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Bromley, Frances M. Diary, 1876-1877

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Frances Bromley (VC Ex 1879) was a prolific diarist, contributing seven diaries to Vassar College that chronicle her life from 1872 to 1877. Bromley's diaries all contain reflections on her daily activities, observations about other people, and literary and biblical quotes. Bromley also writes extensively about illness throughout her diaries. In this volume, Bromley details her first months at Vassar, from September 1876 through January 1877, following a period of working as a teacher and private tutor.

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Poughkeepsie (N.Y.)


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Friday, September 22," 1876

Such a sleep! How did I come to wake up out of it? It was the solid rocky kind, irresistible and utterly regardless of the foot of twenty-fourth street and 8:30 boats. But a mercy was over me and my eyes rose to the occasion at seven. Scampering to a degree followed and hair didn't go up elegantly. The tearful ? good-byes we omitted and caught a car! Operation two hurried into another. Pure insight, train on demand. "Where's my baggage?" He thinks it's gone to Albany. This is interesting. Fully persuaded in my mind that I shall never set eyes on that trunk. I seat myself and have three quarters of an hour to tell myself that I might have waited for breakfast. Vassar you do look good!

Polly and Hildah as of old and the new Letty.

Saturday, 23. Last night my first in "number 12" will keep it's own memory green. This is exceedingly meant! We had been having a regular quad erat demonstration. Spirits well aloff................. Then I came to bed. To stay? No, not to stay. Made a great many gettings up. Scoured the inner walls to such an extent that each several member of "No.


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12" appeared in night habitinents [sic] wanting to know "what could they do?" Nothing as I could see, Not anything. I was doing it all! Could they "hold my hand?" Permitted at intervals.

Day amidst the virtues of Vassar blank.It's with a fierce cold holding on to me. Nothing to do but lie still and get better of the "woes of life" that had mistaken me. From home, my dear little text of Herodotus.

Sunday 24: - O Polly the time when you were to order my breakfast and "poke" it to bits into my mouth has come early in the year. This which you promised to yourself in memory of that last Thursday when I fed you strawberries? The route upward from gastric regions was so well traveled on a preceding evening that a general lameness has lodged there. The President's first sermon, well fitted this first of things. "Let us press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God which is our Christ Jesus."

There was the after church part when it seemed as if I must sit down in the little home a few minutes.

Monday 25. - Not a day to play in and lay by in as we had a sort of way of thinking it was going to be. The powers that work out and declare in this institution worked out and declared ahead of the weather like meteoroligical reports. Lo: class lists at 8:15. I get properly introduced to


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"Room I" and "Room K" and then I hunt up Professor Backus and without a shiver or a thrill tell him that I want to be examined in English Literature.

"Come to 'Room J' tomorrow at half-past one"

We all sit ourselves to the preparation of lessons. The first of our engagement. O for a brave patience!

Tuesday 26". - Feelings and things go on from yesterday. This subject is not fruitful in ringing in the new. As nearly as I can make out, I begin Trigonometry with a sort of desperate courage. I take a front seat in "Room J" in full array and prepare for a hardening process.

Bless the home letter. Its springs bubble up today where no water is.

We are leading a sort of floating life. We've no place, no being "put" yet and so we huddle. This is not a desirable phase of it. There will be a great coming round of things by and by.

It is the time to "be strong".

Lecture on the National Park.

Wednesday 27". It's rather a pugnacious life I lead! I lend myself weekly to all the various uses I'm "put" to here and the marked out race gets sun. If I could go home and stay a week I'd feel better. This is one of very mental exercises. I get myself into "Helen's Babies" - and find it's "lots" of fun. What an era "Budge and Teddie" would be mother and Pet. They must have one. Not a Budge or Teddie. O dear, when an infliction! ... the book.


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The little Greek man deluges us with information. Every day he gives us Chapter 1. for a lesson, but we make no approaches to the aforesaid. We sit and look in.

The examination in English Literature comes off in Miss Hiscock's room.

Thursday, 28." - Let me refresh you. The first Commendatory sentence that ever fell upon my ears from Vassar lips has happened. From more less among the high and mighty, than our Miss Hiscock. An inside rising hereupon. The pipes in my room crack and pop and things of like nature. Very uncongenial room-mate. And the others say "Ay, Ay."

Letty keeps a diary too, a bond between us. She doth bear witness with me that all diary-keeping seems not for the present joyous, but grievous. It is afterwards "it yields"....... We hear strange things of the Mitchell woman. The ways here are not plain to her!

Friday, 29" We don't arrive at Chapter 1. in Herodotus yet. We are still entertaining learned discussions on that gentleman's varied career. The Professor's gestures are the principal thing! I know what our week of Trig. is. Fifteen more come up from the statistical corner of me. Don't say grimly. You can't afford to be grim fifteen weeks.

