to hold my work instead of pinning it to my knee. Grandmother tells us
when we sew or read not to get everything around us that we will want
for the next two hours because it is not healthy to sit in one position
so long. She wants us to get up and "stir around." Anna does not need
this advice as much as I do for she is always on what Miss Achert calls
the "qui vive." I am trying to make a sofa pillow out of little pieces
of silk. Aunt Ann taught me how. You have to cut pieces of paper into
octagonal shape and cover them with silk and then sew them together,
over and over. They are beautiful, with bright colors, when they are
done. There was a hop at the hotel last night and some of the girls went
and had an elegant time. Mr. Hiram Metcalf came here this morning to
have Grandmother sign some papers. He always looks very dignified, and
Anna and I call him "the deed man." We tried to hear what he said to
Grandmother after she signed her name but we only heard something about
"fear or compulsion" and Grandmother said "yes." It seems very
mysterious. Grandfather took us down street to-day to see the new Star
Building. It was the town house and he bought it and got Mr. Warren
Stoddard of Hopewell to superintend cutting it in two and moving the
parts separately to Coach Street. When it was completed the shout went
up from the crowd, "Hurrah for Thomas Beals, the preserver of the old
Court House." No one but Grandfather thought it could be done.
_December._--I went with the girls to the lake to skate this afternoon.
Mr. Johnson, the colored barber, is the best skater in town. He can
skate forwards and backwards and cut all sorts of curlicues, although he
is such a heavy man. He is going to Liberia and there his skates won't
do him any good. I wish he would give them to me and also his skill to
use them. Some one asked me to sit down after I got home and I said I
preferred to stand, as I had been sitting down all the afternoon! Gus
Coleman took a load of us sleigh-riding this evening. Of course he had
Clara Willson sit on the front seat with him and help him drive.
_Thursday._--We had a special meeting of our society this evening at
Mary Wheeler's and invited the gentlemen and had charades and general
good time. Mr. Gillette and Horace Finley made a great deal of fun for
us. We initiated Mr. Gillette into the Dorcas Society, which consists in
seating the candidate in a chair and propounding some very solemn
questions and then in token of desire to join the society, you ask him
to open his mouth very wide for a piece of cake which you swallow,
yourself, instead! Very disappointing to the new member!
We went to a concert at the Seminary this evening. Miss Mollie Bull sang
"Coming Through the Rye" and Miss Lizzie Bull sang "Annie Laurie" and
"Auld Lang Syne." Jennie Lind, herself, could not have done better.
_December_ 15.--Alice Jewett, Emma Wheeler and Anna are in Mrs.
Worthington's Sunday School class and as they have recently united with
the church, she thought they should begin practical Christian work by
distributing tracts among the neglected classes. So this afternoon they
ran away from school to begin the good work. It was so bright and
pleasant, they thought a walk to the lake would be enjoyable and they
could find a welcome in some humble home. The girls wanted Anna to be
the leader, but she would only promise that if something pious came into
her mind, she would say it. They knocked at a door and were met by a
smiling mother of twelve children and asked to come in. They sat down
feeling somewhat embarrassed, but spying a photograph album on the
table, they became much interested, while the children explained the
pictures. Finally Anna felt that it was time to do something, so when no
one was looking, she slipped under one of the books on the table, three
tracts entitled "Consolation for the Bereaved," "Systematic Benevolence"
and "The Social Evils of dancing, card playing and theater-going." Then
they said goodbye to their new friends and started on. They decided not
to do any more pastoral work until another day, but enjoyed the outing
very much.
_Christmas._--We all went to Aunt Mary Carr's to dinner excepting
Grandmother, and in the evening we went to see some tableaux at Dr.
Cook's and Dr. Chapin's at the asylum. We were very much pleased with
the entertainment. Between the acts Mr. del Pratt, one of the patients,
said every time, "What next!" which made every one laugh.
Grandfather was requested to add his picture to the gallery of portraits
of eminent men for the Court Room, so he has had it painted. An artist
by the name of Green, who lives in town, has finished it after numerous
sittings and brought it up for our approval. We like it but we do not
think it is as good looking as he is. No one could really satisfy us
probably, so we may as well try to be suited.
I asked Grandmother if Mr. Clarke could take Sunday night supper with us
and she said she was afraid he did not know the catechism. I asked him
Friday night and he said he would learn it on Saturday so that he could
answer every third question any way. So he did and got along very well.
