Letters of Martha Lebaron Goddard

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. I am in doubt whether to put Curtis who has just been here, under the head of music or lectures. His voice and Wendell Phillips' are, I believe, the most wonderful in the world and so unlike! Curtis is always sad, there is pathos even in his fun, but Phillips is full of victory. A violin in the hands of a master, pleads sometimes like Curtis, but only a comet or a trumpet can reach the exultant purity and sweetness of Phillips' voice. You must have sometimes seen how the nearer clouds drifting across a dark western sky, have been lighted into sweet misty crimson and rose-color by the sunset, that is the color of Curtis' voice; Phillips' is like the deep pure gold of the sunset itself, clear, steady and unfathomable, not lighted, but aglow with its own life.