Memoirs of Anne C.L. Botta,: written by her friends. With selections from her correspondence and from her writings in prose and poetry.

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idea of the pressure under which we all live here.
An Englishman has lately said of us that "we all
seemed to have been born an hour too late, and were
each trying to overtake that hour or to make up
for it." I enjoy the practice of this art of sculpture
more than any other occupation; and if I could live
in a studio for the rest of my days, engaged in it,
I should be content. But I take my rest on modeling.
A. C. L. BOTTA.
PARIS, October 20, 1887.
My dear Friend: Passing the flower market this
morning, I selected two or three plants which I shall
like to think of as adorning your studio: one to
stand in your window, another to bloom on your
table, and a palm for victory, though I believe it is
also the emblem of martyrdom. But, whatever may
be its significance, it is ever green and has a root; and
may I not hope that it will be, in this regard, emblematic of a lasting friendship between us, which has
thus so happily begun?
A. C. L. B.
TO MRS. STEBBINS-THOMPSON.
NEW-YORK, December, 1888.
Dear Mrs. Thompson: Few of us in New-York can
deny that we live in a high state of nervous tension,
fulfilling literally the injunction to do with all our
might what our hands find to do, and always finding
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