Ottawa, Ill., Jan. 13.
My Dearest Livy—
Another botch of a lecture!—even worse than Elmira, I think.1 And it was such a pity—for we had a beautiful church entirely full of handsome, well-dressed, intellectual ladies & gentlemen. They say I didn’t botch it, but I should think I ought to know. I closed with a fervent apology for my failure, just as I did in Elmira—& the apology was the only thing in the lecture that had any life or any feeling in it. It cuts me to the very quick to make a failure. I did feel so ashamed of myself. I even distressed the Committee—I touched their hearts with my genuine suffering, & real good fellows as they are, they came up to my room to comfort me. The failure was chiefly owing to an idiot president, who insisted on introducing me while the people were still pouring in,—& they kept on coming in till one-fourth of the lecture had been delivered to an audience who e were [ en exclusive[ly] ] engaged in watching the [new-comers ] to their seats—it seemed that I never would get their attention. I grew so exasperated, at last, that I shouted to the door keeper to close the doors & not open them again on any account. But my confidence was gone, the church was harder to speak in than [any ] empty barrel would have been, I was angry, wearied to death with travel, & I just hobbled miserably through, apologized, bade the house good-night, & then gave the President a piece of my mind, without any butter or sugar on it. And now I have to pray for forgiveness for these things—& unpreprared, Livy, for the bitterness is not all out of my bad, foolish heart yet.2
Took tea with Mr. Lewis—like him ever so [much. If ] you remember, he is like Twichell—you are acquainted with him as soon as you take him by the hand. It would take some time to get acquainted with his wife, though.3
Lost my baggage somewhere, day-before yesterday—heard of it today, but can’t get it before I arrive in Toledo4—am lecturing in my bob-tail coat & that makes me feel awkward & uncomfortable before an audience.
Livy, dear, I am instructed to appear & lecture in New York City Feb. 15. It is the most aggravating thing. I have to miss the re-union after all, I suppose, for no doubt I shall have to go on lecturing just the same, after that. But you must write me all that the happy re-unionists do & say, & I shall be with you all in spirit, at least, if not in the flesh. And I shall keep a sharp look-out & see if I can’t get a day or two to myself between Jan. 22 & Feb. 13, because I do so long to see you, Livy dear. So far there are only five applications in my agent’s hands for lectures during that interval, I think.5 You [ wr were ] right not to send the picture if it slandered you like the other, but it does seem to me sometimes that any ‸new‸ picture of you would be a comfort to me—one that had seen your own face lately. The old photograph is a dear old picture to me, & I love it; but still it isn’t as beautiful as you are, Livy, & I want a picture that is. I am not so absurd as to love you simply for your beauty—I trust you know that well enough—but I do love your beauty, & am naturally proud of it & I ‸ want don’t wan’t the picture to mar it.
Poor Lily Hitchcock!—see how they talk about her in print—just as generous & warm-hearted a girl as you ever saw, Livy, & her mother is such a rare gem of a woman. The family are old, old friends of mine & I think ever so much of them. That girl, many & many & many a time, has waited till nearly noon to breakfast with me, when we all lived at the Occidental Hotel & I was on a morning paper & could not go to bed till 2 or 3 in the [morning. She ] is a brilliant talker. They live half of every year in Paris—& the hearts that rascal has broken, on both sides of the water! It always seemed funny to me, that she & I could be friends, but we were—I suppose it was because under all her wild & repulsive foolery, that warm heart of hers would show. When I saw the family in Paris, Lily had just delivered the mitten to a wealthy Italian Count, at her mother’s request (Mrs. H. said Lily loved him,)6 & then—but ah me,! it was only going from bad to worse to jilt anybody to marry Howard Coit. I know him, a dissipated spendthrift, son of a deceased, wealthy eminent physician, a most worthy man. Howard “went through” the property in an incredibly short time. And this poor little numbscull Lily’s last act was to mortgage her property for [ $50,000 ‸$20,000‸ ], gold, & give the money to that calf. He will squander it in six months if he has not mended greatly. {The above was told me in Chicago by a Confidante of Lily’s who was simply under promise to keep the matter from her parents.} Until that moment I said the whole affair must be untrue, because, as detestable as some of Lily’s freaks were she could not be capable of deceiving her mother & father & marrying secretly.7 And to tell the plain truth I don’t really believe it yet. She is an awful girl (the newspaper article is written by somebody who knows whom he is talking about), but she isn’t that awful. Li She moves in the v best society in San F. Does that horrify you, Livy? But remember, there never was so much as a whisper against her good name. I am so sorry for that girl, & so very, very sorry for her good kind mother. I hold both of them in grateful remembrance because they said in their happy remembrance always—for they were your brave, [outspoken ] sort of friends, & just as loyal to you behind your back as before your face.
Well—I simply meant to enclose the slip, with a line of explanation—I think I rather overdid. it.
Tell Miss Lewis that I think the answer is “Considerable?.” What is her notion? I have told her brother all I knew about her, & a mighty sight that I didn’t [know. I ] always like to give good measure.
The passage [ ma ] from the “exquisite” struck me at the time as a vivid echo of my own sentiments—I knew it would be of yours, without your mentioning it, dear Livy.8 No, you wouldn’t [ m ] ask me to go to prayer meeting if you fancied I was tired, & I am sure I would always try to be as thoughtful of you, & as watchful for your happiness. I think the our very chiefest pleasure would (will, Livy,) consist in planning & scheming each for the other’s happiness. Livy, I cannot conceive of such a thing as my failing in deference to you, either now or when you are my wife, (for I will not think of your being any one else’s wife, Livy,) or ever conducting myself toward you, in the world’s presence, in a manner unbecoming to your dignity. Why did you talk of not sending “this half sheet?” It delighted me more than I can [tell. I ] like all you say about marriage, for it shows that you appreciate the tremendous step it is, & are a looking at it in all its parts, & not to simply seek flaws in it.
