been away visiting. Anna and I had an invitation to go to Utica to visit
Rev. and Mrs. Brandigee. He is rector of Grace Episcopal church there
and his wife used to belong to Father's church in Morristown, N. J. Her
name was Miss Condict. Rev. Mr. Stowe was going to Hamilton College at
Clinton, so he said he would take us to Utica. We had a lovely time. The
corner stone of the church was laid while we were there and Bishop De
Lancey came and stayed with us at Mr. Brandigee's. He is a very nice man
and likes children. One morning they had muffins for breakfast and Anna
asked if they were ragamuffins. Mr. Brandigee said, "Yes, they are made
of rags and brown paper," but we knew he was just joking. When we came
away Mrs. Brandigee gave me a prayer book and Anna a vase, but she
didn't like it and said she should tell Mrs. Brandigee she wanted a
prayer book too, so I had to change with her. When we came home Mr.
Brandigee put us in care of the conductor. There was a fine soldier
looking man in the car with us and we thought it was his wife with him.
He wore a blue coat and brass buttons, and some one said his name was
Custer and that he was a West Point cadet and belonged to the regular
army. I told Anna she had better behave or he would see her, but she
would go out and stand on the platform until the conductor told her not
to. I pulled her dress and looked very stern at her and motioned toward
Mr. Custer, but it did not seem to have any impression on her. I saw Mr.
Custer smile once because my words had no effect. I was glad when we got
to Canandaigua. I heard some one say that Dr. Jewett was at the depot to
take Mr. Custer and his wife to his house, but I only saw Grandfather
coming after us. He said, "Well, girls, you have been and you have got
back," but I could see that he was glad to have us at home again, even
if we are "troublesome comforts," as he sometimes says.
_July_ 4.--Barnum's circus was in town to-day and if Grandmother had not
seen the pictures on the hand bills I think she would have let us go.
She said it was all right to look at the creatures God had made but she
did not think He ever intended that women should go only half dressed
and stand up and ride on horses bare back, or jump through hoops in the
air. So we could not go. We saw the street parade though and heard the
band play and saw the men and women in a chariot, all dressed so fine,
and we saw a big elephant and a little one and a camel with an awful
hump on his back, and we could hear the lion roar in the cage, as they
went by. It must have been nice to see them close to and probably we
will some day.
[Illustration: Grandmother's Rocking Chair, "The Grandfather Clock"]
_August_ 8.--Grandfather has given me his whole set of Waverley novels
and his whole set of Shakespeare's plays, and has ordered Mr. Jahn, the
cabinetmaker, to make me a black walnut bookcase, with glass doors and
three deep drawers underneath, with brass handles. He is so good. Anna
says perhaps he thinks I am going to be married and go to housekeeping
some day. Well, perhaps he does. Stranger things have happened. "Barkis
is willin'," and I always like to please Grandfather. I have just read
David Copperfield and was so interested I could not leave it alone till
I finished it.
_September_ 1.--Anna and I have been in Litchfield, Conn., at Father's
school for boys. It is kept in the old Beecher house, where Dr. Lyman
Beecher lived. We went up into the attic, which is light and airy, where
they say he used to write his famous sermons. James is one of the
teachers and he came for us. We went to Farmington and saw all the
Cowles families, as they are our cousins. Then we drove by the Charter
Oak and saw all there is left of it. It was blown down last year but the
stump is fenced around. In Hartford we visited Gallaudet's Institution
for the deaf and dumb and went to the historical rooms, where we saw
some of George Washington's clothes and his watch and his penknife, but
we did not see his little hatchet. We stayed two weeks in New York and
vicinity before we came home. Uncle Edward took us to Christie's
Minstrels and the Hippodrome, so we saw all the things we missed seeing
when the circus was here in town. Grandmother seemed surprised when we
told her, but she didn't say much because she was so glad to have us at
home again. Anna said we ought to bring a present to Grandfather and
Grandmother, for she read one time about some children who went away and
came back grown up and brought home "busts of the old philosophers for
the sitting-room," so as we saw some busts of George Washington and
Benjamin Franklin in plaster of paris we bought them, for they look
almost like marble and Grandfather and Grandmother like them. Speaking
of busts reminds me of a conundrum I heard while I was gone. "How do we
know that Poe's Raven was a dissipated bird? Because he was all night on
a bust." Grandfather took us down to the bank to see how he had it made
over while we were gone. We asked him why he had a beehive hanging out
for a sign and he said, "Bees store their honey in the summer for winter
use and men ought to store their money against a rainy day." He has a
swing door to the bank with "Push" on it. He said he saw a man studying
it one day and finally looking up he spelled p-u-s-h, push (and
pronounced it like mush). "What does that mean?" Grandfather showed him
what it meant and he thought it was very convenient. He was about as
thick-headed as the man who saw some snuffers and asked what they were
for and when told to snuff the candle with, he immediately snuffed the
candle with his fingers and put it in the snuffers and said, "Law sakes,
how handy!" Grandmother really laughed when she read this in the paper.
