Imogen Power and I went down together Friday afternoon to buy me a Meteorology. We are studying that and Watts on the Mind, instead of Philosophy.
Tuesday.—I went with Fanny Gaylord to see Mrs. Callister at the hotel to-night. She is so interested in all that we tell her, just like “one of the girls.”
The Old Canandaigua Academy
I was laughing to-day when I came in from the street and Grandmother asked me what amused me so. I told her that I met Mr. and Mrs. Putnam on the street and she looked so immense and he so minute I couldn’t help laughing at the contrast. Grandmother said that size was not everything, and then she quoted Cowper’s verse:
| “Were I so tall to reach the skies or grasp the ocean in a span, I must be measured by my soul, the mind is the stature of the man.” |
I don’t believe that helps Mr. Putnam out.
Friday.—We went to Monthly Concert of prayer for Foreign Missions this evening. I told Grandmother that I thought it was not very interesting. Judge Taylor read the Missionary Herald about the Madagascans and the Senegambians and the Terra del Fuegans and then Deacon Tyler prayed and they sang “From Greenland’s Icy Mountains” and took up a collection and went home. She said she was afraid I did not listen attentively. I don’t think I did strain every nerve. I believe Grandmother will give her last cent to Missions if the Boards get into worse straits than they are now.
In Latin class to-day Anna translated the phrase Deo Volente “with violence,” and Mr. Tyler, who always enjoys a joke, laughed so, we thought he would fall out of his chair. He evidently thought it was the best one he had heard lately.