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Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 7: a summer abroad 1892-1893; aet. 73-74 (search)
he kind. They wished to hear Pickwick, and a long reading was held in my room, the fire in the grate helping to cheer us. September 15. Left Montreux for Paris. Reed brought me a beautiful yellow rose, half-blown, upon which I needs must exercise my old trick of versification. Paper I had none — the back of a pasteboard box held one stanza, the cover of a Tauchnitz the others. September 18. Heard to-day of the noble poet, Whittier's death. What a great heart is gone with him! September 22. Liverpool. Embarked at about ten in the morning. Edward Atkinson, wife and daughter on board, a valuable addition to our resources. September 29. At sea. I said in my mind: There is nothing in me which can redeem me from despair over my poor life and wasted opportunities. That redemption which I seek must be in Thee. There is no progress in the mere sense of ill-desert. I must pass on from it to better effort beyond, self-reproach is negative: woe is me that I was born! Amendmen
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 13: looking toward sunset 1903-1905; aet. 84-86 (search)
oked forward to their visit as a kindness to them and their parents, but it has been a great kindness to me .... September 5. Some bright moments to-day. At my prayer a thought of the divine hand reaching down over the abyss of evil to rescue despairing souls! . .. September 19. Dear Flossy and Harry left. I shall miss them dreadfully. She has taken care of me these many weeks and has been most companionable and affectionate. My dear boy was as ever very sweet and kind. .. . September 22. Have puzzled much about my promised screed for the Cosmopolitan on What would be the Best Gift to the People of the Country? As I got out of bed it suddenly occurred to me as the glory of having promoted recognition of human brotherhood. This must include Justice to Women. I meant to tackle the theme at once, but after breakfast a poem came to me in the almost vulgar question, Does your Mother know you're out? I had to write this, also a verse or two in commemoration of Frederic L.