I think he deserved a pretty good supper.
1861
_March_ 4, 1861.--President Lincoln was inaugurated to-day.
_March_ 5.--I read the inaugural address aloud to Grandfather this
evening. He dwelt with such pathos upon the duty that all, both North
and South, owe to the Union, it does not seem as though there could be
war!
_April._--We seem to have come to a sad, sad time. The Bible says, "A
man's worst foes are those of his own household." The whole United
States has been like one great household for many years. "United we
stand, divided we fall!" has been our watchword, but some who should
have been its best friends have proven false and broken the bond. Men
are taking sides, some for the North, some for the South. Hot words and
fierce looks have followed, and there has been a storm in the air for a
long time.
_April_ 15.--The storm has broken upon us. The Confederates fired on
Fort Sumter, just off the coast of South Carolina, and forced her on
April 14 to haul down the flag and surrender. President Lincoln has
issued a call for 75,000 men and many are volunteering to go all around
us. How strange and awful it seems.
_May,_ 1861.--Many of the young men are going from Canandaigua and all
the neighboring towns. It seems very patriotic and grand when they are
singing, "It is sweet, Oh, 'tis sweet, for one's country to die," and we
hear the martial music and see the flags flying and see the recruiting
tents on the square and meet men in uniform at every turn and see train
loads of the boys in blue going to the front, but it will not seem so
grand if we hear they are dead on the battlefield, far from home. A lot
of us girls went down to the train and took flowers to the soldiers as
they were passing through and they cut buttons from their coats and gave
to us as souvenirs. We have flags on our paper and envelopes, and have
all our stationery bordered with red, white and blue. We wear little
flag pins for badges and tie our hair with red, white and blue ribbon
and have pins and earrings made of the buttons the soldiers gave us. We
are going to sew for them in our society and get the garments all cut
from the older ladies' society. They work every day in one of the rooms
of the court house and cut out garments and make them and scrape lint
and roll up bandages. They say they will provide us with all the
garments we will make. We are going to write notes and enclose them in
the garments to cheer up the soldier boys. It does not seem now as
though I could give up any one who belonged to me. The girls in our
society say that if any of the members do send a soldier to the war they
shall have a flag bed quilt, made by the society, and have the girls'
names on the stars.
_May_ 20.--I recited "Scott and the Veteran" to-day at school, and Mary
Field recited, "To Drum Beat and Heart Beat a Soldier Marches By"; Anna
recited "The Virginia Mother." Every one learns war poems nowadays.
There was a patriotic rally in Bemis Hall last night and a quartette
sang, "The Sword of Bunker Hill" and "Dixie" and "John Brown's Body Lies
a Mouldering in the Grave," and many other patriotic songs. We have one
West Point cadet, Albert M. Murray, who is in the thick of the fight,
and Charles S. Coy represents Canandaigua in the navy.
[Illustration: The Ontario Female Seminary]
_June,_ 1861.--At the anniversary exercises, Rev. Samuel M. Hopkins of
Auburn gave the address. I have graduated from Ontario Female Seminary
after a five years course and had the honor of receiving a diploma from
the courtly hands of General John A. Granger. I am going to have it
framed and handed down to my grandchildren as a memento, not exactly of
sleepless nights and midnight vigils, but of rising betimes, at what
Anna calls the crack of dawn. She likes that expression better than
daybreak. I heard her reciting in the back chamber one morning about 4
o'clock and listened at the door. She was saying in the most nonchalant
manner: "Science and literature in England were fast losing all traces
of originality, invention was discouraged, research unvalued and the
examination of nature proscribed. It seemed to be generally supposed
that the treasure accumulated in the preceding ages was quite sufficient
for all national purposes and that the only duty which authors had to
perform was to reproduce what had thus been accumulated, adorned with
all the graces of polished style. Tameness and monotony naturally result
from a slavish adherence to all arbitrary rules and every branch of
literature felt this blighting influence. History, perhaps, was in some
degree an exception, for Hume, Robertson and more especially Gibbon,
exhibited a spirit of original investigation which found no parallel
among their contemporaries." I looked in and asked her where her book
was, and she said she left it down stairs. She has "got it" all right, I
am sure. We helped decorate the seminary chapel for two days. Our motto
was, "Still achieving, still pursuing." Miss Guernsey made most of the
letters and Mr. Chubbuck put them up and he hung all the paintings. It
was a very warm week. General Granger had to use his palm leaf fan all
the time, as well as the rest of us. There were six in our class, Mary
Field, Lucy Petherick, Kate Lilly, Sarah Clay, Abby Scott and myself.