It is Friday. A breathing space let down. It's like prairie-land, between Friday 11:50 and Monday 8:15, a smooth green stretch all level. Hildah keeps up on winter mittent dig. This is her measure of prairie-land and hill regions. Polly's digs lie in the last five minutes before she goes to something.

I'll not be sorry when I get my trunk unpacked and get to living. O, dear no!


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Saturday, 30" Details hinge on a trunk to be unpacked and household goods to be set up, also books to cover. This canon of Parlor 12 is not to be trifled with. Effect marked. Room "d" is no longer existing as a name merely. It's solitary places are glad! The window is big where the sun comes in. And of our thing I am sure I shall near get in such a low down state that the big window will not live as a joy for me. 'Twill be a place for outside help. September began and ended. Old saw. Thirty days hath September."

Sunday, October 1." Sunday the second October comes in with a beaming graciousness, a veritable promising of good days. Number 12 is five strong now, lately reinforced by a Bond. Four from her borders go to town to church and listen they walk! There's nothing in the realm of powers physical or mental that I do homage to more readily these days!

President's sermon was on faithfulness in little things. Text, "He that is faithful in that which is least is faithful also in much". The President has great words for those who devote themselves to great acts in hidden places; who, moved by a strong principle choose the right when they know that none shall praise. Miss Goodsell's meeting was very nice. Her talks always have something in them that take hold of one.


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Monday, 2" The heroic element comes out Monday morning when we creep back to things. I suppose it pays to have our heroic thrill. Not necessary even to be conscious of possessing it.

I sit at table and nibble. Wonder if it's in the heroic element that one feels called upon to mention that it was "Saratogas" I nibbled. The only thing. Tomorrow I'll get a letter. When I say this I come upon a warm and rested place!

I find small consolations in a larger hole to breathe through, more time to lie down in, a new way to kill ants, a ... the holding out of my watch cord, a gazing upon my new wash-bag. A getting my appointed seat at table.

Tuesday, 3"
Miss [Lord]. O friends, on whom shall her mantle fall? Not Miss Mitchell! Oh, ye dwellers in Olympus, no! Took the fearful risk upon me of bring late to Trig. Any such disaster to be balanced by my word from home. If lived in my pocket along side of one from [Maurice] through the forty minutes that sails us up to trigonometrical functions. Minutes of quaking to me. Prof. Braislin is so deliberate in the awful minutes between things, so sweeping in her sudden comings down! Oh, Fannie, I wish you knew a lot. Why will you not beseech a little more grit? Ants, red ants! I wish one of my afflictions didn't take this form.


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Wednesday, 4" A stalking in upon me of and unprecedented surprise, in fact nothing less than a document from Sir Charles Hughes. It comes of it's "bring a credit to be related to the late Capt. D.H. Bromley! Letter the second. This to me means a big house and a lovely evening in days when such things were [Poultery]. Emily, Yes, I know.

To come back to more alarming things. Let us devoutly wish for an appetite. It is hard to struggle on here without me.

Our wild will got up little Greek man throws at us his energies. As for us we act the part of receptacles.

Bugology, hear the child. These things do move me. The skins of them cover every available inch.

Thursday, 5". If it will be interesting to future generations to know that on this day Parlor No. 12 came near, terrifyingly near missing it's dinner here shall the monument stand. We all bury ourselves in business and become stalactites and stalagmites. Letty shouts from the bedroom, "Girls, it's truly minutes past one!" We all make it known that we hear by an instantaneous rise. Polly alone braves the living-hall. The rest of us supplicate. Miss Terry afterwards and life is infused in our starving crew. Friends, a sumptuous repast! A letter from Rhoda. It soars into blessed possibilities and my own status moves up. Our Miss Bond knows my Mr. Johnson. She


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couldn't know a better and I place it with strong tendencies toward her credit. My room mate that I keep shut up in my closet make a constant protest. Stirs me up.

Friday, 6". Well, it's Friday even if all creation doesn't turn into heralds to proclaim it. "Miss Bromley to the board". "Cosecant 8". This sound has lost somewhat of it's mysteriousness. "Give each function its appropriate sign". A point for terror to rush in! It is the wicked generations that seek after signs. Afternoon. Girls scattered over my bed, girls in my chairs. Greek not achieved. Plainly seen why. Miss Hayes falls upon our lives in the evening. Grows vivacious over the new Miss Mitchell.

Saturday, 7". Silent time and then Laura Skinner. Bless her! She is ay "a shining in a lighted place."

