Chapter 6: seventy years young 1889-1890; aet. 70-71
She was dissatisfied with herself in these days. “January 1, 1889. In my prayer this night I asked for weight and earnestness of purpose. I am too frivolous and frisky.” “On waking I said, ‘If God does not help me this day, I shall not be able to finish my address.’ [for a Washington's Birthday celebration at Newport]” She thinks He did help her, as she found the vein of what she wished to say, and finished it to her “tolerable satisfaction.” “As I entered the hall in the evening, the thought of Cinderella struck me, and I used it by comparing the fashion, of which we make so much account, to Cinderella with her rat horses and pumpkin carriage, so resplendent until her hour came; then the horses would ”
The seven decades of my yearsThroa many sorrows, more delight,
I figure like those Pleiad spheres
Which, throa the heaven's soft impulse moved,
Still seek a sister star beloved.
Throa miracles in sound and sight,
Throa battles lost and battles won,
These star-spaced years have led me on.
Though long behind me shows the path,
The future still its promise hath,
For thoa the past be fair and fond,
The perfect number lies beyond.J. W. H.