After some littele delay, I am back & ready to go on answering your letter—but alas! it is i AM, I am tired to death & so sleepy—
And so I press this loving kiss upon your lips, my darling Livy & waft you a fond Good-night.
Sam. L. C.
[enclosure:]
An Eccentric California Belle.9
San Francisco Correspondence of the Providence Journal.
Mrs. Ellet, in her recent book on “Famous American Women,” makes mention of a California lady remarkable for her ability to entertain twenty gentlemen at once by her vivacious conversational powers.10 If this were the only, or chiefly, remarkable thing about Miss Hitchcock, she would be a far less remarkable personage than she is. But she is a character, and such a character as this age cannot and need not duplicate the country over. As Americans, we have long boasted of the versatility of our climate, soil and people. Perhaps Miss Hitchcock was a necessary national production, that the world may be convinced of the truthfulness of this boast. She is a public character—an actress requiring a far broader stage and larger house than other actresses of the time. She is an only daughter, an only child, I believe, of a wealthy and most respectable family, her father, Dr. Hitchcock, having come to this coast as an army surgeon during the Mexican war. He is now a retired physician and among the most substantial and worthy of San Franciscans.11 His accomplished daughter has long been one of the belles of this city, without whom no social gathering of the ton was complete if she was in the country. When a child she was rescued from a burning building by some members of Knickerbocker Engine Company, No. 5, since which time she has never forgotten them—wearing conspicuously, at all times and in all places, a neat gold “5” upon her dress, and at times making the company, of which she is a duly elected member, costly presents, ranging from the cherished “5” to the gold-mounted fire-horn.12 She is eccentric to an extent that would shock our New England notions of propriety, showing her eccentricity, now by presenting [the ] “Fives” a barrel of brandy, now by staking a thousand on a favorite horse at the races, again by riding on the cowcatcher with the constructing engineer over the entire length of the Napa Valley Railroad, to which ride she challenged said engineer, and still again by some of the noblest deeds of philanthropy and charity. She has upwards of $50,000 in her own right, and of course is expected to inherit the hundreds of thousands of her [father’s ] estate. From her own purse she supplies the wants of many needy objects of charity, being generous to the extreme and of noble impulses. She vibrates between San Francisco and Paris, taking New York and London in her way, and astonishing the natives of each of these quiet (?) intermediate cities by what she does and what she does not do. She [defies ] all rules and conventionalities of society, dresses and acts as she pleases everywhere, selects her company from all classes at will, and yet commands the confidence and good-will of all. She is conspicuous at the grand balls of the Empress at the Tuileries,13 [attends ] annually the Derby in England, where, it is said, she amuses herself by winning or losing a few hundred pounds a day at the hands of the young sprigs of nobility. A few days since she started in company with her parents overland for New York, and thence to Paris. Two days after her marriage notice appeared as evidence of the last of her eccentricities; she in a quiet way, with the personal knowledge of but two human beings besides herself and the fortunate (?) groom, having suddenly experimented in the role of bride. Another admirer was with her all the afternoon of that day, until 6 p. m., when she went, as he supposed, to dinner. At 8 p. m. he met her again by appointment and went with her to the theatre, after which he accompanied her and the family as far as Sacramento on her overland journey, quite ignorant of the fact that from 8 p. m. he had been in company with Mrs. Howard Coit instead of Miss Hitchcock.14
[in pencil on wrapper:]
Miss Olivia L. Langdon
Present.
[docketed by OLL:] 26thExplanatory Notes | Textual Commentary
Knickerbocker Number 5 became so attached to her
that they admitted her to honorary membership October 3, 1863,
and her certificate of membership was her most prized
possession. After this she was expected to go to all fires that
occurred in the day. And at night, if her light was not burning
until her engine was housed she was fined. ... She always wore a
little gold 5 pinned to her dress, and signed herself Lillie H.
Coit 5. She asked that this 5 be left on her at the end.
Everything she had, even her linen, was
marked—L.C.H.5. Lacemakers even worked it into her
monogram on her fans. (Green,
19–20)
This is the same youth whom she dared to drive
down an embankment on the Cliff House road a few years ago,
which he did at the small cost of $1200. Her husband
is left behind, she not having seen him, it is said, since they
left “Saint James’ Free
Church.” Doubtless ere this she has informed her
loving pa and dearest ma of her last romantic experiment, and is
now enjoying some other innocent amusement. But while this heroine is thus eccentric and
romantic in her composition, and thus reckless in her demeanor,
as before remarked, there are in her character many of the
noblest traits possessed by any. She speaks evil of no one, but
has a kind word and warm heart for all. Were that heart, these
talents and her means consecrated to her God, and her life
restrained by the religion of Jesus, she would have almost
unlimited capacity for usefulness. (Vallejo)
Source text(s):
Previous publication:
L3, 30–37; LLMT, 49–52, without the enclosure.
Provenance:see Samossoud Collection, p. 586.
Emendations and textual notes:
en exclusive[ly] • enxclusive
new-comers • new-|comers
any • [‘y’ partly formed; possibly ‘amn’]
much. If • much.—|If
wr were • wrere [‘r’ partly formed]
morning. She • morning.—|She
$50,000 ‸$20,000‸ • $5 20,000
outspoken • out-|spoken
know. I • know.—|I
ma • [‘a’ partly formed]
m • [partly formed; possibly ‘w’]
tell. I • tell.—|I
the • []he [badly inked]
father’s • fa[]her’s [badly inked]
defies • defie[s] [badly inked]
attends • att[]nds [badly inked]