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Atchison (search for this): chapter 17
which, before it was well under way, divided the thought and sentiment of Europe, as well as those of America. My tired spirit sought to shake off at this point the commonplace sense of weariness and annoyance. To be in Kansas, and that for work, not for pastime. To bring the woman's word where the man's rough sword and spade had once wrought together, this was poetry, not prose. To be cold, and hungry, and worn with journeying, could not efface the great interest and pleasure.... Atchison I was soon told that a gentleman was anxious to speak with me concerning my land at Grasshopper, which borders immediately upon his own. Judge Van Winkle accordingly, with due permission, waited upon me, and unfolded his errand. Grasshopper, he said, was a growing place. It possessed already a store and an apothecary. It had now occasion for a schoolhouse, and one corner of my land offered the most convenient place for such an institution. The town did not ask me to give this land —
James Redpath (search for this): chapter 17
d and held up. I had hoped and prayed this journey might bring some special good to some one. It brought great comfort to me.... On February 16, 1873, after hearing a powerful sermon, she feels awakened to take up the work over which she has dreamed so much, and talks with her friend, Mary Graves, herself an ordained minister of the Unitarian Church, about our proposed Woman's Mission here in Boston. A few days later she writes: Determine that my Sunday services must be held and to see Redpath Of the Redpath Bureau. in this connection. The result of this determination was the organization of the Woman's Liberal Christian Union, which held Sunday afternoon meetings through the spring. She preached the first sermon, on March 16. I meant, she says, to read my London sermon, but found it not suitable. Wrote a new one as well as I could. Had a very good attendance. Was forced to play the hymn tunes myself. Am thankful that the occasion seemed to meet with acceptance. I
Ada C. Bowles (search for this): chapter 17
assistance of as many woman preachers as I could hear of. I had in this undertaking the assistance of my valued friend, Reverend Mary H. Graves. The society thus formed was first called The Woman's Church, later, The Woman's Ministerial Conference. A second meeting was held, June 1, 1874, but it was not till 1892 that this Conference was finally organized and established, to her great satisfaction. She was elected its president, and held the office till death. The secretary, Reverend Ada C. Bowles, says of this Conference: As its main object was to promote a sense of fellowship, rather than to expect associated labor, owing to the scattered membership, meetings were not always regularly held, or possible. But it has held together because Mrs. Howe loved it, and had a secretary as loyal to her as she was to all the women ministers. She herself has said: I was impressed with the importance of religious life, and believed in the power of association. I believed that women mi
Andy Johnson (search for this): chapter 17
and-much confusion about cars — regained mine, started, and found that I had left my trunk at Cleveland, unchecked. Flew to conductor, who immediately took measures to have it forwarded. Must wait all day at Shelby, in the most forlorn hole I ever saw called a hotel. No parlor, a dark bedroom for me to stay in, a cold hell without the fire, and a very hot one with it. Dirty bed not made up, a sinister likeness of Schuyler Colfax hanging high on the wall, and a print of the managers of Andy Johnson's impeachment. I — in distress about my trunk -have telegraphed to Mansfield for the title of my lecture and learn that it is Polite Society. Must give it without the manuscript, and must borrow a gown to give it in. Minnesota in winter The twistings and turnings of a lecture trip have brought me twice, in the present season, to Minnesota. ... To an Easterner, a daily walk or two is the first condition of health. Here, the frost seemed to enter one's very bones, and to make lo
Mary H. Graves (search for this): chapter 17
ies, she conceived the idea of bringing them together in a meeting all their own. She issued a call for a Woman Preachers' Convention, and this convention, the first held in any country, met on May 29, 1873. She was elected president, the Reverends Mary H. Graves and Olympia Brown vice-presidents, Mrs. Bruce secretary. The Journal describes this meeting as most harmonious and happy. In 1893, speaking of this time, she said:-- I find that it is just twenty years, last spring, since I ma concern it. As a first step, I undertook to hold religious services on Sunday afternoons, and to secure for them the assistance of as many woman preachers as I could hear of. I had in this undertaking the assistance of my valued friend, Reverend Mary H. Graves. The society thus formed was first called The Woman's Church, later, The Woman's Ministerial Conference. A second meeting was held, June 1, 1874, but it was not till 1892 that this Conference was finally organized and established, t
Charles Gordon Ames (search for this): chapter 17