Our enterprise agitated with so much vigor last evening can stand up and say, "I am begun." We do not as yet express ourselves highly satisfied with No. One. I proceed to invest in time at a most heedless rate. It was benevolent of me to begin on Mother's tidy but reckless will I cannot but condemn. She has taken it all out. Antecedent of "it's" labor, stitches, details. Invested in Cicero d: Orator, two pages. Not yet taken out. A camp-chair and my own. Just come. Five ghosts in the moon-light. Last bell some time ago.


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Sunday, 8". A being treated to an unruffled dozing until approaching eight. A finding merits in steak and bread and butter. To get into a hungry condition is still a novelty to [Greek writing] Bible class Room J. Professor Braislin treats us to a talk not a quiz. Happy for me.

The Presidents sermon had for its basic Romans II. 14,15. Parlor 12 girls, as it's opinion, that is was worth while. It was a mental philosophy exercise provided. Amidst the direct abstract the president stopped and put this little reassurance. "You all know what I'm talking about."

I precipitately throw my energies into a journey to the glen. Under taken with my feet. Some of me insists upon it that my outdoor airings be short. I come back from most of my attempts downcast.

Monday, 9". March out of bed with strenuous pullings toward sines and cosines and presently I find myself where they abounded. As my head gets so profound that it forgets that cotangents have not always hinged to its cerebrum's topmost labs, the bell give forth and lo! I am in Room J. "Miss Bromley [sin] (270 = x)". That lady by a foolish process recently acquired evolves out of these dire symbols a (- cosine x). Whether the value of this evolution will stand on


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the books as 1 7/8 or 2, she will never know. A statistic. My darling ivy gets potted. Another walk and too much for me. She shall keep still.

Old Greek days with Laura come back. They are over, and we are glad.

Tuesday, 10". Will you hear it? Miss Martin has asked me to walk! I am so surprised!. More astonishing still I could walk up valiantly to that board and prove that "sin 45 [degrees]" is equal to "1/2 [square root]2". This quite takes down any ante ... achievements.

Professor in an antique little dialogue with Miss Harlow lets out what Laura calls "some swell things to know." These to be brought out and aired tomorrow. I got up this morning wishing that it wasn't weak if not downright wicked to wish I didn't have to. The day has been not a singing day. More cold, more strain, move some thing to make me + an exact misery.

Laura gives me pieces of herself from sweet hidden places somewhere.

Let's me lie still and says funny little poems to me.

Laura's new word is "whack."

Wednesday, 11. More to get up for. So it sort of some how seemed. This is quite striking in form. Goes back to Prof. Hinkel's "[greek writing]" "and also especially those"....... Executed another drama in Room I. "Miss Bromley 180 = x. Obviously [misuaded] by her. ........ Greek. We


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have actually left Chapter 1. There is every indication of our making a continuing [city] of Chaplin second....... "Fannie, come up stairs and gaze upon the felicities of cat-beds."

Fannie goes......."This was the out croppings or our brains", Laura says in answer to my eager.
"Who first thought of it?" ........ Mrs. Johns drops in on "12" "To see who lives here" she says. The upshot is that we are to bring up our rooms in the way they should go - drawers, too, and top shelf of closet...... We are glad, [now] [in] [dire] and proper trial that Miss Bond fell to us.
Another good thing to happen to four [mentals] blessed above others.

A ... Reunion at Castleton the day after Thanksgiving. Authority. "Middletown". Will I come? .....Mother's tidy. Will you hear it. She's done some of it and it may not have to be taken out!

Thursday, 12". It's so long way back to the first of things that I can't think of the strong points that hover around the beginning. I see a vision of a man tearing my room up to change the bedstead. This brings to pass a further revolution of bureau and wash-stand..... Chambermaid severely squelchy.
Polly is not meed before her. ..... I do exceedingly fear and quake in Room I but I needn't ..... Greek. A great wings to a letter that is to go to Dr. J.M. and spend three periods on Greek. The New Testament part is since read with Laura.

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end natural functions, not to me!

This from Fraulein Kapp. "Is it not beautiful to know German? The more languages you know, the more lives you live."

Friday 13".
The Professor getting to a realizing sense of the magnitude of the square root gives us another day. I needn't have "strained" quite "every nerve of the charger". The little Greek Man says, "I will explain the last chapters and then we will go on", so we sit and are poured into. Hildah gets a letter and goes around saying, "poor Aunt Mag." "Poor Aunt Mag is dead". Somebody is always dead in the letters Hildah gets. Polly's letter makes her laugh. It comes pealing forth from the bedroom and I feel as if I could take a new lease of life. Blessed Polly. Laura has been reading up. She rehearses to me not quite all of the mythology of the nations of the North, brought about by the probable coming of our word sin from Somme, wife of a Loke. Miss Hiscock comes to our room after chapel and brings me a letter from [Crecy]. ...(Chapel seating assigned.)

