hear literary performance praised, and remember my own love for it, and for praise, I think a little how much of all this I have sacrificed in these later years for a service that has made me enemies as well as friends.
I felt called upon to do this, and I still think that if I made a mistake, it was one of those honest mistakes it is best to make.”
She was giving Maud music lessons this autumn, reading Plutarch with her, taking her to parties and giving parties for her. Later, we find her holding mission services at Vineyard Haven
; addressing the Saturday Morning Club ( “Subject-Object
: I smile at this antithesis” ); delivering a lecture at Albanywith the lecture left behind.
“Got to work at once making abstracts from memory. ... Spoke more than an hour. ... Got my money -would rather have paid it than have had such an experience.
Felt as if my inner Guide had misled and deserted me. But some good to some one may come of what I said and tried to say.”
She returned from this trip very weary, only to find “my lecture advertised, not one line of it writtensubject, ‘Men's Women and Women's Women.’
Set to work at once, almost overpowered by the task, and the shortness of the time.”
The lecture was finished in the morning, delivered in the afternoon.
“Warm congratulations at the close.... Such a sense of relief!”
On December 19 she notes the departure of “dear ”