_September_.--Mrs. Martin, of Albany, is visiting Aunt Ann, and she
brought Grandmother a fine fish that was caught in the Atlantic Ocean.
We went over and asked her to come to dinner to-morrow and help eat it
and she said if it did not rain pitchforks she would come, so I think we
may expect her. Her granddaughter, Hattie Blanchard, has come here to go
to the seminary and will live with Aunt Ann. She is a very pretty girl.
Mary Field came over this morning and we went down street together.
Grandfather went with us to Mr. Nat Gorham's store, as he is selling off
at cost, and got Grandmother and me each a new pair of kid gloves. Hers
are black and mine are green. Hers cost six shillings and mine cost five
shillings and six pence; very cheap for such nice ones. Grandmother let
Anna have six little girls here to supper to-night: Louisa Field, Hattie
Paddock, Helen Coy, Martha Densmore, Emma Wheeler and Alice Jewett. We
had a splendid supper and then we played cards. I do not mean regular
cards, mercy no! Grandfather thinks those kind are contagious or
outrageous or something dreadful and never keeps them in the house.
Grandmother said they found a pack once, when the hired man's room was
cleaned, and they went into the fire pretty quick. The kind we played
was just "Dr. Busby," and another "The Old Soldier and His Dog." There
are counters with them, and if you don't have the card called for you
have to pay one into the pool. It is real fun. They all said they had a
very nice time, indeed, when they bade Grandmother good-night, and said:
"Mrs. Beals, you must let Carrie and Anna come and see us some time,"
and she said she would. I think it is nice to have company.
_Christmas_.--Grandfather and Grandmother do not care much about making
Christmas presents. They say, when they were young no one observed
Christmas or New Years, but they always kept Thanksgiving day. Our
cousins, the Fields and Carrs, gave us several presents and Uncle Edward
sent us a basket full from New York by express. Aunt Ann gave me one of
the Lucy books and a Franconia story book and to Anna, "The Child's Book
on Repentance." When Anna saw the title, she whispered to me and said if
she had done anything she was sorry for she was willing to be forgiven.
I am afraid she will never read hers but I will lend her mine. Miss Lucy
Ellen Guernsey, of Rochester, gave me "Christmas Earnings" and wrote in
it, "Carrie C. Richards with the love of the author." I think that is
very nice. Anna and I were chattering like two magpies to-day, and a man
came in to talk to Grandfather on business. He told us in an undertone
that children should be seen and not heard. After he had gone I saw Anna
watching him a long time till he was only a speck in the distance and I
asked her what she was doing. She said she was doing it because it was a
sign if you watched persons out of sight you would never see them again.
She does not seem to have a very forgiving spirit, but you can't always
tell.
Mr. William Wood, the venerable philanthropist of whom Canandaigua has
been justly proud for many years, is dead. I have preserved this poem,
written by Mrs. George Willson in his honor:
Mr. Editor,--The following lines were written by a lady of this village,
and have been heretofore published, but on reading in your last paper
the interesting extract relating to the late William Wood, Esq., it was
suggested that they be again published, not only for their merit, but
also to keep alive the memory of one who has done so much to ornament
our village.
When first on this stage of existence we come
Blind, deaf, puny, helpless, but not, alas, dumb,
What can please us, and soothe us, and make us sleep good?
To be rocked in a cradle;--and cradles are wood.
When older we grow, and we enter the schools
Where masters break rulers o'er boys who break rules,
What can curb and restrain and make laws understood
But the birch-twig and ferule?--and both are of wood.
When old age--second childhood, takes vigor away,
And we totter along toward our home in the clay,
What can aid us to stand as in manhood we stood
But our tried, trusty staff?--and the staff is of wood.
