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Wilkes Booth (search for this): chapter 10
rks were tender and pathetic. I was pleased to have heard them. Wrote some verses about the President — pretty good, perhaps,--scratching the last nearly in the dark, just before bedtime. This is the poem called Parricide. It begins:-- O'er the warrior gauntlet grim Late the silken glove we drew, Bade the watch-fires slacken dim In the dawn's auspicious hue. Staid the armed heel; Still the clanging steel; Joys unwonted thrilled the silence through. On April 27 she heard of Wilkes Booth's deathshot on refusing to give himself up — the best thing that could have happened to himself and his family ; and wrote a second poem entitled Pardon, embodying her second and permanent thought on the subject: Pains the sharp sentence the heart in whose wrath it was uttered, Now thou art cold; Vengeance, the headlong, and Justice, with purpose close mut- tered, Loosen their hold, etc. Brief entries note the closing events of the war. May 13. Worked much on Essay. ... In the
Robert Grant (search for this): chapter 10
Stir the ships at their grim ice-moorings The summer passes by. I would enter court and hovel, Forgetful of mien or dress, With a treasure that all should ask for, An errand that all should bless. I seek for thy words, my Master, With a spelling vexed and slow: With scanty illuminations In an alphabet of woe. But while I am searching, scanning A lesson none ask to hear, My life writeth out thy sentence Divinely just and dear. J. W. H. The war was nearly over, and all hearts were with Grant and Lee in their long duel before Richmond. Patriotism and philosophy together ruled our mother's life in these days; the former more apparent in her daily walk among us, the latter in the quiet hours with her Journal. The Journal for 1865 is much fuller than that of 1864; the record of events is more regular, and we find more and more reflection, meditation, and speculation. The influence of Kant is apparent; the entries become largely notes of study, to take final shape in lectures a
Lou McAllister (search for this): chapter 10
The tortoise in the end overtook the hare, and slow, plodding Justice, with her loyal hack, distanced splendid Ambition mounted on first-rate ability, once and forever.... To Zion church, to hear preach. Text, Son, remember that thou in thy lifetime receivedst thy good things. Sermon as far removed from it as possible, weak, sentimental, and illiterate. He left out the d in receivedst, and committed other errors in pronunciation. But to sit with the two aunts Mrs. Francis and Mrs. McAllister. in the old church, so familiar to my childhood, was touching and impressive. Hither my father was careful to bring us. Imperfect as his doctrine now appears to me, he looks down upon me from the height of a better life than mine, and still appears to me as my superior. A little nervous about my reading. Reached Mrs. [Richard] Hunt's at twelve. Saw the sweet little boy. Mrs. Hunt very kind and cordial. At one Mr. Hunt led me to the studio which I found well filled, my two aunts i
McKay (search for this): chapter 10
Kant and Livy, teaching the children, and gathering mussels on the beach. She flits up to town to see the new statue of Horace Mann, in order to criticise it for Chev's pamphlet ; Dr. Howe raised the money for this statue. meets William Hunt, who praises its simplicity and parental character; and Charles Sumner, who tells her it looks better on a nearer view. The day after--we abode in the Valley, when three detachments of company tumbled in upon us, to wit, Colonel Higginson and Mrs. McKay, the Tweedys and John Field, and the Gulstons. All were friendly. Only on my speaking of the rudeness occasionally shown me by a certain lady, Mrs. Tweedy said: But that was in the presence of your superiors, was it not? I replied: I do not know that I was ever in Mrs. X.'s company under those circumstances! After which we all laughed. She was at this time sitting to Miss Margaret Foley for a portrait medallion and was writing philosophy and poetry. Family and household matters als
R. H. Dana (search for this): chapter 10
solos. Such an enterprise would be humanizing, and would supply a better object than the empty reunions of fashion .... Wednesday, June 21. Attended the meeting at Faneuil Hall, for the consideration of reconstruction of the Southern States. Dana made a statement to the effect that voting was a civic, not a natural, right, and built up the propriety of negro suffrage on the basis first of military right, then of duty to the negro, this being the only mode of enabling him to protect himselfcher tumbled up on the platform immediately after, not having heard him, knocked the whole question to pieces with his great democratic power, his humor, his passion, and his magnetism. It was Nature after Art, and his nature is much greater than Dana's art. A few days after this she writes: ... Sumner in the evening — a long and pleasant visit. He is a very sweet-hearted man, and does not grow old. The Musical Festival had not yet exacted full arrears of payment; she was too weary even
