Bade the watch-fires slacken dim In the dawn"s auspicious hue.
Staid the armed heel; Still the clanging steel; Joys unwonted thrilled the silence through.
On April 27 she "heard of Wilkes Booth"s death--shot on refusing to give himself up--the best thing that could have happened to himself and his family"; and wrote a second poem ent.i.tled "Pardon," embodying her second and permanent thought on the subject:
Pains the sharp sentence the heart in whose wrath it was uttered, Now thou art cold; Vengeance, the headlong, and Justice, with purpose close muttered, Loosen their hold, etc.
Brief entries note the closing events of the war.
"_May 13._ Worked much on Essay.... In the evening said to Laura: "Jeff Davis will be taken to-morrow." Was so strongly impressed with the thought that I wanted to say it to Chev, but thought it was too silly."
"_May 14._ The first thing I heard in the morning was the news of the capture of Jeff Davis. This made me think of my preluding the night before...."
Other things beside essays demanded work in these days. The great struggle was now over, and with it the long strain on heart and nerve, culminating in the tragic emotion of the past weeks. The inevitable reaction set in. Her whole nature cried out for play, and play meant work.
"Working all day for the Girls" Party, to-morrow evening. Got only a very short reading of Kant, and of Tyndall. Tea with the Bartols. Talk with [E. P.] Whipple, who furiously attacked Tacitus. Bartol and I, who know a good deal more about him, made a strong fight in his behalf."
"Working all day for the Party. The lists of men and women accepting and declining were balanced by my daughter F. with amusing anxiety.... The two s.e.xes are now neck and neck. Dear little Maud was in high glee over every male acceptance. Out of all this hubbub got a precious forty-five minutes with Kant...."
The party proved "very gay and pleasant."
Now came a more important event: the Musical Festival celebrating the close of the war, which was given by the Handel and Haydn Society, at its semi-centennial, in May, 1865. Our mother sang alto in the chorus.
The Journal records daily, sometimes semi-daily, rehearsals and performances, Kant squeezed to the wall, and getting with difficulty his daily hour or half-hour. Mendelssohn"s "Hymn of Praise" and "Elijah"; Haydn"s "Creation," Handel"s "Messiah" and "Israel in Egypt"; she sang in them all.
Here is a sample Festival day:--
"Attended morning rehearsal, afternoon concert, and sang in the evening.
We gave "Israel in Egypt" and Mendelssohn"s "Hymn of Praise." I got a short reading of Kant, which helped me through the day. But so much music is more than human nerves can respond to with pleasure. This confirms my belief in the limited power of our sensibilities in the direction of pure enjoyment. The singing in the choruses fatigues me less than hearing so many things."
After describing the glorious final performance of the "Messiah," she writes:--
"So farewell, delightful Festival! I little thought what a week of youth was in store for me. For these things carried me back to my early years, and their pa.s.sion for music. I remembered the wholeness with which I used to give myself up to the concerts and oratorios in New York, and the intense reaction of melancholy which always followed these occasions."
And the next day:--
"Still mourning the Festival a little. If I had kept up my music as I intended, in my early youth, I should never have done what I have done--should never have studied philosophy, nor written what I have written. My life would have been more natural and pa.s.sionate, but I think less valuable. Yet I cannot but regret the privation of this element in which I have lived for years. But I do believe that music is the most expensive of the fine arts. It uses up the whole man more than the other arts do, and builds him up less. It is more pa.s.sional, less intellectual, than the other arts. Its mastery is simple and absolute, while that of the other arts is so complex as to involve a larger sphere of thought and reflection. I have observed the faces of this orchestra just disbanded. Their average is considerably above the ordinary one.
But they have probably more talent than thought."
On May 31 we find a significant entry. The evening before she had attended the Unitarian Convention, and "heard much tolerable speaking, but nothing of any special value or importance." She now writes:--
"I really suffered last evening from the crowd of things which I wished to say, and which, at one word of command, would have flashed into life and, I think, into eloquence. It is by a fine use of natural logic that the Quaker denomination allows women to speak, under the pressure of religious conviction. "In Christ Jesus there is neither male nor female," is a good sentence. Paul did not carry this out in his church discipline, yet, one sees, he felt it in his religious contemplation. I feel that a woman"s whole moral responsibility is lowered by the fact that she must never obey a transcendent command of conscience. Man can give her nothing to take the place of this. It is the _divine_ right of the human soul."
The fatigue and excitement of the Festival had to be paid for: the inevitable reaction set in.
"_June 3._ Decidedly I have spleen in these days. Throughout my whole body, I feel a mingled restlessness and feebleness, as if the nerves were irritated, and the muscles powerless. I feel puzzled, too, about the worth of what I have been doing for nearly three years past. There is no one to help me in these matters. I determine still to work on and hope on. Much of the work of every life is done in the dark."
Again: "Spleen to-day, and utter discouragement. The wind is east, and this gives me the strange feeling, described before, of restlessness and powerlessness. My literary affairs are in a very confused state. I have no market. This troubles me.... G.o.d keep me from falling away from my purpose, to do only what seems to me necessary and called for in my vocation, and not to produce for money, praise, or amus.e.m.e.nt."
