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Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Book and heart: essays on literature and life, Chapter 23: the alphabet as a barrier (search)
his wife. The complaint is very general at the South (though I am satisfied of its being premature) that the older men and women among the blacks, who were wholly illiterate, had more vigor and trustworthiness than their better-educated children. The same discrimination is often 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 f
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Book and heart: essays on literature and life, Chapter 29: acts of homage (search)
his kind of homage. Never have there been so many compliments to the position and policy of England, so many implied pledges to rally round her flag, boys. This may be all very well, but when it takes the form of extreme deference, one may well smile and draw the line. It is partly, no doubt, a reaction after that intense feeling of aroused nationality which accompanied and followed our great Civil War, and can hardly, perhaps, be sustained in full by the next generation. The day after Lincoln's emancipation proclamation was issued, or after his Gettysburg speech, or after his assassination, there was little disposition visible among us to regard that estimable sovereign, Queen Victoria, as the Queen of the English-speaking race; nor would even the Saturday Review have made that suggestion. As the War of 1812 was called by many the Second War of the Revolution, so might the Civil War be almost called the Third War, in respect to the completeness of the feeling of independence, n