"_February 16...._ The Philosophy meeting and Griggs"s lecture revived in me the remembrance of my philosophic studies and attempts of thirty-five years ago, and I determined to endeavor to revise them and to publish them in some shape. Have thought a good deal this morning of this cream of genius in which the fervent heat of youth fuses conviction and imagination and gives the world its great masters and masterpieces.
It cannot outlast the length of human life of which it is the poetry.
Age follows it with slow philosophy, but can only strengthen the outposts which youth has gained with daring flight. Both are divinely ordained and most blessed. Of the dear Christ the world had only this transcendent efflorescence. I said to Ames yesterday, "I find in the Hebrew prophets all the doctrine which I find in Christ"s teaching." He said, "Yes, it is there seminally." We agreed that it was the life which made the difference."
"_February 21_.... My dearest Maud left by 1 P.M. train to sail for Europe to-morrow. I could not go to the hearing. Was on hand to think of small details which might have been overlooked. Gave them my fountain pen, to Jack"s great pleasure. Julia Richards came to take care of me. I suffered extreme depression in coming back to the empty house, every corner of which is so identified with Maud"s sweet and powerful presence. The pain of losing her, even for a short time, seemed intolerable. I was better in the evening. Chug amused me with a game of picquet."
Her spirits soon rallied, and the granddaughters did their best to fill the great void. She writes to Laura about this time:--
Not a sign was made, not a note was wrote, Not a telegram was wired, Not a rooster sent up his warning note, When the eggs from your larder were fired.
We swallow them darkly at break of fast, Each one to the other winking, And "woe is me if this be the last"
Is what we are sadly thinking.
The egg on missile errand sent Some time has been maturing, And, with whate"er endearment blent, Is rarely rea.s.suring.
But yours, which in their freshness came Just when they might be wanted, A message brought without a name, "Love," we will take for granted. [_Copyrighted._]
Julia is rather strict with me, but very good, considering whose grandchild she is.
Affect., MOTHER.
"_March 25._ I received in one day three notes asking me regarding the "Life of Margaret Shepard," and "Secret Confessions of a Priest." One writer had seen in some paper that she could have the books by applying to me; Miss ---- wrote to the same intent; Miss ---- wrote and enclosed forty cents" worth of stamps for one of the books. I have replied to all that I know nothing of the books in question, and that I am neither agent nor bookseller."
"_March 30._ Lunch with Mrs. Fields after church. Heard a very inspiring sermon from Samuel A. Eliot. This young man has a very n.o.ble bearing and a stringent way of presenting truth. He has that vital religious power which is rare and most precious. Before he had spoken I had been asking in my mind, how can we make the _past present to us_? The Easter service and Lent also seem intended to do this, but our imaginations droop and lag behind our desires...."
"_April 2._... Went in the evening to see "Ben-Hur" with kind Sarah Jewett--her treat, as was my attendance at the opera. The play was altogether spectacular, but very good in that line...."
"_April 3._... Went to the celebration of E. E. Hale"s eightieth birthday, in which the community largely partic.i.p.ated. Senator h.o.a.r was the orator and spoke finely.... Hale"s response was manly, cheery, and devout. He has certainly done much good work, and has suggested many good things."
"_April 12._ Lunch with Mrs. Wheelwright. I found Agnes Repplier very agreeable. She had known the wife of Green, the historian, "very, almost too brilliant." Told me something about his life. I enjoyed meeting her."
_To Laura_
Yes, I likes my chilluns better "n other folkses" chilluns. P"raps "tis as well sometimes to let them know that I do....
What you write about my little Memoir of your dear Papa touches me a good deal. I did my best to make it as satisfactory as the limits imposed upon me would allow. I don"t think that I ever had a word of commendation for it. Michael killed it as a book by printing it entire in his Report for the year. Now I am much gratified by your notice of it. You are most welcome to use it in connection with the letters.[140]
[140] Letters and Journals of Samuel Gridley Howe.
"_May 16._ In the evening the Italian supper at the Hotel Piscopo, North End. I recited Goldoni"s toast from the "Locandiera," and also made a little speech at the end of the banquet. Padre Roberto, a Venetian priest, young and handsome, sat near me...."
"_May 18_.... I had prayed that this might be a real Whitsunday to me and I felt that it was. Notice was given of a meeting at which Catholic, Jew, Episcopalian, and Unitarian are to speak regarding the Filipinos.
This seemed like the Millennium. It is the enlargement of religious sympathy; not, as some may think, the progress of critical indifferentism.
"During this morning"s service my desire to speak to prisoners rea.s.serted itself strongly; also my thought of one of my sermons which I wish to write. One should be to the text: "The glory of G.o.d in the face of Jesus Christ," the reflection of divine glory in G.o.d"s saints, like the reflection of the sun"s light in the planets. Another about Adam being placed in Eden to tend the flowers and water them. This should concern our office in the land of our birth, into which we are born to love and serve our country. Will speak of the self-banished Americans, Hale"s "Man without a Country," etc. This day has been so full of thought and suggestion that I hardly know how to let it go. I pray that it may bear some fruit in my life, what is left of it."
