"I have had a great gratification to-day. Mrs. Fiske Warren had invited us to afternoon tea and to hear Coquelin deliver some monologues. I bethought me of my poem ent.i.tled "After Hearing Coquelin." Maud wrote to ask Mrs. Warren whether she would like to have me read it and she a.s.sented. I procured a fresh copy of the volume in which it is published, and took it with me to this party, which was large and _very_ representative of Boston"s most recognized people. Miss Shedlock first made a charming recitation in French, which she speaks perfectly. Then Coquelin gave three delightful monologues. The company then broke up for tea and I thought my chance was lost, but after a while order was restored. M. Coquelin was placed where I could see him, and I read the poem as well as I could. He seemed much touched with the homage, and I gave him the book. People in general were pleased with the poem and I was very glad and thankful for so pleasant an experience. Learned with joy of the birth of a son to my dear niece, Elizabeth Chapman."
Another happy birthday came and pa.s.sed. After recording its friendly festivities, she writes:--
"I am _very_ grateful for all this loving kindness. Solemn thoughts must come to me of the long past and of the dim, uncertain future. I trust G.o.d for His grace. My life has been poor in merit, in comparison to what it should have been, but I am thankful that to some it has brought comfort and encouragement, and that I have been permitted to champion some good causes and to see a goodly number of my descendants, all well endowed physically and mentally, and starting in life with good principles and intentions; my children all esteemed and honored for honorable service in their day and generation."
"_May 30. Decoration Day...._ In the afternoon Maud and I drove out to Mount Auburn to visit the dear graves. We took with us the best of the birthday flowers, beautiful roses and lilies. I could not have much sense of the presence of our dear ones. Indeed, they are not there, but where they are, G.o.d only knows."
"_May 31._ Free Religious meeting.... The fears which the bold programme had naturally aroused in me, fears lest the dear Christ should be spoken of in a manner to wound those who love him--these fears were at once dissipated by the reverent tone of the several speakers...."
"_June 1...._ To the Free Religious festival.... I found something to say about the beautiful morning meeting and specially of the truth which comes down to us, mixed with so much rubbish of tradition. I spoke of the power of truth "which burns all this acc.u.mulation of superst.i.tion and shines out firm and clear, so we may say that "the myth crumbles but the majesty remains.""..."
She managed to do a good deal of writing this summer: wrote a number of "screeds," some to order, some from inward leading: _e.g._, a paper on "Girlhood Seventy Years Ago," a poem on the death of President McKinley.
"_October 5._ A package came to-day from McClure"s Syndicate. I thought it was my ma.n.u.script returned and rejected, and said, "G.o.d give me strength not to cry." I opened it and found a typewritten copy of my paper on "Girlhood," sent to me for correction in lieu of printer"s proof. Wrote a little on my screed about "Anarchy." Had a sudden thought that the sense and spirit of government is responsibility."
"_October 6...._ Wrote a poem on "The Dead Century," which has in it some good lines, I hope."
"_October 8._ The cook ill with rheumatism. I made my bed, turning the mattress, and put my room generally to rights. When I lay down to take my usual _obligato_ rest, a fit of verse came upon me, and I had to abbreviate my lie-down to write out my _inspiration_."
The "_obligato_ rest"! How she did detest it! She recognized the necessity of relaxing the tired nerves and muscles; she yielded, but never willingly. The noon hour would find her bending over her desk, writing "for dear life," or plunged fathoms deep in Grote"s "Greece," or some other light and playful work. Daughter or granddaughter would appear, watch in hand, countenance steeled against persuasion. "Time for your rest, dearest!"
The rapt face looks up, breaks into sunshine, melts into entreaty. "Let me finish this note, this page; then I will go!" Or it may be the sprite that looks out of the gray eyes. "Get out!" she says. "Leave the room! I never saw you before!"
Finally she submits to the indignity of being tucked in for her nap; but even then her watch is beside her on the bed, ticking away the minutes till the half-hour is over, and she springs to her task.
"_November 3. 241 Beacon Street._ My room here has been nicely cleaned, but I bring into it a great heap of books and papers. I am going to try _hard_ to be less disorderly than in the past."
How hard she did try, we well remember. The book trunk was a necessity of the summer flitting. It carried a full load from one book-ridden house to the other, and there were certain books--the four-volume Oxford Bible, the big-print Horace, the Greek cla.s.sics, shabby of dress, splendid of type and margin--which could surely have found their way to and from Newport unaided.
One book she never asked for--the English dictionary! Once Maud, recently returned from Europe, apologized for having inadvertently taken the dictionary from 241 Beacon Street.
"How dreadful it was of me to take your dictionary! What have you done?
Did you buy a new one?"
"I did not know you had taken it!"
"But--how did you get along without a dictionary?"
The elder looked her surprise.
"I never use a word whose meaning I do not know!"
"But the spelling?"
There was no answer to this, save a whimsical shrug of the shoulders.
"_November 11._ The day of the celebration of dear Chev"s one hundredth birthday. Before starting for the Temple I received three beautiful gifts of flowers, a great bunch of white roses from Lizzie Aga.s.siz, a lovely bouquet of violets from Mrs. Frank Batch.e.l.ler, and some superb chrysanthemums from Mrs. George H. Perkins. The occasion was to me one of solemn joy and thankfulness. Senator h.o.a.r presided with beautiful grace, preluding with some lovely reminiscences of Dr. Howe"s visit to his office in Worcester, Ma.s.sachusetts, when he, h.o.a.r, was a young lawyer. Sanborn and Manatt excelled themselves, Humphreys did very well.
h.o.a.r requested me to stand up and say a few words, which I did, he introducing me in a very felicitous manner. I was glad to say my word, for my heart was deeply touched. With me on the platform were my dear children and Jack Hall and Julia Richards; Anagnos, of course; the music very good."
