. ... Went to the Masonic Banquet
, which was preceded by a long ceremony, the consecration of three new banners.
The forms were curious, the music good, the occasion unique.
The association appeared to me a pale ghost of knighthood, and the solemnities a compromise between high mass and dress parade.
The institution now means nothing more than a military and religious toy.”
In this year she met with a serious loss in the death of her uncle, John Ward
He had been a second father to her and her sisters; his kindly welcome always made No. 8 Bond Street a family home.
. The contents of uncle's will are known to-day.
He had made a new one, changing the disposition of his property made in a previous will which would have made my sisters and me much richer.
This one gives equally to my cousins, Uncle William's four sons, and to us; largely to Uncle Richard, and most kindly to Brother Sam and Wardie.
We know not why this change was made, but once made, it must be acquiesced in, like other events past remedy.
My cousins are wealthy already — this makes little difference to them, but much to us. God's will be done, however.
I must remember my own doctrine, and build upon ‘The Fact Accomplished.’
This passage explains the financial worries which, from now on, often oppressed her. She was brought up in wealth and luxury; sober wealth, unostentatious luxury, but enough of both to make it needless for her ever to consider questions of ways and means.