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Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Carlyle's laugh and other surprises, VII: Henry David Thoreau (search)
chusetts, where he taught school and was for three years an inmate of the family of Ralph Waldo Emerson, practicing at various times the art of pencil-making — his father's occupation — and also of surveying, carpentering, and housekeeping. So identified was he with the place that Emerson speaks of it in one case as Thoreau's native town. Yet from that very familiarity, perhaps, the latter was underestimated by many of his neighbors, as was the case in Edinburgh with Sir Walter Scott, as Mrs. Grant of Laggan describes. When I was endeavoring, about 1870, to persuade Thoreau's sister to let some one edit his journals, I invoked the aid of Judge Hoar, then lord of the manor in Concord, who heard me patiently through, and then said: Whereunto? You have not established the preliminary point. Why should any one wish to have Thoreau's journals printed? Ten years later, four successive volumes were made out of these journals by the late H. G. O. Blake, and it became a question if the
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Carlyle's laugh and other surprises, chapter 21 (search)
glish, French, Italian, German, Greek, Our many-gifted President can speak. Wit, Wisdom, world-wide Knowledge grace her tongue And she is only Eighty-six years young! Nathan Haskell Dole. How to be gracious? How to be true? Poet, and Seer, and Woman too? To crown with Spring the Winter's brow? Here is the answer: this is Howe. Mary Elizabeth Blake. If man could change the universe By force of epigrams in verse, He'd smash some idols, I allow, But who would alter Mrs. Howe? Robert Grant. Lady who lovest and who livest Peace, And yet didst write Earth's noblest battle song At Freedom's bidding,--may thy fame increase Till dawns the warless age for which we long! Frederic Lawrence Knowles. Dot oldt Fader Time must be cutting some dricks, Vhen he calls our goot Bresident's age eighty-six. An octogeranium! Who would suppose? My dear Mrs. Julia Ward Howe,der time goes! Yawcob Strauss (Charles Follen Adams). You, who are of the spring, To whom Youth's joys must cl
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Carlyle's laugh and other surprises, chapter 24 (search)
ion for the [General] Grants. He is a much more noticeable man than I expected, and I should think his head would attract attention anywhere, and Richard Greenough [the sculptor] thought the same — and so imperturbable — without even a segar! Mrs. Grant I found intelligent and equable. . . . Sherman was there, too, the antipodes of Grant; nervous and mobile, looking like a country schoolmaster. He said to Bryant, in my hearing, Yes, indeed! I know Mr. Bryant; he's one of the veterans! When Grant; nervous and mobile, looking like a country schoolmaster. He said to Bryant, in my hearing, Yes, indeed! I know Mr. Bryant; he's one of the veterans! When I was a boy at West Point he was a veteran. He used to edit a newspaper then! This quite ignored Mr. Bryant's poetic side, which Sherman possibly may not have quite enjoyed. Far more interesting than this, I thought, was a naval reception where Farragut was given profuse honors, yet held them all as a trivial pleasure compared to an interview with his early teacher, Mr. Charles Folsom, the superintendent of the University Printing-Office at Cambridge. To him the great admiral returned aga
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Carlyle's laugh and other surprises, XXIV. a half-century of American literature (1857-1907） (search)
e and disappear, like the flash of a revolving light; you must make the most of it while you have it. The highways of literature are spread over, said Holmes, with the shells of dead novels, each of which has been swallowed at a mouthful by the public, and is done with. In America, as in England, the leading literary groups are just now to be found less among the poets than among the writers of prose fiction. Of these younger authors, we have in America such men as Winston Churchill, Robert Grant, Hamlin Garland, Owen Wister, Arthur S. Pier, and George Wasson; any one of whom may at any moment surprise us by doing something better than the best he has before achieved. The same promise of a high standard is visible in women, among whom may be named not merely those of maturer standing, as Harriet Prescott Spofford, who is the leader, but her younger sisters, Mary Wilkins Freeman, Edith Wharton, and Josephine Preston Peabody. The drama also is advancing with rapid steps, and is li
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 9: no. 13
Chestnut Street
, Boston 1864; aet. 45 (search)
ent word on the subject:-- The raffle business is, I suppose, the great humbug of occasions of this kind. It seems to me very much like taking a front tooth from a certain number of persons in order to make up a set of teeth for a party who wants it and who does not want to pay for it. We should like to linger over the pages of the Boatswain's Whistle ; to quote from James Freeman Clarke's witty dialogues, Edward Everett's stately periods, Dr. Holmes's sparkling verse; to describe General Grant, the prize ox, white as driven snow and weighing 3900 pounds, presented by the owner to President Lincoln and by him to the fair. Did we not see him drawn in triumph through Boston streets on an open car, and realize in an instant-fresh from our Wonder-book --what Europa's bull looked like? But of all the treasures of the little paper. we must content ourselves with this dispatch:-- Allow me to wish you a great success. With the old fame of the navy made bright by the presen
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 10: the wider outlookv1865; aet. 46 (search)
