Louise Chandler Moulton, Poet and FriendWhiting, Lilian
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Louise Chandler Moulton, Poet and Friend
Whiting, Lilian
Moulton, Louise Chandler, 1835-1908
"Shortly after I came into the room, Lord Houghton, whose
voice was very low, brought a gentleman up to me whose name
I failed to hear. My fellow-guest had a pleasant face, and
was dressed in gray; he sat down beside me, and talked in a
lively way on everyday topics until Lord Houghton came to
take me in to table. Opposite to us sat Miss Milnes, now
Lady Fitzgerald, between two gentlemen, one of whom was the
man in gray. Presently Lord Houghton asked me if I thought
Browning looked like his pictures. 'Browning?' I asked.
'Where is he?' 'Why, there, sitting beside my daughter,' he
replied. But, as there were two gentlemen sitting beside
Miss Milnes, I sat during the remainder of the breakfast
with a divided mind, wondering which of these two men was
Browning. After going back to the drawing-room my friend in
gray again came and sat beside me, so I plucked up courage
and said, 'I understand Mr. Browning is here; will you
kindly tell me which he is?' He looked half puzzled, half
amused, for a moment; then he called out to some one
standing near, 'Look here, Mrs. Moulton wants to know which
one of us is Browning. _C'est moi!_' he added with a gay
gesture; and this is how my friendship with the author of
'Pippa Passes' began."
This introduction may be said to have "placed" Mrs. Moulton in English
literary society, and there was hardly a person of intellectual
distinction in London whom she did not meet. She came to know the
Rossettis, William Sharp, Theodore Watts (later known as
Watts-Dunton), Herbert E. Clarke, Mrs. W.K. Clifford, A. Mary F.
Robinson (afterward Mme. Darmesteter), Olive Schreiner, Lewis Morris,
William Bell Scott, the Hon. Roden Noel, Iza Duffus Hardy, Aubrey de
Vere, the Marstons, father and son, and in short almost every writer
worth knowing. She came, indeed, to belong almost as completely to the
London literary world as to that of America.
Philip Bourke Marston, the blind poet, whose friend and biographer she
in time became, she first met on the first day of July of this year.
She has recorded the meeting:
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