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Cassandra (search for this): chapter 30
young 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 understood many words, but could only guess at the general drift. I imagine that it was very eloquent, as he was much applauded. April 30. Lorin Deland called to talk about the verses which I am to write and read at his theatre. The thought of Cassandra seized me. She, coming to the house of the Atridue, had a vision of its horrors; I, coming to this good theatre, have a vision of the good things which have been enjoyed there and which shall still be enjoyed. Wrote down some five or six lines, lest I forget. Mr. and Mrs. Deland were among her best friends of the second generation. Indeed, there was such a sympathy and comprehension between her and Margaret that the latter playfully declared herself a daughter abandoned in infancy, an
Abraham Lincoln (search for this): chapter 30
-86 In music hall Looking down upon the white heads of my contemporaries Beneath what mound of snow Are hid my springtime roses? How shall Remembrance know Where buried Hope reposes? In what forgetful heart As in a canton darkling, Slumbers the blissful art That set my heaven sparkling? What sense shall never know, Soul shall remember; Roses beneath the snow, June in November. J. W. H. The year 1903 began with the celebration at Faneuil Hall of the fortieth anniversary of Lincoln's Emancipation Proclamation. She was one of the speakers. I felt much the spirit of the occasion, and spoke, I thought, better than usual, going back to the heroic times before and during the war, and to the first celebration forty years ago, at which I was present. Work of all kinds poured in, the usual steady stream. January 6. Wrote a new circular for Countess. Who the Countess was, or what the circular was about, is not known. By this time it had become the custom (or so it se
Hays Gardiner (search for this): chapter 30
was duly packed, transported, and eaten — we are bound to say without ill effect. This recalls the day when, leaving Gardiner, she was presented with a packet of sandwiches, and charged to have the Pullman porter bring her a cup of bouillon. Theast verse might trouble them, but it did not. November 19. Was busy trying to arrange bills and papers so as to go to Gardiner to-morrow with my Richards son-in-law, when in the late afternoon Rosalind told me that dear noble Ednah Cheney had dieher much trouble. She takes 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 wantre is reason to believe, by many persons in many countries.) it is remembered that in these days when she was leaving Gardiner at the last moment she handed Laura i a note. It read, be sure to rub the knee thoroughly night and morning! why, sh
Dan (search for this): chapter 30
o the hackmen on Dartmouth Street corner. She never forgot the hackmen in severe weather. They must have something hot! and tea or coffee would be despatched to the shivering men. They were all her friends; the Journal has many allusions to Mr. Dan Herlihy, the owner of the cab stand, her faithful helper through many a season. January 27, 1904. I was so anxious to attend today's [suffrage] meeting, and so afraid of Maud's opposition to my going, that my one prayer this morning was, Help but I always thought she would send flowers to my funeral. Mrs. Diaz is a loss — a high-strung, public-spirited woman with an heroic history. April 4. To the carriage-drivers' ball. They sent a carriage for me and I took Mary, the maid.... Mr. Dan was waiting outside for me, as was another of the committee who troubled me much, pulling and hauling me by one arm, very superfluous. My entrance was greeted with applause, and I was led to the high seats, where were two aides of the Governor,
Villa Claudia (search for this): chapter 30
r. May 10 brought the punishment for this season. Annual Woman Suffrage supper. 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.
Abbe Loisy (search for this): chapter 30
. . 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 work LaEvangile et laEglise, which has been put upon the Index [Expurgatorius]. I feel sensibly all differences between his apologetic wobbly vindication of the Church of Rome, and the sound and firm faith of Thomas Hill. October 2. Mr. Fitzhugh Whitehouse, having left here a copy of my From Sunset Ridge for me to furnish with a sentiment, I indited the following:--From Sunset Ridge we view the evening sky, Blood red
Frederic L. Knowles (search for this): chapter 30
ember 22. Have puzzled much about my promised screed for the Cosmopolitan on What would be the Best Gift to the People of the Country? As I got out of bed it suddenly occurred to me as the glory of having promoted recognition of human brotherhood. This must include Justice to Women. I meant to tackle the theme at once, but after breakfast a poem came to me in the almost vulgar question, Does your Mother know you're out? I had to write this, also a verse or two in commemoration of Frederic L. Knowles, a member of our Authors' Club, who has just passed away. September 25.... I must have got badly chilled this morning, for my right hand almost refuses to guide the pen. I tried several times to begin a short note to David Hall, but could not make distinct letters. Then I forced myself to pen some rough draft and now the pen goes better, but not yet quite right. I had the same experience last winter once. I suppose that I have overtired my brain; it is a warning. .. . October
Dean Hodges (search for this): chapter 30
formers 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 made a very good address. Crothers and Dean Hodges followed, also Clement. Judge Grant read a simple, strong poem, very good, I thought. Then came my jingle, intended to relieve the strain of the occasion, which I think it did. Maud says that I hit the bull's eye; perhaps I did. Then came a pretty invasion of mummers, bearing the gifts of the Club, a fine gold watch and a handsome bronze lamp. I presented these without much talk, having said my say in the verses, to which, by the bye, Colonel H. responded with some comic personal coupl
Fitzhugh Whitehouse (search for this): chapter 30
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 work LaEvangile et laEglise, which has been put upon the Index [Expurgatorius]. I feel sensibly all differences between his apologetic wobbly vindication of the Church of Rome, and the sound and firm faith of Thomas Hill. October 2. Mr. Fitzhugh Whitehouse, having left here a copy of my From Sunset Ridge for me to furnish with a sentiment, I indited the following:--From Sunset Ridge we view the evening sky, Blood red and gold, defeat and victory; If in the contest we have failed or won, 'T was ours to live, to strive and so pass on. October 5.... To Peace Congress, where Albert Smiley was presiding. A wonderful feature came in the person of a Hindu religionist, who came to plead the cause of the Thibetan Llama. He said that the
Jesus Christ (search for this): chapter 30
nd 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 said to myself: Let me be steeped in the devotion of the Psalms, and of Paul's Epistles! 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. Turkish horrors. It was the best of the speech. Seeking divine aid before I made my remarks, I suddenly said to myself, Christ, my brother I never felt it before. June 16. Maud would not allow me to attend Quincy Mansion School Commencement, tot I have overtired my brain; it is a warning. .. . October 5.... I had a moment of visioning, in which I seemed to see Christ on the cross refusing to drink the vinegar and gall, and myself to reach up a golden cup containing the love pledge of hu
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