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Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To Miss Eliza Scudder
To Miss Eliza Scudder. Wayland, 1863.
Wasn't I as proud as a peacock, and did n't it make me spread all my feathers, to have a pair oa vairses written to me in my old age?
and such verses, too!
Seriously, dear friend, I was never so touched and so pleased by any tribute in my life.
I cried over the verses, and I smiled over them.
I wanted to show them to everybody; but I did n't dare to show them to anybody — they were so complimentary.
I knew I didn't deserve them; but I also knew that you thought I did, and that made me happ
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To Miss Eliza Scudder
To Miss Eliza Scudder. Wayland, 1864.
Another encouraging thing is the marvellous and constantly increasing change in public opinion on the subject of slavery.
Only think of George Thompson's speaking in the Halls of Congress, and of John Brown's Hallelujah being performed there!
Captain ---of the United States Navy, has been a bitter pro-slavery man, violent in his talk against abolitionists and niggers.
He has been serving in the vicinity of New Orleans, and has come home on a furlough, an outspoken abolitionist.
He not only says it in private, but has delivered three lectures in town, in which he has publicly announced the total change in his sentiments since he had an opportunity to know something on the subject.
A few days ago he was going in the cars from Boston to Roxbury, when a colored soldier entered the car. Attempting to seat himself, he was repulsed by a white man, who rudely exclaimed, I'm not going to ride with niggers.
Captain W., who sat a few seats farther
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To Miss Eliza Scudder
To Miss Eliza Scudder. Wayland, 1864.
I wish there were not such a wall of partition between us and the animal world.
It would be so curious and entertaining to understand what they are about, and to help them in emergencies by our superior strength and wisdom.
The swallow's nest in the sitting-room chimney fell down a few days ago. Four of the little birds were dead, but one was alive and lusty, though its eyes were not yet opened.
The mother, not knowing what to do, flew up chimney, and left it to its fate.
I tried to feed it with flies on a pin ; but it was of no use. I did not understand its ways.
The poor little thing scrambled round with so much energy, called its mother so loudly, and manifested such a determination to live, that it made me very sorry to be unable to help it. But it was better for it to die; for if I had succeeded in bringing it up by hand, the foolish little thing would have been bewildered in all its instincts, and never have known how to bring up a
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To Miss Eliza Scudder
To Miss Eliza Scudder. Wayland, 1868.
In our climate what a misnomer it is to call this season spring!
very much like calling Calvinism religion.
I don't care, I insist upon being glad that I was born in Massachusetts.
As for anybody that prefers to have been born among mosquitoes and copperheads down South, or where the sun sets behind the Golden Gate, why let them go and be born again.
I, being rather a Puritanic person, stand by old Massachusetts, if she is covered with snow in April.
To speak seriously, I do think our climate is changing.
For many years I have noticed that winter extends farther into spring than it used to do when I was young.
They say that tusks of ivory dug up in Onalaska prove that region to have once been in the tropical zone.
If so, perhaps we also are steering for the North Pole.
It is comforting to know that I shall not be on board when the old ship Massachusetts anchors among the icebergs.
That precession of the equinoxes is a mysterious bus
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), Index. (search)