"_September 3._ Received and answered a letter from Jenkin Lloyd Jones, informing me of my election to an Advisory Board to hold a World"s Unitarian Congress at Chicago in September, 1893. I have accepted this."
"_September 4._ My last day at Sonnenberg.... Gave my sister my little old Greek Lexicon, long a cherished companion. I had thought of reading the family one of my sermons, but my throat was troublesome and no one asked me to do anything of the kind. They wished to hear "Pickwick," and a long reading was held in my room, the fire in the grate helping to cheer us."
"_September 15._ Left Montreux for Paris. Reed brought me a beautiful yellow rose, half-blown, upon which I needs must exercise my old trick of versification. Paper I had none--the back of a pasteboard box held one stanza, the cover of a Tauchnitz the others."
"_September 18._ Heard to-day of the n.o.ble poet, Whittier"s death. What a great heart is gone with him!"
"_September 22._ _Liverpool._ Embarked at about ten in the morning.
Edward Atkinson, wife and daughter on board, a valuable addition to our resources."
"_September 29._ _At sea._ I said in my mind: "There is nothing in me which can redeem me from despair over my poor life and wasted opportunities. That redemption which I seek must be in Thee. There is no progress in the mere sense of ill-desert. I must pa.s.s on from it to better effort beyond, self-reproach is negative: woe is me that I was born! Amendment must have positive ground." I wrote some lines in which a bit of sea-weed shining in the sun seemed as an ill.u.s.tration of the light which I hope to gain."
"_September 30._ A performance of Jarley"s Wax-works in the evening was much enjoyed. Edward Atkinson as Mrs. Partington in my witch hat recited some merry nonsense of Hood"s about European travel."
"_October 2._ _Boston._ In the early morning John M. Forbes"s yacht, the Wild Duck, hovered around us, hoping to take off his daughter, Mrs.
Russell.... Quite a number of us embraced this opportunity with grat.i.tude...."
"_October 3._ All seems like a dream."
"_October 7._ _Newport._ I begin my life here with a prayer that the prolongation of my days on earth may be for good to myself and others, that I may not sink into senile folly or grossness, nor yet wander into aesthetic conceit, but carry the weight of my experience in humility, in all charity, and in a loving and serviceable spirit."
The last entry in the Journal for 1892 strikes the keynote of what was to prove the most absorbing interest of the coming year.
"_December 31._ Farewell, dear 1892. You were the real _quattro_ centenary of Columbus"s discovery, although we have been so behind time as not to be ready to celebrate this before 1893. 1492 was indeed a year momentous to humanity."
To her many cares was added now work for the Columbian Exhibition at Chicago. The Woman"s Department of the World"s Fair was ably administered by Mrs. Potter Palmer, who consulted her frequently, her experiences in the New Orleans Cotton Centennial proving useful in the Columbian Exhibition. The "Twelve-o"Clock Talks," so successful in the Crescent City, were, at her suggestion, repeated at Chicago, and proved most valuable. The a.s.sociation for the Advancement of Women and many other a.s.sociations were to meet in Chicago this year. She writes to the Reverend Jenkin Lloyd Jones concerning the Parliament of Religions and the Unitarian Congress; to Aaron Powell touching the Congress on Social Purity. There are letters, too, about the Alliance of Unitarian Women, the Congress of Representative Women, and the a.s.sociation of Women Ministers and Preachers.
"_January 7._ [_Boston._] To speak to the Daughters of the American Revolution at the house of Miss Rebecca W. Brown. I had dreaded the meeting, feeling that I must speak of suffrage in connection with the new womanhood, and antic.i.p.ating a cold or angry reception. What was my surprise at finding my words, which were not many, warmly welcomed!
Truly, the hour is at hand!"
"_January 8._ To speak for Dr. Clisby at Women"s Educational and Industrial Union. I had dreaded this, too, fearing not to interest my audience. The occasion was very pleasant to me, and, I think, to them; Mrs. Waters endorsed my estimate of Phillips Brooks as a perfectly disinterested worker. Mrs. Catlin of New York agreed in my praise of Bishop Henry C. Potter on the same grounds; both also spoke well in relation to my most prominent point--emanc.i.p.ation from the slavery of self."
