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we left New York he was quite meek, and exhibited such signs of grace and submission that I had great hopes of him. He promised to do exactly as I told him, and stated that he had entire confidence in my guidance.
What woman could n't call such a spirit evidence of being prepared for speedy translation?
I was almost afraid he could not be long for this world.
But on the second day at sea his spirits rose, and his appetite reasserted itself.
He declared in loud tones how well he felt, and quite resented my efforts to take care of him. I reminded him of his gracious vows and promises in the days of his low spirits, but to no effect.
The fact is, his self — will has not left him yet, and I have now no fear of his immediate translation.
He is going to preach for us this morning.
The last winter passed in this well-loved Southern home was that of 1883-84, for the following season
Professor Stowe's health was in too precarious a state to permit him to undertake the long journey from
Hartford.
By this time one of
Mrs. Stowe's fondest hopes had been realized; and, largely through her efforts, Mandarin had been provided with a pretty little Episcopal church, to which was attached a comfortable rectory, and over which was installed a regular clergyman.
In January, 1884,
Mrs. Stowe writes:--
Mandarin looks very gay and airy now with its new villas, and our new church and rectory.
Our minister is perfect.
I wish you could know him. He wants only physical strength.
In everything else he is all one could ask.
