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January (search for this): chapter 32
d. What is so wonderful and funny? Oh, my dear, she said, breaking again into laughter, it is nothing It is the most ridiculous thing! I was only trying to translate fiddle-de-dee into Greek! This was in her ninety-second year. But we are still at the breakfast table. Sometimes there were guests at breakfast, a famous actor, a travelling scholar, caught between other engagements for this one leisure hour. It was a good deal, perhaps, to ask people to leave a warm hotel on a January morning; but it was warm enough by the soft-coal blaze of the diningroom fire. Over the coffee and rolls, sausages and buckwheat cakes, leisure reigned supreme; not the poet's retired leisure, but a friendly and laughterloving deity. Everybody was full of engagements, harried with work, pursued by business and pleasure: no matter the talk ranged high and far, and the morning was half gone before they separated. Soon after breakfast came the game of ball, played a deux with daughter or
February 7th (search for this): chapter 32
he Messiah in heaven itself. Where else could he have got Comfort ye, Thy rebuke, Thou shalt break them, and much besides? Late in December, 1908, came the horror of the Sicilian earthquake. She felt at first that it was impossible to reconcile omnipotence and perfect benevolence with this catastrophe. We must hold judgment in suspense and say, We don't and we can't understand. She had several tasks on hand this winter, among them a poem for the Centenary of Lincoln's birth. On February 7 she writes:-- After a time of despair about the poem for the Lincoln Centenary some lines came to me in the early morning. I arose, wrapped myself warmly, and wrote what I could, making quite a beginning. She finished the poem next day, and on the 12th she went with three handsome grandchildren to deliver it at Symphony Hall before the Grand Army of the Republic and their friends. The police had to make an entrance for us. I was presently conducted to my seat on the platform. Th
March 3rd (search for this): chapter 32
nce for us. I was presently conducted to my seat on the platform. The hall was crammed to its utmost capacity. I had felt doubts of the power of my voice to reach so large a company, but strength seemed to be given to me at once, and I believe that I was heard very well. T. W. H. [Colonel Higginson] came to me soon after my reading and said, You have been a good girl and behaved yourself well. The next task was an essay on Immortality, which cost her much labor and anxious thought. March 3. ... Got at last some solid ground for my screed on Immortality. Our experience of the goodness of God in our daily life assures us of His mercy hereafter, and seeing God everywhere, we shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever. March 27. I am succeeding better with my Immortality paper. Had to-day a little bit of visioning with which I think that I would willingly depart, when my time comes. The dreadful fear of being buried alive disappeared for a time, and I saw only the goodne
March 27th (search for this): chapter 32
that I was heard very well. T. W. H. [Colonel Higginson] came to me soon after my reading and said, You have been a good girl and behaved yourself well. The next task was an essay on Immortality, which cost her much labor and anxious thought. March 3. ... Got at last some solid ground for my screed on Immortality. Our experience of the goodness of God in our daily life assures us of His mercy hereafter, and seeing God everywhere, we shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever. March 27. I am succeeding better with my Immortality paper. Had to-day a little bit of visioning with which I think that I would willingly depart, when my time comes. The dreadful fear of being buried alive disappeared for a time, and I saw only the goodness of God, to which it seemed that I could trust all question of the future life. I said to myself--The best will be for thee and me. It was in this mood that she wrote:-- I, for one, feel that my indebtedness grows with my years. And it
March 28th (search for this): chapter 32
hout which reforms are a mere working back and forth of machinery. These two things will overcome the evil of the world by prevention first, and then by the optimistic anticipation of good. This is a great work given to Woman now to do. Then I caught at various couplets of a possible millennial poem, but feared I should not write it. Have scrawled these on a large pad. This line kept coming back to me, Living, not dying, Christ redeemed mankind. ... This my first day at my desk since Saturday, March 28. I may try some prose about the present patient analysis of the evil of society, the patient intelligent women associated in all this work. To reclaim waste earth is a glory. Why not a greater to reclaim the moral wastes of humanity? This midnight vision impressed her deeply, and through the succeeding days she wrote it out in full, bit by bit. On the envelope containing it is written, An account of my vision of the world regenerated by the combined labor and love of Men and Wome
