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“April 15. A delightful Easter.
I felt this day that, in my difficulties with the Anti-Suffragists, the general spread of Christian feeling gives me ground to stand upon.
The charity of Christendom will not persist in calumniating the Suffragists, nor will its sense of justice long refuse to admit their claims.”
“April 17. Sam Eliot was in a horse-car, and told me that Tom Appleton had died of pneumonia in New York.
The last time I spoke with him was in one of these very cars.
He asked me if I had been to the funeral, meaning that of Wendell Phillips.
I was sure that he had been much impressed by it. I saw him once more, on Commonwealth Avenue on a bitter day. He walked feebly and was much bent.
I did not stop to speak with him which I now regret.
He was very friendly to me, yet the sight of me seemed to rouse some curious vein of combativeness in him. He had many precious qualities, and had high views of character, although he was sometimes unjust in his judgments of other people, particularly of the come-outer reformers.”
“April 19. To get some flowers to take to T. G. A.'s house.
Saw him lying placid in his coffin, robed in soft white cashmere, with his palette and brushes in his hands....”
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