"_January 23._ Oh! and alas! dear Phillips Brooks died suddenly this morning at half-past six. Alas! for Christendom, which he did so much to unite by redeeming his domain in it from superst.i.tion, formalism, and uncharity. Oh! to have such a reputation, and _deserve it_!"
"_March 4._ To-day have been allowed to visit the study of the late dear Bishop of Ma.s.sachusetts. I took this pin from his pincushion, to keep for a souvenir. Made Rosalind write down the names of a number of the books. The library is a very generous one, comprising a large sweep of study and opinion. A charming frieze over the large window had been painted by Mrs. Whitman. We entered with a reverent feeling, as if in a sacred place.... The dining-room, and his seat thereat, with portraits of his parents and grandfather. The mother was of his color, dark of eyes and hair, strong temperament, otherwise no special resemblance. His father looked substantial but not remarkable."
In mid-May she went to Chicago, to take part in the World"s Congress of Representative Women, and in many of the other congresses and conferences of that notable year.
"_May 16._ _Chicago._ Was appointed to preside to-day over a Report Convention [of the above Congress]; went to Room 6 of the Art Palace and found no one. Mrs. Kennard came presently, and Mrs. Clara B. Colby, who stood by me bravely--when about a dozen had gathered I opened the meeting. Mrs. Colby read reports for two a.s.sociations, British, I think.
A German delegate had a long report written in German, which it would have been useless for her to read. She accordingly reported as she was able, in very funny English, I helping her when she was at a loss for a word. Her evident earnestness made a good impression. I reported for A.A.W., partly in writing, partly _extempore_. In the evening read my paper on the Moral Initiative as regards Women. The hall [of Washington]
was frightfully cold."
"_May 17._ Going to the Art Palace this afternoon I found an audience waiting in one of the small halls with no speaker. Madame C. had engaged to speak on musical education. I was requested to fill the breach, which I did, telling of the Boston Conservatory of Music, early music in Boston, and down to our time. Had an ovation afterwards of friendly handshaking."
"_May 19._ Meeting of National Alliance of Unitarian Women."
"_May 27._ My seventy-fourth birthday. Thank G.o.d for my continued life, health, and bodily and mental powers. My prayer to Him is that, whether I am to have a year, a month, a week, or a day more, it may be for good to myself and others.
"Went to the Columbian Exhibition. Thomas"s Orchestra playing for Mrs.
Potter Palmer"s reception given to the women of the Press a.s.sociation.
Later I went into the model kitchen where tea was served by the Cingalese. Mrs. Palmer asked me to follow her brief address with a few words. I did this and told of its being my birthday, at which Mrs.
Palmer gave me her bouquet of carnations, and the ladies present rose and waved handkerchiefs. Read my sermon for to-morrow twice and feared it might not strike a keynote here."
"_May 28._ Rather nervous about getting to town in time for my service at the Unitarian Church,--we were in good time. My mind was much exercised about my prayer, I having decided to offer the longer one, which I did, I hope, acceptably. I don"t think that the sermon _told_ as it did in Boston. The church is not easy to speak in. Mr. Fenn said a few words very tenderly about his pleasure in receiving me into his pulpit. The pulpit roses were given me."
"_May 29._ Went to the Exposition, where met Mrs. Charlotte Emerson Brown. Went with her to her s.p.a.ce in the Organization Room. She will receive and care for my exhibits. Saw the very fine collection of club manuals, histories, etc."[117]
[117] Mrs. Charlotte Emerson Brown was at this time president of the General Federation of Women"s Clubs, and had prepared this exhibit, the first of its kind in club history.
"_May 30._ Made a little spurt to begin my screed for Aaron Powell"s meeting on Sunday. Went with dear Maud and Helen Gardner to the Fair.
Side-shows as follows: Cairo Street, Cairo Theatre, Soudanese dancers (very black savages wearing top tufts of black hair or wool, clothed in strips of dirty white cotton cloth), old Vienna, dinner at Vienna restaurant....
