In the evening the girls
went over to the Meads to practice Easter hymns; but I sat at home and
made a cross, eighteen inches long, of cedar and white lilies. This
Southern cedar is the most exquisite thing; it is so feathery and
delicate.
"Sunday morning was cool and bright, a most perfect Easter. Our little
church was full, and everybody seemed delighted with the decorations.
Mr. Stowe preached a sermon to show that Christ is going to put
everything right at last, which is comforting. So the day was one of
real pleasure, and also I trust of real benefit, to the poor souls who
learned from it that Christ is indeed risen for them"
During this winter the following characteristic letters passed between
Mrs. Stowe and her valued friend, Dr. Oliver Wendell Holmes, called
forth by the sending to the latter of a volume of Mrs. Stowe's latest
stories:--
Boston, _January_ 8, 1876.
My dear Mrs. Stowe,--I would not write to thank you for your most
welcome "Christmas Box,"
"A box whose sweets compacted lie,"
before I had read it, and every word of it. I have been very much
taken up with antics of one kind and another, and have only finished
it this afternoon. The last of the papers was of less comparative
value to me than to a great fraction of your immense parish of
readers, because I am so familiar with every movement of the Pilgrims
in their own chronicles.
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