“The audience numbered sixty persons.

“May, 1880.  I have just finished Miss Peabody’s account of Channing.  I have been more interested in Miss Peabody than in Channing, and have felt how valuable she must have been to him.  How many of Channing’s sermons were instigated by her questions! ...  Miss Peabody must have been very remarkable as a young woman to ask the questions which she asked at twenty.

“April, 1881.  The waste of flowers on Easter Sunday distressed me.  Something is due to the flowers themselves.  They are massed together like a bushel of corn, and look like red and white sugar-plums as seen in a confectioner’s window.

“A pillow of flowers is a monstrosity.  A calla lily in a vase is a beautiful creation; so is a single rose.  But when the rose is crushed by a pink on each side of it, and daisies crush the pinks, and azaleas surround the daisies, there is no beauty and no fitness.

“The cathedral had no flowers.

“Aug. 22, 1882.  We visited Whittier; we found him at lunch, but he soon came into the parlor.  He was very chatty, and seemed glad to see us.  Mrs. L. was with me, and Whittier was very ready to write in the album which she brought with her, belonging to her adopted son.  We drifted upon theological subjects, and I asked Mr. Whittier if he thought that we fell from a state of innocence; he replied that he thought we were better than Adam and Eve, and if they fell, they ‘fell up.’

“His faith seems to be unbounded in the goodness of God, and his belief in moral accountability.  He said, ’I am a good deal of a Quaker in my conviction that a light comes to me to dictate to me what is right.’  We stayed about an hour, and we were afraid it would be too much for him; but Miss Johnson, his cousin, who lives with him, assured us that it was good for him; and he himself said that he was sorry to have us go.

“One thing that he said, I noted:  that his fancy was for farm-work, but he was not strong enough; he had as a young man some literary ambition, but never thought of attaining the reputation which had come to him.

“July 31, 1883.  I have had two or three rich days!  On Friday last I went to Holderness, N.H., to the Asquam House; I had been asked by Mrs. T. to join her party.  There were at this house Mr. Whittier, Mr. and Mrs. Cartland, Professor and Mrs. Johnson, of Yale, Mr. Williams, the Chinese scholar, his brother, an Episcopal clergyman, and several others.  The house seemed full of fine, cultivated people.  We stayed two days and a half.

“And first of the scenery.  The road up to the house is a steep hill, and at the foot of the hill it winds and turns around two lakes.  The panorama is complete one hundred and eighty degrees.  Beyond the lakes lie the mountains.  We do not see Mt.  Washington.  The house has a piazza nearly all around it.  We had a room on the first floor—­large, and with two windows opening to the floor.