Saturday, 14". Our day was "uppish". It started out to be a glory and the first of it was such a brightness that I said right off, "Now if this was the day for my ... sister to come" , but there came a cold grey part ending at last in a slow rain. Polly's curtains, these exercised that vigilant spirit, taking her from "Muscles", she ejaculating, "I don't see how I can spend the time." Hildah puts her soul into Trig. and from her comes "darkly and wild", "Oh, I'm so sick of it". As for me I give the day to Cicero de Oratore and mother's tidy and the evening to sines and cosines. Polly comes out with the journal


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of "the infants" kept at Madison while they were summering. She sets her foot down that it shall be read to us!.

Sunday, 15". It was cold. Rumors are rampant of snow in the night. No visible appearance anywhere, but feelings everywhere. The President's sermon went on from last Sunday, giving us "the true function of conscience." He said it was three-fold - "To show even that they were amenable to a higher law", "To show them that this law was whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are pure & c" "To impress them with the need of repentance". The service seemed very sweet to me. My attempts at making calls do not bring me back soothed, [nerved] up or fed. Gertie Bascom's coming to see me had more of each of these in it.

Monday, 16". A sort of "clear grit" morning. It is not brilliancy I astonish people with in Trig. I never take a cross lots method for instance, (cos (v + x + Y + z.) It only covers one wing of the college. The little Greek man takes this day for his rounds. Sequel, no class. According to the head of Polly's table, (Miss Whitney) this "ought to prove a source of serious regret". I am summoned to room H to hunt up missing hose. No Bromley hose there. "Come again next Monday wothout being notified. Keep coming."

Tuesday, 17". Nothing very individual in days like this one and yesterday. Parlor 12 gives us little to help them along. A smart speech or two would invigorate us. I droop some at the first of the rush to the onset but I have merciful additions which take a propping up from in the shape of a prodigious home letter and a comfortable


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state of things in Room J. I try to get it through the little Greek man's too much gorged cerebrum that I'd like permission to make up De Oratore. By appearing very much enlightened and taking for largely for granted I close the interview. Then I sit forty minutes to see Miss Morse. This is one of the ways of doing here. It comes out that Miss MOrse is away from college and Miss Dame don't know.

Wednesday, 18". I am not utterly forsaken of things to tell this day. This comforts me. I can't say friends, that my first Trig. examination was anthing of a staff. Pass on. I want to tell you about that ride I had. My coach and four was the baker's cart wrought up to a proper constituency with pillows, shawls and water-proofs. Abbott A. W. and Abbott W. W. take this thing in charge with spirit. My bones are rattled but not over stories. Not over one!. I am taken to the lake to see it once as I have never seen it in October embraces. What a perfect delight to me. This is bring ministered into. My faithful watch cord can hold out no longer. Reinforcements must be resorted to.

Thursday, 19". Another edition of yesterday. "Through the thinning brances of the trees came down the last most tender kisses of the sun. This is in our thought every day now as the kisses grow tenderer and tenderer. The little Greek mand scared me half to death at a moment when my forces were scattered. "Bad pop", as Laura would say. A letter and from Susie. "That is good".


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Letters from her are stages in my career. Our goes out from room "d" to the poor stricken home that I think of so these days.

Friday, 20". I am tired out trying to make my girl attend to things today. I had to make her get up in the first place, tendencies all against me. Then I had to make her stay up. She stayed up in a very "poking" way, hunching her up to this and stirring her up to that and now I've comforted her with the staying prop of an assurance that this day is a kind of an exception and tomorrow she won't ache in so many places. I left her in bed reading "Shiloh" which was followed by Polly's coming in to rub her back and Ida Street's coming to call.

Saturday, 21". Came to dawn and consciousness with a kind of dismay that the night hadn't done more for me. But there's something in being up. My strength was good Bible strength. As my day it was! The order was, De Oratore, two chapters, mother's tidy, large additions, Trig., a burnishing of my armor for Monday. Parlor 12 with holiday spirits on; a flow of cheery talk and two hours of reading. This takes in Lowell's essay on Pope. A lovely call in the evening from Miss Healy. She is so bright and chatty. It's nice to have easy ways. Highly comfortable it is to other people.

Sunday, 22". We are approaching the fall rains. Feels like it. The day fails to brace or invigorate. A proper amount


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For "January 13".

To be opened when you like. It isn't anything worth waiting for.


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of blowing would do it. Spiritual bracing and invigoration als fail but not from want of blowing. Mr. Evans does it. It is never edifying to have a man take pitch and preach in tones that would lead us to question his sanity were he to salute us in that way. [No'me.] God's gospel was given us in dreadful grammar with sort of throw and catch correction. Miss Dale said it would take a good old fashioned Christian to appreciate such a sermon. Gertie Bascom mourns the dearth of good old fashioned Christians.

