She said, "It seemed as though Mr. Ware was always going off on a
journey for his health, and that Mrs. Ware was always going after him
to bring him home"; if we remember this statement, and add the fact
that these calls came more than once when Mrs. Ware was on the sick
list herself, we shall be able greatly to shorten our history.

This was the end of Mr. Ware's parish work. He was nursed through the
winter and, in early spring, Mrs. Ware left her baby and took her
invalid husband abroad, in pursuit of health, spending a year and a
half in England, Holland, Switzerland, and Italy. It was, she
afterward said, the most trying period of her life. Mr. Ware
alternated between being fairly comfortable and very miserable, so
that these Memoirs say "He enjoyed much, but suffered more." Still the
travels would be interesting if we had time to follow them.

Near the close of the first year abroad, Mrs. Ware's second child was
born in Rome, and, although this was as she would have said,
"providential," never was a child less needed in a family. Mrs. Ware
had then two babies on her hands, and of these, her invalid husband
was the greater care. In the following August, Mrs. Ware arrived in
Boston with her double charge, and had the happiness to know that Mr.
Ware was somewhat better in health than when he left home, a year and
a half before.

His parish, during his absence, had been in the care of a colleague,
no other than the Rev. Ralph Waldo Emerson. If you remember the New
Year's Eve sermon of Mr. Ware, it will be evident that he must have
left behind him a very conservative parish, and you will not be
surprised that in about four years, Mr. Emerson found his chains
intolerable.

Mr. Ware had been invited to a professorship in the Harvard Divinity
School, and it was to this and not to his parish that he returned. For
the steady, one might say monotonous, duties of his professorship, Mr.
Ware's health was generally sufficient. The lecture room did not exact
the several hundred parish calls then demanded by a large city church,
nor the exhausting effort which Mr. Ware and Dr. Channing put into the
delivery of a sermon; and the lectures, once prepared, could be
delivered and re-delivered from year to year. Real leisure was
impossible to one of Mr. Ware's temperament, but here was a life of
comparative leisure; and for Mrs. Ware, who shared all the joys and
sorrows of her husband, the twelve years that follow brought a settled