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February 21st (search for this): chapter 29
length of human life of which it is the poetry. Age follows it with slow philosophy, but can only strengthen the outposts which youth has gained with daring flight. Both are divinely ordained and most blessed. Of the dear Christ the world had only this transcendent efflorescence. I said to Ames yesterday, I find in the Hebrew prophets all the doctrine which I find in Christ's teaching. He said, Yes, it is there seminally. We agreed that it was the life which made the difference. February 21.... My dearest Maud left by 1 P. M. train to sail for Europe to-morrow. I could not go to the hearing. Was on hand to think of small details which might have been overlooked. Gave them my fountain pen, to Jack's great pleasure. Julia Richards came to take care of me. I suffered extreme depression in coming back to the empty house, every corner of which is so identified with Maud's sweet and powerful presence. The pain of losing her, even for a short time, seemed intolerable. I was b
May 31st (search for this): chapter 29
ed physically and mentally, and starting in life with good principles and intentions; my children all esteemed and honored for honorable service in their day and generation. May 30. Decoration Day.... In the afternoon Maud and I drove out to Mount Auburn to visit the dear graves. We took with us the best of the birthday flowers, beautiful roses and lilies. I could not have much sense of the presence of our dear ones. Indeed, they are not there, but where they are, God only knows. May 31. Free Religious meeting.... The fears which the bold programme had naturally aroused in me, fears lest the dear Christ should be spoken of in a manner to wound those who love him — these fears were at once dissipated by the reverent tone of the several speakers.. .. June 1.... To the Free Religious festival.... I found something to say about the beautiful morning meeting and specially of the truth which comes down to us, mixed with so much rubbish of tradition. I spoke of the power of tr
February 22nd (search for this): chapter 29
ep my bed. Felt much better when in motion. Must make a vigorous effort now to get entirely well. These days of seclusion were hard for her, and every effort was made to bring the mountains to her, since she could not go to them. A club was formed among her friends in Boston for the study and speaking of Italian: this became one of her great pleasures, and she looked forward eagerly to the meetings, delighted to hear and to use the beautiful speech she had loved since childhood. February 22. The new club, Il Circolo Italiano, met at our house. Count Campello had asked me to say a few words, so I prepared a very little screed in Italian, not daring to trust myself to speak extempore in this language. We had a large attendance; I thought one hundred were present. My bit was well received, and the lecture by Professor Speranza, of New York, was very interesting, though rather difficult to follow. The theme was D'Annunzio's dramas, from which he gave some quotations and many
May 30th (search for this): chapter 29
im, uncertain future. I trust God for His grace. My life has been poor in merit, in comparison to what it should have been, but I am thankful that to some it has brought comfort and encouragement, and that I have been permitted to champion some good causes and to see a goodly number of my descendants, all well endowed physically and mentally, and starting in life with good principles and intentions; my children all esteemed and honored for honorable service in their day and generation. May 30. Decoration Day.... In the afternoon Maud and I drove out to Mount Auburn to visit the dear graves. We took with us the best of the birthday flowers, beautiful roses and lilies. I could not have much sense of the presence of our dear ones. Indeed, they are not there, but where they are, God only knows. May 31. Free Religious meeting.... The fears which the bold programme had naturally aroused in me, fears lest the dear Christ should be spoken of in a manner to wound those who love hi
February 3rd (search for this): chapter 29
nd enjoyed the evening, but was not so well after it. February 10. A Sunday at home; unable to venture out. Wesselhoeft, Jr., called, left medicine, and forbade my going out before the cough has ceased. Have read in Cheyne's Jewish religious life after the Exile, finding the places of reference in the Bible. Afterwards read in L'aiglon, which is very interesting but not praiseworthy, as it endeavors to recall the false glory of Napoleon. February 18. Have been out, first time since February 3, when I went to church and was physically the worse for it. ... Last night had a time of lying awake with a sort of calm comfort. Woke in the morning full of invalid melancholy, intending to keep my bed. Felt much better when in motion. Must make a vigorous effort now to get entirely well. These days of seclusion were hard for her, and every effort was made to bring the mountains to her, since she could not go to them. A club was formed among her friends in Boston for the study and