Monday, 23". Large Miss Ives sits at the table behind me and our collisions are marked in their nature: for instance when both attempt to sit down in their chairs at dinner at one and the same time. Operations began vigorously. Led off Trig. recitation and was not inglorious in Greek. Laura Ada Skinner couldn't "come down", "could I come up?" She did not mount up in wings like eagles; This, reserved for elevator days that have not come. We had before us the fourteenth chapter of Herodotus. Filed through him Ionics and all!

Tuesday, 24". The bright has come back again, so have the pretty colors to what was gray and ... above. I had no idea of getting up at half past six so when Hildah put her head in at my door to call me, mark her vigilance. I thought she had come with a confidrutial communication, a fire or a flood perhaps. Home letter tells of a


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new bird. This promises. I begin sturdily on a letter that is sometime to go to Gracy in [Chelouse].

Miss Terry told us at dinner we were going to hear Mrs. Edna D. Cheney talk to us this evening. Some stirring around in Vassar's interior in consequence - attempts at concentration - a great many.
We listen to a charming talk on Albert Durer.

We return to explore our rooms for something in the way of a "spread." Seven chestnuts contributed by Letty. Hear her, "Why don't somebody get a box?"

Wednesday, 25". Wasn't I alarmed in Trig? It was rather of an attack in my rear. Prof. Braislin was "on a tear". (Miss Skinner.) No approaches to "Number 6." It is so disagreeable to be attacked when you feel morally sure that your trumpet will give an uncertain sound.

Greek, comments not forthcoming. I compiled a treatise on all subjects and sent it home. "Is that the kind of letters you write?" say my little Freshman, as she waits for me to fold and seal preparatory to our entering together with bold strokes upon chapters twenty-nine and thirty. I promise her one and pull my chair up to the window. Mother's tidy gets the last stitches put in. Are the taking out days really over? I cannot astonish myself to that extent.

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considerably or otherwise. This I forget, but anyway, the first thing was: "Why it's a birthday for "Pet." Then came a consoling edition. "She has that fat letter to read." Prof. B. still has a strong persistency to whopping triangles into shapes beyond us and calling on us promiscuously to recite several pages in advance of the lesson to her. This is a peculiar gift of hers. It begins to occur to me faintly, "what's the first thing I'll do". Feebly I trust myself to see sines and cosines that "ain't there!" Some of the day is bright. The clouds that rested on Sunset Hill in deep purple are beautiful with rose and garnet in the dying sun.

Late. Wash-bags! This generally comes over us as we are about to put the gas out. It's such a grasp on one's nerves to find at the last minute that the marks washed out!

Friday, 27". Started out with forces in stock to fall back upon. Prof. Hinkel starts out with, "Now I call on all of you." A few quiverings in my neighborhood as he says, "Miss Bascom, we have [greek writing] . What is the first [greek writing]. As the Professor proceeds we get fully settled in the fact that Greek as a study is exceedingly prolific in things to know. A letter from Satie stirs up Reunion. Well, there's things to take into consideration, pocket-books and [sore] places in front. I have an uplifting as I get into that library, and can't get out. O, what ever came to me like this?


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"Sometimes the work and the gift are nigh!"

Saturday, 28". Advance sheets of a snow storm that is coming along in a month or two. Just the kind of a day with it's mists and it's gray clouds to make you thing of cosy goings on you've had sometime, to make it nice to sit still by the window and read De Oratore.

"Rape of the Locke". This was to be our set apart portion at 11.15. Applause from the audience. Also two chapters of "Essay on Man". "How wise we are. In our crockery jar!" Latin out of the way I try another reading circle, one of the attempts of the class of '79. The getting with folks was what came of it to me. Good to have.

I try an early bed and Alton Locke. Amusement is afforded me outside of this my Miss Littlefield's encounter with Polly, Our unselfish glorious Polly! Think of her holding back anything from the hungry starving poor!

Sunday, 29". Two dear full sermons today by Dr. Weston of Crozier Theological Seminary. They have helped me to places further up the journey. The morning sermon was the story of the temptation of our Lord. I was so glad to have made plain for me some things that have been "dark sayings" always. For instance, the peculiar appropriateness of Christ's answer to the first appeal, "Command that these stones be made bread". The evening text was that ringing watchword of Dr. Bridgman's. "If any man will come after me, let him deny


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himself and take up his cross and follow me!" Who can come away from such things and live for himself? Why do we!

Monday, 30". Well, the day meant to be glorious and it was. There's that to tell. Right into the heart of the blessed October we were taken and I had a beautiful share. Not from d's window but out where the world was in my royal cart. Laura and her Polly doing it. Of course she'd take a ride if they'd get the cart. Why shouldn't she. Did she wait to study the manual? To get into the quiet places out where the evergreens make them. How good it was!

