hot shot into Gov. Wise."

In 1863, after saying that she is "childish enough to talk to the
picture of a baby that is being washed," she writes her friend, Mrs.
Shaw, "But you must not suppose that I live for amusement. On the
contrary I work like a beaver the whole time. Just now I am making a
hood for a poor neighbor; last week I was making flannels for the
hospital; odd minutes are filled up ravelling lint; every string that
I can get sight of I pull for poor Sambo. I write to the _Tribune_
about him; I write to the _Transcript_ about him; I write to private
individuals about him; and I write to the President and members of
Congress about him; I write to Western Virginia and Missouri about
him; and I get the articles published too. This shows what progress
the cause of freedom is making." Not everything went to her mind
however. If we think there has been a falling from grace in the public
life of our generation, it may do us good to read what she says in
1863: "This war has furnished many instances of individual nobility,
but our national record is mean."

In 1864, she published "Looking Toward Sunset," a book designed to
"present old people with something wholly cheerful." The entire
edition was exhausted during the holiday season; 4,000 copies were
sold and more called for. All her profits on the book, she devoted to
the freedmen, sending $400 as a first instalment. Not only that, but
she prepared a volume called "The Freedman's Book," which she printed
at an expense of $600, and distributed among the freedmen 1200 copies
at her own cost. She once sent Wendell Phillips a check of $100 for
the freedmen, and when he protested that it was more than she could
afford, she consented to "think it over." The next day, she made her
contribution $200. She contributed $20 a year to the American
Missionary Association toward the support of a teacher for the
freedmen, and $50 a year to the Anti-Slavery Society. A lady wished,
through Mr. Phillips, to give Mrs. Child several thousand dollars for
her comfort. Mrs. Child declined the favor, but was persuaded to
accept it, and then scrupulously gave away the entire income in
charity. It is evident she might have made herself very comfortable,
if it had not given her so much more pleasure to make someone else
comfortable.

Her dress, as neat and clean as that of a Quakeress, was quite as
plain and far from the latest style. A stranger meeting her in a stage
coach mistook her f