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Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Book and heart: essays on literature and life, Chapter 23: the alphabet as a barrier (search)
made at the North, justly or unjustly, in favor of the first Irish immigrants as compared with their more enlightened descendants. Who that recalls the war for the Union does not remember how we all, from President Lincoln downward, played upon the string of the open doors of this nation, its being a home for all oppressed mankind ? Lowell again referred to this in that magnificent Commemoration Ode, which is the high-water mark of American poetry, and which no Englishman, except perhaps Hughes and Bryce, was ever yet able to appreciate or even understand. How fearlessly we then appealed to the Germans, the Irish, the Swedes, the Scotch, within our borders, and how well they responded? Even the green flag of Ireland, now forbidden to be displayed from our City Halls-and perhaps wisely — was then welcomed with cheers on battle-fields when it was borne to the front, amid decimated regiments, under shouts of Faugh a Ballagh --Clear the Way. It is a thing almost certain that if a fo
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Book and heart: essays on literature and life, Chapter 30: our criticism of foreign visitors (search)
In the popular Chicago tale of Sweet Clover a young girl says, sadly, I wonder if I shall ever go East; to New York, Boston, Philadelphia, I should like them to be something beside names to me-but what an idea! This is essentially the feeling with which other Americans look towards Europe. It is when the ties of literary association begin to form that older and newer communities come to be more on an equality. We go to England to hear Shakespeare's lark sing at heaven's gate; and Thomas Hughes came to America to hear Lowell's bobolink. These ties again are formed very slowly, and the colonial spirit still lingers so much among us that a very little English reputation goes farther in the United States than a much higher American fame in England. Yet here we are sometimes startled with the discovery that we are also interesting to our elder cousins, as well as our elder cousins to us. Twenty-five years ago the present writer, visiting Europe for the first time, began with the