Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1872-01-09
NUMBER 81.

Iecture season. she assures me she has
not slept on q bed, except such poor sub
gtitutes OF one rs lounges on ears aud
steamboats, afford Even during the sum-
mer her engagements arc SO numerous
that the evening passed with her was
the solitary one she could command Tor
the ensuing month.
She was to speak IN 4 few days in Gilt
ton, n. Y. aud to lecture before tho
graduating class OF the divinity school in
Canton, this beirg tho first Time in the
history of American institutions that such
an honor has been awarded to woman.
Add TO this her constant reading, her
duties rs chief editress OF the WDman's
Journal. the letters that must be answer.
cd, the ocean Of manuscripts that must
be waded through. One cannot help
sympathizing with the sentiment OF the
dislich which she quoted to me rs a sam
pie OF the rhyme which poured down
upon the Woman's Journal.
"Art thou not tired, my dear VI a. l.,
Working forever, 40 bard AMI 10 well 4"
There were actually tour pages in this
key" she said. No woaian could bear
all this physical and mental strain with
out the foundation of an admirable phys
ique. With lew exceptions she has al
ways enjoyed splendid health. Tie SIAM
ina of her Puritan grandmothers seems
TO have been bequeathed. unweaKened, 10
Mary 4. Liyermore. Then there are the
constant claims on hel timu and charity.
As TN instance in point, one year she
found homes for thity-three children,
worse than orphans.
Il never in my lile," he said, turned
any body away who came TO me for beIp.
never witully wronged Il human be-
ing" How few OF us in our inmoat souls
could say these words
Amid our talk there shine two sem
tences of my hostess which have come
back ID me so often. and which seem two
such clear crystals of truth that cannot
choose but write them here. Onc was,
"A Divine disrontcnt must pursue all
human lives and the other was, Life
i. lonely to every soul"
But the pleasante>t hour have an end,
and We were on the focd tide OF our talk,
aud Mrs Livermore wore the look Of an
inspired slbil. and the hours were wear.
ing towards midnight, when the Hing
ham pastor. with his PHEASANT lace and
his air of the English squire, broke in
upon Us, saying, quietly, that rn morrow
would demand too heavy - t"i! Tor the
| uighl's lost sleep. and he muNl send us
! ln bed. cnir-atcd hlm 10 iuInlsh us
with cordi.ls that would hold Us awake
and aIrlt Ion the precious hours "i that
one night. bul II was evident that his
pharmacy Welded 10 40 such in'piriug
,lraught; and his vile mus, tel the
honest truth here seemed disposed 10
obey MN, with a. much merkneSS ana
alacrily ao though she regarded that oh.
noxious verb q binding part of the mar
riage coy cnint-a~ though -hc had never
stood upon q platform. or preached nom
i pulpit, or gone down brveiy to the
hospitals and bound the quiyeIins limbs
Of poor, wounded soldiers, or held =
cooling draught to their ievered lips
nay, even a though The woman whom
Boston long ago gave to Chicago. and
whom Chicago, after the grand work Of
the Sanitary Fair was accompIishcd.gave
back, in the prime OF her womanhood,
and ripeness OF her intellect, TO Boston,
had never waved the banner and waged
the war. cry of The Woman'S journal.