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28th (search for this): chapter 22
ew York. Lecture engagements, conferences, and sermons took her hither and thither, and much of the time that should have been precious was passed in trains and boats. In the last days of February, Julia was stricken with rheumatic fever, which soon developed into typhoid. The weather was direful: bitter cold and furious wind. Our mother went at once to South Boston, where arriving, found my dear child seriously but not dangerously ill. Her joy at my coming was very pathetic. On the 28th she writes:-- I cannot be sure whether it was on this day that she said to me: Mamma, don't you remember the dream you had when Flossy and I were little children, and you were in Europe? You dreamed that you saw us in a boat and that the tide was carrying us away from you. Now the dream has come true, and the tide is bearing me away from you. This saying was very sad to me; but my mind was possessed with the determination that death was not to be thought of. For a time conditions se
February (search for this): chapter 22
ve a tear. T. W. Parsons. The years 1886 and 1887 were marked by two events which changed materially the course of her private life: the death of Julia, the beloved eldest daughter, and the marriage of Maud, the house-mate and comrade. During the winter of 1885-86 she made her headquarters in New York. Lecture engagements, conferences, and sermons took her hither and thither, and much of the time that should have been precious was passed in trains and boats. In the last days of February, Julia was stricken with rheumatic fever, which soon developed into typhoid. The weather was direful: bitter cold and furious wind. Our mother went at once to South Boston, where arriving, found my dear child seriously but not dangerously ill. Her joy at my coming was very pathetic. On the 28th she writes:-- I cannot be sure whether it was on this day that she said to me: Mamma, don't you remember the dream you had when Flossy and I were little children, and you were in Europe? Yo
April 10th (search for this): chapter 22
God knows whether she will ever be in my house again, as my partner in care and responsibility.. . After an A. A.W. conference in Boston, and a Woman's Council in Washington, she took the road. Her first stop was at Chicago. Here she was very busy and not quite well. Divided the day between Maud and some necessary business. At 3.15 P. M. the dreadful wrench took place. Maud was very brave, but I know that she felt it as I did .... To Maud Merchants' Hotel, St. Paul, Minnesota, April 10. So far, so good, my dear sweet child. I got me off as well as possible, though we had many complications and delays as to the ticket. My section was very comfortable. I had supper in the dining-car, and slept well, no theatre-troupe nor D. T. being aboard. I have now got my ticket all straight to 'Frisco, and won't I frisk oh when I get there! The next stop was at Spokane Falls. Here she had a bronchial attack; very hoarse and sore in my throat and chest. Went over my lecture
May 5th (search for this): chapter 22
wealth to the two eldest grandchildren, to whom she bequeathed it. In Portland she spent several days, lectured three times, and was most hospitably entertained. On her one disengaged evening she went down into the hotel parlor, played for the guests to dance, played accompaniments for them to sing. She spoke to the school children; she made slight acquaintance with various people, most of whom told her the story of their lives. Briefly, she touched life at every point. Finally, on May 5, she reached San Francisco, and a few hours later the ranch of San Geronimo, where the Mailliards had been living for some years. Situation very beautiful, she says; a cup in the mountains. Here she found her beloved sister Annie, the little Hitter of her early letters; here she spent happy days, warm with outer and inner sunshine. California was a-tiptoe with eagerness to see and hear the author of the Battle Hymn ; many lectures were planned, in San Francisco and elsewhere. The Jou
June 10th (search for this): chapter 22
tched a burlap on the straw matting and waxed it. About thirty came. We had some sweet music, singers with good voices, and among others a pupil of Perabo, who was really interesting and remarkable. At one of the hospitable cities, a gentleman asked her to drive with him, drove her about for a couple of hours, descanting upon the beauties of the place, and afterwards proclaimed that Mrs. Howe was the most agreeable woman he had ever met. And I never once opened my lips! she said. On June 10 she preached in Oakland: the one sermon which I have felt like preaching in these parts: Thou art Peter, and upon this rock. The house was well filled.... After service as I leaned over to speak to those who stopped to greet me, I saw one of our old church-members, who told me, with eyes full of tears, that our dear James Freeman Clarke is no more. This was like an ice-bolt; I could not realize it at first. A very tender history Did in your passing fall. Years of sweet conv
June 26th (search for this): chapter 22
