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Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To the same. (search)
To the same. 1870.
Mrs. J--, the author of Linda, spent a couple of nights here a few weeks ago. She told me one little anecdote which reminded me of the Puritan soldiers of old. She said that one day, during the war, she was gathering vegetables in the garden of the hospital where she was nursing the wounded.
A soldier passed by, and seeing some roses in bloom he said, Auntie, will you give me a rose?
Mrs. J — was sensitive about being called Auntie, that being the universal way of addressing middle-aged slaves.
So she answered, I will give yon some roses with all my heart, for I am always willing to give anything to a soldier of the United States.
But I am not your auntie; your mother was not my sister.
Was n't she, though?
rejoined the soldier.
You'd better ask General Christ about that.
He was a great general, and I guess he would say that your mother was my mother's sister.
My mother is a good woman.
If you knew her, you would love her.
Beautiful, was it no
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. Wayland, 1870.
I thank you cordially for M. Sylvestre.
It is charmingly translated, in that free, flowing way that makes it seem as if it were written in English.
It is far less exciting than Consuelo was, but it is very attractive, full of serene wisdom and gleams of simple beauty.
I never can believe that George Sand is so debased and impure as many represent her to be. She may have committed grave errors, but I think they must have proceeded from the restless yearnings of unsatisfied affections, and the pursuit of an ideal which she could not find, rather than from unbridled sensuality.
A woman of impure soul might write elaborate sentences in praise of virtue, but I deem it impossible for such f woman to write books that breathe such pure aspirations as many of hers do. And even her very worst ones, are they not true pictures of life as she has seen it in that false, corrupted France?
And is it not the sincerity of her nature, rather than any delight i
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To Miss Henrietta Sargent
To Miss Henrietta Sargent. 1870.
I promised to send you the lines I wrote about George Thompson in 1835.
Here they are. Perhaps they will recall to you the feelings with which you used to listen to him in those old stirring times. I've heard thee when thy powerful words Were like the cataract's roar, Or like the ocean's mighty waves Resounding on the shore.
But, even in reproof of sin, Love brooded over all, As the mild rainbow's heavenly arch Rests on the waterfall.
I've heard thee in the hour of prayer, When dangers were around; Thy voice was like the royal harp, That breathed a charmed sound.
The evil spirit felt its power, And howling turned away; And some, perchance, who “came to scoff, Remained with thee to pray.” I've seen thee, too, in playful mood, When words of magic spell Dropped from thy lips like fairy gems, That sparkled as they fell.
Still great and good in every change, Magnificent and mild, As if a seraph's godlike power Dwelt in a little ch
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To Charles Sumner
To Charles Sumner. Wayland, 1870.
Dear and honored Mr. Sumner,--If I were to write to you every time the spirit moves me to thank you for some good thing you have done, you would have a very voluminous correspondence.
I lay the flattering unction to my soul that I am a very enlightened statesman, and my reasons for forming such a high opinion of myself are, that whenever I arrive at conclusions on any subjects which have occupied my mind, you are always sure to indorse my views.
Many a time, after reading your speeches or debates aloud, I have exclaimed, There it is again!
You see Mr. Sumner says just what I have been hoping and expecting he would say.
I differ from you often enough, however, to prove that my soul is my own.
In your speech you say, The oppressiveness of a tax is not to be measured by the insensibility of the people on whose shoulders it is laid.
It is a curiosity of depotism that the people are too often unconscious of their slavery, as they are also uncon
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To Miss Lucy Osgood
To Miss Lucy Osgood. 1870.
You say you sometimes think we should be greatly strengthened if we could be sure of a real bona fide Thus saith the Lord.
I don't think so. If it had been good for us, Divine Providence would have so ordered it. It is obviously a part of his plan that we should work our own passage through in the darkness, or rather by the far-off gleam of a few guiding stars, and it seems to me that in no other way could we become educated for a higher plane of existence.
You are mainly anxious for this bona fide revelation on account of the ignorant masses, which you think need to lean on authority.
You need not be concerned on that score, my friend.
Just so long as the multitude need to believe that Jesus was God, they will believe it. You and I could n't take that faith from them while it was a necessity of their souls, even if we wished to do it. Divine Providence takes care that neither the old material nor spiritual skin shall fall off till a new one has f
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To John G. Whittier