This was in the winter of 1900. It was the time of the Boer War, and all Christendom was sorrowing over the conflict. On January 3 the Journal says:--
"This morning before rising, I had a sudden thought of the Christ-Babe standing between the two armies, Boers and Britons, on Christmas Day. I have devoted the morning to an effort to overtake the heavenly vision with but a mediocre result."
These lines are published in "At Sunset."
On the 11th the cap and bells are a.s.sumed once more.
"... To reception of the College Club, where I was to preside over the literary exercises and to introduce the readers. I was rather at a loss how to do this, but suddenly I thought of Mother Goose"s "When the pie was opened, the birds began to sing." So when Edward Everett Hale came forward with me and introduced me as "the youngest person in the hall,"
I said, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I shall prove the truth of what our reverend friend has just said, by citing a quotation from Mother Goose ["When the pie was opened," etc.], and the first bird that I shall introduce will be Rev. E. E. Hale." Beginning thus, I introduced T. W.
Higginson as the great American Eagle; Judge [Robert] Grant as a mocking-bird; C. F. Adams as the trained German canary who sings all the songs of Yawcob Strauss; C. G. Ames said, "You mustn"t call me an owl."
I brought him forward and said, "My dear minister says that I must not call him an owl, and I will not; only the owl is the bird of wisdom and he is very wise." I introduced Mrs. Moulton as a nightingale. For Trowbridge I could think of nothing and said, "This bird will speak for himself." Introduced N. H. Dole as "a bird rarely seen, the phnix."
At the close E. E. H. said, "You have an admirable power of introducing." This little device pleased me foolishly."
"_February 4._ Wrote a careful letter to W. F. Savage. He had written, asking an explanation of some old ma.n.u.script copy of my "Battle Hymn"
and of the theft perpetrated of three of its verses in "Pen Pictures of the War," only lately brought to my notice. He evidently thought these matters implied doubt at least of my having composed the "Hymn." To this suspicion I did not allude, but showed him how the verses stolen had been altered, probably to avoid detection...."
"_March 3._ Count di Campello"s lecture, on the religious life in Italy, was most interesting. His uncle"s movement in founding a National Italian Catholic Church seemed to me to present the first solution I have met with, of the absolute opposition between Catholic and Protestant. A Catholicism without spiritual tyranny, without ignorant superst.i.tion, would bridge over the interval between the two opposites and bring about the unification of the world-church...."
"_March 13...._ Pa.s.sed the whole morning at State House, with remonstrants against pet.i.tion forbidding Sunday evening concerts. T. W.
H. spoke remarkably well...."
"_March 30...._ Had a special good moment this morning before rising.
Felt that G.o.d had granted me a good deal of heaven, while yet on earth.
So the veil lifts sometimes, not for long."
April found her in Minneapolis and St. Paul, lecturing and being "delightfully entertained."
"_May 8. Minneapolis._ Spoke at the University, which I found delightfully situated and richly endowed. Was received with great distinction. Spoke, I think, on the fact that it takes the whole of life to learn the lessons of life. Dwelt a little on the fact that fools are not necessarily underwitted. Nay, may be people of genius, the trouble being that they do not learn from experience...."
On leaving she exclaims:--
"Farewell, dear St. Paul. I shall never forget you, nor this delightful visit, which has renewed (almost) the dreams of youth. In the car a kind old grandmother, with two fine little boy grands....
"The dear old grandmother and her boys got out at the Soo. Other ladies in the Pullman were _very_ kind to me, especially a lady from St. Paul, with her son, who I thought might be a young husband. She laughed much at this when I mentioned it to her. Had an argument with her, regarding hypnotism, I insisting that it is demoralizing when used by a strong will to subdue a weak one."
"_May 25._ [_Boston._] Went in the afternoon to Unitarian meeting at Tremont Temple. S. A. Eliot made me come up on the platform. He asked if I would give a word of benediction. I did so, thanking G.o.d earnestly in my heart for granting me this sweet office, which seemed to lift my soul above much which has disturbed it of late. Why is He so good to me?
Surely not to destroy me at last."
"_June 3...._ Before church had a thought of some sweet spirit asking to go to h.e.l.l to preach to the people there. Thought that if he truly fulfilled his office, he would not leave even that forlorn pastorate...."
"_June 10...._ Could not find the key to my money bag, which distressed me much. Promised St. Anthony of Padua that if he would help me, I would take pains to find out who he was. Found the key immediately...."
"_June 18...._ The little lump in my right breast hurts me a little to-day. Have written Wesselhoeft about it. 4.50 P.M. He has seen it and says that it is probably cancerous; forbids me to think of an operation; thinks he can stop it with medicine. When he told me that it was in all probability a cancer, I felt at first much unsettled in mind.
I feared that the thought of it would occupy my mind and injure my health by inducing sleeplessness and nervous excitement. Indeed, I had some sad and rather vacant hours, but dinner and Julia"s[131] company put my dark thought to flight and I lay down to sleep as tranquilly as usual."
[131] Julia Ward Richards.
[Whatever this trouble was, it evidently brought much suffering, but finally disappeared. We learn of it for the first time in this record; she never spoke of it to any of her family.]