The Mormons mostly an ill-looking and ill-smelling crowd. Bishop Whitney, a young man, preached a cosmopolite sermon, quoting Milton and Emerson. He spoke of the Christian Church with patronizing indulgence; insisted upon the doctrine of immediate and personal revelation, and censured the Mormons for sometimes considering their families before their church. Communion, bread in silver baskets and water in silver cups, handed to every one, children partaking with the rest; no solemnity. June 26. To visit the penitentiary, where thirty Mormon bishops are imprisoned for polygamy. Spoke with one, Bishop of Provo, a rather canny-looking man, whom we found in the prison library, reading. The librarian (four years term for forgery) told me it was the result of liquor and bad company. I said a few motherly words to him and presently proposed to speak to the prisoners, to which the jailer gladly assented. I began by saying, I feel to speak to you, my brothers. Said that all of us ma
July 20th (search for this): chapter 22
contend against the extreme of calamity. Heavy as this affliction was, it brought none of the paralysis of grief caused by Sammy's death: rather, as after the passing of the Chevalier, she was urged by the thought of her dead child to more and higher efforts. In the quiet of Oak Glen she wrote this summer a careful study of Dante and Beatrice, for the Concord School of Philosophy. This was a summer school of ten years (1879-88) in which Emerson, Alcott, and W. T. Harris took part. July 20 found her at Concord, where she and Julia had been wont to go together. She says, I cannot think of the sittings of the School without a vision of the rapt expression of her face as she sat and listened to the various speakers. Reminiscences, p. 440. Spite of her grief in missing this sweet companionship she found the sessions of the School deeply interesting. She was much more nervous than usual about her lecture; which really sounded a good deal better than it had looked to me. It
September (search for this): chapter 22
profound, of its lecturers; had the largest audiences, and gave the most pleasure; especially when she joined delicate personal criticism or epigrammatic wit with high philosophy. The meetings of the School were always a delight to her; the papers written for it were among her most valuable essays; indeed, we may look upon them as the flowering of all her deep and painful toil in the field of philosophy. These essays were published in a volume entitled Is Polite Society Polite? September finds her planning an industrial circle in each State; a woman's industrial convention hereafter; and attending a Suffrage Convention at Providence. Spoke of the divine right, not of kings or people, but of righteousness. Spoke of Ouida's article in the North American Review. It had been reported that I declined to answer it. I said: You cannot mend a stocking which is all holes. If you hold it up it will fall to pieces of itself. In the afternoon spoke about the Marthas, male a
September 23rd (search for this): chapter 22
r metaphorically and emptied into it all the five-syllable words that he knew, and the result was a mingling of active and passive lunacy, for I almost went mad and he had not far to go in that direction. And again; apropos of-- : How the great world does use up a man! It is not merely the growing older, for that is a natural and simple process; but it is the coating of worldliness which seems to varnish the life out of a man; dead eyes, dead smile, and (worst of all) dead breath. September 23. To church in Newport. A suggestive sermon from Mr. Alger on Watching, i.e., upon all the agencies that watch us, children, foes, friends, critics, authorities, spirits, God himself. As we drove into town [Newport] I had one of those momentary glimpses which in things spiritual are so infinitely precious. The idea became clear and present to my mind that God, an actual presence, takes note of our actions and intentions. I thought how helpful it would be to us to pass our lives in a
October 12th (search for this): chapter 22
u cannot mend a stocking which is all holes. If you hold it up it will fall to pieces of itself. In the afternoon spoke about the Marthas, male and female, who see only the trouble and inconvenience of reform: of the Marys who rely upon principle. After this we have a day of dreadful hurry, preparing to go West and also to shut up this house. Had to work tight every minute. ... This Western lecture trip was like many others, yet it had its own peculiar pleasures and mishaps. October 12. Dunkirk, lecture.... No one must know that I got off at the wrong station — Perrysburg, a forlorn hamlet. No train that would bring me to Dunkirk before 6.30 P. M. Ought to have arrived at 1.30. Went to the hotel, persuaded the landlord to lend his buggy and a kindly old fellow to harness his horses to it, and drove twenty miles or more over the mountains, reaching Dunkirk by 5.10 P. M. When the buggy was brought to the door of the hotel, I said: How am I to get in? Take it slow and l
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