"_May 24._ The annual Club luncheon in honor of my birthday. I felt almost overwhelmed by the great attention shown me and by the constant talk of speakers with reference to myself.... I don"t find in myself this charm, this goodness, attributed to me by such speakers, but I know that I love the Club and love the world of my own time, so far as I know it. They called me Queen and kissed my hand. When I came home I fell in spirit before the feet of the dear G.o.d, thanking Him for the regard shown me, and praying that it might not for one moment make me vain. I read my translation of Horace"s ode, "Quis Desiderio," and it really seemed to suit the mention made by Mrs. Cheney of our departed members, _praecipue_, Dr. Zack; Dr. Hoder [?] of England was there, and ex-Governor Long and T. W. Higginson, also Agnes Irwin. It was a great time."
"_July 5_.... I wrote to Ethel V. Partridge, Omaha, a high-school student: "Get all the education that you can. Cultivate habits of studious thought with all that books can teach. The fulfilment of the nearest duty gives the best education." I fear that I have come to know this by doing the exact opposite, _i.e._, neglecting much of the nearest duty in the pursuit of an intellectual wisdom which I have not attained...."
Maud and Florence were both away in the early part of this summer, and various grandchildren kept her company at Oak Glen. There were other visitors, among them Count Salome di Campello, a cheery guest who cooked spaghetti for her, and helped the granddaughter to set off the Fourth of July fireworks, to her equal pleasure and terror. During his visit she invited the Italian Amba.s.sador[141] to spend a couple of days at Oak Glen. On July 14 she writes:--
[141] Count Mayer des Planches.
"Not having heard from the Italian Amba.s.sador, the Count and I supposed that he was not coming. In the late afternoon came a letter saying that he would arrive to-morrow. We were troubled at this late intelligence, which gave me no time to invite people to meet the guest. I lay down for my afternoon rest with a very uneasy mind. Remembering St. Paul"s words about "Angels unawares," I felt comforted, thinking that the Angel of Hospitality would certainly visit me, whether the guest proved congenial or not."
"_July 15_.... The Amba.s.sador arrived as previously announced. He proved a most genial and charming person; a man still in the prime of life, with exquisite manners, as much at home in our simplicity as he doubtless is in scenes of luxury and magnificence. Daisy Chanler drove out for afternoon tea, at my request, and made herself charming. After her came Emily Ladenberg, who also made a pleasing impression. Our guest played on the piano and joined in our evening whist. We were all delighted with him."
After the Amba.s.sador"s departure she writes:--
"He gave me an interesting account of King Charles Albert of Savoia. He is a man of powerful temperament, which we all felt; has had to do with Bismarck and Salisbury and all the great European politicians of his time. We were all sorry to see him depart."
The Journal tells of many pleasures, among them "a delightful morning in the green parlor with Margaret Deland and dear Maud."
On August 24 she writes:--
"This day has been devoted to a family function of great interest, namely, the christening of Daisy and Wintie"s boy baby, Theodore Ward, the President[142] himself standing G.o.dfather. Jack Elliott and I were on hand in good time, both of us in our best attire. We found a very chosen company, the Sydney Websters, Owen Wister, Senator Lodge and wife, the latter standing as G.o.dmother. Mr. Diman, of the School,[143]
officiated, Parson Stone being ill. The President made his response quite audibly. The Chanler children looked lovely, and the baby as dear as a baby can look. His G.o.dfather gave him a beautiful silver bowl lined with gold. I gave a silver porringer, Maud a rattle with silver bells; lunch followed. President Roosevelt took me in to the table and seated me on his right. This was a very distinguished honor. The conversation was rather literary. The President admires Emerson"s poems, and also Longfellow and Sienkiewicz. He paid me the compliment of saying that Kipling alone had understood the meaning of my "Battle Hymn," and that he admired him therefor. Wister proposed the baby"s health, and I recited a quatrain which came to me early this morning. Here it is:--
"Roses are the gift of G.o.d, Laurels are the gift of fame; Add the beauty of thy life To the glory of thy name."
[142] Theodore Roosevelt.
[143] St. George"s, Newport.
"I said, "Two lines for the President and two for the baby"; the two first naturally for the President. As I sat waiting for the ceremony, I called the dear roll of memory, Uncle Sam and so on back to Grandpa Ward. I was very thankful to partic.i.p.ate in this beautiful occasion. But the service and talk about the baby"s being born in sin, etc., etc., seemed to me very inconsistent with Christ"s saying that he who would enter into the Kingdom of Heaven must become "as a little child." He also said, "of such is the kingdom of heaven.""
She had a high admiration for Colonel Roosevelt, and a regard so warm that she would never allow any adverse criticism of him in her presence.
The following verses express this feeling:--
Here"s to Teddy, Blythe and ready, Fit for each occasion!
Who as he Acceptably Can represent the Nation?
Neither ocean Binds his motion, Undismayed explorer; Challenge dares him, Pullman bears him Swifter than Aurora.
Here"s to Teddy!
Let no eddy Block the onward current.
Him we trust, And guard we must From schemes to sight abhorrent.
When the tuba Called to Cuba Where the fight was raging, Rough and ready Riders led he, Valorous warfare waging.
Here"s to Teddy!
Safe and steady, Loved by every section!
South and North Will hurry forth To hasten his election.