Our mother was never ordained: it is doubtful whether she ever contemplated such a step; but she felt herself consecrated to the work; wherever she was asked to preach, she went as if on wings, feeling this call more sacred than any other. She preached in all parts of the country, from Maine to California, from Minnesota to Louisiana; but the pulpit in which she felt most truly at home was that of the Church of the Disciples. Mr. Clarke had first welcomed her there: his successor, Charles Gordon Ames, became in turn her valued friend and pastor. The congregation were all her friends. On Sundays they gathered round her after service, with greetings and kind words. She was ready enough to respond. Congregationing, as she called this little function, was her delight; after listening devoutly to the sermon, there was always a reaction to her gayest mood. Her spirit came to church with folded hands of prayer, but departed on dancing feet. Sometimes she reproached herself with o
Wendell Phillips (search for this): chapter 17
s or extravagance. On the day of the meeting she strayed into Horticultural Hall in her rainy-day suit, with no idea of taking any active part in the proceedings. Indeed, she had hoped to remain unnoticed, until summoned by an urgent message to join those who sat upon the platform; reluctantly she obeyed the summons. With this simple action the old order changed for her. On the platform were gathered the woman suffrage leaders, some of whom she already knew: William Lloyd Garrison, Wendell Phillips, Thomas Wentworth Higginson, James Freeman Clarke; veteran captains of Reform, her husband's old companions-in-arms. Looking in their steadfast faces, she felt that she belonged with them; that she must help to draw the car of progress, not drag like a brake on its wheel. Beside these were some unknown to her. She saw now for the first time the sweet face of Lucy Stone, heard the silver voice which was to be dear to her through many years. Here stood the true woman, pure, noble, gr
Pentecost (search for this): chapter 17
and Woman Suffrage Association was formed, and she was elected its first president. This office she held, with some interruptions, through life. It is well to recall the patient, faithful work of the pioneer suffragists, who, without money or prestige, spent themselves for the cause. Their efforts, compared to the well-organized and well-financed campaigns of to-day, are as a certain upper chamber compared with the basilica of St. Peter, yet it was in that quiet room that the tongues of Pentecost spoke. I am glad, she often said, to have joined the suffrage movement, because it has brought me into such high company. The convert buckled to her new task with all her might, working for it early and late with an ardor that counted no cost. Oh! dear Mrs. Howe, you are sofull of inspiration cried a foolish woman. It enables you to do so much! Inspiration! said dear Mrs. Howe, shortly. Inspiration means perspiration! She says of her early work for suffrage:-- One of th
Lizzie Agassiz (search for this): chapter 17
life is the story of the Advance of Woman and the part she played in it. The various phases may be taken in order. Oberlin, the first coeducational college, was chartered in 1834. Vassar, the first college for women only, was chartered in 1861, opened in 1865. Smith and Wellesley followed in 1875. Considering this brave showing, it is strange to recall the great fight before the barred doors of the great universities. The women knocked, gently at first, then strongly: our mother, Mrs. Agassiz, and the rest. They were greeted by a storm of protest. Learned books were written, brilliant lectures delivered, to prove that a college education was ruinous to the health of women, perilous to that of future generations. The friends of Higher Education replied in words no less ardent. Blast and counterblast rang forth. Still the patient hands knocked, the earnest voices called: till at length — there being friends as well as foes inside — slowly, with much creaking and many forebo
Edward Sanborn (search for this): chapter 17
Kansas. Short as this was, it yet brought to my acquaintance two new friends, and to my remembrance two old ones. Of the new friends, the first seen was Rev. Edward Sanborn, the Unitarian minister of the place. Mr. Sanborn met me at the comfortless depot, and insisted upon taking me to his lodgings, where Friend Number Two, inMr. Sanborn met me at the comfortless depot, and insisted upon taking me to his lodgings, where Friend Number Two, in the shape of his amiable wife, added herself to the list of my well-wishers. Mr. Sanborn had just been burned out. His house took fire while he and his wife were spending Christmas Day with a neighbor, and burned so quickly that no article in it could be saved. He had found in the ashes the charred remains of his manuscript sermMr. Sanborn had just been burned out. His house took fire while he and his wife were spending Christmas Day with a neighbor, and burned so quickly that no article in it could be saved. He had found in the ashes the charred remains of his manuscript sermons, and had good hope of being able to decipher them. As the pleasant minutes passed in easy conversation, I could not help reflecting on the instinctive hospitality of Western life. This cosy corner in a mere hired bedroom had given me a rest and a shelter which I should have been unwilling to ask for in some streets of palaces
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