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Wendell Phillips, Theodore C. Pease, Speeches, Lectures and Letters of Wendell Phillips: Volume 1 13 1 Browse Search
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Cheerful Yesterdays 9 1 Browse Search
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Carlyle's laugh and other surprises 5 1 Browse Search
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall) 4 0 Browse Search
Bliss Perry, The American spirit in lierature: a chronicle of great interpreters 4 0 Browse Search
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Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Carlyle's laugh and other surprises, I. Carlyle's laugh (search)
on the least discouragement, he called out the daring question, I say, mister, may we roll on this here grass? The philosopher faced round, leaning on his staff, and replied in a homelier Scotch accent than I had yet heard him use, Yes, my little fellow, r-r-roll at discraytion! Instantly the children resumed their antics, while one little girl repeated meditatively, He says we may roll at discraytion! --as if it were some new kind of ninepin-ball. Six years later, I went with my friend Conway to call on Mr. Carlyle once more, and found the kindly laugh still there, though changed, like all else in him, by the advance of years and the solitude of existence. It could not be said of him that he grew old happily, but he did not grow old unkindly, I should say; it was painful to see him, but it was because one pitied him, not by reason of resentment suggested by anything on his part. He announced himself to be, and he visibly was, a man left behind by time and waiting for death. H
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Carlyle's laugh and other surprises, chapter 21 (search)
t told, And while her patient years unfold They yield the white and not the gold. Where Alpine summits loftiest lie, The brown, the green, the red pass by, And whitest top is next the sky. And now with meeker garb bedight, Dame Julia sings in loftier light, I stake my life upon the white! Turning to Mrs. Howe's prose works, one finds something of the same obstruction, here and there, from excess of material. Her autobiography, entitled Reminiscences, might easily, in the hands of Mr. M. D. Conway, for instance, have been spread out into three or four interesting octavos; but in her more hurried grasp it is squeezed into one volume, where groups of delightful interviews with heroes at home and abroad are crowded into some single sentence. Her lectures are better arranged and less tantalizing, and it would be hard to find a book in American literature better worth reprinting and distributing than the little volume containing her two addresses on Modern Society. In wit, in wisdom
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Carlyle's laugh and other surprises, XXIV. a half-century of American literature (1857-1907） (search)
op Motley two years before his own death, You are properly sensible of the high calling of the American press,--that rising tribunal before which the whole world is to be summoned, its history to be revised and rewritten, and the judgment of past ages to be canceled or confirmed. For one who can look back sixty years to a time when the best literary periodical in America was called The Albion, it is difficult to realize how the intellectual relations of the two nations are now changed. M. D. Conway once pointed out that the English magazines, such as the Contemporary Review and the Fortnightly, were simply circular letters addressed by a few cultivated gentlemen to the fellow members of their respective London clubs. Where there is an American periodical, on the other hand, the most striking contribution may proceed from a previously unknown author, and may turn out to have been addressed practically to all the world. So far as the intellectual life of a nation exhibits itself i