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Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Henry Walcott Boynton, Reader's History of American Literature 14 0 Browse Search
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James Parton, Horace Greeley, T. W. Higginson, J. S. C. Abbott, E. M. Hoppin, William Winter, Theodore Tilton, Fanny Fern, Grace Greenwood, Mrs. E. C. Stanton, Women of the age; being natives of the lives and deeds of the most prominent women of the present gentlemen 10 0 Browse Search
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Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Olde Cambridge, Index (search)
ell, J. G., 14, 27, 116, 117. Coleridge, S. T., 38, 91, 95. Collamer, Jacob, 161. Cooper, J. F., 35. Craigie, Mrs., 124, 129. Cranch, C. P., 58, 64, 70. Crichton, the Admirable, 155. Curtis, G. T., 16. Cuvier, Baron, 35. Dana, Francis, 15. Dana, R. H., 14, 15. Dana, R. H., Jr., 15, 191. Dana, Richard, 15. Danforth, Samuel, 152. Davis, Admiral C. H., 113. Davy, Sir, Humphry, 95. Daye, Matthew, 6. Daye, Stephen, 5, 6. Devens, Gen., Charles, 181. Devens, S. A., 76. Dickens, Charles, 123. Dowse, Thomas, 18. Dunster, Pres., Henry, 5, 6. Dwight, J. S., 57, 58, 63, 137. Dwight, Prof., Thomas, 94, 96. Elder, William, 67. Eliot, Rev., John, 6. Eliot, Rev., Richard, 7. Emerson, R. W., 34, 53, 54, 57, 60, 62, 63, 64, 68, 70, 85, 86, 90, 91, 104, 139, 158, 166, 168, 169. Everett, Pres., Edward, 14, 27, 44, 117, 123. Everett, Dr., William, 17. Fayerweather, Thomas, 150. Felton, Prof. C. C., 44, 69, 123, 124, 128. Fields, J. T., 69, 104, 106, 179. Fiske, Prof.,
Charles E. Stowe, Harriet Beecher Stowe compiled from her letters and journals by her son Charles Edward Stowe, Chapter 7: Uncle Tom's Cabin, 1852. (search)
t last even threaten them in Canada. Introduction to Illustrated Edition of Uncle Tom, p. XIII. （Houghton, Osgood & Co., 1879.) Filled with this fear, she determined to do all that one woman might to enlist the sympathies of England for the cause, and to avert, even as a remote contingency, the closing of Canada as a haven of refuge for the oppressed. To this end she at once wrote letters to Prince Albert, to the Duke of Argyll, to the Earls of Carlisle and Shaftesbury, to Macaulay, Dickens, and others whom she knew to be interested in the cause of anti-slavery. These she ordered to be sent to their several addresses, accompanied by the very earliest copies of her book that should be printed. Then, having done what she could, and committed the result to God, she calmly turned her attention to other affairs. In the mean time the fears of the author as to whether or not her book would be read were quickly dispelled. Three thousand copies were sold the very first day, a s
Charles E. Stowe, Harriet Beecher Stowe compiled from her letters and journals by her son Charles Edward Stowe, Chapter 8: first trip to Europe, 1853. (search)
owerful ally than Mrs. Harriet Beecher Stowe and her romance they could not have. We confess that in the whole modern romance literature of Germany, England, and France, we know of no novel to be called equal to this. In comparison with its glowing eloquence that never fails of its purpose, its wonderful truth to nature, the largeness of its ideas, and the artistic faultlessness of the machinery in this book, George Sand, with her Spiridon and Claudie, appears to us untrue and artificial; Dickens, with his but too faithful pictures from the popular life of London, petty; Bulwer, hectic and selfconscious. It is like a sign of warning from the New World to the Old. Madame George Sand reviewed the book, and spoke of Mrs. Stowe herself in words at once appreciative and discriminating: Mrs. Stowe is all instinct; it is the very reason she appears to some not to have talent. Has she not talent? What is talent? Nothing, doubtless, compared to genius; but has she genius? She
Charles E. Stowe, Harriet Beecher Stowe compiled from her letters and journals by her son Charles Edward Stowe, Chapter 9: sunny memories, 1853. (search)
Dundee and Birmingham. Joseph Sturge. Elihu Burritt. London. the Lord Mayor's dinner. Charles Dickens and his wife. The journey undertaken by Mrs. Stowe with her husband and brother through were conducted into a splendid hall, where the tables were laid. Directly opposite me was Mr. Dickens, whom I now beheld for the first time, and was surprised to see looking so young. Mr. Justic twelve o'clock--that is, we ladies -and went into the drawing-room, where I was presented to Mrs. Dickens and several other ladies. Mrs. Dickens is a good specimen of a truly English woman; tall, laMrs. Dickens is a good specimen of a truly English woman; tall, large, and well developed, with fine, healthy color, and an air of frankness, cheerfulness, and reliability. A friend whispered to me that she was as observing and fond of humor as her husband. Afteack to the drawing-room, and I had a few moments of very pleasant, friendly conversation with Mr. Dickens. They are both people that one could not know a little of without desiring to know more.
