Your search returned 22 results in 9 document sections:

Wendell Phillips, Theodore C. Pease, Speeches, Lectures and Letters of Wendell Phillips: Volume 2, Review of Dr. Crosby's Calm view of Temperance (1881). (search)
f Greece, he never would have repeated criticisms and suggestions that have been answered over and over again during the last fifty years. As I turn over his essay, and find how tediously familiar we all are with his objections, I am reminded of Johnson's objection to Goldsmith's plan of travelling over Asia in order to bring home valuable improvements: Sir, Goldsmith is so ignorant of his own country that he would bring home a wheelbarrow as a new and valuable invention. The address turns b-repeated story of the broken-hearted and despairing sot, and of the reformed man, that moderate drinking lulled them to a false security until the chain was too strong for them to break ? Will he please explain that confession forced from old Sam Johnson, and repeated hundreds of times since by men of seemingly strong resolve: I can abstain; I can't be moderate ? Do not the Bible, the writers of fiction, the master dramatists of ancient and modern times; the philosopher, the moralist, the m
Wendell Phillips, Theodore C. Pease, Speeches, Lectures and Letters of Wendell Phillips: Volume 2, The scholar in a republic (1881). (search)
f heartless oppressors and contented slaves. Every line in our history, every interest of civilization, bids us rejoice when the tyrant grows pale and the slave rebellious. We cannot but pity the suffering of any human being, however richly deserved; but such pity must not confuse our moral sense. Humanity gains. Chatham rejoiced when our fathers rebelled. For every single reason they alleged, Russia counts a hundred, each one ten times bitterer than any Hancock or Adams could give. Sam Johnson's standing toast in Oxford port was, Success to the first insurrection of slaves in Jamaica, --a sentiment Southey echoed. Eschew cant, said that old moralist. But of all the cants that are canted in this canting world, though the cant of piety may be the worst, the cant of Americans bewailing Russian Nihilism is the most disgusting. I know what reform needs, and all it needs, in a land where discussion is free, the press untrammelled, and where public halls protect debate. There, a
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Letters and Journals of Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Chapter 1: Cambridge and Newburyport (search)
was gay as usual, but I never feel entirely at ease with him — his comers are too clearly defined. He is going to leave Brook Farm, but was indignant at the notion of having relaxed his hold on the associative principles and spoke with great emphasis on that — he is not going into business. ... He may be going to take Miss [Margaret] Fuller's place in the Tribune ; he has certainly been wonderfully successful as an editor. Sundry letters to an old friend of the Divinity School days, Sam Johnson, were written from Newburyport. June, 1847 Dear Sam: . . . I feel much troubled about the Irish emigrants. A strong popular feeling is rising about them here, I fear, and destined to rise higher: the native Americans did all they could to provoke them the other night, and finally broke the windows of the Cathedral at Charlestown. This feeling is natural and unavoidable, and I see no remedy but an extended system of emigration. January, 1848 Dear Sam: . . .Can you suggest any pla
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Letters and Journals of Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Chapter 2: the Worcester period (search)
s well says. I never saw an actress so far removed from the audience; even when called out, she ignores them and her bow seems a part of the play. The acting is more real than anything I ever saw, and the character being detestable, she appears so. The serpent-like begins with her body, which has a joint in every inch of it, like a snake's; every motion is a glide, and her whole form expresses more than anybody's else face. August 16, 1862 Yesterday I went to Lynn, exchanging with Sam Johnson. After tea I went up to a camp meeting of Millerites near there, on a beautiful lake. It was a strange scene, wagons, horses, dogs, rowdy young men, and in the centre a great tent with rows of pale, eager listeners squatting in semicircles among the trees, with tears and Amens. The speakers were earnest and vivid, the people less excited and less intelligent than I expected, but it was the close of the meeting. I found all the types of character I expected there and was glad to have g
Mary Thacher Higginson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson: the story of his life, VI: in and out of the pulpit (search)
