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June 2nd (search for this): chapter 25
you and yours, dear child. Affect., Mother. May 20. Have writ a brief letter to Mary G. Hennessey, Dixon, Illinois. She intends to speak of me in her graduation address and wanted me to send her a vivid history of my life, with my ideas of literary work. I declined the first, but sent a bit under the last head. May 27.... Suffrage meeting in the evening. I presided and began with, Sixty years ago to-day I was sixteen years old. If I only knew now what I thought I knew then ! June 2.... To communion in afternoon. The minister asked whether I would speak. I told what I had felt as I entered the church that afternoon, a sort of realization of the scene in that upper chamber, its gloom and its glory. What was in that great heart whose pulsations have made themselves felt down to our own time, and all over the world? What are its sorrows? It bore the burthen of the sorrows and distresses of humanity, and we who pledge him here in this cup are bound to bear our part of
1896 AD (search for this): chapter 25
Chapter 8: divers good causes 1890-1896; aet. 71-77 A dream of the Hearthstone A figure by my fireside stayed, Plain was her garb, and veiled her face; A presence mystical she made, Nor changed her attitude, nor place. Did I neglect my household ways For pleasure, wrought of pen or book? She sighed a murmur of dispraise, At which, methought, the rafters shook. “Now, who art thou that didst not smile When I my maddest jest devised? Who art thou, stark and grim the while That men my time and measure prized?” Without her pilgrim staff she rose, Her weeds of darkness cast aside; More dazzling than Olympian snows The beauty that those weeds did hide. Most like a solemn symphony That lifts the heart from lowly things, The voice with which she spake to me Did loose contrition at its springs. Oh, Duty! Visitor Divine, Take all the wealth my house affords, But make thy holy methods mine; Speak to me thy surpassing words! “Neglected once and undiscerned, I pour my homage at th<
September 28th (search for this): chapter 25
that is why you have n't heard from me. ... I'm sorry, anyhow, that I can't allow you the luxury of one moment's grievance against me, but I can't; I may, now and then, forget to write ( ! I!! says L. E. R.), but I 'dores you all the same. I carry the sweet cheer of your household through all my life. Am drefful glad that you have been to camp this season; wish I could go myself. Only think of Celia Thaxter's death! I can hardly believe it, she always seemed so full of life .... September 28. Here begins for me a new period. I have fulfilled as well as I could the tasks of the summer, and must now have a little rest, a day or so, and then begin in good earnest to prepare for the autumn and winter work, in which A. A.W. comes first, and endless correspondence. To Maud 241 Beacon Street, December 19, 1894. Last Sunday evening I spoke in Trinity Church, having been invited to do so by the rector, Dr. Donald. Wonders will never cease. The meeting was in behalf of the co
1894 AD (search for this): chapter 25
President Taft. This she promptly did. Briefly, this cause with so many others was to be relinquished only with life itself. On the fly-leaf of the Journal for 1894 is written: I take possession of the New Year in the name of Faith, Hope, and Charity. J. W. Howe. Head bewildered with correspondence, bills, etc. Must get out vilish, thank you. Q. Has her conduct this past season been worse than usual? Ans. Much as usual. I regret to say, could n't be worse. (Family Catechism for 1894.) Oh! I've got a day to myself, and I've got some chillen, and I'm going to write to 'em, you bet. You see, Laura E., of the plural name of Dick, there warn We have stood for that which was known to be right in theory, and for that which has proved to be right in practice. (From my suffrage address at State House in 1894). In December, 1895, appeared her first volume since Margaret Fuller, a collection of essays, published under the title of the opening one, Is Polite Society Po
1891 AD (search for this): chapter 25
r joy, nor life can be complete.” J. W. H. In the closing decade of the nineteenth century a new growth of causes claimed her time and sympathy. The year 1891 saw the birth of the Society of American Friends of Russian Freedom; modelled on a similar society which, with Free Russia as its organ, was doing good work in Engn, Annie Fields, E. Benjamin Andrews, Lillie B. Chace Wyman, Samuel L. Clemens, and Joseph H. Twitchell. James Russell Lowell, writing to Francis J. Garrison in 1891, says: Between mote and beam, I think this time Russia has the latter in her eye, though God knows we have motes enough in ours. So you may take my name even if ithey had not made fools of themselves. One can afford, she replied, to make a very great fool of one's self in such a cause as that of Russian liberty The year 1891 saw the birth of another society in which she was deeply interested, the Women's Rest Tour Association, whose object was simply to make it easier for women who nee
