iers gave us. We
are going to sew for them in our society and get the garments all cut
from the older ladies' society. They work every day in one of the rooms
of the court house and cut out garments and make them and scrape lint
and roll up bandages. They say they will provide us with all the
garments we will make. We are going to write notes and enclose them in
the garments to cheer up the soldier boys. It does not seem now as
though I could give up any one who belonged to me. The girls in our
society say that if any of the members do send a soldier to the war they
shall have a flag bed quilt, made by the society, and have the girls'
names on the stars.

_May_ 20.--I recited "Scott and the Veteran" to-day at school, and Mary
Field recited, "To Drum Beat and Heart Beat a Soldier Marches By"; Anna
recited "The Virginia Mother." Every one learns war poems nowadays.
There was a patriotic rally in Bemis Hall last night and a quartette
sang, "The Sword of Bunker Hill" and "Dixie" and "John Brown's Body Lies
a Mouldering in the Grave," and many other patriotic songs. We have one
West Point cadet, Albert M. Murray, who is in the thick of the fight,
and Charles S. Coy represents Canandaigua in the navy.

[Illustration: The Ontario Female Seminary]

_June,_ 1861.--At the anniversary exercises, Rev. Samuel M. Hopkins of
Auburn gave the address. I have graduated from Ontario Female Seminary
after a five years course and had the honor of receiving a diploma from
the courtly hands of General John A. Granger. I am going to have it
framed and handed down to my grandchildren as a memento, not exactly of
sleepless nights and midnight vigils, but of rising betimes, at what
Anna calls the crack of dawn. She likes that expression better than
daybreak. I heard her reciting in the back chamber one morning about 4
o'clock and listened at the door. She was saying in the most nonchalant
manner: "Science and literature in England were fast losing all traces
of originality, invention was discouraged, research unvalued and the
examination of nature proscribed. It seemed to be generally supposed
that the treasure accumulated in the preceding ages was quite sufficient
for all national purposes and that the only duty which authors had to
perform was to reproduce what had thus been accumulated, adorned with
all the graces of polished style. Tameness and monotony naturally result
from a slavish adherence to all arbitrary rules and every branch of
li