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Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Letters and Journals of Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Chapter 2: the Worcester period (search)
pany tents, with the walls all hung with little carpetbags; and elderly women (not hanging up) packing up duds with tears streaming. . . . I, willing to join in any innocent amusement, took a hand at a round game of spiritual rappings, but withdrew (as usual) with small winnings. It seemed queer to be in the midst of these two parties of seekers after the mysteries of another sphere, and both rather forgetting this world for it; and as I came out of the house to the dim evening view of Nahant and the sea horizon, I was rather glad that we do not learn too fast, but have time to digest as we go along. Again, he wrote: I had a nice time on Sunday at Plymouth. They have a sort of come-outer society there, partially Buddhist, you would perhaps think, who are having a series of meetings on Sundays, at which different persons officiate, sometimes clerical, sometimes lay. They meet at Leyden Hall (a good Pilgrim Association) and have for their motto old John Robinson's saying to
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Letters and Journals of Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Chapter 3: Journeys (search)
nt to be seated in the woods and have Darley's sketches passed about: some fine figures of guides and Indians at Moosehead. . . . Kensett came for a day with Tom Appleton, the renowned, Mrs. Longfellow's brother; Curtis, Mot Natelpha, a famous wit and connoisseur; he it was who said, Good Americans, when they die, go to Paris. August, 1860 The [boarding] house was further enlivened last night by the presence of Mr. Longfellow's son and heir . . . who with a companion sailed round from Nahant. Late in the evening — that is, probably so near the small hours as half-past 9--he was heard in the entry, rousing the echoes with the unwonted cry of Landlord! and when at last Mary Moody or some similar infant appeared, it appeared that they desired pen, ink, paper, and postage stamps. Mary thinks they had run away from their nurses and wished to send word home. We have decided that Americans think their own race so beautiful, something must be done to disguise it; and bathing is tak