1890 AD (search for this): chapter 25
Chapter 8: divers good causes 1890-1896; aet. 71-77 A dream of the Hearthstone A figure by my fireside stayed, Plain was her garb, and veiled her face; A presence mystical she made, Nor changed her attitude, nor place. Did I neglect my household ways For pleasure, wrought of pen or book? She sighed a murmur of dispraise, At which, methought, the rafters shook. “Now, who art thou that didst not smile When I my maddest jest devised? Who art thou, stark and grim the while That men my time and measure prized?” Without her pilgrim staff she rose, Her weeds of darkness cast aside; More dazzling than Olympian snows The beauty that those weeds did hide. Most like a solemn symphony That lifts the heart from lowly things, The voice with which she spake to me Did loose contrition at its springs. Oh, Duty! Visitor Divine, Take all the wealth my house affords, But make thy holy methods mine; Speak to me thy surpassing words! “Neglected once and undiscerned, I pour my homage at th<
December, 1895 AD (search for this): chapter 25
sing early and with a mind somewhat confused and clouded, I went to my window. As I looked out, the gray clouds parted, giving me a moment's sight of a star high up in the heavens. This little glimpse gave me hope for the day and great comfort. It was like an answering glance to my many troubled questions.... We have stood for that which was known to be right in theory, and for that which has proved to be right in practice. (From my suffrage address at State House in 1894). In December, 1895, appeared her first volume since Margaret Fuller, a collection of essays, published under the title of the opening one, Is Polite Society Polite? In the preface she says:-- I remember, that quite late in the fifties, I mentioned to Theodore Parker the desire which I began to feel to give living expression to my thoughts, and to lend to my written words the interpretation of my voice. Parker, who had taken a friendly interest in the publication of my first volumes, Passion Flower
September 30th (search for this): chapter 25
ul in taking care of me, and that we are reading Bulwer's Pelham, the stupidest of novels. We are two thirds through with it, and how the author of Rienzi could have offered the public so dull a dish, even in his unripe youth, passes my understanding. You must not get too tired. Remember that no one will have mercy upon you unless you will have mercy upon yourself. We sit out a good deal, and enjoy our books, all but Pelham, our trees, birds, and butterflies. Affectionate Ma. September 30. My dearest Maud left me this morning for another long absence; she is to sail for Europe. She had forbidden me to see her off, but I could not obey her in this and sat with her at breakfast, and had a last kiss and greeting. My last words called after her were: Do not forget to say your prayers. May God keep my dearest child and permit us to meet again, if it is best that I should live until her return, of which at present the prospect seems very good.... The Association for the Ad
May 27th (search for this): chapter 25
, orthodox [Congregational], each took part. It was such an earnest, a reconciled and unified Christendom as I am thankful to have lived to see. Love and blessings to you and yours, dear child. Affect., Mother. May 20. Have writ a brief letter to Mary G. Hennessey, Dixon, Illinois. She intends to speak of me in her graduation address and wanted me to send her a vivid history of my life, with my ideas of literary work. I declined the first, but sent a bit under the last head. May 27.... Suffrage meeting in the evening. I presided and began with, Sixty years ago to-day I was sixteen years old. If I only knew now what I thought I knew then ! June 2.... To communion in afternoon. The minister asked whether I would speak. I told what I had felt as I entered the church that afternoon, a sort of realization of the scene in that upper chamber, its gloom and its glory. What was in that great heart whose pulsations have made themselves felt down to our own time, and all o
July 14th (search for this): chapter 25
d friend and helper, Dr. Williams, the oculist. ... Six stalwart sons carried the coffin.... I thought this: I am glad that I have at last found out that the battle of life is an unending fight against the evil tendencies, evil mostly because exceeding right measure, which we find in ourselves. Strange that it should take so long to find this out. This is the victory which God gives us when we have fought well and faithfully. Might I at least share it with the saints whom I have known. July 14. .. When I lay down to my rest before dinner, I had a momentary sense of the sweetness and relief of the last lying down. This was a new experience to me, as I have been averse to any thought of death as opposed to the activity which I love. I now saw it as the termination of all fight and struggle, and prayed that in the life beyond I might pay some of the debts of affection and recompense which I have failed to make good in this life. Feeling a little like my old self to-day, I realize
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