narrow covering—and those forms,
Which side by side, on the same cradle-bed,
So often shared the sleep of infancy,
Were laid on that clay pillow, cheek to cheek
And hand to hand, until that morning break,
Which hath no night.
 And ye are left alone,
Who nurtured those fair buds, and often said
Unto each other, in the hour of care—
"These same shall comfort us for all our toil."
Yes, ye are left alone. It is not ours
To heal such wound. Man hath too weak a hand—
All he can give, is tears.
 But he who took
Your treasures to his keeping: He hath power
To bear you onward to that better land,
Where none are written childless, and torn hearts
Blend in a full eternity of bliss.
# Zinzendorff and Other Poems/Burial of Ashmun, at New-Haven, Aug. 1828

BURIAL OF ASHMUN, AT NEW-HAVEN, AUG. 1828.
Whence is yon sable bier?
 Why move the throng so slow? Why doth that lonely mother's tear
 In bursting anguish flow?
Why is the sleeper laid
 To rest in manhood s pride?
How gain'd his cheek such pallid shade?
 I ask'd, but none replied.
Then spake the hoarse wave low,
 The vexing billow sigh'd,
And blended sounds of bitter woe
 Came o'er the echoing tide,
I heard sad Afric mourn
 Upon her sultry strand,
A buckler from her bosom torn,
 An anchor from her hand.
Beneath her palm-trees' shade,
 At every cabin-door,
There rose a weeping for the friend
 Who must return no more,
Her champion when the blast
 Of ruthless war swept by,
Her guardian, when the storm was past,
 Her guide to worlds on high.
Rest! wearied form of clay!
 Frail, ruin'd temple, rest!
Thou could'st not longer bear the sway
 Of an immortal guest,
Where high, yon classic dome,
 Uprears its ancient head,
We give thee welcome to a home,
 Amid our noblest dead.
Spirit of Power, pass on!
 Thy upward wing is free,
Earth may not claim thee for her son,
 She hath no charm for thee,
Toil might not bow thee down,
 Nor Sorrow check thy race,
Nor Pleasure steal thy birthright crown,
 Go to thine own blest place.
# Zinzendorff and Other Poems/"Thy will be done"

"THY WILL BE DONE."
When with unclouded ray
 Shines the bright Sun,
When summer streamlets play,
And all around is gay,
Then shall the spirit say,
 "Thy will be done?"
No.—When the flowers of love
 Fade, one by one,
When in its blasted grove
The shuddering heart doth rove,
Then say, and look above
 "Thy will be done."
# Zinzendorff and Other Poems/"Trouble not yourselves, for his life is in him"

"TROUBLE NOT YOURSELVES, FOR HIS LIFE IS IN HIM."
Where lingers life when breath is o'er,
 When light and motion part?
And when the flowing veins no more
 Supply the pulseless heart?
Beneath that brow so deadly fair?
 That changeless marble cheek?
Those lips of adamant? Say, where
 The life of which ye speak?
For one revered and loved I sought,
 His hand was strangely cold,
And o'er his form the shroud had wrought
 Its labyrinthine fold,
Kindred and strangers near him prest,
 If life's elastic bound,
Still thrilled that hospitable breast,
 Where was the greeting sound?
I saw him 'neath that hallowed fane,
 Where souls to God draw near,
The dirge invoked with melting strain
 His inattentive ear,—
Borne on by mourning friends he came,
 They bent beneath the dead,
If life inspired that manly frame
 Where was the buoyant tread?
The clay-cold pillow of his rest,
 Was curtained dark as night,
Tho' at his fireside, fair and blest,
 The evening lamps were bright,
And deep, a voice of wailing rose
 From that once happy dome,
If nought the fount of being froze
 Why turned he from his home?
But while in bitterness I spake,
 Saviour! thy voice divine
Claimed for thy cross and sufferings sake,
 The deathless soul as thine:—
Then I believed that he who slept
 Survived, tho' Nature failed,
And while an earthly sorrow wept,
 The faith of Heaven prevailed.