And when from this stage of existence we go,
And death drops the curtain on all scenes below,
In our coffins we rest, while for worms we are food,
And our last sleeping place, like our first, is of wood.
Then honor to wood! fresh and strong may it grow,
'Though winter has silvered its summit with snow;
Embowered in its shade long our village has stood;
She'd scarce be Canandaigua if stripped of her Wood.
Stanza added after the death of Mr. Wood
The sad time is come; she is stript of her Wood,
'Though the trees that he planted still stand where they stood,
Still with storms they can wrestle with arms stout and brave;
Still they wave o'er our dwellings--they droop o'er his grave!
Alas! that the life of the cherished and good
Is more frail and more brief than the trees of the wood!
1858
_February_ 24, 1858.--The boarders at the Seminary had some tableaux
last evening and invited a great many from the village. As we went in
with the crowd, we heard some one say, "Are they going to have tableaux?
Well, I thought I smelt them!" They were splendid. Mr. Chubbuck was in
nearly all of them. The most beautiful one was Abraham offering up
Isaac. Mr. Chubbuck was Abraham and Sarah Ripley was Isaac. After the
tableaux they acted a charade. The word was "Masterpiece." It was fine.
After the audience got half way out of the chapel Mr. Richards announced
"The Belle of the Evening." The curtain rose and every one rushed back,
expecting to see a young lady dressed in the height of fashion, when
immediately the Seminary bell rang! Mr. Blessner's scholars gave all the
music and he stamped so, beating time, it almost drowned the music. Some
one suggested a bread and milk poultice for his foot. Anna has been
taking part in some private theatricals. The play is in contrast to "The
Spirit of '76" and the idea carried out is that the men should stay at
home and rock the cradles and the women should take the rostrum.
Grandmother was rather opposed to the idea, but every one wanted Anna to
take the part of leading lady, so she consented. She even helped Anna
make her bloomer suit and sewed on the braid for trimming on the skirt
herself. She did not know that Anna's opening sentence was, "How are
you, sir? Cigar, please!" It was acted at Mrs. John Bates' house on
Gibson Street and was a great success, but when they decided to repeat
it another evening Grandmother told Anna she must choose between going
on the stage and living with her Grandmother, so Anna gave it up and
some one else took her part.
_March_.--There is a great deal said about spirits nowadays and a lot of
us girls went into one of the recitation rooms after school to-night and
had a spiritual seance. We sat around Mr. Chubbuck's table and put our
hands on it and it moved around and stood on two legs and sometimes on
one. I thought the girls helped it but they said they didn't. We heard
some loud raps, too, but they sounded very earthly to me. Eliza Burns,
one of the boarders, told us if we would hold our breath we could pick
up one of the girls from the floor and raise her up over our heads with
one finger of each hand, if the girl held her breath, too. We tried it
with Anna and did it, but we had such hard work to keep from laughing I
expected we would drop her. There is nothing very spirituelle about any
of us. I told Grandmother and she said we reminded her of Jemima
Wilkinson, who told all her followers that the world was to come to an
end on a certain day and they should all be dressed in white and get up
on the roofs of the houses and be prepared to ascend and meet the Lord
in the air. I asked Grandmother what she said when nothing happened and
she said she told them it was because they did not have faith enough. If
they had, everything would have happened just as she said. Grandmother
says that one day at a time has always been enough for her and that
to-morrow will take care of the things of itself.
_May,_ 1858.--Several of us girls went up into the top of the new Court
House to-day as far as the workmen would allow us. We got a splendid
view of the lake and of all the country round. Abbie Clark climbed up on
a beam and recited part of Alexander Selkirk's soliloquy:
"I'm monarch of all I survey,
My rights there are none to dispute:
From the center, all round to the sea,
I'm lord of the fowl and brute."
I was standing on a block and she said I looked like "Patience on a
monument smiling at Grief." I am sure she could not be taken for
"Grief." She always has some quotation on her tongue's end. We were down
at Sucker Brook the other day and she picked her way out to a big stone
in the middle of the stream and, standing on it, said, in the words of
Rhoderick Dhu,
"Come one, come all, this rock shall fly
From its firm base, as soon as I."
Just then the big stone tipped over and she had to wade ashore. She is
not at all afraid of climbing and as we left the Court House she said
she would like to go outside on the cupola and help Justice balance the
scales.