February 18th (search for this): chapter 29
hinder my going to South Boston. She went and enjoyed the evening, but was not so well after it. February 10. A Sunday at home; unable to venture out. Wesselhoeft, Jr., called, left medicine, and forbade my going out before the cough has ceased. Have read in Cheyne's Jewish religious life after the Exile, finding the places of reference in the Bible. Afterwards read in L'aiglon, which is very interesting but not praiseworthy, as it endeavors to recall the false glory of Napoleon. February 18. Have been out, first time since February 3, when I went to church and was physically the worse for it. ... Last night had a time of lying awake with a sort of calm comfort. Woke in the morning full of invalid melancholy, intending to keep my bed. Felt much better when in motion. Must make a vigorous effort now to get entirely well. These days of seclusion were hard for her, and every effort was made to bring the mountains to her, since she could not go to them. A club was formed
March 25th (search for this): chapter 29
fast, Each one to the other winking, And “woe is me if this be the last” Is what we are sadly thinking. The egg on missile errand sent Some time has been maturing, And, with whate'er endearment blent, Is rarely reassuring. But yours, which in their freshness came Just when they might be wanted, A message brought without a name, “Love,” we will take for granted. Copyrighted. Julia is rather strict with me, but very good, considering whose grandchild she is. Affect., Mother. March 25. I received in one day three notes asking me regarding the Life of Margaret Shepard, and Secret Confessions of a Priest. One writer had seen in some paper that she could have the books by applying to me; Miss — wrote to the same intent; Miss-- wrote and enclosed forty cents' worth of stamps for one of the books. I have replied to all that I know nothing of the books in question, and that I am neither agent nor bookseller. March 30. Lunch with Mrs. Fields after church. Heard a very
October 8th (search for this): chapter 29
ber 5. A package came to-day from McClure's Syndicate. I thought it was my manuscript returned and rejected, and said, God give me strength not to cry. I opened it and found a typewritten copy of my paper on Girlhood, sent to me for correction in lieu of printer's proof. Wrote a little on my screed about Anarchy. Had a sudden thought that the sense and spirit of government is responsibility. October 6.... Wrote a poem on The Dead Century, which has in it some good lines, I hope. October 8. The cook ill with rheumatism. I made my bed, turning the mattress, and put my room generally to rights. When I lay down to take my usual obligato rest, a fit of verse came upon me, and I had to abbreviate my lie-down to write out my inspiration. The obligato rest l How she did detest it! She recognized the necessity of relaxing the tired nerves and muscles; she yielded, but never willingly. The noon hour would find her bending over her desk, writing for dear life, or plunged fathom
July 14th (search for this): chapter 29
which I have not attained.... Maud and Florence were both away in the early part of this summer, and various grandchildren kept her company at Oak Glen. There were other visitors, among them Count Salome di Campello, a cheery guest who cooked spaghetti for her, and helped the granddaughter to set off the Fourth of July fireworks, to her equal pleasure and terror. During his visit she invited the Italian Ambassador Count Mayer des Planches. to spend a couple of days at Oak Glen. On July 14 she writes:-- Not having heard from the Italian Ambassador, the Count and I supposed that he was not coming. In the late afternoon came a letter saying that he would arrive to-morrow. We were troubled at this late intelligence, which gave me no time to invite people to meet the guest. I lay down for my afternoon rest with a very uneasy mind. Remembering St. Paul's words about Angels unawares, I felt comforted, thinking that the Angel of Hospitality would certainly visit me, whether
October 5th (search for this): chapter 29
ing meeting and specially of the truth which comes down to us, mixed with so much rubbish of tradition. I spoke of the power of truth which burns all this accumulation of superstition and shines out firm and clear, so we may say that the myth crumbles but the majesty remains. She managed to do a good deal of writing this summer: wrote a number of screeds, some to order, some from inward leading: e.g., a paper on Girlhood seventy years ago, a poem on the death of President McKinley. October 5. A package came to-day from McClure's Syndicate. I thought it was my manuscript returned and rejected, and said, God give me strength not to cry. I opened it and found a typewritten copy of my paper on Girlhood, sent to me for correction in lieu of printer's proof. Wrote a little on my screed about Anarchy. Had a sudden thought that the sense and spirit of government is responsibility. October 6.... Wrote a poem on The Dead Century, which has in it some good lines, I hope. Octob
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