Laus Deo (search for this): chapter 10
muel Ward. These were the closing months of the Civil War. All hearts were lifted up in thankfulness that the end was near. She speaks of it seldom, but her few words are significant. Monday, April 3.... Richmond was taken this morning. Laus Deo On April 10, after Maud's boots, $3.00, vegetables, .12, bread, .04, we read, Ribbons for victory, .40. To-day we have the news of Lee's surrender with the whole remnant of his army. The city is alive with people. All flags hung out — shop windows decorated --processions in the street. All friends meet and shake hands. On the newspaper bulletins such placards as Gloria in excelsis Deo, Thanks be to God! We all call it the greatest day of our lives. Apples, half-peck, .50. That week was one of joy and thankfulness for all. Thursday was Fast Day; she went to church to fatigue Satan. Afterwards made a visit to Mrs. who did not seem to have tired her devil out. The joy bells were soon to be silenced. Saturday, Ap
E. P. Whipple (search for this): chapter 10
s made me think of my preluding the night before.... Other things beside essays demanded work in these days. The great struggle was now over, and with it the long strain on heart and nerve, culminating in the tragic emotion of the past weeks. The inevitable reaction set in. Her whole nature cried out for play, and play meant work. Working all day for the Girls' Party, to-morrow evening. Got only a very short reading of Kant, and of Tyndall. Tea with the Bartols. Talk with [E. P.] Whipple, who furiously attacked Tacitus. Bartol and I, who know a good deal more about him, made a strong fight in his behalf. Working all day for the Party. The lists of men and women accepting and declining were balanced by my daughter F. with amusing anxiety.... The two sexes are now neck and neck. Dear little Maud was in high glee over every male acceptance. Out of all this hubbub got a precious forty-five minutes with Kant.... The party proved very gay and pleasant. Now came a mor
Samuel Ward (search for this): chapter 10
al religious element in negation. Saw Booth in Hamlet --still first-rate, I think, although he has played it one hundred nights in New York. Hamlet is an aesthetic Evangel. I know of no direct ethical work which contains such powerful moral illustration and instruction. James Freeman [Clarke] does not think much of Sam's book, probably not as well as it deserves. But the knowledge of Sam's personality is the light behind the transparency in all that he does. Lyrical Ventures, by Samuel Ward. These were the closing months of the Civil War. All hearts were lifted up in thankfulness that the end was near. She speaks of it seldom, but her few words are significant. Monday, April 3.... Richmond was taken this morning. Laus Deo On April 10, after Maud's boots, $3.00, vegetables, .12, bread, .04, we read, Ribbons for victory, .40. To-day we have the news of Lee's surrender with the whole remnant of his army. The city is alive with people. All flags hung out — sh
James Freeman (search for this): chapter 10
personal life antedating his own existence.... In his own sense, Christ was also newer than we are, for his doctrine is still beyond the attainment of all and the appreciation of most of us. There is no essential religious element in negation. Saw Booth in Hamlet --still first-rate, I think, although he has played it one hundred nights in New York. Hamlet is an aesthetic Evangel. I know of no direct ethical work which contains such powerful moral illustration and instruction. James Freeman [Clarke] does not think much of Sam's book, probably not as well as it deserves. But the knowledge of Sam's personality is the light behind the transparency in all that he does. Lyrical Ventures, by Samuel Ward. These were the closing months of the Civil War. All hearts were lifted up in thankfulness that the end was near. She speaks of it seldom, but her few words are significant. Monday, April 3.... Richmond was taken this morning. Laus Deo On April 10, after Maud's boots
Abigail Lord (search for this): chapter 10
. Read Kant and wrote as usual. Spent the afternoon in getting up my costumes for the Charade. The word was Au-thor-ship.... Authorship was expressed by my appearing as a great composer, Jerry Abbott performing my Oratorio — a very comical thing, indeed. The whole was a success. No one who saw the Oratorio can forget it. Mr. Abbott, our neighbor in Chestnut Street, was a comedian who would have adorned any stage. The book of the Oratorio was a simple rhyme of Boston authorship. Abigail Lord, Of her own accord, Went down to see her sister, When Jason Lee, As brisk as a flea, He hopped right up and kissed her. With these words, an umbrella, and a chair held before him like a violoncello, Mr. Abbott gave a truly Handelian performance. Fugue and counterpoint, first violin and bass tuba, solo and full chorus, all were rendered with a verve and spirit which sent the audience into convulsions of laughter.--This was one of the carryings-on of the Brain Club. After another suc
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