Identifier: juliawardhowe18101laur (find matches)
Title: Julia Ward Howe 1819-1910
Year: 1916 (1910s)
Authors: Laura E. Richards and Maud Howe Elliott
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Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Company
Contributing Library: American Printing House for the Blind, Inc., M. C. Migel Library
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loved to callhim. The relation between them was close and affec-tionate: the Church of the Disciples became her spir-itual home. These were the days of the Civil War; we must turnback to its opening year to record an episode of im-portance to her and to others. In the autumn of 1861 she went to Washington incompany with Governor and Mrs. Andrew, Mr. Clarkeand the Doctor, who was one of the pioneers of theSanitary Commission, carrying his restless energy andindomitable will from camp to hospital, from battle-field to bureau. She longed to help in some way, butfelt that there was nothing she could do — exceptmake lint, which we were all doing. I could not leave my nursery to follow the marchof our armies, neither had I the practical deftnesswhich the preparing and packing of sanitary storesdemanded. Something seemed to say to me, Youwould be glad to serve, but you cannot help anyone:you have nothing to give, and there is nothing foryou to do. Yet, because of my sincere desire, a word
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MRS. HOWE, circa 1861 THE CIVIL WAR 187 was given me to say, which did strengthen the heartsof those who fought in the field and of those who lan-guished in the prison. Returning from a review of troops near Washing-ton, her carriage was surrounded and delayed by themarching regiments: she and her companions sang,to beguile the tedium of the way, the war songs whichevery one was singing in those days; among them — John Browns body lies a-mouldering in the grave.His soul is marching on! The soldiers liked this, cried, Good for you! andtook up the chorus with its rhythmic swing. Mrs. Howe, said Mr. Clarke, why do you notwrite some good words for that stirring tune? I have often wished to do so! she replied. Waking in the gray of the next morning, as she laywaiting for the dawn, the word came to her.Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord — She lay perfectly still. Line by line, stanza by stanza,the words came sweeping on with the rhythm ofmarching feet, pauseless, re

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