Senator h.o.a.r"s words come back to us to-day, and we see his radiant smile as he led her forward.
"It is only the older ones among us," he said, "who have seen Dr. Howe, but there are hundreds here who will want to tell their children that they have seen the author of the "Battle Hymn of the Republic.""
Part of her "word" was as follows:--
"We have listened to-day to very heroic memories; it almost took away our breath to think that such things were done in the last century. I feel very grateful to the pupils and graduates of the Perkins Inst.i.tution for the Blind who have planned this service in honor of my husband. It is a story that should be told from age to age to show what one good resolute believer in humanity was able to accomplish for the benefit of his race.... The path by which he led Laura Bridgman to the light has become one of the highways of education, and a number of children similarly afflicted are following it, to their endless enlargement and comfort. What an encouragement does this story give to the undertaking of good deeds!
"I thank those who are with us to-day for their sympathy and attention.
I do this, not in the name of a handful of dust, dear and reverend as it is, that now rests in Mount Auburn, but in the name of a great heart which is with us to-day and which will still abide with those who work in its spirit."
"_November 26. Thursday._ A day of pleasant agitation from beginning to end. I tried to recognize in thought the many mercies of the year. My fortunate recoveries from illness, the great pleasures of study, friendly intercourse, thought and life generally. Our Thanksgiving dinner was at about 1.30 P.M., and was embellished by the traditional turkey, a fine one, to which David, Flossy, Maud, and I did justice. The Richards girls, Julia and Betty, and Chug[135] and Jack Hall, flitted in and out, full of preparation for the evening event, the marriage of my dear Harry Hall to Alice Haskell. I found time to go over my screed for Maynard very carefully, rewriting a little of it and mailing it in the afternoon.
[135] Dr. Lawrence J. Henderson.
"In the late afternoon came Harry Hall and his best man, Tom McCready, to dine here and dress for the ceremony. Maud improvised a pleasant supper: we were eight at table. Went to the church in two carriages.
Bride looked very pretty, simple white satin dress and tulle veil. Six bridesmaids in pink, carrying white chrysanthemums. H. M. H.[136] seemed very boyish, but looked charmingly...."
[136] The bridegroom, Henry Marion Hall.
"_December 31._ The last day of a blessed year in which I have experienced some physical suffering, but also many comforts and satisfactions. I have had grippe and bronchitis in the winter and bad malarial jaundice in the summer, but I have been constantly employed in writing on themes of great interest and have had much of the society of children and grandchildren. Of these last, two are happily married, _i.e._, in great affection. My dear Maud and her husband have been with me constantly, and I have had little or no sense of loneliness...."
The beginning of 1902 found her in better health than the previous year.
She records a luncheon with a distinguished company, at which all agreed that "the "Atlantic" to-day would not accept Milton"s "L" Allegro," nor would any other magazine."
At the Symphony Concert "the Tschaikowsky Symphony seemed to me to have in it more noise than music. Felt that I am too old to enjoy new music."
"_January 24._ Suffrage and Anti-Suffrage at the State House. I went there with all of my old interest in the Cause. The Antis were there in force: Mrs. Charles Guild as their leader; Lawyer Russell as their manager. I had to open. I felt so warm in my faith that for once I thought I might convert our opponents. I said much less than I had intended, as is usually the case with me when I speak _extempore_."
"_February 7...._ I went to see Leoni"s wonderful illuminated representation of leading events in our history; a very remarkable work, and one which ought to remain in this country."
"_February 11._ Dreamed of an interview with a female pope. I had to go to Alliance Meeting to speak about Wordsworth. I hunted up some verses written about him in my early enthusiasm, probably in 1840 or 1841. This I read and then told of my visit to him with Dr. Howe and the unpleasantness of the experience. Spoke also of the reaction in England against the morbid discontent which is so prominent and powerful in much of Byron"s poetry...."
"_February 12...._ In my dream of yesterday morning the woman pope and I were on very friendly terms. I asked on leaving whether I might kiss her hand. She said, "You may kiss my hand." I found it fat and far from beautiful. As I left her, methought that her countenance relaxed and she looked like a tired old woman. In my dream I thought, "How like this is to what Pope Leo would do.""
"_February 13...._ Felt greatly discouraged at first waking. It seemed impossible for me to make a first move under so many responsibilities. A sudden light came into my soul at the thought that G.o.d will help me in any good undertaking, and with this there came an inkling of first steps to be taken with regard to Sig. Leoni"s parchment.[137] I went to work again on my prize poem, with better success than hitherto...."
[137] That is, to have it bought by some public society.
"_February 14._ Philosophy at Mrs. Bullard"s.... Sent off my prize poem with scarcely any hope of its obtaining or indeed deserving the prize, but Mar[138] has promised to pay me something for it in any case, and I was bound to try for the object, namely, a good civic poem...."
[138] An editor.
"_February 15...._ A day of great pleasure, profit and fatigue....
Griggs"s lecture.... The address on "Erasmus and Luther" was very inspiring. Griggs is in the full tide of youthful inspiration and gives himself to his audience without stint. He did not quite do justice to the wonderful emanc.i.p.ation of thought which Protestantism has brought to the world, but his ill.u.s.tration of the two characters was masterly. I said afterwards to f.a.n.n.y Ames: "He will burn himself out." She thinks that he is wisely conservative of his physical strength. I said, "He bleeds at every pore." I used to say this of myself with regard to ordinary social life. Went to the Club, where was made to preside. Todd and Todkinee[139] both spoke excellently. Then to Symphony Concert to hear Kreisler and the "Pastoral Symphony.""
[139] Professor Todd, of Amherst, and his wife, Mabel Loomis Todd.