at, alas, are more difficult of decision, and beyond my gifts and training at least. . . . Who is to pilot the ship, pray, if each Palinurus jumps overboard and strikes out for shore on his own account . . . I wish you would go and see. . . Sam Johnson of Salem, . . . who can help many troubles by his sheer Unconsciousness of the possibility of having them. Doubts as to his own success in his chosen profession sometimes recurred. In his second year of preaching, he mused:— I am wenly thing he had ever heard mentioned was Slavery and Politics; my position as an Abolitionist they could not bear. This, he admitted, could not be altered; and he tacitly recognized that I had but one course to pursue. To his old friend, Sam Johnson, he wrote at the same time:— Dear but agitated brother,— I intended to write you, but for procrastination and the knowledge that ill news travel fast. Mine is good though. I had resolved to release myself from the whole thing next<
Mary Thacher Higginson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson: the story of his life, XV: journeys (search)
rian, Rawlinson, Montague Bernard, the late High Joint, and Miss Thackeray, the novelist, by far the most original and interesting woman I have seen in England. She pressed on me a letter to Tennyson and I expect to go to see him. This visit to the poet at the Isle of Wight is minutely described in Cheerful Yesterdays, and from the letters only this extract is taken:— Presently I heard a clamping step and in walked rather heavily and awkwardly a man, the most singular compound of Sam Johnson and Professor Lovering . . . fine eyes under spectacles! . . . He was quite pleasant though never exactly interesting or agreeable, took me to his smoking room to the top of the house, through some lovely gardens full of roses, then to see Mrs. Cameron his neighbor and crony [the amateur photographer]. During his stay in London, Colonel Higginson preached for Mr. Conway at South Place Chapel (Unitarian). This sermon was reviewed in an English paper under the title A Warrior in the Pul
Bliss Perry, The American spirit in lierature: a chronicle of great interpreters, Chapter 7: romance, poetry, and history (search)
es in any company of intelligent Americans is the prologue to a smile of recognition, comprehension, sympathy. The word Goldsmith has now lost, alas, this provocative quality; the word Stevenson still possesses it. The little Doctor, who died in the same year as Stevenson, belonged like him to the genial race of friends of mankind, and a few of his poems, and some gay warm-hearted pages of his prose, will long preserve his memory. But the Boston which he loved has vanished as utterly as Sam Johnson's London. James Russell Lowell was ten years younger than Holmes, and though he died three years before the Doctor, he seems, for other reasons than those of chronology, to belong more nearly to the present. Although by birth as much of a New England Brahmin as Holmes, and in his later years as much of a Boston and Cambridge idol, he nevertheless touched our universal American life on many sides, represented us worthily in foreign diplomacy, argued the case of Democracy with convinci
t Tappan was remanded for examination before the Hustings Court, for feloniously selling 17 bushels of cats belonging to John A. Lacy.--James H. Ward was sent before the Hustings Court for receiving from Elizabeth Taylor a number of pieces of jewelry stolen by her from Susan Walsh, amounting value to $100.--Clinton James, free negro, arraigned for using abusive language to and striking Ro. F. Kirby, a white man, was ordered 39 lashes, and appealed from the judgment to the Hustings Court.--Sam Johnson, slave to Mrs. Brock, was ordered 39 lashes for beating James Wade, a white person.--Archibald B. Bott was fined $5 for permitting a dead horse to be and remain on his lot for three days last past.--Geo. L. West was fined $5 for allowing a nuisance to remain on his lot for ten days past.--Henry Sall was fined the same amount for the same thing — J. F. Bradley was fined $5 for huckstering in the First Market, and a lot of potatoes and chickens bought by him were confiscated. A. Edwards wa
a white man named Lillian Carter, charged with stealing a small show case, containing $300 worth of trimmings, the property of Mrs. E. Hughes. The accused was under the influence of liquor at the time the act was committed. Charles, slave of Mrs. James Binford, was arrested on the same day, charged with stealing a act of single harness, valued at $200, belonging to the Confederate States.--He was locked up in the cage till this morning, when the matter will be looked into by the Mayor. A. W. Luck, a sojourner in this city, was robbed on Saturday of a pocket book containing $104 in C. S. money Suspicion rested upon a man named War Ballard, who was arrested and committed to the cage for his appearance before the Mayor. Lieut Carter, of the night watch, while going his rounds on Saturday night, overhauled Sam Johnson, slave of Francis Smith, with ten bags in his possession, supposed to have been stolen. Sam will have to answer the offence this morning before the Mayor.