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Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 2, Chapter 23: return to his profession.—1840-41.—Age, 29-30. (search)
h my business till Monday: so, Tuesday morning, I shall leave for Hudson; then across the country to Boston, stopping at Stockbridge for a few hours,—perhaps at Springfield, where some of my witnesses reside; perhaps I may be obliged to go to Hartford and New Haven. I am determined to gain this friction-match case. It is very impiends, and wished you were with me. And so ends the chronicle of a day . . . Boston, Oct. 6, 1841.—I came across the country, from Hudson via; Pittsfield and Springfield, home . . . . Longfellow has written a beautiful little poem,— Excelsior,—which I hope to send you, when it is published. . . . Webster passed through Bostonat to New Haven),—a very pretty place in the summer, embowered in trees, and the seat of a flourishing American university; then ascend the Connecticut River to Springfield, thence by railroad to Boston. Ever and ever yours, Charles Sumner. To Lord Morpeth, New York. Boston, Dec. 6, 1841. my dear Morpeth,—Yours of D
Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 2, Chapter 24: Slavery and the law of nations.—1842.—Age, 31. (search)
arles Sumner. To Longfellow he wrote, Aug. 20, 1842:— I have been away on a short journey with my two sisters, Mary and Julia, and have enjoyed not a little their enjoyment of life and new scenes. Howe started in company. We went to Springfield; thence made an excursion to Chicopee; thence to Lenox and Stockbridge, where I left the girls to ramble about, while Howe and I started on a journey to New York, including Hell Gate, where we passed the chief of our time. The Three Graces wefail to enjoy Catskill and West Point. They are both inexpressibly fine. I doubt if Theodore Sedgwick is at Stockbridge now. I wish you could see the hills of Berkshire, and the green shade which embowers the railroad between Pittsfield and Springfield; then the valley of the Connecticut,—at least, as far as Northampton, a lovely village. But Catskill and West Point are better worth seeing even than all these. Ever affectionately yours, Charles Sumner. To Lord Morpeth. Boston, Oct.
Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 2, chapter 30 (search)
cently written several little poems of great beauty. You will admire one in Graham's Magazine for May,—The Arsenal at Springfield,—an exquisite plea for peace. Another of these poems is suggested by a passage in Thierry, in which this eloquent hisrful letters to Mary. Ever yours, Chas. To his brother George. Boston, May 15, 1844. dear George,—Mary is at Springfield, and near pleasant friends; enjoys the alleys green and drives down to the river. But we are long without news of hern the serpent of religious bigotry, trying to hug our schools in its insidious coil. My sister Mary has returned from Springfield. She is more delicate and feeble; but her cheerful heart sees in the future pleasant visions—summer, autumn, winter, blessed will ripen with fruits of transcendent good. I hope you have enjoyed Longfellow's two poems,—The Arsenal at Springfield (noble in truth, and some verses exquisite in execution), and Nuremberg (perhaps unequalled in rhythm and artistic