Part 10 (1/2)
_November_ 9.--No. 68 E. 19th Street, New York City. Grandfather and I came from Canandaigua yesterday. He is at Gramercy Park Hotel. We were met by a military escort of ”one” at Albany and consequently came through more safely, I suppose. James met us at 42d Street Grand Central Station. He lives at Uncle Edward's; attends to all of his legal business and is his confidential clerk. I like it very much here. They are very stylish and grand but I don't mind that. Aunt Emily is reserved and dignified but very kind. People do not pour their tea or coffee into their saucers any more to cool it, but drink it from the cup, and you must mind and not leave your teaspoon in your cup. I notice everything and am very particular. Mr. Morris K. Jesup lives right across the street and I see him every day, as he is a friend of Uncle Edward.
Grandfather has gone back home and left me in charge of friends ”a la militaire” and others.
_November_ 15.--”We” went out to Fort Hamilton to-day and are going to Blackwell's Island to-morrow and to many other places of interest down the Bay. Soldiers are everywhere and I feel quite important, walking around in company with blue coat and bra.s.s b.u.t.tons--very becoming style of dress for men and the military salute at every turn is what one reads about.
_Sunday_.--Went to Broadway Tabernacle to church to-day and heard Rev.
Joseph P. Thompson preach. Abbie Clark is visiting her sister, Mrs. Fred Thompson, and sat a few seats ahead of us in church. She turned around and saw us. We also saw Henrietta Francis Talcott, who was a ”Seminary girl.” She wants me to come to see her in her New York home.
_November_ 19.--We wish we were at Gettysburg to-day to hear President Lincoln's and Edward Everett's addresses at the dedication of the National Cemetery. We will read them in to-morrow's papers, but it will not be like hearing them.
_Author's Note,_ 1911.--Forty-eight years have elapsed since Lincoln's speech was delivered at the dedication of the Soldiers' Cemetery at Gettysburg. So eloquent and remarkable was his utterance that I believe I am correct in stating that every word spoken has now been translated into all known languages and is regarded as one of the World Cla.s.sics.
The same may be said of Lincoln's letter to the mother of five sons lost in battle. I make no apology for inserting in this place both the speech and the letter. Mr. Whitelaw Reid, the American Amba.s.sador to Great Britain, in an address on Lincoln delivered at the University of Birmingham in December, 1910, remarked in reference to this letter, ”What cla.s.sic author in our common English tongue has surpa.s.sed that?”
and next may I ask, ”What English or American orator has on a similar occasion surpa.s.sed this address on the battlefield of Gettysburg?”
”Four score and seven years ago, our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation conceived in liberty and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting place for those who gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But in a larger sense we cannot dedicate--we cannot consecrate--we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here have consecrated it far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember, what we say here--but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us, the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so n.o.bly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us--that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion--that we here highly resolve, that these dead shall not have died in vain--that this nation under G.o.d shall have a new birth of freedom--and that government of the people, by the people and for the people, shall not perish from the earth.”
It was during the dark days of the war that he wrote this simple letter of sympathy to a bereaved mother:--
”I have been shown, in the files of the War Department, a statement that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle. I feel how weak and fruitless must be any words of mine which should attempt to beguile you from your grief for a loss so overwhelming, but I cannot refrain from tendering to you the consolation which may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save. I pray that our Heavenly Father may a.s.suage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours, to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of Freedom.”
_November_ 21.--Abbie Clark and her cousin Cora came to call and invited me and her soldier cousin to come to dinner to-night, at Mrs.
Thompson's. He will be here this afternoon and I will give him the invitation. James is asked for the evening.
_November_ 22.--We had a delightful visit. Mr. Thompson took us up into his den and showed us curios from all over the world and as many pictures as we would find in an art gallery.
_Friday_.--Last evening Uncle Edward took a party of us, including Abbie Clark, to Wallack's Theater to see ”Rosedale,” which is having a great run. I enjoyed it and told James it was the best play I ever ”heard.” He said I must not say that I ”heard” a play. I ”saw” it. I stand corrected.
I told James that I heard of a young girl who went abroad and on her return some one asked her if she saw King Lear and she said, no, he was sick all the time she was there! I just loved the play last night and laughed and cried in turn, it seemed so real. I don't know what Grandmother will say, but I wrote her about it and said, ”When you are with the Romans, you must do as the Romans do.” I presume she will say ”that is not the way you were brought up.”