April 1st (search for this): chapter 32
Dr. Langmaid came, and pronounced her lungs sound as a bass drum ; nothing amiss save a throat irritated by wind and dust. Thereupon she girded herself and buckled to her next task, a poem for the centenary of James Freeman Clarke. I have despaired of a poem which people seem to expect from me for the dear James Freeman's centennial. To-day the rhymes suddenly flowed, but the thought is difficult to convey — the reflection of heaven in his soul is what he gave, and what he left us. April 1. Very much tossed up and down about my poem... . April 2. Was able at last, D. G., to make the poem explain itself. Rosalind, my incorruptible critic, was satisfied with it. I think and hope that all my trouble has been worth while. I bestowed it most unwillingly, having had little hope that I could make my figure of speech intelligible. I am very thankful for this poem, cannot be thankful enough. This was her third tribute to the beloved Minister, and is, perhaps, the best of the
April 2nd (search for this): chapter 32
drum ; nothing amiss save a throat irritated by wind and dust. Thereupon she girded herself and buckled to her next task, a poem for the centenary of James Freeman Clarke. I have despaired of a poem which people seem to expect from me for the dear James Freeman's centennial. To-day the rhymes suddenly flowed, but the thought is difficult to convey — the reflection of heaven in his soul is what he gave, and what he left us. April 1. Very much tossed up and down about my poem... . April 2. Was able at last, D. G., to make the poem explain itself. Rosalind, my incorruptible critic, was satisfied with it. I think and hope that all my trouble has been worth while. I bestowed it most unwillingly, having had little hope that I could make my figure of speech intelligible. I am very thankful for this poem, cannot be thankful enough. This was her third tribute to the beloved Minister, and is, perhaps, the best of the three. The thought which she found so difficult of conveyan
April 5th (search for this): chapter 32
to which it seemed that I could trust all question of the future life. I said to myself--The best will be for thee and me. It was in this mood that she wrote:-- I, for one, feel that my indebtedness grows with my years. And it occurred to me the other day that when I should depart from this earthly scene, God's poor Debtor might be the fittest inscription for my gravestone, if I should have one. So much have I received from the great Giver, so little have I been able to return. April 5.... Heard May Alden Ward, N. E.W. C., on Current Events. Praecipue tariff reform. Proposed a small group to study the question from the point of view of the consumer. What to protect and how? American goods cheaper in Europe than here. Blank tells me of pencils made here for a foreign market and sold in Germany and England at a price impossible here. I said that the real bottomless pit is the depth of infamous slander with which people will assail our public servants, especially when
April 8th (search for this): chapter 32
made here for a foreign market and sold in Germany and England at a price impossible here. I said that the real bottomless pit is the depth of infamous slander with which people will assail our public servants, especially when they are faithful and incorruptible, apropos of aspersions cast on Roosevelt and Taft. Mrs. Ward read a very violent attack upon some public man of a hundred or more years ago. He was quoted as a monster of tyranny and injustice. His name was George Washington. April 8.... My prayer for this Easter is that I may not waste the inspiration of spring.... In these days came another real sorrow to her. April 10. To-day brings the sad news of Marion Crawford's death at Sorrento. His departure seems to have been a peaceful one. He comforted his family and had his daughter Eleanor read Plato's Dialogues to him. Was unconscious at the last. Poor dear Marion! The end, in his case, comes early. His father was, I think, in the early forties when he died of
April 10th (search for this): chapter 32
nfamous slander with which people will assail our public servants, especially when they are faithful and incorruptible, apropos of aspersions cast on Roosevelt and Taft. Mrs. Ward read a very violent attack upon some public man of a hundred or more years ago. He was quoted as a monster of tyranny and injustice. His name was George Washington. April 8.... My prayer for this Easter is that I may not waste the inspiration of spring.... In these days came another real sorrow to her. April 10. To-day brings the sad news of Marion Crawford's death at Sorrento. His departure seems to have been a peaceful one. He comforted his family and had his daughter Eleanor read Plato's Dialogues to him. Was unconscious at the last. Poor dear Marion! The end, in his case, comes early. His father was, I think, in the early forties when he died of a cancer behind the eye which caused blindness. He, Thomas Crawford, had a long and very distressing illness. Crawford had been very dear to
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