What if a diving into Greek irregular verbs followed? We say in calmest serenity, "never mind". That letter set apart to ... C.H.W. is gone. My soul beats its wings.

Tuesday, 31". What is really worth telling in days that are marked off and divided up before they come? When one knows the thing they'll be doing up to the fraction of a minute. Can calculate on anything except the way the wind will blow to the sixth decimal place! Tuesday, this brings Cohoes mail of a desirable size and "write us when you are coming home, if you know. " Know? I know it up to the second, but I won't tell 'em. It is not very refreshing to go down into the generations but I didn't get my problem right in Trig. I repair to Prof B's room and get a smile which takes magnetic hold. We go letter by letter in Greek.

My ivy has put forth, bless it.

Dr. Webster gives us her first talk.


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Wednesday, November 1".

Here into the November of it. That's where we start. A good time to begin things, the benevolent things for instance we've been going to do so long. It began Indian Summer fashion, a warm, bright day followed by a night with the full moon.

Sometimes when Prof. Hinkel begins the word for us and waits while we finish we hit on the same word he begins. There are times when we don't! Today he began; " it is an af. af. af. Several of us came out with "affection". "No, no, not affection at all Effect!"Imagine our feelings.

Every day Laura comes down. Every day we say "What shall we study?". Every day the Professor says, "I will go on explaining". An unexpected meteor flashes across my sky, a fine chance for me to enter upon that benevolence I was talking about. Miss [Dendney] of ancient faur sends: Would I, Could I, do this, that, ever so much?

Thursday, 2".

(The people.) "How fat you are. Why how full your face is!" (A mental wonder). "How anybody can have such delightful impressions and you ache so! Prof. Hinkel is still on the twenty fourth. Some of his energies were given today in describing the [greek writing].(long robe.) There was a great deal to it, (the robe) ending up with "ankles". My head had grown restless and "it ran". It heard "ankles". How much it did not hear it does not know, but with one bounce the Professor went back to have it reviewed and shrieked, "Miss Bromley." She looked wise and waited


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a minute. She knew he'd begin it. He did. In the proper place she shrieked "ankles". Professor charmed. Half of anything in his class is all you need, ever. It is sometimes a little dubious which half.

Friday, 3". A sort of uplifting all thro? I pray for days like it. Ready for anything, glad in what is. Even outside of things there's promise of sunshine tomorrow. This, too, God [metes] out. He will not let us have too much even of this helpfulness. An afternoon Frances versus Latin. I want little places left open tomorrow, hence this is, thus. My birthday eve, en rapport. How well 'twas thought of says my secret self. No one else guesses, friends! Getting ready, bobbings back and forth in Room 12 is as if something had come. Something has, Delta sociable, chatter toasts, games, sandiwches and in room K. We came back full of the good time Polly, Letty, Ella Frances. Dear me, isn't that half of it to talk it over when you get back?

There never were lovelier lights over the sky of Sunset Hill, never a brighter earth under the full moon!

Saturday, 4". Her day and O how bright it was! The last and sweetest kisses for us dear and glad. I had to be glad. There must be no dark guesses, no restless chafings, no forgetting to read the signs. Never a better day to be "patient in the rims He finds us in." There was help to get to the place where my eyes were looking, that calm strong hold, where nothing ever looks as it does here in the narrow round, but there are the meanings of things and we see so well "the real whole best".

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beautiful ones, yellow and brown. They made my room look my birthdayish, the darlings, but Polly don't know what she's doing, not at all.

Laura brought gifts well worth having on a set apart day, pieces of talk and some of her own earnest living.

There were Dr Quincey and Pope taken together, with stockings to mend and there was dinner, and Latin, and reading club, and the Greek of the Sunday School lesson. Not many free minutes to think in till bedtime. Yes; but I tucked in the thinking all the way through.

"God is known in her palaces for a refuge."

Sunday, 5". The President discussed in his sermon the question to what extent fear should be used as a motive for right doing. He thinks there is danger of forgetting to be as reverent as we might before God. "In these days there is too much familiar talk about Jesus and to Jesus. We do not keep close enough to the fact that we are [worms]".... Read Greek Testament with Laura an hour, she in a sweet close Sunday mood. After evening prayer meeting, read a criticism on "Daniel Derouda" in the "London Quarterly Review."

