Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-11-03

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Mrs. Harriet BeecheT StotDe
with our weaknesses and sympathetic for our
HorroWs. He went on to say how He was ever
near us, enlightening our ignorance, guiding
our wanderiDgs comforting our sorrOws with a
love unwearied by faults. unchilled by ingrati-
Tude, till at last He should present US faultless
before the throne Of His glory with exceeding
Joy.
needed just such friend, I thought to myself.
Then the awful fact came over me that had
never had any conviction of my SINS and con-
seouently could not come to Him. longed to
cry out Il viii" :" when father made his passion
ate appeal Come. then and trust your soul to
this faithful friend" Like fash it came over
me that if needed conviction of sin, He was
able to give me this also. I would trust Him
for the whole. Ny whole soul was lllumined
with joy, and as left the church to walk home
it seemed to me as if Nature herself were
hushing her breath to hear the music Of
heaven
As soon as father came home and was seated
in his study went up to him and fell in his
arms. saying: Father, 1 have given myself to
Jesus, and BE has taken me-" 1 never shall
Forget the expression of his face as he looked
down in my earnest childish eyes; it was so
sweet so gentle, and like sunlight breaking out
upon landscape. rs it so?" he said, holding
me silently to his heart, as felt the hot tears
fan on my head. Then has new flower
blossomed in the kingdom this day."
At the age of 25 Mrs. Stowe married Prof
Calvin E. Stowe, whose former wife had
been one of her intimate friends
A BRIDES SENSATIONS.
Her last act before the welding was to
write the following note to the friend of her
girlhood, Miss Georgiana May:
JANUARY 6. 1886.
Well, my dear G., about half an hour more
and your old friend, companion, schoolmate
sister, etc, will cease 10 be Hatty Beecher and
change to nobody knows who. Ny dear YOU
are engaged, and pledged in year or two to
encounter a similar fate. and do you wish to
know how you shall feel? Well, my dear,
have been dreading and dreading the time, and
lying awake all last week wondering how
should live through this overwhelming crisis
and loI it has come, and feel nothing at all.
The wedding is to be altogether domestic;
ters, and my old colleague, Mary Dutton; and
IS there is sufficiency of the ministry in our
aid of minister Sister Katy is not here, SO
she will not witness my departure from her
care and guidance TO that of another. None of
my numerous friends and acquaintance who
have taken such deep interest in making the
connection for me even know the day, and it
will be all done and over before they know
ANYTHING about it
Well, il is really mercy to have this entire
stupidity come over one at such a time. 1
should be crazy to feel as did yesterday, or in
deed to feel anything at all. But inwardly
vowed that my last feelings and reflections on
This subject should be yours and as 1 have not
got any, it is Just as well 20 tell you that
Well, here comes Mr. S., so farewell and for
the last time subscribe your own H, E.B.
In 1876 Mrs. Stowe wrote in a letter to
one of her children, of the period of her life
during which she was writing "UncIe Toms
Cabin:'
I well remember the winter you were baby
and was writing Uncle Toms Cabin" NV
heart was bursting with the anguish excited by
the cruelty and injustice our nation was show
ing to the slave, and praying God to let me do a
little and TO cause my cry for them to be heard
I remember many night weeping over YOU as
you lay sleeping beside me, and thought of
the slave mothers whose babes were torn from
Them.
MEETING CHARLES DICKENS.
In 1852, while in the zenith of her fame.
while abroad Mrs. Stowe thus speaks of
Charles Dickens whom she met for the first
time at the Lord Mayors dinner in London:
Directly opposite me was Mr. Dickens, whom
now beheld for the first time, and was sur
prised to see looking so young. Mr.. Justice
Talfourd, known as the author of 'Ion " was
also there with his lady. She had a beautiful
antique cast of head. The Lord Mayor was sim
ply dressed in black, without any other adorn-
ment than a massive gold chain. We rose from
table between II and Il o'clock-that is, we
ladies-and went into the drawing room where
] was presented to Mrs. Dickens and several
other ladies. Mrs. Dickens is good specimen
of truly English woman: tall, large and well
developed with fine, healthy colcr and an air
of frankness. cheerfulness and reliability.
friend whispered to me that she was as observ-
ing and fond of humor as her husband
After while the gentlemen came back TO
the drawing room, and had few moments of
very pleasant, friendly conversation with Mr..
not know little of without desiring 20 know
more.
During the summer of 1874 while Mrs.
Stoves brother, the Rev. Henry Ward
Beecher, was the victim of most revolving,
malicious and groundless attack on his
purity, Mrs. Lewes George Elliott wrote
the following words of sympathy:
MY DEAR FRIEND-The other day had a
letter from Mrs. Fields, written to let me know
something of you under that heavy trouble. OF
which such information as have had has been
OntrUstworthy, leaving me in fentire incredu-
ity in regard to II except on this point that you
and yours must be suffering deeply. Naturally
I thought most of you in the matter tits public
aspects being indeterminate), and many times
before our friends letter came had said to
Mr.. Dewes: what must Mrs. Stowe be feel
ingfi remember Mrs. Fields once told me of
the wonderful courage and cheerfulness which
belonged to you, enabling you to bear up under
exceptional trials and imagined you helping
the Sufferers with tenderness and counsel bnt
vet, nevertheless, felt that there must De a
bruising weight on your heart. Dear honored
friend, you who are so ready to give warm fel-
lowship is il any comfort 10 you to be told that
those afar on are caring for you in Spirit, and
will be happier for all good issues that may
bring you restf
4 G6luOL EOlt NIlbc ulOI6 lR0Or-
Rnce, lest ! should be using unreasonable
words. But I trust in your not despising this
scrap Of paper which tells you, perhaps rather
for my relief than yours, that / am always in
grateful, sweet remembrance of your goodness
10 me and your energetic labors for all.
DEFENDING HER BROTHER.
The following are extracts from Mrs.
Etowe's reply:
1t was very sweet and kind of you to write
what you did last suppose it is SO long ago
you may have forgotten, but it was word Of
Tenderness and sympathy about my brothers
trial; II was womanly, tender and sweet, such
rs at heart you are. After all, my love for you
IS greater than my admiration, for think it
more and better to be really woman worth
loving than to have read Greek and German
and written books. And in this last book
read more feel with You in some little fine
points-that stare at you as making an amusing |
exhibition. For, my dear, feel myself az |
last as one who has been playing and picnicking |
on the shores OF life, and walked from dream |
late in the afternoon TO find that everybody al 1
post had gone over to the beyond. And the