A funny old man came to our house to-day as he wanted to deposit some
money and reached the bank after it was closed. We were just sitting
down to dinner so Grandfather asked him to stay and have "pot luck" with
us. He said that he was very much "obleeged" and stayed and passed his
plate a second time for more of our very fine "pot luck." We had boiled
beef and dumplings and I suppose he thought that was the name of the
dish. He talked so queer we couldn't help noticing it. He said he
"heered" so and he was "afeered" and somebody was very "deef" and they
"hadn't ought to have done it" and "they should have went" and such
things. Anna and I almost laughed but Grandmother looked at us with her
eye and forefinger so we sobered down. She told us afterwards that there
are many good people in the world whose verbs and nouns do not agree,
and instead of laughing at them we should be sure that we always speak
correctly ourselves. Very true. Dr. Daggett was at the Seminary one day
when we had public exercises and he told me afterwards that I said
"sagac-ious" for "saga-cious" and Aunt Ann told me that I said
"epi-tome" for "e-pit-o-me." So "people that live in glass houses
shouldn't throw stones."
_Sunday._--Grandfather read his favorite parable this morning at
prayers--the one about the wise man who built his house upon a rock and
the foolish man who built upon the sand. He reads it good, just like a
minister. He prays good, too, and I know his prayer by heart. He says,
"Verily Thou art our Father, though Abraham be ignorant of us and Israel
acknowledge us not," and he always says, "Thine arm is not shortened
that it cannot save, or Thine ear heavy that it cannot hear." I am glad
that I can remember it.
_June._--Cyrus W. Field called at our house to-day. He is making a trip
through the States and stopped here a few hours because Grandmother is
his aunt. He made her a present of a piece of the Atlantic cable about
six inches long, which he had mounted for her. It is a very nice
souvenir. He is a tall, fine looking man and very pleasant.
_Sunday, July_ 4, 1858.--This is Communion Sunday and quite a number
united with the church on profession of their faith. Mr. Gideon Granger
was one of them. Grandmother says that she has known him always and his
father and mother, and she thinks he is like John, the beloved disciple.
I think that any one who knows him, knows what is meant by a gentle-man.
I have a picture of Christ in the Temple with the doctors, and His face
is almost exactly like Mr. Granger's. Some others who joined to-day were
Miss Belle Paton, Miss Lottie Clark and Clara Willson, Mary Wheeler and
Sarah Andrews. Dr. Daggett always asks all the communicants to sit in
the body pews and the noncommunicants in the side pews. We always feel
like the goats on the left when we leave Grandfather and Grandmother and
go on the side, but we won't have to always. Abbie Clark, Mary Field and
I think we will join at the communion in September. Grandmother says she
hopes we realize what a solemn thing it is. We are fifteen years old so
I think we ought to. No one who hears Dr. Daggett say in his beautiful
voice, "I now renounce all ways of sin as what I truly abhor and choose
the service of God as my greatest privilege," could think it any
trifling matter. I feel as though I couldn't be bad if I wanted to be,
and when he blesses them and says, "May the God of the Everlasting
Covenant keep you firm and holy to the end through Jesus Christ our
Lord," everything seems complete. He always says at the close, "And when
they had sung an hymn they went out into the Mount of Olives." Then he
gives out the hymn, beginning:
"According to Thy gracious word,
In deep humility,
This will I do, my dying Lord
I will remember Thee."
And the last verse:
"And when these failing lips grow dumb,
And mind and memory flee,
When in Thy kingdom Thou shalt come,
Jesus remember me."
[Illustration: Hon. Francis Granger, Mr. Gideon Granger]
Deacon Taylor always starts the hymn. Deacon Taylor and Deacon Tyler sit
on one side of Dr. Daggett and Deacon Clarke and Deacon Castle on the
other. Grandfather and Grandmother joined the church fifty-one years ago
and are the oldest living members. She says they have always been glad
that they took this step when they were young.