Monday, 6". Talk about getting over Sunday inspirations, and coming down from table-lands, having to wonder how people feel when they're not horrified, or martyrs without the palm. You get singular combinations of them all when it comes over you at ducky half-past six that it is Monday morning. You hunt around for severall (sic) consolations, such as watching the calendar, hoping there'll be Saratogas for breakfast. Seeing that my buttons have taken it upon


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themselves to evolve off your .... Then as likely as not you button up your dress and go to breakfast to find those potatoes that you hate so, fixed like slippery-Elm for [poultices]. Miss Banks, the presiding genius of our end of the table more of a stick than is usual. Ye nurses of good fellowship take pity, and Hildah, she won't say a word, and you get back in that chair and sort of want to know if when you've been "jolly" under all this it counts you nothing up there where the eternal records stand. By now you get somewhat raised. You even read the newspaper, and widen your perspective.

Tuesday, 7". Rain and a steady rain. Cosy places of comfort inside to sit and watch the outdoors part. I made a pun at breakfast, "Hazy enough", Miss Carver will probably have me expelled from college. She can live through almost anything but "a pun." But there are extenuating circumstances. You see it is election morning, Vassar girls voted last night. Results as given today: Hayes 250. Tilden 57. Liberals 3. Did not vote 15. "How is it going on in the high places outside? All of us ask this question eagerly and many times.

Laura brought me George Herbert to read.

Ivy has another new little leaf.

Wednesday, 8". Which came. The three-hundred and twenty-five appeared at breakfast. An hour after the two-hundred and fifty went thro' the halls their garments trailing in the dust. First reports bore down upon them, they having mailed. (A Greek idiom).

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of one of Professor's most startling discourses one of the irrepressibles writes and hands round. "I can think of nothing but Florida." Dinner solemn. Miss Martin sacred to democracy and a remarkable city on a [bill]. At two, Florida heard from, "Hayes". At every sound we rush forth into the corridor. It comes thicker and faster, "Hayes one fote ahead". We file in crowds to the telegraph office. Tea-time. The voices of the two-hundred and fifty are heard in our land. Bed-time. "Hayes still one ahead."

Thursday, 9". Could she get up? Could she stay up? Rather singular interrogatives from a girl who has Senior Greek and first semester of Sophomore Latin on her hands, not to mention the higher mathematics! There was a great marshaling of forces, every available one surrounded every solid bit of ground contested for, inch by inch. She got the day through without anything worse happening than missing her bath-hour.

One can not have all things move on pivots of his or her placing, not exactly. A little "Nemesiac theory" drawn from my afternoon. To sleep she thought. There came some wandering minstrel tribes "with comet,flute, hasp, sack but, dulciver, [psaltery]" and all the rest. She turned over. Something took the old man with the white horse to go banging in chromatic scale fashion under her window. This she couldn't stand. She got up.

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Friday, 10". Hers not to make reply. Hers not to reason why. Hers but to do and sigh. Noble six-hundred! A Trig. "wrestle" just ended. She kept saying, "On ye brave", but the brave got on with many wrenches and twists. Idiotically she goes searching for tangents among the logarithms of integers and adding tabular differences that one would mistake for logarithms. Hildah "sticky" to the last groans every few minutes. Ella, energetically, "What's the tangent of half the sum." Frances, her spirit unquenched by logarithms, "Why, I don't get that." At or within the range of the ten o'clock bell she knows by actual computation how far it is to the moon.

Delta sociable. Essay by Grace Darling. Recitation. Grace Learned. Reading from "Martin Chugglewit." Miss Stevens. Illustrated song, "Three Fishers went sailing out into the west."

(Note. Prof. Braislin, "If Vassar stands on a meridian where is it? We ought to see it." Laura to Grace, "Maybe we're sitting on it.")

Saturday, 11". A party for the Freshmen engages the souls of '79. They went into the council chamber to talk it up involving minutes out of our precious Saturday morning. With a spirit of self-sacrifice worthy of "Felix Holt". I let De Oratore wait and read. Greek with Laura. I approve of this, anyway only so that you get some wholesome discipline. We had a jolly reading hour. Letty in the character of Sally Blake, "I won't pronounce it right, I will have a pillow for my back." "I am so mad." We are all Fourth of


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July,ish in No. 12. Polly's Emma is her. "How very festive", says Laura coming in after her oil of cloves.

Sunday, 12". A dear Sunday has gone, one that I shall love to keep in my heart. What lovely things do come to us, watching not, knowing not how closely they are drawing near. I could not believe my eyes when I saw my Dr. Bridgman walking up the college aisle. His sermon has roused all that is within me as they always do....."When saw we thee a hungered and fed thee" ......"They did not ask this to show in any way that they had not recognized the Jesus they were working for but in their absorption in the work for Him had forgotten what deeds they had done." "Self-consciousness is the deadly foe to all true working for Christ." "Love, indeed, 'feels no burden', talks not of what it does, does on, dares on, but courts praise no more than the stars that shine all night over a world where eyes are closed."

Monday, 13". Which is the beginning of a strain not in any degree soaring. Letty calls out, "It shall be Monday morning", "I won't have one of my lessons". "I will go to class and fail up."

