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Elias Nason, The Life and Times of Charles Sumner: His Boyhood, Education and Public Career., Chapter 8: (search)
and evil report, in any future combinations of party,--then may my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth!--may my right hand forget its cunning! In the summer of this year, Mr. Sumner was called to lament the loss of his brother Horace, who was drowned in his endeavor to escape from the wreck of the ship Elizabeth, which was driven by a violent gale upon the beach of Fire Island early in the morning of the 16th of July. He was of a poetical temperament, and had been residing at Rome and Florence, for the sake of regaining his health, in the family of the gifted Margaret Fuller d'ossoli, who, on the 17th of May, with her husband, their child Angelo, and Mr. Sumner, embarked at Leghorn for New York. On the 15th of July the ship arrived in sight of land on the Jersey coast; but, the wind arising during the night, it was driven past Rockaway, and, early the next morning, struck upon the sand, and soon went to pieces in full sight of the people on the shore. In attempting to reach the
Elias Nason, The Life and Times of Charles Sumner: His Boyhood, Education and Public Career., Chapter 19: (search)
ing Ellen's Isle, painted by a colored artist. In the dining-room was a bas-relief of Christ as the Good Shepherd, taken from the Catacombs of Rome. Among countless curiosities in his study, there was a photograph of John Bright, plainly framed, which was once owned by Mr. Lincoln. Among his other treasures of art were an Ecce Homo, after Guido Reni; The Miracle of the slave, by Tintoretto (bequeathed to his friend J. B. Smith); a portrait by Sir Peter Lely; and pictures of the Giotto of Florence, the grand staircase of Versailles, and the facade of the Louvre. These last three things, said Mr. Sumner to a friend, are perfect. When I come home from the senate tired and cross, I like to look at them: it comforts me to think there is something perfect and above criticism. Of his rarest literary treasures was an illuminated prayer-book of Margaret of Anjou, which cost three hundred dollars. The desk in which he was struck in the Senate was not the least interesting of his curiositie