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Updated: October 20, 2025
Strange food was set before her; delicious jellied cold soups, and scarlet lobsters with giant claws; and Maria Angelina discovered that excitement had not dulled her appetite. The music sounded again and Cousin Jim asked her to dance.
"And tell me, my Araminta my Angelina I mean how did you contrive your elopement and how did you escape from the eye of your aristocratic Argus how did you escape from all your unfeeling persecutors? Tell me, tell me all your adventures, my Angelina!
Angelina understood that confiding silence, appreciated that tactful discretion, adored that complete submission to her will. It was true that her friend had only come once to her now within the space of many, many weeks, but he had sent her Rose. "He's coming soon, Wose weally soon to tell us stowies. Bu-ootiful ones."
"The Christmas Angel! It is the very same pink Angel that Angelina and I used to hang on our Christmas tree!" In three great leaps, like a schoolboy, he crossed the street and ran up the steps of Number 87. The Christmas Angel seemed to smile with ineffable sweetness as he gave the bell a vigorous pull.
Several letters passed between Catherine and her would-be pupil, which so aroused Catherine's interest, that she went on to Philadelphia chiefly to make a personal acquaintance with the very mature young woman who at the age of twenty-seven declared she knew nothing and wanted to go to school again. In one of her letters to Sarah, early in the spring of 1832, Angelina says,
On the front pit bench next the orchestra, discussing a plate of bread and meat and the contents of a brown jug, sat a stout man in shirt-sleeves and a woman in a cotton gown. The woman rose as I made my appearance, and asked, civilly enough, whom I pleased to want. I stammered the name of Miss Angelina Lascelles. "Miss Lascelles!" she repeated.
Instead of a ridge all around his eyebrow, he has a little hollow in one spot." A society for the encouragement of abstinence from the use of slave products had just been formed in Philadelphia, and Angelina desired her friend to put her name to the pledge, but not Sarah's. In a postscript Sarah explains this, saying:
Sloan, who was assistant city-editor. On two evenings a week Mr. Sloan fled the cares of the Fourth Estate and became Sam in the soul-refreshing presence of Miss Angelina. He was by no means her only male admirer. In the Sixth Grade at the Hilldale Public School she had thirty others; among these Willie Downey, whose name appeared on every page of the composition Mr. Sloan had read.
Evidently it had not debarred Boyd from presenting himself, or her from receiving him, although a note brought to me from Mrs. Bleecker by her black wench said that both she and Angelina Lansing were ill with the heat and kept their rooms. "We are bidden to cake and wine at five," said I. "Are you going?"
Through the opening daylight is visible once more, and from the region of the machines is heard a chorus of voices singing "The Fatal Wedding." "Hot a i r!" Phoebe intones derisively. "It's a wonder Angelina wouldn't get a new song. Them strippers sing that 'Fatal Wedding' week in and week out." We worked steadily, and as the hours dragged on I began to grow dead tired.
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