"Was melancholy and G.o.dless all day, having taken my volume of Kant back to the Athenaeum for the yearly rearrangement. Could not interest myself in anything.... Visited old Mrs. Sumner,[53] whose chariot and horses are nearly ready."
[53] The mother of Charles Sumner.
At this time there was some question of selling Lawton"s Valley for economic reasons. The exigency pa.s.sed, but the following words show the depth of her feeling on the subject: "If I have any true philosophy, any sincere religion, these must support me under the privation of the Valley. I feel this, and resolve to do well, but nature will suffer.
That place has been my confidante,--my bosom friend,--intimate to me as no human being ever will be--dear and comforting also to my children...."
"_June 11...._ Thought of a good text for a sermon, "In the world ye shall have tribulation," the scope being to show that our tribulation, if we try to do well, is in the world, our refuge and comfort in the church. Thought of starting a society in Newport for the practice of sacred music, availing ourselves of the summer musicians and the possible aid of such ladies as Miss Reed, etc., for solos. Such an enterprise would be humanizing, and would supply a better object than the empty reunions of fashion...."
"_Wednesday, June 21._ Attended the meeting at Faneuil Hall, for the consideration of reconstruction of the Southern States. Dana made a statement to the effect that voting was a civic, not a natural, right, and built up the propriety of negro suffrage on the basis first of military right, then of duty to the negro, this being the only mode of enabling him to protect himself against his late master. His treatment was intended to be exhaustive, and was able, though cold and conceited.
Beecher tumbled up on the platform immediately after, not having heard him, knocked the whole question to pieces with his great democratic power, his humor, his pa.s.sion, and his magnetism. It was Nature after Art, and his nature is much greater than Dana"s art."
A few days after this she writes: "... Sumner in the evening--a long and pleasant visit. He is a very sweet-hearted man, and does not grow old."
The Musical Festival had not yet exacted full arrears of payment; she was too weary even to enjoy the Valley at first; but after a few days of its beloved seclusion she shook off fatigue and was herself again, reading Kant and Livy, teaching the children, and gathering mussels on the beach.
She flits up to town to see the new statue of Horace Mann, "in order to criticise it for Chev"s pamphlet";[54] meets William Hunt, who praises its simplicity and parental character; and Charles Sumner, who tells her it looks better on a nearer view.
[54] Dr. Howe raised the money for this statue.
The day after--"we abode in the Valley, when three detachments of company tumbled in upon us, to wit, Colonel Higginson and Mrs. McKay, the Tweedys and John Field, and the Gulstons. All were friendly. Only on my speaking of the rudeness occasionally shown me by a certain lady, Mrs. Tweedy said: "But that was in the presence of your superiors, was it not?" I replied: "I do not know that I was ever in Mrs. X."s company under those circ.u.mstances!" After which we all laughed."
She was at this time sitting to Miss Margaret Foley for a portrait medallion and was writing philosophy and poetry. Family and household matters also claimed their share of attention.
"Finished reading over "Polarity" [her essay]. Reading to the children, "Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man hath not where to lay his head"--my little Maud"s eyes filled with tears."
"Much worried by want of preparedness for today"s picnic. Managed to get up three chickens killed on short notice, a pan of excellent gingerbread, two cans of peaches, and a little bread and b.u.t.ter. Went in the express wagon.... At the picnic I repeated my Cambridge poem, ...
and read "Amanda"s Inventory" and my long poem on Lincoln"s death....
Duty depends on an objective, happiness upon a subjective, sense. The first is capable of a general and particular definition, the second is not."
"In the afternoon mended Harry"s shirt, finished Maud"s skirt, read Livy and Tyndall, and played croquet, which made me very cross."
"Exhumed my French story and began its termination. Mended a sheet badly torn."
After a long list of purchases--
"Worked like a dog all day. Went in town, running about to pick up all the articles above mentioned.... Came home--cut bread and b.u.t.ter and spread sandwiches till just within time to slip off one dress and slip on another. My company was most pleasant, and more numerous than I had antic.i.p.ated...."
"Legal right is the universal compulsion which secures universal liberty."
"I feel quite disheartened when I compare this summer with the last. I was so happy and hopeful in writing my three Essays and thought they should open such a vista of usefulness to me, and of good to others. But the opposition of my family has made it almost impossible for me to make the use intended of them. My health has not allowed me to continue to produce so much. I feel saddened and doubtful of the value of what I have done or can do...."
"_August 23...._ Rights and duties are inseparable in human beings. G.o.d has rights without duties. Men have rights and duties. If a slave have not rights, he also has not duties...."
"With the girls to a matinee at Bellevue Hall. They danced and I was happy."
"My croquet party kept me busy all day. It was pleasant enough...."
"... "My peace I give unto you" is a wonderful saying. What peace have most of us to give each other? But Christ has given peace to the world, peace at least as an ideal object, to be ever sought, though never fully attained."