Those good people who have followed
me thus far will see that a woman’s part in
a revolution is a very poor part to play. There
is little hazard and no glory in it.
The day we made Southampton, as we
stood, a number of Reformers and Reformers’
wives, on the ‘Norham’s’ deck, one
of the gentlemen who had come to welcome us asked:
‘Mrs. Hammond, what did you do in the
revolution?’
‘She helped us bear our trouble,’
said Lionel Phillips, and his words were sweet praise
to my ears.
A few weeks later, in my lovely English
home, a third son was born to us. There was something
very appropriate in this child of war-times being
first consigned to the professional arms of a Miss
Gunn.
‘He is perfect,’ were
his father’s first words to me as he leaned over
the new-born infant, and every mother will know all
that meant to me.