"The Cairo dancing was simply horrid, no touch of grace in it, only a most deforming movement of the whole abdominal and lumbar region. We thought it indecent. The savages were much better, though they only stamp their bare feet and clap their hands in rhythm without music. One had a curious smooth lyre, which seemed to give no sound. Their teeth were beautifully white and regular. One of them came up to me and said, "Mamma," as if to indicate my age. Then into a bark hut, to see the Soudanese baby dance--a dear little child that danced very funnily to a tum-tum."
Early June found her back in Boston and hard at work.
"_June 8._ Finished my screed for the July "Forum." Subject, "A Proper Observance of the Fourth of July." I have prayed over this piece of work as over all the others which have been strung, one after another, in this busiest of years for me. I have also despaired of it, and am not yet sure of its acceptance."
Next day she felt that she "must see the last of dear Edwin Booth." The Journal describes his funeral at length; "the sun perfectly golden behind the trees." She brought away a bit of evergreen from the grave, and at church, two days later, "had the s.e.xton slide it in among the pulpit flowers; afterward brought it home. Perhaps a silly fancy, but an affectionate one." She wrote a poem in memory of Mr. Booth, "not altogether to my satisfaction." She felt his death as a real loss; he remained always to her a beautiful and heroic figure, connected with a great time.
"_June 15._ "Thus far the Lord has led me on." I have had many pieces of work to accomplish, and when almost despairing, seemed to have been uplifted right into my working seat, and so have fulfilled my tasks as well as I was able. Have still my Fourth of July poem to write, and wish to write a poem in memory of Edwin Booth. I"m hungry, oh! how hungry, for rest and reading. Must work very hard for A.A.W. this season...."
She went to Harvard Cla.s.s Day this summer, her eldest grandson, Samuel Prescott Hall, being of the graduating cla.s.s; drove out to Cambridge in a pouring rain, and enjoyed the occasion. "I saw my Boy march with his fellows; when they cheered Weld, I waved a napkin."
The summer sped by on wings of study and work; she was lame, but that gave her the more time for writing. The Journal records many letters; among other things, "a short screed for the man who asks to be convinced that there is such a thing as soul." In September she spread other wings and flew back to Chicago for the Parliament of Religions, and some last Impressions of the Dream City of the World"s Fair.
"_September 23._ Went to the Parliament of Religions where Jenkin Lloyd Jones put me on the platform. Heard Dr. Momery, who gave a pleasant, liberal, and spirited address, a little _elementary_, as he closed by reciting "Abou Ben Adhem," which is as familiar to Americans as A B C.
In the evening went to meet, or rather find, the women ministers. Miss Chapin excused herself from attending and asked me to run the meeting.... I read my short screed, briefly narrating my own efforts to found an a.s.sociation of women ministers. Miss Putnam and Mary Graves were appointed as a committee to consult with me as to a plan of organization."
"_September 26._ Up early.... Visited the German village, castle and museum, the mining, agricultural, shoe and leather buildings for a brief s.p.a.ce. Made a turn in the Ferris Wheel.... Mary Graves came for me, and we started for the Parliament in good time. The first speaker was intolerably narrow and out of place, insisting upon the hostility of Christ to all ethnic religions. I could not refrain from taking him up a little, very mildly. I was received with applause and the Chautauqua salute, and my brief speech (fourteen minutes without notes) was much applauded. I was very thankful for this opportunity."
This impromptu speech made a deep impression. In the newspaper reports great stress was laid on it, with singular result. She was amazed next day to hear her name roared out in the Midway Plaisance by a touter who stood at the gateway of one of the sideshows where some Orientals were at prayer.
"Come in, all ye Christian people," the man cried. "Come in and see these devout Mohammedans at their devotions. Julia Ward Howe has knocked the orthodoxy into a c.o.c.ked hat."
The quiet little figure, pa.s.sing in the motley throng, paused for a moment and looked with astonishment into the touter"s face, which gave no sign of recognition.
"This," said a friend, who happened to come up at the moment,--"this is fame!"