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Mary Thacher Higginson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson: the story of his life, I: Inheritance (search)
t left the trees to flourish as they might. It was probably during the family's stay in Bolton that their acquaintance was made with Wentworth's future nurse, Rowena Houghton, who left the Higginson service to become the wife of Dexter Pratt, Longfellow's village blacksmith. From the Bolton farmhouse came the old leather fire-bucket which Colonel Higginson purchased and hung in his Cambridge home. It had been painted white, but the removal of the paint brought to light the name Stephen Higginson, Jr., and near the top of the bucket the phrase, In suis non fallitur. 1841. The house which the college built for Stephen Higginson on Kirkland Street, Cambridge, then called Professors' Row, still stands; and here, on one of the shortest days of the year, Thomas Wentworth Storrow Higginson began his eventful life. To use his own words, I was born on the 22nd of December, 1823, and had my proud birthright wrested from me when the change of dates landed the Pilgrims on December 23.
Mary Thacher Higginson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson: the story of his life, II: an old-fashioned home (search)
II: an old-fashioned home It is a curious fact, considering his vigorous manhood, that the infant Wentworth was at one time delicate, and according to family belief was kept alive by the juices of chicken bones. In after years, Mrs. Higginson wrote this letter, December 26, 1861:— Your birthday was remembered and honored by gratitude and praise, remembering as I did the poor half dead baby that I had for so long walked about in my arms and fed religiously according to direction evers the possum up the gum tree, there's the raccoon in the hollow, there's catchhim-up-my-boy, there's give-him-half-a-dollar ; this indication of genius excited universal acclamation. The maternal chronicle does not relate the story that Colonel Higginson enjoyed telling about one of his childhood's books which contained a rather too vivid description of a wolf's cave. The careful mamma had pasted strips of paper over the objectionable parts, but Master Wentworth succeeded in removing thes