Cornelia M. Stockton

A cheerful little room in the East wing of St. Margaret's Hospital, Kansas City, Kansas; an invalid chair wheeled up to a window over looking the street; and the eager, expectant face and the warm hand clasp of the occupant, Mrs. Cornelia M. Stockton, assures the visitor of a hearty welcome.

Greatly enfeebled by long illness and with impaired sight, this bright, little woman's keen interest in current events and the latest "best seller'' puts to shame the half-hearted zeal of the average woman.

For four years, Mrs. Stockton has lived at St. Margaret's, depending upon the visits of friends and the memory of an eventful life to pass the days. Prominence in club work in her earlier years has brought reward. The History Club of Kansas City, Kansas, of which she was once a member, each week sends a member to read to her and these are red letter days to this brave, patient, little woman.

Mrs. Stockton began writing very young. When a little girl, back in the village of Walden,
New York, she stole up to the pulpit of the church and wrote in her pastor's Bible:
   

In 1892, she published a limited edition of poems, "The Shanar Dancing Girl and Other Poems.'' dedicated to Mrs. Bertha M. Honore Palmer, her ideal of the perfect type of gracious and lovely womanhood. "The Shanar Dancing Girl'' was first written for the Friends in Council, a literary club of Kansas City, Mo. It has received the encomiums of Thomas Bailey Aldrich, John J. Ingalls and others for its beauty of expression and dramatic qualities. "Invocation,'' an April idyl; "The Sea-shell;'' and "Mountain Born'' sing of the love of nature. "In the Conservatory;'' "My Summer Heart;'' and "Tired of the Storm'' hint of sorrow and unrest and longing. Then in 1886, "Compensation'' was written. "Irma's Love For The King'' is a favorite; also, " `Sold'--A Picture,'' written for her daughter, "yes, but she never came.

"The Sorrowful Stone'' Mrs. Stockton considers her best.
  

"From a Poem `Vagaries' '' warns of  
--the product of the age and clime,
We do too much! grow old before our time,

Yet--would we stray to Morning Hills again?
Unlearn sad prophecies, and dream as then!

Ah, no! with sense of peace the shadows creep,
There droppeth on tired eyes the spell of sleep--

We left the dawn long leagues behind, and stand,
Waiting and wistful in the Evening Land!

The patient Nurse of Destiny, at best,
Leads us like children to the needed rest!

A ghostly wind puts out our little light,
And we have bid the busy world "Good Night!''

Mrs. Stockton was married twice. Her first husband was the father of her two sons, one of whom, Dr. Henry M. Downs, in his practice, came often to St. Margaret's. The second marriage, as the wife of the late Judge John S. Stockton, was a very happy one. Last year, a brother the only surviving member of her family, died, leaving Mrs. Stockton the last of a family of five children. The two sons have also passed into the Great Beyond.

In her younger days, she contributed many poems and some prose to newspapers and magazines over the name of Cora M. Downs.

Ex-Gov. St. John appointed her one of the regents of the University of Kansas.

Her beautiful poem: "In Memoriam'' to Sarah Walter Chandler Coates was her last.

" We seem like children,' she was wont to say,
`Talking of what we cannot understand,'
And in the dark or daylight, all the way,
Holding so trustfully a Father's hand.
And this was her religion, not to dwell
On tenets, creeds, or doctrines, but to live
On a pure faith, and striving to do well
The simple duties that each hour should give.''
 

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