Journal 48, page 52

Began my poor dear speech-as one who drives pegs into shoes.

Dear little Edith faithful & true is a consolation in stenography. Mary Sims, Cozzie's maid, is good as she can be. How grateful am I to God & Humanity. For surely goodness &mercy have followed me all the days of my life. O may I be better is my earnest prayer.

-Today Nannie sailed away in a brave good ship the Paris fastest on the sea-in company with Little Andrew & Dr Bushnell. I am so thankful that they are together. Telegrams tell us they started well & Nan said:"Heaven keep you." Dear Heart! May Heaven keep her. A lovely walk with Cossie past the Bendal [?] chalet & watching the loveliest of sunsets. God bless "[..... ]. Nan" & the rest& send them safe! Bless Cozzie & her son!

August 27, 1893

We walked 3 hours wh. is more than I have done since we first went to Andematt. I can but think 6 months utter absence from care would build me up-but it seems not possible even for Isabel's all-surrounding efforts to quite bring this to pass. I was weighed at Chesiere boulanger's & came to 117 pounds-2 less at when I first reached Switzerland & this after nearly 2 months of the most rest I have known since I grew up. We went to Paney[?] & sitting on the grass under the orchard trees listened to Col. Clibborn-Booth-husband of 'La Marechal." He is worthy to be that- need I say more. Rev Dr Whyte of Edinboro spoke the most pointedly & C. B. Wanstat[..]; then I. S. whose mellifluous French needed no translation-then various army soldiers. 20 badly behaved young men required all the attention of C-B. while the [entry coninued onto space for 8/28] 50[?] women present behaved so well that he could safely turn his back to them-which he did throughout the service!-I was asked to speak but did not-it seems so new to be under ban-but Sir BW Richardson is my "chieftain" these days & I hope by obedience to be "up & at 'em" by next spring. Exquisite scenery-arches green & landscape climbing to heaven" all the day & way long. Good talk with "Pa Gaffer" who helped me walk& lent me his alpenstock-& with Mrs. Dr Whyte when we regained our carriage. Somehow all objective observances are less & less to me since Mother went away & since experiences of the last three years (that shall be nameless) have shown me how profession mocks performance. Doctrines mean less & duties more with every added year. To be genuine-to be what one seems & to seem to be true & kind-this is the core of life.

August 29, 1893

Cossie had one of her bad headaches& could not get about much. She is a great sufferer from this cause& on my carefully questioning her says she never had headache until she endured the miseries of Lord Henry's bad life& the separation, "speech of people" Stc. We went in PM to see Nan's friends Mrs. Dwight of Constantinople &Mrs Bartlett of Auburndale. They are very