Abbie Clark would have been in the class, but she went to Pittsfield,
Mass., instead. General Granger said to each one of us, "It gives me
great pleasure to present you with this diploma," and when he gave Miss
Scott hers, as she is from Alabama, he said he wished it might be as a
flag of truce between the North and the South, and this sentiment was
loudly cheered. General Granger looked so handsome with his black dress
suit and ruffled shirt front and all the natural grace which belongs to
him. The sheepskin has a picture of the Seminary on it and this
inscription: "The Trustees and Faculty of the Ontario Female Seminary
hereby certify that __________ has completed the course of study
prescribed in this Institution, maintained the requisite scholarship and
commendable deportment and is therefore admitted to the graduating
honors of this Institution. President of Board, John A. Granger;
Benjamin F. Richards, Edward G. Tyler, Principals." Mr. Morse wrote
something for the paper:
"To the Editor of the Repository:
"Dear Sir--June roses, etc., make our loveliest of villages a paradise
this week. The constellations are all glorious and the stars of earth
far outshine those of the heavens. The lake shore, 'Lovers' Lane,' 'Glen
Kitty' and the 'Points' are full of romance and romancers. The yellow
moon and the blue waters and the dark green shores and the petrified
Indians, whispering stony words at the foot of Genundewah, and Squaw
Island sitting on the waves, like an enchanted grove, and 'Whalesback'
all humped up in the East and 'Devil's Lookout' rising over all, made
the 'Sleeping Beauty' a silver sea of witchery and love; and in the
cottages and palaces we ate the ambrosia and drank the nectar of the
sweet goddesses of this new and golden age.
"I may as well say to you, Mr. Editor, that the Ontario Female Seminary
closed yesterday and 'Yours truly' was present at the commencement.
Being a bachelor I shall plead guilty and appeal to the mercy of the
Court, if indicted for undue prejudice in favor of the charming young
orators. After the report of the Examining Committee, in which the
scholarship of the young ladies was not too highly praised, came the
Latin Salutatory by Miss Clay, a most beautiful and elegant production
(that sentence, sir, applies to both salutatory and salutatorian). The
'Shadows We Cast,' by Miss Field, carried us far into the beautiful
fields of nature and art and we saw the dark, or the brilliant shades,
which our lives will cast, upon society and history. Then 'Tongues in
Trees' began to whisper most bewitchingly, and 'Books in the Running
Brooks' were opened, and 'Sermons in Stones' were preached by Miss
Richards, and this old bachelor thought if all trees would talk so well,
and every brook would babble so musically, and each precious stone would
exhort so brilliantly, as they were made to do by the 'enchantress,'
angels and dreams would henceforth be of little consequence; and whether
the orator should be called 'Tree of Beauty,' 'Minnehaha' or the
'Kohinoor' is a 'vexata questio.'
"In the evening Mr. Hardick, 'our own,' whose hand never touches the
piano without making delicious music, and Misses Daggett and Wilson,
also 'our own,' and the musical pupils of the Institution, gave a
concert. 'The Young Volunteer' was imperatively demanded, and this for
the third time during the anniversary exercises, and was sung amid
thunders of applause, 'Star of the South,' Miss Stella Scott, shining
meanwhile in all her radiant beauty. May her glorious light soon rest on
a Union that shall never more be broken.--Soberly yours,
A Very Old Bachelor."
_June,_ 1861.--There was a patriotic rally this afternoon on the campus
of Canandaigua Academy and we Seminary girls went. They raised a flag on
the Academy building. General Granger presided, Dr. Coleman led the
choir and they sang "The Star Spangled Banner." Mr. Noah T. Clarke made
a stirring speech and Mr. Gideon Granger, James C. Smith and E. M. Morse
followed. Canandaigua has already raised over $7,000 for the war. Capt.
Barry drills the Academy boys in military tactics on the campus every
day. Men are constantly enlisting. Lester P. Thompson, son of "Father
Thompson," among the others.
