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Browsing named entities in Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall). You can also browse the collection for July, 1863 AD or search for July, 1863 AD in all documents.
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Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To Mrs. S. B. Shaw
To Mrs. S. B. Shaw. Wayland, July, 1863.
Oh, darling!
darling! if the newspaper rumor be true,
Report of the death of Colonel Robert G. Shaw. what I have so long dreaded has come upon you. But rumor very often exaggerates and sometimes invents; so I still hope, though with a heart that bleeds for you. If the report be true, may our Heavenly Father sustain you under this heavy sorrow.
Severe as the blow must be, it is not altogether without consolation.
If your beautiful and brave boy has died, he died nobly in the defence of great principles, and he has gone to join the glorious army of martyrs; and how much more sacred and dear to memory is such a life and such a death, than a life spent in self-indulgence, gradually impairing the health and weakening the mental powers.
Your darling Robert made the most of the powers and advantages God had given him by consecrating them to the defence of freedom and humanity.
Such a son in the spirit-world is worth ten living here for the
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To Francis G. Shaw
To Francis G. Shaw. July, 1863.
Words are inadequate to express what I feel for you. The same faith that made you willing to sacrifice your only son in defence of righteous principles will help to sustain you under this sorrowful bereavement.
But oh, how hard it would be for our poor human hearts, were it not for the hope of reunion in that other world, where all the shocking discords are resolved into harmony!
Dear friend, I herewith return you the remaining check for two hundred dolllf for having cared so much about a home, when so many homes are ruthlessly broken up. The debris of a fire is bad, but what is it compared with the desolation wrought by a mob?
I am most sincerely sorry for James Gibbons and his family.
Mr. Gibbons's house in New York city was gutted by the mob during the draft riots of July, 1863. Miss Osgood told me they had one room consecrated to interesting souvenirs of their lost Willie.
How dreadful it must have been to have that pillaged by a mob!