BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH 107 



My soul did fold, 



And froze each heart's drop to ice, 



Drop by drop 



That heart was changed to one great stalactite. 



Thoughts for words too deep, 



Eyes too dim to weep, 



Heart too sad to break 



Yet in breaking only will come rest! 



It was, after all, the demand of her nature to give and to share 

 affection. This is shown in a brief sentence in one of her note- 

 books, where she says: "Especial kindness and sympathy on 

 the part of my family and friends. I have never known of 

 such evidences of affection." 



She was deeply interested in Philosophy; her reading of 

 Lotze and Rosmini, of Ferrier and Maurice, of Spinoza and 

 Hegel was wide and thorough. She was always ready to dis- 

 cuss the deepest questions, and a sympathetic interlocutor 

 always caused her mind to work with lucid activity. She was 

 equally fond of poetry, especially of Browning and Whitman, 

 but also of Dante and Shelley such was her breadth of 

 range. 



It seems one of the strange and inexplicable measures of 

 the Power that rules this world that such a woman, just on the 

 threshold of a most beneficent activity, where her work would 

 have been of inestimable value, should be snatched away. 

 One cannot call her life wasted, for what she had already 

 accomplished must forever be an inspiration to all who knew 

 her or knew what she had done and was doing. Her utterances 

 in behalf of freedom for woman, her union of many accom- 

 plishments with a strict scientific spirit, her pioneer work in 

 securing for her sex many advantages which, had it not been 

 for her, might have been much longer delayed, her sweetness 

 of disposition and charm of personality, make her life a power 

 that will never cease to be felt in the world. 



NATHAN HASKELL DOLE. 



