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doing about one tenth of it. Well — I have given three Sunday preachments at a sort of Woman's church which they have here.
My themes were: “The order of the natural and the spiritual,” “Tares and Wheat,” and “The power of religion in the life.”
I was in New York last Wednesday, to preside over the mid-year Conference of the Woman's Congress.... I had a visit from Salvini the other day. He was most charming, and sent me a box for last evening's performance of “The outlaw,” in Italian: “Morte Civile.”
I went, with my Harry and Laura, I in my best attire.
I had received some very beautiful roses, which I threw upon the stage, at the recall after the third Act. Today I met Wendell Phillips in the street, and made him come in to see Marion, whose letter on English rule in India, printed in the New York Tribune, he had liked very much.
Phillips asked me how I came to live in this part of the city, and I told him about your gift of the house.... Marion is sitting by my fire, with Browning's “Jocoseria” in his hands, from which he has been reading passages.
It sounds strange and silly ...
To the same
Oak Glen, May 10, 1883.
...--I have been here alone all these days, with many gentle ghosts of past companionship, and with a task at which I work steadily every day. This is a life of Margaret Fuller, rewritten mostly from the memoirs already published, but also recast in my own thought.
The publisher is in a hurry for it, and 