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Mary Thacher Higginson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson: the story of his life, IV: the young pedagogue (search)
unsatisfactory position, Higginson decided to leave the school and to become a private tutor in the family of his cousin, Stephen H. Perkins, of Brookline. The last days at Jamaica Plain he thus describes:— February 28. School for the last time—. . . Bid the boys good-bye quite satisfactorily—they are really sorry to lose me, and I felt so too. . . . Had a delightful evening till near II packing—then home and worked like a horse till I—taking up the carpet and everything else. March 1. Rose before 6 and fixed things. . . .We got Mrs. Putnam's ladder and the wardrobe slid down very easily. Wentworth now went to his mother's in Cambridge for a few weeks, whence he wrote, An exquisite soft spring day which would have cheered the soul of a lobster–and it did mine. A few days later he added, Assumed my Cambridge state of mind. . . . I certainly intend to try—and not give way to the causeless melancholy I have occasionally fallen into heretofore, and resolved to
Mary Thacher Higginson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson: the story of his life, XVI: the crowning years (search)
no nourishment but milk. . . . I have done a great deal of reading and writing on this and some talking. Jan. 13. Per contra, had to give up the hope of working on the history in bed. I cannot handle the wide sheets or heavy books. It is a great disappointment. Feb. 6. Wedding Day celebrated, not unprosaically, by an Easter lily and a cup of mutton broth. Delicious! beyond my dreams! It is almost worth three months of milk alone to get the flavor of that first cup of broth. Mar. 1. I still remain with my head in perfect condition, able to write ad libitum. I enjoy life and have adapted myself wonderfully to my recumbent condition. Apr. 5. Beautiful Easter Sunday. Choir from church [First Parish] came and sang hymns—an entire surprise and delight. Colonel Higginson's own physician was confident of his recovery, although most of the profession who knew of his condition thought it impossible that a man of his age could revive. The consulting physician wrote