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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as that beach. There I lifted up my voice in prayer amid the tempest;
there, softened by beauty, I poured out my soul in thanksgiving and
contrite confessions. There, in reverential sympathy with the mighty
power around me, I became conscious of the power within. There,
struggling thoughts and motives broke forth, as if moved to utterance
by Nature's eloquence of winds and waves. There began a happiness
surpassing all worldly pleasures, all gifts of fortune- the happiness of
communing with the works of God.
Nor are the arts without their representatives. Stewart, Malbone, Allston, were either natives or residents of the island. It
is said of Malbone, whose exquisite miniatures are so valued, and
whose celebrated work, " The Hours," is still the pride of his
native town, that going to London for the purpose of improving
in his profession, he was presented to West, who, after examining some of his miniatures, inquired for what purpose he had
come to England; and when Malbone replied, to perfect himself
in the art of painting, he answered: "Sir, you can go home
again; for a man who can paint such pictures as these need not
come to England for instruction." It is pleasant to know that
the reputation of Newport, as far as the fine arts are concerned,
is not likely to degenerate. Stagg, a most promising and successful young painter, already approaches Malbone very nearly in
excellence of coloring and delicacy and force of expression. The
late Baron of Kinsale was a native of Newport. In the early part
of the eighteenth century, his father, the younger brother of the
Baron of Kinsale, emigrated to America for some private reasons,
and fixed his residence at Newport. He came with small means
of support, which being exhausted, he was obliged to become a
day-laborer in order to obtain subsistence. It is probable that
he married here, though from the destruction of the records it is
impossible to determine. His eldest son was bound an apprentice on board a merchantman belonging to this port, and was
serving in the forecastle when the news of his uncle's death
reached him. By this event he became Premier Baron of Irelarid,
with the hereditary privilege of wearing his hat in the royal
presence. He retained a strong attachment to his native land;
and no Rhode Islander, to his knowledge, approached within
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