Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1

“ [290] Maud and I drove out to Mount Auburn to visit the dear graves. We took with us the best of the birthday flowers, beautiful roses and lilies. I could not have much sense of the presence of our dear ones. Indeed, they are not there, but where they are, God only knows.”

“May 31. Free Religious meeting.... The fears which the bold programme had naturally aroused in me, fears lest the dear Christ should be spoken of in a manner to wound those who love him — these fears were at once dissipated by the reverent tone of the several speakers.. ..”

“June 1.... To the Free Religious festival.... I found something to say about the beautiful morning meeting and specially of the truth which comes down to us, mixed with so much rubbish of tradition. I spoke of the power of truth “which burns all this accumulation of superstition and shines out firm and clear, so we may say that “the myth crumbles but the majesty remains.”” ... ”

She managed to do a good deal of writing this summer: wrote a number of “screeds,” some to order, some from inward leading: e.g., a paper on “Girlhood seventy years ago,” a poem on the death of President McKinley.

“October 5. A package came to-day from McClure's Syndicate. I thought it was my manuscript returned and rejected, and said, ‘God give me strength not to cry.’ I opened it and found a typewritten copy of my paper on ‘Girlhood,’ sent to me for correction in lieu of printer's proof. Wrote a little on my screed about ”