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George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard), Chapter 6: (search)
presence of Sir Humphry Davy, that he became eloquent . . . . The conversation turned much on South America, of which everybody has been talking in Paris since the publication of the Abbe de Pradt's book, in which he expresses the most sanguine expectation of its speedy emancipation. In these expectations and hopes all the republicans in Paris, with Mad. de Stael at their head, heartily join; but the Baron de Humboldt, though his wishes are the same, is by no means of the same opinion. April 26.—The two most interesting acquaintances I have in Paris, thus far, are Schlegel and Humboldt; and the manner of living adopted by both of them is original. Schlegel's is such, indeed, as partly to account for his success as a man of letters, and as a member of the gay society of Paris. He wakes at four o'clock in the morning, and, instead of getting up, has his candle brought to him and reads five or six hours, then sleeps two or three more, and then gets up and works till dinner at six.
George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard), Chapter 14: (search)
met at Mr. Wilberforce's were pleasant people; and Sismondi, whom I carried there one evening, was as much delighted as I was, so that I do not think I was deceived by my prejudices or carried away by the mere quiet of a house, which seemed to me a kind of refuge from the wearisome gayety of the town. . . . . . I always came away with regret, because I felt that I had been in the midst of influences which ought to have made me better. I felt no such regret, however, when at last, on the 26th April, I left London. As I bade Mr. Williams farewell, Mr. Samuel Williams, a banker in London, and a member of a well-known Boston family. whose kindness had followed me all over Europe, and turned from his door, I was assured that my face was now finally set to go home. . . . . My journey to Liverpool was as rapid as I could make it,. . . . and I arrived there on the morning of the 28th. . . . . I desired to see nobody but Mr. Roscoe, and with him I had the pleasure of passing an evening,
George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard), Chapter 24: (search)
rning rather shortly, but very gayly upon him, she said, Mais vous parlez l'allemand si parfaitement, Mons. le Comte, qu'il parait que vous avez beaucoup de pratique. The Count laughed as heartily and as good-naturedly as anybody, but, as he said to me, I n'y a pas de reponse à cela, j'irai jouer.; and he went off to the whist-table, not more disconcerted, perhaps, than a well-bred gentleman may be permitted to be when a handsome, fashionable, and spirituelle lady gives him a hard hit. April 26.—The spring is so much advanced now, and is become so very beautiful, that we have indulged more than ever in driving through the neighborhood of Dresden, chiefly about the Grosse Garten and up the picturesque little valley of Plauen, but also upon the Elbe by Findlater's, and once out to Moreau's monument. . . . . The time and circumstances of Moreau's death will be judged of differently, of course, according to the different points of view from which they may be considered; but I cannot h