Tempest-Tossed. Susan Campbell

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      When Isabella turned four, the family left Litchfield and moved to Boston. Once again, Lyman Beecher could not provide for his growing family on his annual salary (this time, $800), but on a broader scale Litchfield had become too small for Lyman’s aspirations — and he believed the larger city was more in need of his ministrations. In his view, Boston had left Calvinism for a mushy, more liberal theology that was anathema to Beecher’s fire and brimstone. In Boston, in particular, “the wealth and fashion … were to be found in the Unitarian churches, while the literary men and the professors at Harvard College were all committed to the new way of thinking.”¹⁴ In fact, Harvard had become so universally Unitarian that Yale University was created from Yale College as an antidote.¹⁵

      His Boston arrival was greeted as a burst of energy to the Hanover Street Congregational Church.¹⁶ But first, the church would have to get over its first impression of its new minister. One observer watched Lyman arrive with wife Harriet: “My first glimpse of the noted preacher, whose fame had reached our ears, was had one autumnal Sabbath morning as he rode up to the door of our new and elegant church, with his wife, in a poor country chaise covered with white cotton cloth. The horse and the minister were both alike very unattractive as well as the chaise.”¹⁷ Like Isabella, the church was just four years old, having been organized in 1822 with thirty-seven members and led by a series of itinerant ministers.¹⁸

      The early disappointment of the congregation was not alleviated when Beecher took over the pulpit with such “unceremonious freedom that our Boston sense of propriety stood abashed!”¹⁹ For all of Litchfield’s relative sophistication, this minister was hardly refined. He was loud. He was nearly theatrical — though nothing like ministers who would follow him. But Lyman was a born orator, and the congregation could not withstand its new preacher’s rhetorical fervor. Before the sun set on his first day, the old horse and chaise were forgotten. Lyman Beecher’s three sermons that day kept the congregation talking for the rest of the week, and the fire burned unabated. The Bostonians found themselves drawn to their new pastor, who would delight them with statements such as “Brethren, it is my business to draw the bow, yours to see where the arrow strikes and to bring in the wounded.”²⁰

      Later, the Reverend Artemas Bullard, a Hanover member, said “there was no minister in New England so uniformly dreaded and hated” by some Christians.²¹ He and other “champions of orthodoxy thundered their challenge” so loudly that his church was said to inhabit “Brimstone Corner.” Wrote one resident of the day, “We boys had been told, and seriously believed, that if we would thrust a match through the keyhole of the front door of this church it would ignite from the sulphurous fumes inside. We tried more than once to accomplish this feat, but found the theory, like many another in life, did not work.”²²

      In the meantime, Isabella was enrolled in Lowell Mason’s juvenile class at the Boston Academy of Music, where she learned to sing before she learned to read, as she wrote years later in a 1905 essay for Connecticut magazine titled “The Last of the Beechers: Memories on My Eighty-Third Birthday.” Mason, perhaps the most famous native-born musician in the country in midcentury, sought to educate music teachers, and he wrote a popular instruction manual just a few years after Isabella became one of his students.²³ His collections of sacred music were classics, and he was able to accumulate a small fortune based on the sales. Lyman Beecher campaigned for his move to Hanover to shore up the choir.²⁴ In exchange for the use of the church facilities, where Mason was organist and choir director, Mason often gave music lessons for free.²⁵ It was just one more way Lyman Beecher managed to barter for the free (or inexpensive) education of his children.

      While Lyman blazed against the threats of the newer, more liberal theology, his wife was growing increasingly incapacitated. Her letters to family and friends were more and more morose, and she wrote with feeling about her desire to meet her Lord. Already in retreat from her motherly and wifely duties, Harriet Porter Beecher found the demands of her husband’s new job and a new home to be too burdensome, and in 1825 she suffered a stroke that further removed her from family activities. By the time of Isabella’s seventh birthday, her mother was all but bedridden.²⁶

      The invalid woman in the bed upstairs, then, was the mother that Isabella knew, and she would have absorbed the sometimes dismissive or worse comments of her older siblings, who continually compared this timid and ill woman with the boisterous and lively Roxanna. Lyman himself appears to have conflated his first two wives, and he frequently referred to Roxanna as the mother of all his children, as if his second wife had been only a shadow. As an adult, Isabella wrote to her husband that she feared being someone like her mother, “a trial to my husband — and children — a nervous, fidgety [sic] old woman causing gloom in the house instead of sunshine.”²⁷ Much of her memories of her mother seems lifted from the pen of her older half-sister Harriet, who called Harriet Porter a “strange princess.”²⁸ Henry Ward was more blunt. He called her “polished” but “cold.”²⁹