sitting in my green parlor, reading a sermon of dear James Freeman Clarke
. Wrote my stint of ‘Reminiscences’ in the morning.... At bedtime had very sober thoughts of the limitation of life.
It seemed to me that the end might be near.
My lameness and the painful condition of my feet appear like warnings of a decline of physical power, which could only lead one way. My great anxiety is to see Maud before I depart.”
. I dreamed last night, or rather this morning, that I was walking as of old, lightly and without pain.
I cried in my joy: ‘Oh, some one has been mindcuring me. My lameness has disappeared.’
Have writ a pretty good screed about John Brown
.... Dearest Maud and Jack
arrived in the evening.
So welcome I I had not seen Jack
in two years. I had begun to fear that I was never to see Maud again.”
. Had a little time of quiet thought this morning, in which I seemed to see how the intensity of individual desire would make chaos in the world of men and women if there were not a conquering and reconciling principle of harmony above them all. This to my mind can be no other than the infinite wisdom and infinite love which we call God.”
. I prayed this morning for some direct and definite service which I might render.
At noon a reporter from the New York Journal arrived, beseeching me to write something to help the young Cuban girl, who is in danger of being sent to the Spanish Penal Colony
[Ceuta] in Africa
I wrote an appeal in her behalf and suggested a cable to the Pope