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Jula Ward Howe, Reminiscences: 1819-1899 52 0 Browse Search
Charles E. Stowe, Harriet Beecher Stowe compiled from her letters and journals by her son Charles Edward Stowe 26 0 Browse Search
Mary Thacher Higginson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson: the story of his life 24 0 Browse Search
Cambridge History of American Literature: volume 3 (ed. Trent, William Peterfield, 1862-1939., Erskine, John, 1879-1951., Sherman, Stuart Pratt, 1881-1926., Van Doren, Carl, 1885-1950.) 24 0 Browse Search
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1 20 0 Browse Search
Bliss Perry, The American spirit in lierature: a chronicle of great interpreters 18 0 Browse Search
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, The new world and the new book 16 0 Browse Search
James Parton, The life of Horace Greeley 16 0 Browse Search
Harper's Encyclopedia of United States History (ed. Benson Lossing) 16 0 Browse Search
The Daily Dispatch: December 18, 1865., [Electronic resource] 15 1 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, Fanny Fern-Mrs. Parton. (search)
felt that Life is too short for such things as these, as poor Douglas Jerrold said, when extending his hand to a friend from whom he had been for some time separated by a misunderstanding,--an estrangement for which, said that noble friend, Charles Dickens, with generous tenderness, I was the one to blame. In 1851 Fanny Fern was born into literary life. Aessay was penned by the widowed mother, on whose heart lay a great burden of loving care. That care .was her inspiration, her desperate ho. So an essay was penned,--a little essay it was, I believe, measured by paragraphs and lines, but it was in reality big with the fate of Fanny and her girls. It was a venture quite as important to its author as was the first Boz sketch to Charles Dickens, or as was Jane Eyre to Charlotte Bronte. After a patient trial and many rebuffs, she found, in a great city, an editor enterprising, or charitable, enough, to publish this essay, and to pay for it,--for he was a just man, who held that ver
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, Grace Greenwood-Mrs. Lippincott. (search)
parlor, or at the dinner-table, yet no writer. Many have the faculty of expressing a valuable thought in appropriate language; but that does not endow one with the rights, the honors, and the fame of authorship. Give Edward Lytton Bulwer three hours of leisure daily, and in a year he will give the world three hundred and sixty-five chapters of unequalled story-telling, in a style that never grows dull, never palls upon the taste, that is perpetually fresh, clear-cut, and brilliant. Charles Dickens will sit down by any window in London, or lounge through any street in London, and describe the characters that pass before him, in a way that will charm the reading public of two continents, in paragraphs for every one of which his publishers will gladly pay him a guinea before the ink is dry. Sara Clarke was not three years in her teens before the Rochester papers were glad to get her compositions. They were fresh, piquant, racy. It was impossible to guess whether she had read eith
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, Harriet Beecher Stowe. (search)
brought all the powers of a splendid intellect to the task, but poured out her whole heart in the work. This book was written, as we have said, in sorrow, in sadness, in obscurity, and with the heart almost broken in view of the sufferings it describes! Here, surely, is one secret of its power. David long ago revealed it. He that goeth forth, weeping, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless return again with songs, bringing his sheaves with him. So she went forth, and so returned. Charles Dickens said, A noble book with a noble purpose! In Uncle Tom we have a charming story, and an unanswerable argument. And the artistic idea, and the moral purpose are coordinately developed and finally fulfilled in perfect harmony. With no other theme, even had it been treated with equal ability, would Mrs. Stowe have attained equal success. On the other hand, the subject of slavery could never have commanded the attention of the world as this book has done, had it been treated in some
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, Mrs. Julia Ward Howe. (search)
hell as impossible. At twenty-three she married Dr. Samuel G. Howe, of Boston,--a man whose heroic labors for Greece in her struggle for independence, whose beautiful devotion to the blind, and whose anti-slavery crusades made men speak of him as the new Bayard. They went abroad immediately. In England the petted child, the young heiress, the idol of her own circle, the haughty belle, found that her only claim to social distinction was her husband's fame, which the recent publication of Dickens's American notes had made dear to all noble English hearts. To a woman of her strong, self-centred nature, of her conscious power, and stately pride, this acceptance of her as the appendage of another, this carelessness of what sovereignty might be in herself, was an abasement as bitter as salutary. She had dreamed of literary fame; but this sudden humiliation, the new cares, the alien interests that crowded upon her, postponed her career for years. She came to the Old World as a queen c