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Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To the same. (search)
To the same. Wayland, 1857.
I have seldom had such a day as the delightful one passed with you and David Wasson.
I have marked it in my pilgrimage by a golden pillar, hung with amaranth garlands.
I said he was poet, philosopher, and priest.
During the evening that I subsequently spent with him I found he was also full of fun. I might have known it, indeed, by those eyes of his, that look out so smiling upon the world.
It is many a day since I have met with such a real child of God and Nature.
He will not be popular, of course; for
Souls are dangerous things to carry straight Through all the spilt saltpetre of this world. As for come-outerism, I assure you that if I could only find a church, I would nestle into it as gladly as a bird ever nestled into her covert in a storm.
I have staved away from meeting, because one offered me petrifactions, and another gas, when I was hungry for bread.
I have an unfortunate sincerity, which demands living realities, and will not be
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To Mrs. S. B. Shaw
To Mrs. S. B. Shaw. Wayland, 1857.
It is a dark, drizzling day, and I am going to make sunshine for myself by sitting down before the old fire-place and having a cosy chat with you. Did you see Mr. H--'s sermon, preached soon after his return from Palestine?
He thinks the truth of the Bible is proved by the fact that Jordan is still flowing and the Mount of Olives still standing.
He says his faith was greatly strengthened by a sight of them By the same token he ought to consider Grecian mythology proved, because Olympus and Parnassus are still standing; and a sight of them ought to strengthen his faith in Jupiter and the Muses.
What a fuss they have made about finding the name of Jonah among the inscriptions at Nineveh!
Does that prove that the whale swallowed him, and that he did not set easy on the whale's stomach?
I can never get over wondering at the external tendency of a large class of minds.
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To Miss Anna Loring
To Miss Anna Loring. Wayland, December 10, 1857.
I wanted very much to introduce to you a baby I met in the cars.
She was a fat little thing, not two years old, but as quick as a steel-trap.
She was on the opposite side of the cars, but insisted upon trying to stretch her short fat arm across to me, with her hand open, repeating, How do?
I am pretty well, said I.
How do you do?
Mart (smart), was her quick reply.
And this scene she wanted to enact every five minutes, to the great amusement of those around her. At last a little boy came in, about a year older than herself, and was placed on the seat behind her. Feeling the necessity of keeping up the character of her sex for propriety, she took a good deal of trouble to get at him, and push him, saying, You do 'way!
You do 'way!
The boy, who seemed to be as timid as she was t mart, shrunk himself up as close as possible, probably having a prophetic sense of the position it becomes his sex to assume, if they regard their own
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To Miss Lucy Osgood
To Miss Lucy Osgood. Wayland, 1858.
I was just about answering your welcome letter, when that overwhelming blow
Death of Ellis Gray Loring. came suddenly, and for a time seemed to crush all life and hope out of me. Nothing but the death of my kind husband could have caused me such bitter grief.
Then came your precious letter of sympathy and condolence.
I thanked you for it, from the depths of my suffering heart; but I did not feel as if I could summon energy to write to any but the bereaved ones of his own household.
You know that he was a valuable friend to me, but no one but myself could know how valuable.
For thirty years he has been my chief reliance.
In moral perplexities I always went to him for counsel, and he never failed to clear away every cloud.
In all worldly troubles I went to him, and always found a judicious adviser, a sympathizing friend, a generous helper.
He was only two months younger than myself, but I had so long been accustomed to lean upon him, t
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To David Lee Child
To David Lee Child. Wayland, June 20, 1858.
I was thankful to receive your kind letter.
You say you lope we had some drops of rain here.
Such a storm as we had I have seldom witnessed.
The day after you went away, there came one of those dreadful hurricanes of wind, smashing my flowers and tearing everything, right and left.
I was in hopes it would go down with the sun, but it did not. Whenever I woke in the night I heard everything rocking and reeling.
In the morning I went to look after the poor little sparrow in the rose-bush, whom I had seen the day before, shutting her eyes hard and sticking tight to her nest, which was tossed about like a ship in a heavy gale.
I wanted much to help her, but could not. Next morning I found the nest nearly wrenched from the bush and two of the eggs on the ground.