"_Oak Glen. June 21._ Here I am seated once more at my old table, beginning another _villeggiatura_, which may easily be my last. Have read a little Greek and a long article in the "New World." I pray the dear Heavenly Father to help me pa.s.s a profitable season here, improving it as if it were my last, whether it turns out to be so or not."
[She was not in her usual spirits this summer. She felt the heat and the burden of years. The Journal is mostly in a minor key.]
"_July 16._ Took up a poem at which I have been working for some days, on the victims in Pekin; a strange theme, but one on which I feel I have a word to say. Wrote it all over...."
"_July 19._ Was much worn out with the heat. In afternoon my head gave out and would not serve me for anything but to sit still and observe the flight of birds and the freaks of yellow b.u.t.terflies...."
"_July 26._ Have prayed to-day that I may not find life dull. This prolongation of my days on earth is so precious that I ought not to cease for one moment to thank G.o.d for it. I enjoy my reading as much as ever, but I do feel very much the narrowing of my personal relations by death. How rich was I in sisters, brothers, elders! It seems to me now as if I had not at all appreciated these treasures of affection...."
"_July 31._ Have writ notes of condolence to Mrs. Barthold Schlesinger and to M. E. Powel. I remember the coming of Mrs. Powel"s family to Newport sixty-five years ago. The elders used to entertain in the simple ways of those days, and my brother Henry and I used to sing one duet from the "Matrimonio Segreto," at some of their evening parties. In the afternoon came the ladies of the Papeterie; had our tea in the green parlor, which was pretty and pleasant...."
_To Laura_
OAK GLEN, August 3, 1900.
... I grieve for the death of King Umberto, as any one must who has followed the fortunes of Italy and knows the indebtedness of the country to the House of Savoy. Thus, the horror of this anarchy, thriving among Italians in our own country. I am so thankful that the better cla.s.s among them have come out so strongly against it! I was present when King Umberto took the oaths of office, after the death of his father. He was a faithful man, not quite up to the times, perhaps, but his reign was beset with problems and difficulties. I am sure that the Queen greatly respected and honored him, although I believe that she was first betrothed to his brother Amadeo, whom, it is said, she loved. Alas, for the tyranny of dynastic necessity. Their only child was very delicate, and has no child, or had not, when I was in Rome. As to the Chinese horror, it is unspeakably dreadful. Even if the ministers are safe, hundreds of foreigners and thousands of native Christians have been cruelly ma.s.sacred. I cannot help hoping that punishment will be swift and severe....
A letter from H. M. H. yesterday, in great spirits. At a great public dinner recently, the president of the a.s.sociation cried: "_Honneur a Howe!_"
Affect., MOTHER.
"_August 17...._ In the evening I was seized with an attack of verse and at bedtime wrote a rough draft of a _Te Deum_ for the rescue of the ministers in Pekin."
"_August 20...._ Got my poem smooth at some expense of force, perhaps. I like the poem. I think that it has been _given_ me."
This _Te Deum_ was printed in the "Christian Herald" in September, 1900.
"_Sunday, September 2...._ I had, before service began, a clear thought that _self_ is death, and deliverance from its narrow limitations the truest emanc.i.p.ation. In my heart I gave thanks to G.o.d for all measure in which I have attained, or tried to attain, this liberation. It seems to me that the one moment of this which we could perfectly attain, would be an immortal joy."
A week later, she went to New York to attend a reception given to the Medal of Honor Legion at Brooklyn Academy. She writes:--
"Last evening"s occasion was to me eminently worth the trouble I had taken in coming on. To meet these veterans, face to face, and to receive their hearty greeting, was a precious boon vouchsafed to me so late in life. Their reception to me was cordial in the extreme. The audience and chorus gave me the Chautauqua salute, and as I left the platform, the girl chorus sang the last verse of my "Hymn" over again, in a subdued tone, as if for me alone. The point which I made, and wished to make, was that, "our flag should only go forth on errands of justice, mercy, etc., and that once sent forth, it should not be recalled until the work whereunto it had been pledged was accomplished." This with a view to Pekin...."
"_September 13...._ The Galveston horror[132] was much in my mind yesterday. I could not help asking why the dear Lord allowed such dreadful loss of life...."
[132] A terrible storm and tidal wave which had nearly destroyed the city.
"_October 25._ My last writing at this time in this dear place. The season, a very busy one, has also been a very blessed one. I cannot be thankful enough for so much calm delight--my children and grandchildren, my books and my work, although this last has caused me many anxieties. I cannot but feel as old John Forbes did when he left Naushon for the last time and went about in his blindness, touching his writing materials, etc., and saying to himself, "Never again, perhaps." If it should turn out so in my case, G.o.d"s will be done. He knows best when we should depart and how long we should stay...."
"On the way home and afterwards, these lines of an old hymn ran in my mind:--
"Fear not, I am with thee, oh, be not afraid.
I, I am thy G.o.d, and will still give thee aid."
This comforted me much in the forlorn exchange of my lovely surroundings at Oak Glen for the imprisonment of a town house."