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America Pinkney (search for this): chapter 2
e has called Columbia Washington, another America Pinkney, and a third Britannia Wellington. What se, they proceeded to a case in which Dexter, Pinkney, and Emmett were counsel. It was a high treau, to hear these three lawyers in one cause. Pinkney opened it as junior counsel to Emmett; and itl, perhaps, begin to form some idea of what Mr. Pinkney is. He spoke about an hour, and was follantagonists; then went on to admit all that Mr. Pinkney had said, and to show that it had nothing trhaps equally exact and perspicuous; and if Mr. Pinkney was more formally logical, and Mr. Dexter m read elaborate opinions. During this time Mr. Pinkney was very restless, frequently moved his sean there, wherever he may have learnt it. Mr. Pinkney replied in a few words of cold and inefficih talents and success. The case in which Mr. Pinkney and Mr. Emmett came into collision, describ letter, in which Mr. Dexter was opposed to Mr. Pinkney and Mr. Emmett, must have been The Frances,
Zimmerman (search for this): chapter 2
n they are now. Books were scarce, and there were no large libraries rich with the spoils of learning. But a taste for reading and a love of knowledge were generally diffused, and there were few homes of those in comfortable circumstances where there was not at least a closetful of good books. These were carefully, almost reverently, read; and such reading was productive of sound intellectual growth. Johnson was the favorite author in prose, and Pope in verse. Hervey's Meditations and Zimmerman on Solitude were popular books, and the glittering monotony of Darwin found admirers and imitators. Few were rich, and none were very poor. The largest estates were not more than what would now be deemed a modest competence. Political independence and popular government were of too recent a date to have wholly effaced the social customs of a colonial period. A certain line of distinction was drawn between men, according to their wealth and station. Magistrates, men in authority, the
Geo Ticknor (search for this): chapter 2
ness, or remind him of his debt. You will gather from these desultory and diffuse remarks, that I was very much delighted with Mr. Jeffrey. . . . . All that he knew —and, as far as I could judge, his learning is more extensive than that of any man I ever met—seemed completely incorporated and identified with his own mind; and I cannot, perhaps, give you a better idea of the readiness with which he commanded it, and of the consequent facility and fluency of his conversation, than by saying, with Mr. Ames, that he poured it out like water. You have by this time, I suspect, heard enough of Mr. Jeffrey; at any rate, it is a great deal more than I thought I should send you when I began, as soon as I received yours. I was very soon interrupted. The next day was Edward Everett's ordination, but still I wrote a little. Yesterday I added another page, and this morning (February 11) have finished it. I hope it has coherence and consistency. . . . . Yours affectionately, Geo Ticknor
Samuel G. Perkins (search for this): chapter 2
had been printed for fifty years,—though he talked very freely of the natural impossibility that one generation should bind another to pay a public debt, and of the expediency of vesting all the legislative authority of a State in one branch, and the executive authority in another, and leaving them to govern it by joint discretion,—I considered such opinions simply as curious indicia of an extraordinary character. Georgetown, February 19, 1815. . . . . This evening, Mr. Sullivan, Colonel Perkins, and myself passed delightfully at Mr. Thomas Peter's, who married Miss Nellie Custis, granddaughter of Mrs. Washington, whom you see in the picture of The Washington Family. They are both of the Boston stamp in politics; and while Mr. Peter, as an extraordinary treat for an extraordinary occasion, regaled the delegates with a bottle of wine from General Washington's cellar, Mrs. Peter gave me an account of her grandfather's mode of life and intercourse with his family. He rose at six
Edward T. Channing (search for this): chapter 2
lergyman, yet the stern faith of the Puritan settlers of New England held very general sway. Dr. Channing, Mr. Norton, and Mr. Buckminster, the real founders of liberal Christianity in New England, were in their childhood,—Dr. Channing, the oldest of them, having been born in 1780. And with the Puritan faith there lingered something of the Puritan spirit, which threw a shade of gravity and sternl to the autobiography. They were all written to his parents, except one to his friend, Mr. Edward T. Channing. To Mr. E. Ticknor. New York, December 31, 1814. I devoted the greater part to whose sect, you know, she once belonged. . . . At eight o'clock I took my leave. To Edward T. Channing, Boston. Georgetown, D. C., January 22, 1815. At the Headquarters of the assembled wisilkes, of New York, he crossed the ocean to seek her for his wife, and won her. To Edward T. Channing. Essex St., April, 1812, 11 P. M. dear Ned,—By Jove, you are a rare one! Nature may r
William B. Astor (search for this): chapter 2
