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William James (search for this): chapter 30
that I shall undertake I may help to make clear the goodness of God to some who need to know more of it than they do.... June 22. Mabel Loomis Todd wrote asking me for a word to enclose in the corner-stone of the new observatory building at Amherst [Massachusetts]. I have just sent her the following:--The stars against the tyrant fought In famous days of old; The stars in freedom's banner wrought Shall the wide earth enfold. June 23. Kept within doors by the damp weather. Read in William James's book, Varieties of Religious Experience. ... Had a strange fatigue-a restlessness in my brain. June 25.... The James book which I finished yesterday left in my mind a painful impression of doubt; a God who should be only my better self, or an impersonal pervading influence. These were suggestions which left me very lonely and forlorn. To-day, as I thought it all over, the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob seemed to come back to me; the God of Christ, and his saints and martyrs. I
Joseph Coolidge (search for this): chapter 30
e embarking upon this new voyage.... When she told me what she had in mind to say, I felt that a real word had been given her. I said: Go and say that! ... April 1.... A telegram announced the birth of my first great-grandchild, Harry Hall's infant daughter Julia Ward Howe Hall.. . . April 11. To Mrs. Bigelow Lawrence's, Parker House, to hear music. Mrs. [Henry] Whitman called for me. Delightful music; two quartettes of Beethoven's, a quintette of Mozart's, which I heard at Joseph Coolidge's some thirty or more years ago. I recognized it by the first movement, which Bellini borrowed in a sextette which I studied in my youth from La Straniera, an opera never given in these days.... April 17. Winchendon lecture.... A day of anguish for me. I was about to start for Winchendon when my dearest Maud so earnestly besought me not to go, the weather being very threatening, that I could not deny her. Words can hardly say how I suffered in giving up the trip and disappointing so
T. W. Higginson (search for this): chapter 30
9 .... This came into my mind, apropos of reformers generally: Dost thou so carry thy light as to throw it upon thyself, or upon thy theme? This appears to me a legitimate question .... December 21. Put the last touches to my verses for Colonel Higginson's eightieth birthday. Maud went with me to the celebration held by the Boston Authors' Club at the Colonial Club, Cambridge. T. W. H. seemed in excellent condition; I presided as usual. Bliss Perry, first speaker, came rather late, but mdd, at which every bard of that nation brought four lines of verse — a sort of four-leaved clover — to his chief. T. W. Higginson, The Outlook, January 26, 1907. Sixty quatrains made what she calls an astonishing testimonial of regard. Colonel Higginson, who presided most charmingly, read many of these tributes aloud, and the Birthday Queen responded in a rhyme scribbled hastily the day before. Here are a few of the tributes, together with her reply :-- Eistedfodd each bard of Wales, w
William Wesselhoeft (search for this): chapter 30
I was to have spoken at this occasion and to have recited the poem which I wrote for Castle Square Theatre, but it was otherwise ordained. I rose as usual, my head a little misty. A mighty blow of vertigo seized me.... The elder Wesselhoeft pronounced it a brain fag, not likely to have serious results, but emphatically a warning not to abuse further my nervous strength. Got up in afternoon and finished Villa Claudia ; was bitterly sad at disappointing the suffragists and Deland. Dr. Wesselhoeft was asked on this occasion why, at her age, so severe an attack as this had not resulted in paralysis. Because, he replied, she brought to receive it the strength of forty years of age! Sure enough, the next day she felt as if her nervous balance was very well restored, and in a week she was at work again. May 18.... In the evening had word of a Decoration Day poem needed. At once tried some lines. May 19. Doubted much of my poem, but wrote it, spending most of the working ho
Jack Elliott (search for this): chapter 30
on Gambling among Society People. Wrote this in a little more than an hour. January 20.... Some little agitation about my appearance at the Artists' Festival to-night, as one of the patronesses. I had already a white woollen dress quite suitable for the prescribed costume. Some benevolent person or persons ordered for me and sent a cloak of fine white cloth, beautiful to look at but heavy to wear. A headdress was improvised out of one of my Breton caps, with a long veil of lawn. Jack Elliott made me a lovely coronet out of a bit of gold braid with one jewel of dear Maud's. Arriving, to my surprise, I found the Queen's chair waiting for me. I sat thereon very still, the other patronesses being most kind and cordial, and saw the motley throng and the curious pageants. Costumes most beautiful, but the hall too small for much individual effect. Adele Thayer wore the famous Thayer diamonds. January 27. Woke early and began to worry about the hearing.... Dressed with more care
good, some middling, for some three quarters of an hour. The effect of my one candle lighting up his curly hair was good and my rhyme was well received. Mark the gracious, welcome guest, Master of heroic jest; He who cheers man's dull abodes With the laughter of the gods; To the joyless ones of earth Sounds the reveille of mirth. Well we meet, to part with pain, But ne'er shall he and we be Twain. December 5. Gardiner, Maine. On coming to breakfast found a note from dearest Maud, saying that she would sail this day for Spain. Was much overcome by this intelligence, yet felt that it was on the whole best. The day passed rather heavily, the relish seemed gone from everything. December 6. Boston.... Reaching home I lay down to rest, but the feeling of Maud's departure so overpowered me that I got up and went about, crying out: I can't stand it! I soon quieted down, being comforted by my dear Laura, Julia, and Betty, but could not sleep until bedtime, when I slept soundly.
