One after another the dear forms seemed to paint themselves on my inner vision: first, the nearer in point of time, last my brother Henry and Samuel Eliot
I felt that this experience ought to pledge me to new and more active efforts to help others.
In my mind I said, the obstacle to this is my natural inertia, my indolence; then the thought, God can overcome this indolence and give me increased power of service and zeal for it. Those present, I think, all considered the sermon and Communion as of special power and interest.
It almost made me fear lest it should prove a swan song from the dear minister.
Perhaps it is I, not he, who may soon depart.”
Later in April she was able to fulfil some lecture engagements in New York State
with much enjoyment, but also much fatigue.
After her return she felt for a little while “as if it was about time for her to go,” but her mind soon recovered its tone.
Being gently reproved for giving a lecture and holding a reception on the same day, she said, “That is perfectly proper: I gave and I received: I was scriptural and I was blessed.”
Asked on another occasion if it did not tire her to lecture,--“Why, no!
it is they [the audience] who are tired, not I!
On April 27 she writes:--
“I have had a great gratification to-day.
Mrs. Fiske Warren
had invited us to afternoon tea and to hear Coquelin
deliver some monologues.
I bethought me of my poem entitled ‘After Hearing Coquelin
Maud wrote to ask Mrs. Warren
whether she would like to ”