untry, was attended with wretched discomforts, of which those who were born in an age of railroads can have no conception. He felt that he ought not to go abroad without seeing something more of his own country than he had yet done; and he also hoped, in the course of his journey, to fall in with persons who had been in Europe and could give him information as to its universities and means of study. In the course of his journey Mr. Ticknor met at dinner, and I believe sat next to, Mr. William B. Astor, who, having recently returned home after a long residence in Germany, could have given him most valuable information as to its universities and teachers. But, unluckily, Mr. Ticknor was not aware of the fact, and the conversation did not take such a turn as to open the subject; and so the opportunity passed by unimproved, to his great regret when he learned what he had lost. His letters during this journey form a natural sequel to the autobiography. They were all written to his par
John Randolph (search for this): chapter 2
d and hung with pictures of merit. But what was more to me than his table or his fortune, John Randolph is his guest for some weeks. The instant I entered the room my eyes rested on his lean and ner were introduced to the grown members of his family. These are his only remaining child, Mrs. Randolph, her husband, Colonel Randolph, and the two oldest of their unmarried children, Thomas JeffeColonel Randolph, and the two oldest of their unmarried children, Thomas Jefferson and Ellen; and I assure you I have seldom met a pleasanter party. The evening passed away pleasantly in general conversation, of which Mr. Jefferson was necessarily the leader. I shall probabh occurred while we were at Monticello should not be passed by. The night before we left, young Randolph came up late from Charlottesville, and brought the astounding news that the English had been defast I found he had not yet seen it. One morning, when he came back from his ride, he told Mr. Randolph, very quietly, that the dam had been carried away the night before. From his manner, I suppo
Montesquieu (search for this): chapter 2
great dam was gone, and it would cost $30,000 to rebuild it. There is a breathing of notional philosophy in Mr. Jefferson,—in his dress, his house, his conversation. His setness, for instance, in wearing very sharp toed shoes, corduroy small-clothes, and red plush waistcoat, which have been laughed at till he might perhaps wisely have dismissed them. So, though he told me he thought Charron, De la Sagesse, the best treatise on moral philosophy ever written, and an obscure Review of Montesquieu, by Dupont de Nemours, the best political work that had been printed for fifty years,—though he talked very freely of the natural impossibility that one generation should bind another to pay a public debt, and of the expediency of vesting all the legislative authority of a State in one branch, and the executive authority in another, and leaving them to govern it by joint discretion,—I considered such opinions simply as curious indicia of an extraordinary character. Georgetown, Februar<
Homer (search for this): chapter 2
had to call Adam the goodliest man of men since born his sons. The cases, you must confess, are parallel, and, to save your feelings, literary vanity, etc., etc., I will acknowledge that the case of Milton is the strongest and most obvious. Homer, however, settles the whole question. He says that Thetis went to heaven and implored Jupiter to honor her son, telling him, as a motive, that his life would be very short. But, on your ground, how could he be the most short-lived of the rest? The loveliest youth of all the Grecian race. I suppose you are convinced against your will; and I know from Hudibras what I am to expect in such a case; but still, in spite of precedent and authority, I calculate on your submission to Horace, Homer, Milton, and George Ticknor! Vive atque vale. To Charles S. Daveis, Portland. Boston, February 8, 1814. If all the world had their deserts, said the heir-apparent of Denmark in my hearing last night, who should escape whipping? And so, m
Elisha Ticknor (search for this): chapter 2
e autobiography. They were all written to his parents, except one to his friend, Mr. Edward T. Channing. To Mr. E. Ticknor. New York, December 31, 1814. I devoted the greater part of this morning to Fulton's steam machinery. The first de me think better of his heart than I had before. At table he talked little, but ate and smoked a great deal. To Mr. E. Ticknor. Georgetown, D. C., January 17, 1815. As we drew near to the metropolis I got out and rode forward with the drivepossible to foresee what will be the next measure, it is easy to believe that it will be violent and desperate. To Mr. E. Ticknor. Port tobacco, Maryland, January 26, 1815. We left Washington the 24th, just at sunrise, and drove five miles to nd you, my dear mother, look down a little on the pet your indulgence has made.— but now I can answer you both. To Mr. E. Ticknor. Richmond, February 1, 1815. You will expect from me some account of Mr. Wickham, and of the Chief Justice of the
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