nearer to the higher life into which she and her deai father have passed.
“Have had an uplifting of soul to-day.
Have written to Mary Graves
: ‘I am at last getting to stand where I can have some spiritual outlook.’
The confusion of ‘is not’ is giving place to the steadfastness of ‘is.’
Have embodied my thoughts in a poem to my dear Julia
and in some pages which I may read at the meeting intended to commemorate her by the New England
The Journal of this spring is full of tender allusions to the beloved daughter.
The dreams of night often brought back the gracious figure; these visions are accurately described, each detail dwelt on with loving care.
In the “Reminiscences” she tells of Julia
's consecrated life, of her devotion to her father, and to the blind pupils; describes, too, her pleasure in speaking at the Concord School of Philosophy (where her “mind seemed to have found its true level” ) and in a Metaphysical Club of her own founding.
“It was beautiful to see her seated in the midst of this thoughtful circle, which she seemed to rule with a staff of lilies.
The club was one in which diversity of opinion sometimes brought individuals into sharp contrast with each other; but her gentle government was able to bring harmony out of discord, and to subdue alike the crudeness of scepticism and the fierceness of intolerance.”
In the “Reminiscences” we find also the record of Julia
's parting injunction to her husband: “Be kind ”