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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 11: eighty years 1899-1900; aet. 80-81 (search)
pray that the winter May have in store for me some good work and much dear and profitable companionship. I must remember that this May be my last summer here, or anywhere on earth, but must bear in mind that it is best to act with a view to prolonged life, since without this outlook, it is very hard for us to endeavor or to do our best. Peace be with you, beautiful summer and autumn. Amen. she was never ready to leave Oak Glen; the town house always seemed at first like a prison. October 23. Boston. a drizzly, dark day. I struggled out twice, saying to myself: it is for your life. . .. October 24. have had two days of chaos and discouragement. .. . October 27. a delightful and encouraging Conference of A. Aw. Held in my parlors. The prevailing feeling was that we should not disband, but should hold on to our association and lie by, hoping to find New innings for work. Florida was spoken of as good ground for us. I felt much cheered and quickened by the renewal of old
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 14: the sundown splendid and serene 1906-1907; aet. 87-88 (search)
fied the effort. I spoke to a large and very attentive congregation, in which a number of white outsiders were mingled in with the people of the church.... Mrs. Jeter sang my Battle Hymn, the congregation joining in the Glory Hallelujah. I then read my screed, which was heard with profound attention, one and another crying out at intervals, Amen! and Glory be to God! ... I was very thankful for the good issue of what had seemed an almost wild undertaking at eighty-seven years of age. October 23. Have prayed and worked over the poem for Michael's memorial services — think that I have made it as good as I can, but not good enough. Alas! I am too old. She went up to Boston for this meeting in Tremont Temple, which was a most impressive one, Greeks and Americans uniting to do honor to a good man. October 24. ... I read my verse, my voice serving me very well. Bishop Lawrence helped me both to rise and to return to my seat. He made a most touching allusion to my dearest dear