A young man asked Anna to take a drive to-day, but Grandmother was not
willing at first to let her go. She finally gave her consent, after
Anna's plea that he was so young and his horse was so gentle. Just as
they were ready to start, I heard Anna run upstairs and I heard him say,
"What an Anna!" I asked her afterwards what she went for and she said
she remembered that she had left the soap in the water.
_June._--Dr. Daggett's war sermon from the 146th Psalm was wonderful.
_December_ 1.--Dr. Carr is dead. He had a stroke of paralysis two weeks
ago and for several days he has been unconscious. The choir of our
church, of which he was leader for so long, and some of the young people
came and stood around his bed and sang, "Jesus, Lover of My Soul." They
did not know whether he was conscious or not, but they thought so
because the tears ran down his cheeks from his closed eyelids, though he
could not speak or move. The funeral was from the church and Dr.
Daggett's text was, "The Beloved Physician."
1862
_January_ 26.--We went to the Baptist Church this evening to hear Rev.
A. H. Lung preach his last sermon before going into the army.
_February_ 17.--Glorious news from the war to-day. Fort Donelson is
taken with 1,500 rebels. The right and the North will surely triumph!
_February_ 21.--Our society met at Fanny Palmer's this afternoon. I went
but did not stay to tea as we were going to Madame Anna Bishop's concert
in the evening. The concert was very, very good. Her voice has great
scope and she was dressed in the latest stage costume, but it took so
much material for her skirt that there was hardly any left for the
waist.
[Illustration: "Old Friend Burling", Madame Anna Bishop]
_Washington's Birthday._--Patriotic services were held in the
Congregational Church this morning. Madame Anna Bishop sang, and
National songs were sung. Hon. James C. Smith read Washington's Farewell
Address. In the afternoon a party of twenty-two, young and old, took a
ride in the Seminary boat and went to Mr. Paton's on the lake shore
road. We carried flags and made it a patriotic occasion. I sat next to
Spencer F. Lincoln, a young man from Naples who is studying law in Mr.
Henry Chesebro's office. I never met him before but he told me he had
made up his mind to go to the war. It is wonderful that young men who
have brilliant prospects before them at home, will offer themselves upon
the altar of their country. I have some new patriotic stationery. There
is a picture of the flag on the envelope and underneath, "If any one
attempts to haul down the American flag shoot him on the spot.--
John A. Dix."
_Sunday, February_ 23.--Everybody came out to church this morning,
expecting to hear Madame Anna Bishop sing. She was not there, and an
"agent" made a "statement." The audience did not appear particularly
edified.
_March_ 4.--John B. Gough lectured in Bemis Hall last night and was
entertained by Governor Clark. I told Grandfather that I had an
invitation to the lecture and he asked me who from. I told him from Mr.
Noah T. Clarke's brother. He did not make the least objection and I was
awfully glad, because he has asked me to the whole course. Wendell
Phillips and Horace Greeley, E. H. Chapin and John G. Saxe and Bayard
Taylor are expected. John B. Gough's lecture was fine. He can make an
audience laugh as much by wagging his coat tails as some men can by
talking an hour.
_March_ 26.--I have been up at Laura Chapin's from 10 o'clock in the
morning until 10 at night, finishing Jennie Howell's bed quilt, as she
is to be married very soon. Almost all of the girls were there. We
finished it at 8 p. m. and when we took it off the frames we gave three
cheers. Some of the youth of the village came up to inspect our
handiwork and see us home. Before we went Julia Phelps sang and played
on the guitar and Captain Barry also sang and we all sang together, "O!
Columbia, the gem of the ocean, three cheers for the red, white and
blue."
_June_ 19.--Our cousin, Ann Eliza Field, was married to-day to George B.
Bates at her home on Gibson Street. We went and had an elegant time.
Charlie Wheeler made great fun and threw the final shower of rice as
they drove away.
_June._--There was great excitement in prayer meeting last night, it
seemed to Abbie Clark, Mary Field and me on the back seat where we
always sit. Several people have asked us why we sit away back there by
old Mrs. Kinney, but we tell them that she sits on the other side of the
stove from us and we like the seat, because we have occupied it so long.
