Born: February 5, 1854, New Marlborough, Massachusetts.
Died: October 13, 1916, Manhattan, Kansas.
Buried: Wabaunsee Cemetery, Wabaunsee, Kansas.
Laura was the daughter of Edward A. Pixley, and wife of Lauren Newell, a carpenter from Manhattan, Kansas (married 1871). Orphaned as an infant, she was adopted by her aunt, Mrs. Hiram Mabie, who at the time lived in New York.
In 1858, the Mabie family moved to a farm south of where Wamego, Kansas, now stands. Two years after the move, Mr. Mabie died, and his wife resumed teaching.
In 1860, Mrs. Mabie accepted a position in Topeka, Kansas, where she taught many years. Under her tutelage, Laura received her education. as early as age 12, Laura was writing rhymes, and two years later her poems began to appear in local newspapers. She had no thought of a literary career; she simply wrote to give vent to her poetical mind.
In 1873, Laura was listening to an address by a speaker who lamented the death of
genuine hymns, and she resolved to try her hand in that line of work. That began a long period of writing songs, sacred and secular, services for anniversary occasions, cantatas, adapting words to music, and music to words.
She belonged to the Congregational denomination.
Mrs. Newell is indeed a prolific writer. Her poems number in the thousands. She has had over eight hundred poems published in a single year, a most remarkable record. The great ease with which Mrs. Newell writes is one of her special gifts.
Not long since an order, accompanied by music and titles, was sent her for eight poems to suit. At seven o’clock in the evening she sat down to her organ to catch the music. Then she went to her desk, and at ten o’clock the order was ready for the return mail. Her work pleased the publisher so well that he sent her an order for forty-eight additional poems. Mrs. Newell writes several hundred poems annually. She is a very modest and unpretentious lady, and goes about her daily work as cheerfully as her poems advise others to do.
The deeply religious character of the woman stands out boldly in nearly all her work. The next world is apparently as real to her as the present. Her heart is in her work, and to the end of life’s chapter, while able, may she wield her pen to tell the Story so dear to her heart, in verse and song.
Hall, pp. 316–17