Trinity Church, where I enjoyed Phillips Brooks's sermon. Felt much drawn to go to communion with the rest; but thought it might occasion surprise and annoyance. Going into a remote upper gallery I was present at the scene, and felt that I had my communion without partaking of the “elements.” These lines also suggested themselves as I walked home:--The Universal bread,The last day of the year dawned upon me, bringing solemn thoughts of the uncertainty of life, and sorrow for such misuse of its great gifts and opportunities as I am well conscious of. This has been a good year to me. It carried me to the Pacific slope, and showed me indeed a land of promise. It gave me an unexpected joy in the harmonious feelings toward me and the members of A. A.W. at the Detroit Congress. It has, alas! taken from me my dear pastor, most precious to me for help and instruction, and other dear and valued friends, notably Sarah Shaw Russell,1 Abby W.
The sacrificial wine,
The glory of the thorn-crowned head,
Humanity divine.
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have always with us; our fellows flit from our company, or pass away and we must help them when and while we can.”
On December 5 she hears “the bitter news of Abby May's death.
Alas! and alas!
for the community, for her many friends, and for the Club and the Congress in which she did such great silent service.
God rest her in His sweet peace!”
On Christmas Day she went to
1 Mrs. George Russell, widow of the Doctor's friend and college chum.
Houghton Mifflin Company, Boston and New York. 1916.
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