I presume we would see less and hear more if we sat in front. To-night
just after Mr. Walter Hubbell had made one of his most beautiful prayers
and Mr. Cyrus Dixon was praying, a big June bug came zipping into the
room and snapped against the wall and the lights and barely escaped
several bald heads. Anna kept dodging around in a most startling manner
and I expected every moment to see her walk out and take Emma Wheeler
with her, for if she is afraid of anything more than dogs it is June
bugs. At this crisis the bug flew out and a cat stealthily walked in. We
knew that dear Mrs. Taylor was always unpleasantly affected by the sight
of cats and we didn't know what would happen if the cat should go near
her. The cat very innocently ascended the steps to the desk and as Judge
and Mrs. Taylor always sit on the front seat, she couldn't help
observing the ambitious animal as it started to assist Dr. Daggett in
conducting the meeting. The result was that Mrs. Taylor just managed to
reach the outside door before fainting away. We were glad when the
benediction was pronounced.
_June._--Anna and I had a serenade last night from the Academy Glee
Club, I think, as their voices sounded familiar. We were awakened by the
music, about 11 p. m., quite suddenly and I thought I would step across
the hall to the front chamber for a match to light the candle. I was
only half awake, however, and lost my bearings and stepped off the
stairs and rolled or slid to the bottom. The stairs are winding, so I
must have performed two or three revolutions before I reached my
destination. I jumped up and ran back and found Anna sitting up in bed,
laughing. She asked me where I had been and said if I had only told her
where I was going she would have gone for me. We decided not to strike a
light, but just listen to the singing. Anna said she was glad that the
leading tenor did not know how quickly I "tumbled" to the words of his
song, "O come my love and be my own, nor longer let me dwell alone," for
she thought he would be too much flattered. Grandfather came into the
hall and asked if any bones were broken and if he should send for a
doctor. We told him we guessed not, we thought we would be all right in
the morning. He thought it was Anna who fell down stairs, as he is never
looking for such exploits in me. We girls received some verses from the
Academy boys, written by Greig Mulligan, under the assumed name of Simon
Snooks. The subject was, "The Poor Unfortunate Academy Boys." We have
answered them and now I fear Mrs. Grundy will see them and imagine
something serious is going on. But she is mistaken and will find, at the
end of the session, our hearts are still in our own possession.
When we were down at Sucker Brook the other afternoon we were watching
the water and one of the girls said, "How nice it would be if our lives
could run along as smoothly as this stream." I said I thought it would
be too monotonous. Laura Chapin said she supposed I would rather have an
"eddy" in mine.
We went to the examination at the Academy to-day and to the gymnasium
exercises afterwards. Mr. Noah T. Clarke's brother leads them and they
do some great feats with their rings and swings and weights and ladders.
We girls can do a few in the bowling alley at the Seminary.
_June._--I visited Eureka Lawrence in Syracuse and we attended
commencement at Hamilton College, Clinton, and saw there, James
Tunnicliff and Stewart Ellsworth of Penn Yan. I also saw Darius Sackett
there among the students and also became acquainted with a very
interesting young man from Syracuse, with the classic name of Horace
Publius Virgilius Bogue. Both of these young men are studying for the
ministry. I also saw Henry P. Cook, who used to be one of the Academy
boys, and Morris Brown, of Penn Yan. They talk of leaving college and
going to the war and so does Darius Sackett.
_July,_ 1862.--The President has called for 300,000 more brave men to
fill up the ranks of the fallen. We hear every day of more friends and
acquaintances who have volunteered to go.
_August_ 20.--The 126th Regiment, just organized, was mustered into
service at Camp Swift, Geneva. Those that I know who belong to it are
Colonel E. S. Sherrill, Lieutenant Colonel James M. Bull, Captain
Charles A. Richardson, Captain Charles M. Wheeler, Captain Ten Eyck
Munson, Captain Orin G. Herendeen, Surgeon Dr. Charles S. Hoyt, Hospital
Steward Henry T. Antes, First Lieutenant Charles Gage, Second Lieutenant
Spencer F. Lincoln, First Sergeant Morris Brown, Corporal Hollister N.
Grimes, Privates Darius Sackett, Henry Willson, Oliver Castle, William
Lamport.
Dr. Hoyt wrote home: "God bless the dear ones we leave behind; and while
you try to perform the duties you owe to each other, we will try to
perform ours."
We saw by the papers that the volunteers of the regiment before leaving
camp at Geneva allotted over $15,000 of their monthly pay to their
families and friends at home. One soldier sent this telegram to his
wife, as the regiment started for the front: "God bless you. Hail
Columbia. Kiss the baby. Write soon." A volume in ten words.