ture was received with enthusiasm. September 6. I was very dull at waking and dreaded the drive to church and the stay to Communion. The drive partly dissipated my megrims; every bright object seemed to me to praise God.... The Communion service was very comforting. Especially did Christ's words come to me, Abide in me, etc. I felt that if I would abide in Him, old as I am, I could still do some good work. Yes! my strong friend, my heart said, I will abide in thee, and a bit of the old Easter anthem came back to me, He sitteth at the right hand of God, in the glory of the Father. No, it is a verse of the Te Deum. In October a lecture in South Berwick gave her the opportunity, always greatly enjoyed, of a visit to Sarah Orne Jewett and her sister Mary. November 1. South Berwick. A delightful drive. Mary Jewett, Annie Fields, and I to visit Mrs. Tyson in the Hamilton House described by Sarah in her Tory Lover. . . . Most interesting. Mrs. Tyson very cordial and delightfu
Frank B. Sanborn (search for this): chapter 30
in Concord, Massachusetts; her theme, A century from the birth of Emerson. She was anxious about this paper, and told Mr. Sanborn (the inevitable reporter calling to borrow her manuscript) that she thought the less said about the address the betterung Greek lady presented me with a fine bouquet of white carnations with blue and white ribbons, the colors of Greece. Sanborn read from dear Chev's letters of 1825. Michael spoke at great length, with great vehemence and gesticulation. I understakes it to pieces and rewrites it, and afterwards is much depressed; no color in anything. from Gardiner she writes to Sanborn for the Horatian lines she wishes to quote. ( whenever, she said once to Colonel Higginson, I want to find out about anything difficult, I always write to Sanborn of course! replied Higginson. we all do! at this writing the same course is pursued, there is reason to believe, by many persons in many countries.) it is remembered that in these days when she was le
Julia Ward Howe (search for this): chapter 30
ng. This seemed to me charming. My man Michael, recognizing the tune, said: Mrs. Howe, this is a send-off for you! . . . She was going to keep a lecture engagemtter of fruitcake, Sarah took sides with ardor. You shall have all you want, Mrs. Howe, and a good big piece to take home besides! Put it somewhere where the girl last gave me an unexpected thrill of satisfaction. The president said: Dear Mrs. Howe, there is nothing in it to wound us. I had feared that the last verse might rce of epigrams in verse, He'd smash some idols, I allow, but who would alter Mrs. Howe? Robert Grant. Dot oldt Fader time must be cutting some dricks, Vhen he Bresident's age eighty-six. an octogeranium! who would suppose? my dear Mrs. Julia Ward Howe der time goes! Yawcob Strauss (Charles Follen Adams). you, who are oguile you long to live-- our Queen of hearts. Louise Chandler Moulton. Mrs. Howe's reply why, bless you, I ain't nothing, nor nobody, nor much, if you look in
Martha J. Hosmer (search for this): chapter 30
yself, No, I won't; I am too tired and have done enough. Yesterday's sermon gave me a spur, and this morning I have writ the President a long letter, to the effect desired. God grant that it may have some result! July 17. I despaired of being able to write a poem as requested for the Kansas semi-centennial celebration in October, but one line came to me: Sing us a song of the grand old time and the rest followed .. . This poem is printed in At Sunset. July 21. Writ ... to Mrs. Martha J. Hosmer, of Rock Point, Oregon, who wrote me a kindly meant letter, exhorting me to seek the truth and live, and to write to a Mrs. Helen Wilman, eighty-five years old and the possessor of some wonderful knowledge which will help me to renew my youth.... September 25. I could not go to church to-day, fearing to increase my cold, and not wishing to leave my dear family, so rarely united now. Have been reading Abbe Loisy's Autour d'un petit Livre, which is an apologetic vindication of his w
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