The early days of 1904 brought “a very severe blizzard.
Sent tea to the hackmen on Dartmouth Street corner.”
She never forgot the hackmen in severe weather.
have something hot!”
and tea or coffee would be despatched to the shivering men. They were all her friends; the Journal has many allusions to “Mr. Dan
, the owner of the cab stand, her faithful helper through many a season.
“January 27, 1904
. I was so anxious to attend today's [suffrage] meeting, and so afraid of Maud's opposition to my going, that my one prayer this morning was, ‘Help me.’
To my utter surprise she did not oppose, but went with me and remained until our part of the hearing was finished, when she carried me off. I read my little screed, written yesterday.
When I said, ‘Intelligence has no sex, no, gentlemen, nor folly either!’
laughter resounded, as I meant it should. . .”
. In the evening to hear ‘Elijah’ finely given.
Some of the music brought back to me the desolate scenery of Palestine
It is a very beautiful composition. ... The alto was frightened at first, coming out stronger in ‘Woe unto them,’ and better still in ‘Oh, rest in the Lord
The audience seemed to me sleepy and cold.
I really led the applause for the alto.”
.... Wrote to John A. Beal
, of Beal's Island
, offering to send instructive literature to that benighted region, where three mountebanks, pretending to teach religion, robbed the simple people and excited them to acts of frenzy.”
. Mrs. Allen
's funeral.... I had a momentary ”