Stir the ships at their grim ice-moorings The summer passes by. I would enter court and hovel, Forgetful of mien or dress, With a treasure that all should ask for, An errand that all should bless. I seek for thy words, my Master, With a spelling vexed and slow: With scanty illuminations In an alphabet of woe. But while I am searching, scanning A lesson none ask to hear, My life writeth out thy sentence Divinely just and dear. J. W. H. The war was nearly over, and all hearts were with Grant and Lee in their long duel before Richmond. Patriotism and philosophy together ruled our mother's life in these days; the former more apparent in her daily walk among us, the latter in the quiet hours with her Journal. The Journal for 1865 is much fuller than that of 1864; the record of events is more regular, and we find more and more reflection, meditation, and speculation. The influence of Kant is apparent; the entries become largely notes of study, to take final shape in lectures a
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 11: no. 19
Boylston place
: later Lyrics --1866; aet. 47 (search)
ed friend of our mother. and Foley Margaret Foley, the sculptor. are to dine with me at 5.30. Went out at 10 A. M. to take Foley to see [William] Hunt, whom we found in his studio in a queer knitted coat. He showed an unfinished head of General Grant, in which it struck me that the eyes looked like the two scales of a balance in which men and events could be weighed. The Journal for 1866 opens with a Latin aspiration: Quod bonus, felix, faustusque sit hic annus mihi et meis amicis dileght that she might have some influence in obtaining the mission: accordingly she went to Washington, anxious to help if she might. She saw the President of the Senate, who promised support. While there she writes: Governor Andrew took me to General Grant's, where I saw the General, with great satisfaction. Prayed at bedtime that I might not become a superficial sham and humbug. Hearing that Charles Sumner had sought her at the house of Mrs. Eames, she sent a message to him by a common fri
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 15: Santo Domingo 1872-1874; aet. 53-56 (search)
With rough and frowzy head.” “The dirt was crusted on his skin, His muddy feet were bare; The cook gave victuals from within; I cursed his coming there.” What sorrow, silvered with a smile, Slides o'er the face divine? What tenderest whisper thrills rebuke? “The beggar-boy was mine!” J. W. H. We must go back a little to tell another story. In the winter of 1870-71 the Republic of Santo Domingo sent through its president an urgent request for annexation to the United States. President Grant appointed a commission to visit this island republic, to inquire into its conditions and report upon the question. Of this commission Dr. Howe was one, the others being Messrs. Benjamin Wade and Andrew D. White. The commissioners sailed on the government steamer Tennessee. At parting the Doctor said, Remember that you cannot hear from us under a month; so do not be frightened at our long silence. A week later came reports of a severe storm in the Southern seas. A large stea
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 1: Europe revisited--1877; aet. 58 (search)
ce she said to me, Mrs. Howe, your quadrille is ready for you. See what company you are to have. I looked and beheld General Grant and M. Gambetta, who led out Mrs. Grant, while her husband had Mrs. Healy for his partner in the quadrille of honor.Mrs. Grant, while her husband had Mrs. Healy for his partner in the quadrille of honor.... Marshal MacMahon was at this time President of the French Republic. I attended an evening reception given by him in honor of General and Mrs. Grant. Our host was supposed to be at the head of the Bonapartist faction, and I heard some rumors of General and Mrs. Grant. Our host was supposed to be at the head of the Bonapartist faction, and I heard some rumors of an intended coup daetat which should bring back imperialism and place Plon-Plon [the nickname for Prince Napoleon] on the throne.... I remember Marshal MacMahon as a man of medium height, with no very distinguishing feature. He was dressed in unifoMrs. Grant. Our host was supposed to be at the head of the Bonapartist faction, and I heard some rumors of an intended coup daetat which should bring back imperialism and place Plon-Plon [the nickname for Prince Napoleon] on the throne.... I remember Marshal MacMahon as a man of medium height, with no very distinguishing feature. He was dressed in uniform and wore many decorations. During this visit to Paris, our mother consorted largely with the men and women she had met at the Geneva Congress. She takes leave of Paris with these words: Better than the filled trunk and empty purse, which usua
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 11: eighty years 1899-1900; aet. 80-81 (search)
ther Goose's when the pie was opened, the birds began to sing. so when Edward Everett Hale came forward with me and introduced me as the youngest person in the hall, I said, ladies and gentlemen, I shall prove the truth of what our reverend friend has just said, by citing a quotation from mother Goose [ when the pie was opened, etc.], and the first bird that I shall introduce will be Rev. E. E. Hale. beginning thus, I introduced T. W. Higginson as the great American Eagle; Judge [Robert] Grant as a mocking-bird; C. F. Adams as the trained German canary who sings all the songs of Yawcob Strauss; C. G. Ames said, you must n't call me an owl. I brought him forward and said, my dear minister says that I must not call him an owl, and I will not; only the owl is the bird of wisdom and he is very wise. I introduced Mrs. Moulton as a nightingale. For Trowbridge I could think of nothing and said, this bird will speak for himself. introduced N. H. Dole as a bird rarely seen, the phoenix
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