They were still warm, so I replaced them, righted the nest and fastened it to the twigs with strings.
To my great surprise she returned to her patient labor of incubation. .
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To Prof. Convers Francis
To Prof. Convers Francis. Wayland, August 8, 1858.
I think you have done a vast amount of good in many ways.
Your conversation always tends to enlarge and liberalize the minds with which you come in contact; more than a dozen times I have heard people speak of the good your sympathizing words have done them in times of affliction; and for myself, I can say most truly before God that I consider such intellectual culture as I have mainly attributable to your influence; and most sincerely can I say, moreover, that up to this present hour I prize a chance for communion with your mind more than I do with any other person I know. ... In a literary point of view, I know that I have only a local reputation, done in water-colors. . . . I am not what I aspired to be in my days of young ambition; but I have become humble enough to be satisfied with the conviction that what I have written has always been written conscientiously ; that I have always spoken with sincerity, if not with power.
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To Mrs. S. B. Shaw
To Mrs. S. B. Shaw. Wayland, 1858.
There is compensation in all things.
My ignorance and my poverty both have their advantages.
You can never take such child-like delight in a little picture, engraving, or statuette, as I do. Now, while I write, Beauty keeps drawing me away from my letter.
I stop with my pen poised in air, to contemplate my Galatea, my St. Cecilia, my Flying Hour of the Night, my palace in Venice, my young Bacchus, my glowing nasturtium, and my vase of tremulous grass.
Decidedly, there are many compensations for those who are poor, and have never seen the world.
The landscape in front of the window is lovely.
No sharp frost has come to blight the foliage, and the scenery is like a handsome woman of fifty, whom Time has touched so lightly that her girlish delicacy of beauty is merely deepened and warmed with a few autumnal tints.
Thus gently may you glide into the frosted silver of a bright old age!
It must be so, dearest, because so many are cheered by
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To Mrs. Lucy Osgood
To Mrs. Lucy Osgood. Wayland, January 16,--1859.
I have buckled to Buckle's History of civilization, though I said I would not read it because I dreaded being made uncomfortable by the point of view from which he looks at things.
This making moral progress depend entirely on intellectual progress seems to turn things so inside out that it twists my poor brain.
I care more that the world should grow better, than it should grow wiser.
The external must be developed from the internal.
It makes my head ache to look at human growth from any other point of view.
That is the great mistake of Fourier.
He is wise and great, and often prophetic, but he thinks to produce perfect men by surrounding them with perfect circumstances; whereas the perfect circumstances must be the result of perfect men. How can the marriage relation, for instance, be well ordered, until men and women are more pure?
I have no sympathy with the doctrine that
The body, not the soul, Governs the unfettere
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), Correspondence between Mrs. Child John Brown Governor Wise Mrs. Mason Virginia . (search)
Correspondence between Mrs. Child, John Brown, and Governor Wise and Mrs. Mason of Virginia.
To Governor Henry A. Wise. Wayland, Mass., October 26, 1859.
Governor Wise,--I have heard that you were a man of chivalrous sentiments, and I know you were opposed to the iniquitous attempt to force upon Kansas a Constitution abhorrent to the moral sense of her people.
Relying upon these indications of honor and justice in your character, I venture to ask a favor of you. Inclosed is a letter to
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), Reply of Mrs. Child
Reply of Mrs. Child. Wayland [Mass.], December 17, 1859.
Prolonged absence from home has prevented my answering your letter so soon as I intended.
I have no disposition to retort upon you the twofold damnation to which you consign me. On the contrary, I sincerely wish you well, both in this world and the next.
If the anathema proved a safety valve to your own boiling spirit, it did some good to you, while it fell harmless upon me. Fortunately for all of us, the Heavenly Father rules his universe by laws, which the passions or the prejudices of mortals have no power to change.
As for John Brown, his reputation may be safely trusted to the impartial pen of history; and his motives will be righteously judged by him who knoweth the secrets of all hearts.
Men, however great they may be, are of small consequence in comparison with principles; and the principle for which John Brown died is the question at issue between us.
You refer me to the Bible, from which you quote the fav