Charles E. Stowe, Harriet Beecher Stowe compiled from her letters and journals by her son Charles Edward Stowe, Chapter 14: the minister's wooing, 1857-1859. (search)
e is amazingly little of it in books. Fielding is the only English novelist who deals with life in its broadest sense. Thackeray, his disciple and congener, and Dickens, the congener of Smollett, do not so much treat of life as of the strata of society; the one studying nature from the club-room window, the other from the reportear social arrangements, or by hereditary associations. Shakespeare drew ideal, and Fielding natural men and women; Thackeray draws either gentlemen or snobs, and Dickens either unnatural men or the oddities natural only in the lowest grades of a highly artificial system of society. The first two knew human nature; of the two latt great? Nothing but eyes and — faith in them. The same is true of Thackeray. I see nowhere more often than in authors the truth that men love their opposites. Dickens insists on being tragic and makes shipwreck. I always thought (forgive me) that the Hebrew parts of Dred were a mistake. Do not think me impertinent; I am on
Charles E. Stowe, Harriet Beecher Stowe compiled from her letters and journals by her son Charles Edward Stowe, Chapter 17: Florida, 1865-1869. (search)
me. In the following December she writes to her son: I am again entangled in writing a serial, a thing I never mean to do again, but the story, begun for a mere Christmas brochure, grew so under my hands that I thought I might as well fill it out and make a book of it. It is the last thing of the kind I ever expect to do. In it I condense my recollections of a bygone era, that in which I was brought up, the ways and manners of which are now as nearly obsolete as the Old England of Dickens's stories is. I am so hampered by the necessity of writing this story, that I am obliged to give up company and visiting of all kinds and keep my strength for it. I hope I may be able to finish it, as I greatly desire to do so, but I begin to feel that I am not so strong as I used to be. Your mother is an old woman, Charley mine, and it is best she should give up writing before people are tired of reading her. I would much rather have written another such a book as Footsteps of the
Charles E. Stowe, Harriet Beecher Stowe compiled from her letters and journals by her son Charles Edward Stowe, Index. (search)
on of Independence, H. B. S.'s feeling about, 11; death-knell to slavery, 141. Degan, Miss, 32, 41, 46. Democracy and American novelists, Lowell on, 329. De Profundis, motive of Mrs. Browning's, 357. De Stael, Mme., and Corinne, 67. Dickens, first sight of, 226; J. R. Lowell on, 328. Dog's mission, a, date of, 491. Domestic service, H. B. S.'s trouble with, 200. Doubters and disbelievers may find comfort in spiritualism, 487. Doubts, religious, after death of eldest sonLow, Sampson, on success of Uncle Tom's Cabin abroad, 189. Low, Sampson & Co. publish Dred, 269; their sales, 279. Lowell, J. R., Duchess of Sutherland's interesti n, 277; less known in England than he should be, 285; on Uncle Tom, 327; on Dickens and Thackeray, 327, 334; on The minister's Wooing, 330, 333; on idealism, 334; letter to H. B. S. from, on The minister's Wooing, 333. M. Macaulay, 233, 234. McClellan, Gen., his disobedience to the President's commands, 367. Magnali
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To Prof. Convers Francis. (search)
To Prof. Convers Francis. New Rochelle, January 20, 1848. Here I am in my little out-of-the-way den, as comfortable as a grub in a nut. I have found it to hold good, as a general rule, that a person who will ask for a letter of introduction is sure to be a bore. If I were going to Europe, and letters of introduction to Wordsworth, Dickens, etc., were offered me, I would never present them, unless I happened by some accident to receive indications of a wish to be introduced, on the part of the men themselves. What right have I to intrude upon their time, and satisfy my impertinent curiosity by an inventory of their furniture and surroundings? Dignify it as they may, by talk about reverence for genius, loving a man for his writings, etc., I have always believed it a game of vanity, both with those who offer it, and those who are pleased with it. However, it is no matter whether I am wrong, or the customs of society are wrong. I am snugly out of the way of them here. Never wa
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), Standard and popular Library books, selected from the catalogue of Houghton, Mifflin and Co. (search)
Leather Stocking Tales. Household Edition. Illustrated. 5 vols. $5.00. Riverside Edition. 5 vols. $1I.25. Richard H. Dana. To Cuba and Back. 16mo, $1.25. Two Years Before the Mast. x6mo, $1.50. Thomas de Quincey. Works. Riverside Edition. In 12 vols. crown 8vo. Per volume, cloth, $1.50; the set, $18.00. Globe Edition. Six vols. 2mo, $80.00. (Sold only in sets.) Standard and Popular Library Books. 7 Madame de Stael. Germany. I vol. crown 8vo, $2.50. Charles Dickens. Works. Illustrated Library Edition. In 29 volumes, crown 8vo. Cloth, each, $1.50; the set, $43.50. Globe Edition. In 15vols. 12mo. Cloth, per volume, $.25; the set, $18.75. J. Lewis Diman. The Theistic Argument as Affected by Recent Theories. 8vo, $2.00. Orations and Essays. 8vo, $2.50. F. S. Drake. Dictionary of American Biography. I vol. 8vo, cloth, $6.00. Charles L. Eastlake. Hints on Household Taste. Illustrated. 12mo, $3.00. George Eliot. Th
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Cheerful Yesterdays, chapter 8 (search)
iked, of course, to know eminent men; and his geese were apt to be swans, yet he was able to discriminate. He organized Dickens's readings, for instance, and went to every one of them, yet confessed frankly that their pathos was a failure; that Lite of character, and had his own fearless standards. I once asked him which he liked the better personally, Thackeray or Dickens, and he replied, after a moment's reflection, Dickens, because Thackeray enjoyed telling questionable stories, a thing wDickens, because Thackeray enjoyed telling questionable stories, a thing which Dickens never did. There has been endless discussion as to the true worth of the literary movement of which the circle of Atlantic writers was the source. By some, no doubt, it has been described with exaggerated claims, and by others with Dickens never did. There has been endless discussion as to the true worth of the literary movement of which the circle of Atlantic writers was the source. By some, no doubt, it has been described with exaggerated claims, and by others with a disapprobation quite as unreasonable. Time alone can decide the precise award; the essential fact is that in this movement American literature was born, or, if not born,--for certainly Irving and Cooper had preceded,--was at least set on its feet
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