From collection Frances Willard Journal Transcripts
share with him the famous mot[ can't make out the scan] [vale crossed out] vault at Cheniers, thirty minutes from London, of which Froude has written in his "Shorter Studies."
March 30, 1893
Went to Editor Stead's to talk with him & Editor Stout. Dear Hannah Whitall Smith with us. Letters from the Temple in Chicago of the most drastic sort but I await Anna's verdict having more faith in it than in that of all the others put together. Had a talk with Mr. Coote-Stead's friend-about that worthy of whom his close friend Mr. Coote declares "With all his faults I love him still."
March 31, 1893
At Reigate. Cossie and I went out on our country tricycles-up the hill by the cottage-hard work and walked much of the way. Cossie is quite devoted to this new means of exercise. Took tea on the lawn at the Priory with the Pollens. Lady H. walked miles with her son and his friend A. P. deciding about his Oxford life and study. I read in "Life's Greatest Possibility"-a noble bit of a book by a young "War Lord" of 24-also Joseph Cook's characterization of Phillips Brooks. It takes an eagle to recognize the eagle's note and flash a look into his eyes.
April 1, 1893
These "bank holidays" should confer universal goodwill on Sir John Lubbock the inventor thereof. Only by grace can we get a stenographer (what writing is to dictation, walking is to the tri-& bi-cycle. ("Trike & bike" we say.) [extra ( here is FEWs] Cossie & I worked all the morning then rode our steel horses to the hill & back. Took tea at Pollens and exercise all through the grounds. I read "The Discovered Country" and my spirit reached out to the Future Life which is the only real and true. Where is my Mother is the underlying question that grows upon my heart.___
April 2, 1893
A glorious day-one of many[?] that have been bringing out the posies. Isabel felt she must go to ch. with her son-to the old "Lady of the Manor" pew & put up with the exceeding high church service with its "backings & fillings"-its proxy-worship and genuflexions. I could excuse myself & did. Here in quiet in my writing room I thought of Mother & Heaven. That life seems near-I can almost hear the stroke of wings since she went home. -I prayed for Little Nannie that she might come safely back again. She cables "everything brightens." The Pollens came to tea-I rode the tricycle in the shut away grounds-read the "Discovered Country" and theosophy & Cos & I worked on the letter to constituents &c.
