The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1899-11-18

even es young girl was deeper, more
subtle than the mere physical, for she
had the beauty and charm Of an enrnsst,
gifted, loving human soul, and her ana
BILE. genial nature made her attractive to
the young and old.
She was married In 1855 to Benjamin
Mace, talented young lawyer Of Ban.
gor, and for thirty years of their married
life that city was their home. Eight
children wers born to them, four dying
In childhood, two. one Of three years aud
the other, bah Q, DYING the same day OF
membranous Group Two sons and two
daughters rem NAMED to bless them with
the brightness OF their youth.
OF Mn. Maoe's personality in mature
womaphood enc who knew and loved her
says: "Shs was Of comm anding presence
with certain statussque calm evil
dent to ell who approached hsr; yet she
was genial. true and strong In her affeo-
tion-a we'll poised woman in mind and
body. She had way Of looking you
straight In the. eye when oonversing
was so appreciative Of attentions shown
her. and Of all pleasant and beautiful sur
roundings. that 1t was the greatest Joy
to have Ter for "A guest. Even tie SER
wants, her friend continued. ''rsgrsttsd
when Frances visit came to an end. /"
with financial losses ana they were forced
to part with their elegant, well appointed
home, a large stone house on one of the
finest streets of Bangor, and seek much
humber quarters.
ave all thought that Frances would be
overwheimed. but on the contrary the
change did not seem to disturb her In the
least. On my attempting to condole
with her she said, 'Oh, well, rather like
this little house. Here oan do my own
work and not be troubled with fervants
Every thing has Its compensation
In 1894 Mr.. Mace having fully recovered
his financial standing. they made them
selves home In among the foot hills of
the Santa Cruz mountains, near Lyndon
Heights. the home Of their eldest daugh-
ter, May Lyndon. In 1895 Mrs. Mace
writes Of this new home, al have called
the place Ultima Thule, believing that
for both my husband and mysslf 10 would
prove the best and farthest land. l am
well content to journey no more since l
have given mp all hopes Of ever being well
enough to journey to my own country.
Now only waiting will be my watch
word. Let me tell you little about this
last home Of mine The house Is only O
cottage, straw colored, with . red roof.
not many large rooms, but two delight
full verandahs. From there the view 10
charming. The pretty city lies just be-
low us, ten miles away some spires show
ing from mass Of green, signifying San
JOSS. The smooth rolling coast range Of
mountains. Of which Mt. Hamilton is
chief, Is in full view. / ait out and gaze
upon them, and they would look beanti-
full to me but that am gifted or doomed,
with vision which always sees beyond
the EXTREMIST limit, and SO see three
thousand miles away and look on the
sparkle of Portland harbor and the blue
Penobsoot. and ses beloved faces missed
forever from my life. cannot forget
but think shall lind content In this
pretty little home in the hills"
Mrs. Mace was o great admirsr of the
bea titles Of Portland and she had many
friends here. Hsr last visit was at the
unwilling Of the Westminster bust of
Longfsliow for which she wrote, BY invi.
tation, the dedioatory poem beginning:
"Eace of our bard beloved. clothed upon
With an immortal beauty, welcome
home"
Nine years ago sweet June Mace, her
''blue eyed summer child" Of ,yhom she
sings In that beautiful poem ~rhs Pep