distributed afterwards to the Sunday-School children, some to the Primary teachers' Association; a bunch of lilies of the valley to Reverend Hayward
's funeral to-morrow.
I suddenly bethought me of Padre Roberto
, and with dear Laura's help sent him a box of flowers for his afternoon service, with a few lines of explanation, to which I added the motto: ‘ Unus deus
, una fides, unum baptisma
this filled full the cup of my satisfaction regarding the disposal of the flowers.
They seemed to me such sacred gifts that I could not bear merely to enjoy them and see them fade.
Now they will not fade for me.”
among the many “screeds” written this season was one on “the value of simplicity,” which gave her much trouble.
She takes it to pieces and rewrites it, and afterwards is “much depressed; no color in anything.”
she “writes to Sanborn
” for the Horatian lines
she wishes to quote. ( “whenever,” she said once to Colonel Higginson
, “I want to find out about anything difficult, I always write to Sanborn
” “of course!”
“we all do!”
at this writing the same course is pursued, there is reason to believe, by many persons in many countries.)
it is remembered that in these days when she was leaving Gardiner
at the last moment she handed Laura i a note.
It read, “be sure to rub the knee thoroughly night and morning!”
“why,” she was asked, “did I not have this a week ago?”
“I hate to be rubbed!”