_December_ 7.--The 4th New York Heavy Artillery has orders to move to Fort Ethan Allen, near Was.h.i.+ngton, and I have orders to return to Canandaigua. I have enjoyed the five weeks very much and as ”the soldier” was on parole most of the time I have seen much of interest in the city. Uncle Edward says that he has lived here forty years but has never visited some of the places that we have seen, so he told me when I mentioned climbing to the top of Trinity steeple.
Canandaigua, _December_ 8.--Home again. I had military attendance as far as Paterson, N. J., and came the rest of the way with strangers. Not caring to talk I liked it just as well. When I said good bye I could not help wondering whether it was for years, or forever. This cruel war is terrible and precious lives are being sacrificed and hearts broken every day. What is to be the result? We can only trust and wait.
_Christmas Eve,_ 1863.--Sarah Gibson Howell was married to Major Foster this evening. She invited all the society and many others. It was a beautiful wedding and we all enjoyed it. Some time ago I asked her to write in my alb.u.m and she sewed a lock of her black curling hair on the page and in the center of it wrote, ”Forget not Gippie.”
_December_ 31.--Our brother John was married in Boston to-day to Laura Arnold, a lovely girl.
1864
_April_ 1.--Grandfather had decided to go to New York to attend the fair given by the Sanitary Commission, and he is taking two immense books, which are more than one hundred years old, to present to the Commission, for the benefit of the war fund.
_April_ 18.--Grandfather returned home to-day, unexpectedly to us. I knew he was sick when I met him at the door. He had traveled all night alone from New York, although he said that a stranger, a fellow pa.s.senger, from Ann Arbor, Mich., on the train noticed that he was suffering and was very kind to him. He said he fell in his room at Gramercy Park Hotel in the night, and his knee was very painful. We sent for old Dr. Cheney and he said the hurt was a serious one and needed most careful attention. I was invited to a spelling school at Abbie Clark's in the evening and Grandmother said that she and Anna would take care of Grandfather till I got back, and then I could sit up by him the rest of the night. We spelled down and had quite a merry time. Major C.
S. Aldrich had escaped from prison and was there. He came home with me, as my soldier is down in Virginia.
_April_ 19.--Grandfather is much worse. He was delirious all night. We have sent for Dr. Rosewarne in counsel and Mrs. Lightfoote has come to stay with us all the time and we have sent for Aunt Glorianna.
_April_ 20.--Grandfather dictated a letter to-night to a friend of his in New York. After I had finished he asked me if I had mended his gloves. I said no, but I would have them ready when he wanted them. Dear Grandfather! he looks so sick I fear he will never wear his gloves again.
_May_ 16.--I have not written in my diary for a month and it has been the saddest month of my life. Dear, dear Grandfather is dead. He was buried May 2, just two weeks from the day that he returned from New York. We did everything for him that could be done, but at the end of the first week the doctors saw that he was beyond all human aid. Uncle Thomas told the doctors that they must tell him. He was much surprised but received the verdict calmly. He said ”he had no notes out and perhaps it was the best time to go.” He had taught us how to live and he seemed determined to show us how a Christian should die. He said he wanted ”Grandmother and the children to come to him and have all the rest remain outside.” When we came into the room he said to Grandmother, ”Do you know what the doctors say?” She bowed her head, and then he motioned for her to come on one side and Anna and me on the other and kneel by his bedside. He placed a hand upon us and upon her and said to her, ”All the rest seem very much excited, but you and I must be composed.” Then he asked us to say the 23d Psalm, ”The Lord is my Shepherd,” and then all of us said the Lord's Prayer together after Grandmother had offered a little prayer for grace and strength in this trying hour. Then he said, ”Grandmother, you must take care of the girls, and, girls, you must take care of Grandmother.” We felt as though our hearts would break and were sure we never could be happy again.
During the next few days he often spoke of dying and of what we must do when he was gone. Once when I was sitting by him he looked up and smiled and said, ”You will lose all your roses watching over me.” A good many business men came in to see him to receive his parting blessing. The two McKechnie brothers, Alexander and James, came in together on their way home from church the Sunday before he died. Dr. Daggett came very often.
Mr. Alexander Howell and Mrs. Worthington came, too.