From collection Frances Willard Journal Transcripts
loved best.-How we sail on and away!
But perhaps nearer at each heart throb-so we hope, sowe believe, so I prayed, when I pressedmylast kiss on Mother's forehead as all that was mortal of her lay in the casket in the South window at Rest Cottage, and said "Goodbye, Mother, until we meet in Heaven."
-We must hold to God, to Immortality, to Duty, to Rewards and Punishment-the necessary outcome of our conduct-and to Christ our Elder Brother, Exemplar and Redeemer.
But perhaps nearer at each heart throb-so we hope, sowe believe, so I prayed, when I pressedmylast kiss on Mother's forehead as all that was mortal of her lay in the casket in the South window at Rest Cottage, and said "Goodbye, Mother, until we meet in Heaven."
-We must hold to God, to Immortality, to Duty, to Rewards and Punishment-the necessary outcome of our conduct-and to Christ our Elder Brother, Exemplar and Redeemer.
-I thinktoday how the old landmarks are being left behind as I put out to sea and if I live, they will be more and more. But ifIcan by God's grace still be
"True to the kindred points of Heaven & Home" (the Home where all but I, "Last of the Household" are now gathered, they shall be with me more & more and sailing on over life's relentless billow shall not mean separation from them.
[p. 15 (unnumbered)]Paris
Lady Henry said as we drove down the great street with the Madelaine ch at one end & Corps Legislatif at the other: "La Madeline [FEW'S sp.] might well be the central ch. of Paris-this city is dedicated to her-unrepentant-it has been ruined by its women." She knows more of the real city than any one I have ever seen-has met its great ones-entertained Eugenie at Eastnor-her father was a friend of Napoleon III-the Orleans & Bourbon Princes have been guests at his town house; her gt great grandmother was maid of honor to Marie Antoinette. She tells me things of Paris that I could not write here-but human iniquity could not further go in vice-yet there are so many good & true & the McAll & salvation army mission are neutralizers of riot & dynamite. I wish our WCTU headquarters in St Honore had more heart soul behind them. Dear Sister Gibber does what she can. There is sweet Sophia Perrot & Eglantine my teacher of so long ago:-we went to the Hippodrome at night & saw a wonderful trained deer[?] perform-trained horses & the etherial rider in white-the unearthly Mlle Helene-more like the hoped for world in her white robes onher black horse with colored electric lights upon her than anything I ever thought this earth would show to me. I had tears as I gazed-
Lady Henry said as we drove down the great street with the Madelaine ch at one end & Corps Legislatif at the other: "La Madeline [FEW'S sp.] might well be the central ch. of Paris-this city is dedicated to her-unrepentant-it has been ruined by its women." She knows more of the real city than any one I have ever seen-has met its great ones-entertained Eugenie at Eastnor-her father was a friend of Napoleon III-the Orleans & Bourbon Princes have been guests at his town house; her gt great grandmother was maid of honor to Marie Antoinette. She tells me things of Paris that I could not write here-but human iniquity could not further go in vice-yet there are so many good & true & the McAll & salvation army mission are neutralizers of riot & dynamite. I wish our WCTU headquarters in St Honore had more heart soul behind them. Dear Sister Gibber does what she can. There is sweet Sophia Perrot & Eglantine my teacher of so long ago:-we went to the Hippodrome at night & saw a wonderful trained deer[?] perform-trained horses & the etherial rider in white-the unearthly Mlle Helene-more like the hoped for world in her white robes onher black horse with colored electric lights upon her than anything I ever thought this earth would show to me. I had tears as I gazed-
January 1, 1893
It is now over 20 years since I left off doing what my Mother early taught me to do-viz. keeping a journal. But somehow, on this Sunday morning in the writing room of my beloved "Cossie's" suburban home, I am minded to take up scribbling anew. Perhaps it is because I am so utterly taken out of all the dear Past-because this is the first New Year on which no Mother called out her cheery greeting or wrote it to her absent child. Anna and I have entered on the first year in which our blessed home nests were shattered. It must make us more resolute to be so shaped and moulded that the better Home which is an Heavenly shall be
It is now over 20 years since I left off doing what my Mother early taught me to do-viz. keeping a journal. But somehow, on this Sunday morning in the writing room of my beloved "Cossie's" suburban home, I am minded to take up scribbling anew. Perhaps it is because I am so utterly taken out of all the dear Past-because this is the first New Year on which no Mother called out her cheery greeting or wrote it to her absent child. Anna and I have entered on the first year in which our blessed home nests were shattered. It must make us more resolute to be so shaped and moulded that the better Home which is an Heavenly shall be
