heart was awakened to sympathize with the ignorant, to pity the vulgar, to hope for the seemingly worthless, and to commune with the Divine Spirit of Creation, which cannot err, which never sleeps, which will not permit evil to be permanent, nor its aim of beauty in the smallest particular eventually to fail.’
WINTER IN BOSTON.
In the autumn of 1836 Margaret went to Boston, with the two-fold design of teaching Latin and French in Mr. Alcott's school, which was then highly prosperous, and of forming classes of young ladies in French, German, and Italian.
Her view of Mr. Alcott’s plan of education was thus hinted in a journal, one day, after she had been talking with him, and trying to place herself in his mental position: —
Mr. A. ‘O for the safe and natural way of Intuition!
I cannot grope like a mole in the gloomy passages of
experience. To the attentive spirit, the revelation
contained in books is only so far valuable as it comments
upon, and corresponds with, the universal revelation.
Yet to me, a being social and sympathetic by natural
impulse, though recluse and contemplative by training and
philosophy, the character and life of Jesus have spoken
more forcibly than any fact recorded in human history.
This story of incarnate Love has given me the key to
all mysteries, and showed me what path should be
taken in returning to the Fountain of Spirit. Seeing
that other redeemers have imperfectly fulfilled their
tasks, I have sought a new way. They all, it seemed
