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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 7: a summer abroad 1892-1893; aet. 73-74 (search)
. I said in my mind: There is nothing in me which can redeem me from despair over my poor life and wasted opportunities. That redemption which I seek must be in Thee. There is no progress in the mere sense of ill-desert. I must pass on from it to better effort beyond, self-reproach is negative: woe is me that I was born! Amendment must have positive ground. I wrote some lines in which a bit of sea-weed shining in the sun seemed as an illustration of the light which I hope to gain. September 30. A performance of Jarley's Waxworks in the evening was much enjoyed. Edward Atkinson as Mrs. Partington in my witch hat recited some merry nonsense of Hood's about European travel. October 2. Boston. In the early morning John M. Forbes's yacht, the Wild Duck, hovered around us, hoping to take off his daughter, Mrs. Russell.... Quite a number of us embraced this opportunity with gratitude.... October 3. All seems like a dream. October 7. Newport. I begin my life here with a pra
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 8: divers good causes 1890-1896; aet. 71-77 (search)
ul in taking care of me, and that we are reading Bulwer's Pelham, the stupidest of novels. We are two thirds through with it, and how the author of Rienzi could have offered the public so dull a dish, even in his unripe youth, passes my understanding. You must not get too tired. Remember that no one will have mercy upon you unless you will have mercy upon yourself. We sit out a good deal, and enjoy our books, all but Pelham, our trees, birds, and butterflies. Affectionate Ma. September 30. My dearest Maud left me this morning for another long absence; she is to sail for Europe. She had forbidden me to see her off, but I could not obey her in this and sat with her at breakfast, and had a last kiss and greeting. My last words called after her were: Do not forget to say your prayers. May God keep my dearest child and permit us to meet again, if it is best that I should live until her return, of which at present the prospect seems very good.... The Association for the Ad