it was partly the delight of a sudden relief from
the old, monotonous pain, the unexpected unbending
of a tense and overborne mind and momentary obliteration
of the dreary immediate past, and partly the outburst
of a passionate temperament which I had never suspected;
but on my part there arose an attachment as chivalric
as ever a knight of Arthur’s time felt, yet perfectly
platonic. That she was nearly old enough to have
been my mother did not in the least matter—it
was no question of love as young folks feel it; but
in my heart I offered myself a bearer of her sorrows.
I had only recently recovered from my wandering into
the wilderness of doubt, and my religious faith was
as vivid as when I had been at my mother’s knee—Providence
ruled, and God answered prayer. This phase of
my life, juvenile as I now perceive it to be, I respect
as the most honest in it. I honor the weakness
as I cannot always what seems the later strength.
Those who read my life may put the estimate on it
which suits their creed; I only speak of it as a phenomenon
of my Puritan youth. I prayed earnestly that
I might take on myself her afflictions, if so she
might be healed and come back to her right mind.
That was Friday night, for her family were “Seventh-Day
keepers,” and I had gone to pass the Sabbath
with them, so I stayed two days, continuing my devotions
earnestly. On Monday I went back to my colportage,
but that night I was taken with a sharp attack of
bronchitis, with high fever, and obliged to keep my
room at the hotel. The next day, finding the
matter serious, I sallied out and returned to the
house of her parents, and remained there while the
attack lasted. A naturally strong constitution
was my safety, and made light of what was really a
sharp attack of acute trouble, which kept me in the
house a considerable time, the care and happy charge
of my friend.
What any physician of minds would have foreseen took
place. She found in the attention to her patient
the diversion from all the train of past preoccupations,
and forgot in this absolutely novel situation the
old trouble. To the delight of the family she
began to take an interest in the affairs of the house,
and, though for years she had utterly neglected the
most trivial attention to her dress and personal appearance,
and had shown such a determinedly suicidal disposition
that her mother had been obliged to sleep in the same
bed with her to be able to watch her effectively,
she now became bright and cheerful and seemed her
old self again. From that time forward she rapidly
recovered, and when I went back to college we began
a close correspondence which was the beginning of
my real literary education, for her taste in literature
was excellent, if a little sentimental, and her criticisms
were so sound that in some respects they have never
lost their effect on my way of thinking and expressing
thought. She was persuaded to come to Schenectady
and pass the period of my next vacation in our family.