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thing. They came down quite seriously, and after a 
moment with one accord as they stood quite silent at 
the foot of the stairs, they recited the poem about the 
clock. As you look at their work — their knitting and 
embroidery, their writing and sewing, and as you see 
their enjoyment of beautiful things, flowers, for in- 
stance, you cannot help thinking that they have, as 
Phillips Brooks said, some inner sense which stands 
them in stead of what they have lost. 
No account of any series of years in Mrs. Agassiz’s life is 
complete without some mention of Nahant. The summers 
there during the period of which we are speaking were 
scarcely less active for her than her Cambridge winters, as 
may be seen from some reminiscences of them written for 
the family by Mrs. Cornelius Conway Felton in an unpub- 
lished sketch called “Summer Days at Nahant,” from 
which the following selections are made. 
The house was placed on a slope of land so that one 
side of it was entered from the grassy lawn, without 
any driveway. The other side facing the sea was high 
enough to give a fine uninterrupted view of the whole 
bay and the Lynn shore. At first there was not a tree 
or a shrub on the place, but Aunt Lizzie’s love for the 
beautiful soon prompted her to plant woodbine be- 
side the porches and to begin a garden. She was a born 
home maker, and any abode of hers, even if for a 
day’s visit assumed an air of cosiness as well as ele- 
gance. Everything was dainty, fresh, and in her 
housekeeping no friction was perceptible between 
mistress and maids. At any hour of the day or night a 
