I learned at last submission to my lot; But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more; That once we called the pastoral house our own. Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou mightst know me safe and warmly laid; The biscuit, or confectionery plum; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestowed By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glowed,— All this, and, more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love that knew no fall,— Not scorned in heaven, though little noticed here. Could Time, his flight reversed, restore the hours When playing with thy vesture's tissued flowers,— I pricked them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast happier than myself the whileWouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile,) Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? But no what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, Thou as a gallant bark, from Albion's coast, Around her, fanning light her streamers gay,- Yet O, the thought that thou art safe, and he! And now, farewell!- Time, unrevoked, has run And, while the wings of fancy still are free, 66 THE MOTHER OF FRANCES WILLARD BY ANNA ADAMS GORDON There are not many men, and as yet but few women, of whom when you think or speak it occurs to you that they are great," said Miss Willard. "What is the line that could mark such a sphere? To my mind it must include this trinity-greatness of thought, of heart, of will. There have been men and women concerning whose greatness of intellect none disputed, but they were poverty-stricken in the region of the affections, or they were Lilliputians in the realm of the will. There have been mighty hearts, beating strong and full as a ship's engine, but they were mated to a straightened forehead.' There have been Napoleonic wills, but unbalanced by strong power of thought and sentiment- they were like a cyclone or a wandering star. It takes force centrifugal and force centripetal to balance a character to the ellipse of a true orbit. "My mother, my Saint Courageous, was great in the sense of this majestic symmetry. The classic writer who said, 'I am human, and whatever touches humanity touches me,' could not have been more worthy to utter the words than was this Methodist cosmopolite who spoke them to me within a few days of her ascent to heaven. She had no pettiness. It was the habit of her mind to study subjects from the point of harmony. She did not say, 'Wherein does this Baptist or this Presbyterian differ from the creed in which I have been reared?' But it was as natural to her as it is to the rose to give forth fragrance to say to herself and others: Wherein does this Presbyterian or Baptist harmonize with the views that are dear to me?' Then she dwelt upon that harmony and through it brought those about her into oneness of sympathy with herself. She was occupied with great themes. I never heard a word of gossip from her lips. She had no time for it. Her life illustrated the poet's line: There is no finer flower on this green earth than courage. "My mother had courage of intellect and heart, and physical courage as well, beyond any other woman I have known. We are saved by hope,' was the motto of her life. This is our part and all the part we have,' she used to say. The existence and love of God are the pulse of our being, whether we live or die.' "Some characters have a great and varied landscape, and a light like that of Raphael's pictures; others show forth some strong, single feature in a light like that of Rembrandt; some have headlands and capes, bays and skies, meadows and prairies and seas. The more scenery there is in a character, the greater it is the more it ranges from the amusing to the sublime. My mother's nature had in it perspective, atmosphere, landscape of earth and sky. "She was not given to introspection, which is so often the worm in the bud of genius. They are not great who counsel with their fears.' Applied Christianity was the track along which the energy of her nature was driven by the Divine Spirit. "The fortunes of the great white-ribbon cause gave her a pedestal to stand upon. She had been, in her beautiful home, a mother so beloved that she drew all her household toward her as the sun does the planets round about him, but she became a mother to our whole army. She came to the kingdom for a sorrowful time, when the homes were shadowed over all the land and her motherly nature found a circle as wide as the shadow cast upon the republic by the nation's dark eclipse. Perhaps, until then, she had not been a radical so pronounced as she became in these later battle years, but what she saw and learned and suffered, out in the cross-currents of society and the |