BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH 
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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. 
