where the boys were collected, the guests were introduced.
Quite a number crowded to see the Author of the ‘Battle Hymn
Two or three said to me: ‘Are you the woman that wrote that Battle Hymn
When I told them that I was, they seemed much pleased.
This I felt to be a great honor.”
The next day again she is harassed with correcting proofs and furnishing copy.
“Ran to Bartol
for a little help, which he gave me.”
The Reverend C. A. Bartol
was our next-door neighbor in Chestnut Street, a most kind and friendly one.
His venerable figure, wrapped in a wide cloak, walking always in the middle of the road (we never knew why he eschewed the sidewalk), is one of the pleasant memories of Chestnut Street. We were now to leave that beloved street; a sorrowful flitting it was.
“Friday, November 3
. Moving all day. This is my last writing in this dear house, No. 13 Chestnut Street, where I have had three years of good work, social and family enjoyment.
Here I enjoyed my dear Sammy for six happy months — here I mourned long and bitterly for him. Here I read my six lectures on Practical Ethics.
Some of my best days have been passed in this house.
God be thanked for the same!”