_August_ 17.--There was a celebration in town to-day because the Queen's
message was received on the Atlantic cable. Guns were fired and church
bells rung and flags were waving everywhere. In the evening there was a
torchlight procession and the town was all lighted up except Gibson
Street. Allie Antes died this morning, so the people on that street kept
their houses as usual. Anna says that probably Allie Antes was better
prepared to die than any other little girl in town. Atwater hall and the
academy and the hotel were more brilliantly illuminated than any other
buildings. Grandfather saw something in a Boston paper that a minister
said in his sermon about the Atlantic cable and he wants me to write it
down in my journal. This is it: "The two hemispheres are now
successfully united by means of the electric wire, but what is it, after
all, compared with the instantaneous communication between the Throne of
Divine Grace and the heart of man? Offer up your silent petition. It is
transmitted through realms of unmeasured space more rapidly than the
lightning's flash, and the answer reaches the soul e're the prayer has
died away on the sinner's lips. Yet this telegraph, performing its
saving functions ever since Christ died for men on Calvary, fills not
the world with exultation and shouts of gladness, with illuminations and
bonfires and the booming of cannon. The reason is, one is the telegraph
of this world and may produce revolutions on earth; the other is the
sweet communication between Christ and the Christian soul and will
secure a glorious immortality in Heaven." Grandfather appreciates
anything like that and I like to please him.
Grandfather says he thinks the 19th Psalm is a prophecy of the electric
telegraph. "Their line is gone out through all the earth and their words
to the end of the world." It certainly sounds like it.
_Sunday_.--Rev. Henry Ward Beecher is staying at Judge Taylor's and came
with them to church to-day. Everybody knew that he was here and thought
he would preach and the church was packed full. When he came in he went
right to Judge Taylor's pew and sat with him and did not preach at all,
but it was something to look at him. Mr. Daggett was away on his
vacation and Rev. Mr. Jervis of the M. E. church preached. I heard some
people say they guessed even Mr. Beecher heard some new words to-day,
for Mr. Jervis is quite a hand to make them up or find very long hard
ones in the dictionary.
_August_ 30, 1858.--Rev. Mr. Tousley was hurt to-day by the falling of
his barn which was being moved, and they think his back is broken and if
he lives he can never sit up again. Only last Sunday he was in Sunday
School and had us sing in memory of Allie Antes:
"A mourning class, a vacant seat,
Tell us that one we loved to meet
Will join our youthful throng no more,
'Till all these changing scenes are o'er."
And now he will never meet with us again and the children will never
have another minister all their own. He thinks he may be able to write
letters to the children and perhaps write his own life. We all hope he
may be able to sit up if he cannot walk.
We went to our old home in Penn Yan visiting last week and stayed at
Judge Ellsworth's. We called to see the Tunnicliffs and the Olivers,
Wells, Jones, Shepards, Glovers, Bennetts, Judds and several other
families. They were glad to see us for the sake of our father and
mother. Father was their pastor from 1841 to 1847.
Some one told us that when Bob and Henry Antes were small boys they
thought they would like to try, just for once, to see how it would seem
to be bad, so in spite of all of Mr. Tousley's sermons they went out
behind the barn one day and in a whisper Bob said, "I swear," and Henry
said, "So do I." Then they came into the house looking guilty and quite
surprised, I suppose, that they were not struck dead just as Ananias and
Sapphira were for lying.
_September_.--I read in a New York paper to-day that Hon. George
Peabody, of England, presented Cyrus W. Field with a solid silver tea
service of twelve pieces, which cost $4,000. The pieces bear likenesses
of Mr. Peabody and Mr. Field, with the coat of arms of the Field family.
The epergne is supported by a base representing the genius of America.
We had experiments in the philosophy class to-day and took electric
shocks. Mr. Chubbuck managed the battery which has two handles attached.
Two of the girls each held one of these and we all took hold of hands
making the circuit complete. After a while it jerked us almost to pieces
and we asked Mr. Chubbuck to turn it off. Dana Luther, one of the
Academy boys, walked up from the post-office with me this noon. He lives
in Naples and is Florence Younglove's cousin. We went to a ball game
down on Pleasant Street after school. I got so far ahead of Anna coming
home she called me her "distant relative."
1859
_January_, 1859.--Mr. Woodruff came to see Grandfather to ask him if we
could attend his singing school. He is going to have it one evening each
week in the chapel of our church. Quite a lot of the boys and girls are
going, so we were glad when Grandfather gave his consent. Mr. Woodruff
wants us all to sing by note and teaches "do re me fa sol la si do" from
the blackboard and beats time with a stick. He lets us have a recess,
which is more fun than all the rest of it. He says if we practise well
we can have a concert in Bemis Hall to end up with. What a treat that
will be!