"Have copied my Call for the Congress. In my coming suffrage talks will invite women to study the history of their s.e.x in the past, and its destiny in the future; inertia and ignorance are the great dangers of society. The old condition of women largely increased instead of diminishing these sources of evil. The women were purposely kept ignorant, in order that they might be enslaved and degraded. Inertia is largely fostered by the paralysis of independent action...."
"I feel just now that we ought to try hard to have all the Far West represented at the Denver Congress."
"Thought a book or article about "Fooleries" would be entertaining and instructive. The need of this element in human society is shown by the ancient jesters and court fools.... In Bible times Samson made sport for the Philistines. People now do their own dancing and their own fooling: some of it very dull. Query: What ancient jests have been preserved?
"The Fools of old and of all time" would not be a bad t.i.tle."
In October came the Woman"s Congress in Denver; she was there, "attending all meetings and sessions."
"Mrs. ----"s paper on "The Redemptive Power of Art" was very so-so, and did not touch my conception of the theme, viz., art made valuable for the reform of criminals. I spoke of this with warmth."
After the Congress "the visiting ladies enjoyed a drive about the city of Denver. I went early to the High School with A. A. B.[110] Found Mrs.
Cheney speaking to the pupils a.s.sembled. She did not notice our entrance and spoke of me very warmly. Presently, turning round, she saw us and we all laughed. I spoke to them of my "drink of youth"; compared the spirits of youth to steam given to carry them on a celestial railroad; compared youth to wine in a beautiful vase; spoke of ancient libations to the G.o.ds; our libation to be poured to the true Divine; urged them not to starve their studies in order to feed their amus.e.m.e.nts. "Two ways of study, one mean, the other generous." Told them not to imitate savages, who will barter valuable land for worthless baubles; not so to barter their opportunities for barren pleasures."
[110] The Reverend Antoinette Blackwell.
She preached at Unity Church Sunday morning.
"At Grace Church [Methodist] in the afternoon. Spoke to the text, "G.o.d hath not left himself without a witness." This witness is in every human heart; which, with all its intense desires, desires most of all, law, order, religion.... I applied my text to the coming out into the new territories; a rough Exodus stimulated by the love of gold; but with the army of fortune-seekers go faithful souls, and instead of pa.s.sing out of civilization, they extend its bounds. "Praise waiteth for thee in Zion"--yes, but the Prophet says: "The solitary places shall be glad for them," et cetera. I set this down for future use."
The Denver people were most friendly, and she enjoyed the visit greatly.
Thence she stepped westward once more, lecturing and preaching as she went, everywhere welcomed with cordial warmth, everywhere carrying her ministry with her.
"A sweet young mother was dreadfully plagued with two babies; I helped her as much as I could."
"A delicate young woman was travelling with her father, a boy of five years, and a semi-friend, semi-help, not much of either. This party sat opposite me in the Pullman, and soon made acquaintance. She is going for her health from Tacoma to California. An odd-looking genius, something like ---- in his youth, got in somewhere and attracted my attention by his restless manner. I took him for no good; a gambler, perhaps. He seemed to notice me a good deal....
"Made acquaintance with the odd-looking young man. He is a timber-land broker. He had noticed me because I reminded him of his mother. We became friends. He told me his story. He brought another gentleman, a man more of society than himself, and we and Mrs. Campbell played whist.
We were quite gay all day. In the evening a sad, elderly man whom I had observed, came over and showed me his wife"s photograph as she had looked in health, and then a photograph of her in her last illness; he holding her up in his arms. He said he was travelling to help his sorrow.
"At Reading my two whist gentlemen cried out, "_Tamales!_" and rushed out. They presently returned, bringing some curious Mexican eatables, corn meal with chicken and red peppers rolled in corn leaves. These folk all left at Sacramento at three in the morning."
California was once more her goal. This second visit was brief and hurried.
"Hurry, scurry to dress for the Forefathers" Day celebration. Oakley was my squire. I was taken down to dinner by Professor Moore, President of the occasion.... I was suddenly and unexpectedly called for, and all were requested to rise, which was a great honor done me. I spoke of two Congregationalists whom I had known, Antoinette Blackwell, of whose ordination I told; then of Theodore Parker, of whom I said, "Nothing that I have heard here is more Christian than what I heard from him." I told of his first having brought into notice the hymn, "Nearer, My G.o.d, to Thee," and said that I had sung it with him; said that in advising with all women"s clubs, I always urged them to include in their programmes pressing questions of the day. Was much applauded.... They then sang the "Battle Hymn" and we adjourned."
She spent Christmas with Sister Annie, in great contentment; her last word before starting for home is, "Thank G.o.d for much good!"
_To Maud_
BOSTON.
I reached Boston very comfortably on Monday night about eleven o"clock.
