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Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 2: a Roman winter--1878-1879; aet. 59-60 (search)
o the conqueror on the pale horse? There were those among the Blacks of Rome who would have denied the last sacrament to the dying King. No! said Pio Nono; he has always been a good Catholic; he shall not die without the sacrament! On the 9th of January the King died, and the ransomed land mourned its sovereign as with one heart. Reminiscencee, p. 42S. January 12. Have just been to see the new King [Umberto I] review the troops, and receive the oath of allegiance from the army. The he Mount of Olives, which glows in the softest sunset light, the pale moon showing high in the sky. Christ has been here — here — has looked with his bodily eyes on this fair prospect. The thought ought to be overpowering--is inconceivable. January 9. In the saddle by half past 8 in the morning. Rode two hours, to Bethlehem. Convent — Catholic. Children at the school. Boy with a fine head, Abib. In the afternoon mounted again and rode in sight of the Dead Sea. Mountains inexpressibly <
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 11: eighty years 1899-1900; aet. 80-81 (search)
d through many years; she needed none of these things. Her past was always alive, and she went hand in hand with its dear and gracious figures. but we have outstripped the Journals and must go back to the beginning of 1899. [Boston.] January 1, 1899. I begin this year with an anxious mind. I am fighting the Wolf, hand to hand. I am also confused between the work already done on my reminiscences, and that still wanting to give them some completeness. May the all-father help me! January 9. dined with the Massachusetts Press Club Association. I made a little speech partly thought out beforehand. The best bit in it--why should we fear to pass from the old Testament of our own liberties, to the New Testament of liberty for all the world? --came to me on the spur of the moment.. .. January 16. .. Dickens party at the New England Woman's Club. I despaired of being able to go, but did manage to get up a costume and take part. many very comical travesties, those of Pickwic
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 12: Stepping westward 1901-1902; aet. 82-83 (search)
sects seemed to me like so many boxes of ointment, exceedingly precious while shut up, but I thought also that the dear Lord would one day break these separate boxes, and that then their fragrance would fill the whole earth, which is His house. This is my first writing in this book. From this thought and the Be still, I may try to make two sermons. In afternoon came William Wesselhoeft, Sr., and prescribed entire quiet and rest for some days to come. Oh! I do long to be at work. January 9. To-day for the first time since January 3, I have opened a Greek book. I read in my Aeschylus [ Eumenides ] how Apollo orders the Furies to leave his shrine, to go where deeds of barbarity, tortures, and mutilations are practised. At this time she heard of her son's receiving from the Czar the cross of the Order of St. Stanislas. She writes to him:-- Goodness gracious me! Are you sure it is n't by mistake? Do you remember that you are my naughty little imp?... Well, well, i