The lawn is bright, the day laughs. I look out. I even play and think it's nice. It's well I did. There came another way of doing, a darker. ....."I will give you two examples. You may take them down "says Prof. Braislin. Down they are, down for this planet and Mars when we get to it."

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ordinary decency to friends and neighbors, attention to the things the doctor told you to do. You'd think she'd tend to these. But no, She's in deep water and she cannot swim. This is what it amounts to. The last thing of the last minute when distraction has reached its highest and the gas is wrenched out with a groan, "Done one."

Tuesday, 14". "Twenty-two is to twenty-five as sin A is to sin B." No wonder I arose before six and dressed for breakfast shockingly. A better [craziness] would have answered every purpose, but seeing that there's no other way except to abide by the one I started with I'll keep at the pulleys hoping to evolve something. Lost. Professor, "You may take the same two for tomorrow".....I dare hope, Nothing has as yet happened. Not until the eleventh period and Laura comes and reads me her letter from Miss ..., do I regain the status I fell from yester morn. I even get back enough to things of time and sense to ask how the election returns read and if Hayes is to be chief among us. What I hear: "Hayes is unquestionably elected." U.Y.World.

Wednesday, 15". Imagine the consternation that possesses me when I went to class with my one ... ... . The one little way of doing it left of six hundred, and found it was right!

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My ivy says, "Look here if you please, and just see what I'm a doing." A new curling leaf in the meantime is just putting it's head out. Hildah says in Miss "Bates" Mitchell's class they're all revolving around the marks.

Thursday, 16". Was invincible in Trig. Could this be less than a tower to her? Got into no Greek valleys, hence at 11:50 a frame of mind equal to E.B. Culbertson's, so calm, so indisturbed by anything on a planet so small.

A thousand wonders possess her. Why does she feel called upon to take up her weveral sheets to Satie with moral optionisms, and turn into a certain wise-acres? If I were Satie, I would send the letter back.

Dr. Webster says I must get better, must keep getting better all winter. How well such things sound!

Friday, 17". It is not with agility she goes to breakfast. Am I to wring and twist and control? It seems so. It keeps on seeming so. Take a stomach and put a bit of neuralgia in it and there aren't many worse things. I wonder if this might to be a comfort. Professor Hinkel doesn't believe in letting his sun shine on the evil and on the good alike. He says, "That is good" to Miss Dana and to Helen Brown and dares to ask me something I don't know. Listen. The elevator on it's first trip Monday.

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Saturday, 18". We have a good reading hour, "Tale of a Tub". Girls all in my room. Laura down to sit with us bringing her work. Whereupon I set half of me to listening to Letty, the other half to watching Laura's fingers in the mysteries of ... and transparencies. A dainty little ... a piece of tonight has gone into my treasure-box. It will keep. How very nice it was as I sit down and think it over. O Vassar you are very good to us and you have some dear people in you. (The Freshman party night.)

Sunday, 19". President Raymond meandered fifty-nine minutes through a sermon supposed to be the out growth of "The just shall live by faith." I went out of chapel feeling as if I had "fizzled" in a lesson in "Hickok's Mental Philosophy" and the marking left to the "Bates" Mitchell. Well, we were off and away from it before we knew it to the next thing which was eating celery. An example of what we do all the time. (Not eat celery.) Isn't life a queer blending?

Laura brings herself to me after dinner and we have a long read in Matthew. Then we talk and she don't go and it's nice. Some people are put together beautifully. A superb plan enters somehow into the construction of their souls.

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Monday, 20". Professor, the little Greek man said "That is good" to me. Excellent to begin the week on. He has to be particularly like the angelic host to be so promiscuous in his awards. I feel as if I'd had a medal from the Centennial.

Can I project? Feebly conceived fledglings are they so far. Plainly this spherical business deals with things that are not as they seem. It is not how can I make flat things look solid, but how can I make solid things look flat? I'm sure I always had good success in arts of this kind. I'll hope. The great geometrical magnitude, the one, the only, that we consider greatly worth while projects us! How perfectly blissful to walk up to the creature and say with assurance, "To the third, please." and then be wafted dreamily to the place you start for. To arrive there well preserved!

Tuesday, 21". Think of waking up to say to yourself "a Trig. examination." Dawn must have given birth to fortitude or I near would have walked so grimly erect to Room I. Trig. students are [greek writing]. I descend when it is over and tear off the end of Aggie's letter as if I was turning the corner and the wind blew in my face.

Sophomore prayer meeting small.

Only one class meeting called today. ....... Frances is projecting.

Thursday, 23". The things that woman thinks of to ask is a growing marvel to my intrigonometrical brain. One has such a sensation of uncomfortableness on the way to Room I when they