I was slower than usual [on the journey] in making friends with those around me, but finally thought I would speak to the pleasant-looking woman on my left. She had made acquaintance with the people who had the two sections behind mine. I had observed a gaunt young man going back and forth, with a look on his face which made me say to my friend in Number Nine: "That man must have committed a murder." Who do you think he turned out to be? Lieutenant Ripley, of the Vandalia, U.S.N., the great ship which went to pieces on the Samoan reef. I, of course, determined to hear about it from his own lips, and we had a most interesting talk. He is very slight, but must be all nerve and muscle.
All the sailors in the top in which he was clinging for his life fell off and were drowned. He held on till the Trenton came down upon them, when, with the others who were saved in other parts of the rigging, he crept along a hawser and somehow reached the Trenton. Fearing that she would go to pieces, he started with fifteen sailors to swim ash.o.r.e--he alone was saved--he says he is much practised in swimming. I spoke of this all as a dreadful experience. "Yes," said he, with a twinkle in his eye, "but the storm cleared out the Germans for us." He was thrown ash.o.r.e insensible, but soon recovered consciousness--had been naked and without food for thirty-six hours. Took a cup of coffee in one hand, and a cup of brandy in the other, and swallowed a little from each alternately, his refection lasting from nine in the evening till one o"clock at night....
_To the same_
We have not seen the sun in some days. I hope that he has shined upon you. Item, I have almost finished my anxious piece of work for the N.Y.
"Evening Post," after which I shall say, "Now, frolic, soul, with thy coat off!"
In January, 1890, she "heard young Cram[111] explain Tristram and Iseult," and young Prescott execute some of the music. It seemed to me like _broken china_, no complete chord; no perfect result; no architectonic."
[111] Ralph Adams Cram, architect and _litterateur_.
She never learned to like what was in those days "the new music." Wagner and Brahms were anathema to her, as to many another music-lover of her time, notably John Sullivan Dwight, long-time Boston"s chief musical critic. Many a sympathetic talk they had together; one can see him now, his eyes burning gentle fire, head nodding, hands waving, as he denounced what seemed to him wanton cacophony. She avoided the Symphony Concerts at which "the new music" was exploited; but it was positive pain to her to miss a symphony of Beethoven or Schubert.
In March of this year the Sat.u.r.day Morning Club of Boston gave a performance of the "Antigone" of Sophocles.
"In afternoon to the second representation of the "Antigone."... On the whole very pathetic and powerful. Mrs. Tilden full of dramatic fire; Sally Fairchild ideally beautiful in dress, att.i.tude, and expression.
The whole a high feast of beauty and of poetry. The male parts wonderfully illusive, especially that of Tiresias, the seer...."
_To Laura_
241 BEACON STREET, BOSTON,
April 26, 1890.
I"se very sorry for unhandsome neglect complained of in your last. What are we going to do about it? I have now and then made efforts to reclaim the old Party, but have long considered her incorrigible. What shall we say, then? "Where sin doth abound, Grace shall much more abound," or words to that effect, are recorded of one Paul, of whom I have no mean opinion. So, there"s Scripture for you, do you see? As I wrote you yes"day or day before, things have been _hoppy_ here since my return.
The elder Aga.s.siz used to mention in his lectures the _Lepidoptera_, and I think that"s the creature (insect, I b"lieve) which infests Boston.
What I have hopped for, and whither to, I cannot in the least remember.
Flossy was here, as you know, and I hop"t for her. I also "tended two of the festival Oratorios, which were fine, but to me very fatiguing. I find that I must take public amus.e.m.e.nts, when I do take them, in the afternoon, as in the evening bodily fatigue overmasters even the aesthetic sense, and it is not worth while to pay a large price for the pleasure of wishing one"s self at home.... The benefit at Boston Museum for the Vincent Hospital netted over $1600. It was a brilliant success, but I caught there the first cold I have had since my return from the Far West. Maud is very busy with the flower table, which she has undertaken, _having nothing to do_. This is for the Vincent Fair, which will take place on Tuesday, 29th.... Have got a few lovely books from Libbie"s sale of the Hart collection--among other things, a fine French edition of "Les Miserables," which I am at last glad never to have read, as I shall enjoy it, _D.V._, in some of the long reading days of summer....
Your ownty donty
MA.
P.S. Before the Libbie sale I wickedly bid $25 upon a small but very precious missal. It brought $825!!
When she reached Oak Glen in mid-June, she felt a "constant discouragement"; was lonely, and missed the cheerful converse of her club and suffrage friends. "My work seems to me to amount to nothing at all." She soon revived, and "determined to fulfil in due order all the tasks undertaken for this summer; so attacked the Kappa poem and wrote at a stretch twenty-two verses, of four lines each, which was pretty much my day"s work. Read in Martineau, in J. F. C., a little Greek, and the miserable "Les Miserables.""
She decided to hold some conversations in the Unitarian parsonage, and wrote out the following topics for them:--
"Useful undertakings in this city as existing and needed."
"How to promote public spirit in American men and women."