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Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 3: Newport 1879-1882; aet. 60-63 (search)
er Lyrics : a tiny volume entitled Modern Society, containing, beside the title essay, a kindred one on Changes in American Society. The Journal makes little or no mention of this booklet, but Thomas Wentworth Higginson says of it: It would be hard to find a book in American literature better worth reprinting and distributing.... In wit, in wisdom, in anecdote, I know few books so racy. January 1, 1881. I have now been lame for twelve weeks, in consequence of a bad fall which I had on October 17. I am still on crutches with my left knee in a splint. Have had much valuable leisure in consequence of this, but have suffered much inconvenience and privation of preaching, social intercourse, etc. Very little pain since the first ten days. Farewell, Old Year! Thank the Heavenly Father for many joys, comforts and opportunities. Her physician insisted upon her keeping quiet, but she could not obey him, and continued to travel about on crutches to keep her many engagements. Her fait
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 15: mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord 1908-1910; aet. 89-91 (search)
er, and she would rest quietly with her hand in his strong hand. On Sunday evening the younger physician thought her convalescent; the elder said, If she pulls through the next twenty-four hours, she will recover. But she was too weary. That night they heard her say, God will help mel and again, toward morning, I am so tired! Being alone for a moment with Maud, she spoke one word: a little word that had meant good-bye between them in the nursery days. So, in the morning of Monday, October 17, her spirit passed quietly on to God's keeping. Those who were present at her funeral will not forget it. The flower-decked church, the mourning multitude, the white coffin borne high on the shoulders of eight stalwart grandsons, the words of age-long wisdom and beauty gathered into a parting tribute, the bugle sounding Taps, as she passed out in her last earthly triumph, the blind children singing round the grave on which the autumn sun shone with a final golden greeting. We hav