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William Hepworth Dixon, White Conquest: Volume 2, Chapter 19: our Yellow brother. (search)
ehind him than an Arab pays to the bark of his street dogs. In Chicago, at the moment of starting for California, we make the acquaintance of Paul Cornell, chief partner in the great watch factory of that city. Cornell's watches are known in America as Breguet's watches are known in Europe. From the senior partner, who is going to San Francisco with a view to business, we learn that Ralston's busy brain has conceived the idea of opening a great watch factory in San Francisco, and doing theancisco, and has watched the coming of our Yellow brethren from Hong Kong with pained and speculative eyes. I have a strong aversion to this enterprise, he says to me in the privacy of his state-room. I am a born American, and I want to keep America for the Americans. Few persons see so much of our Asiatics as myself, and I can tell you, as a man of science and of moral order, that I should be sorry to see the population of China Town increase. What are the Cornell Company about? They sa
William Hepworth Dixon, White Conquest: Volume 2, Chapter 25: China Town. (search)
s an open colony, like May Fair in London, like the Second District in New York. The Chinese have squatted in the very heart of San Francisco. Lock Sin's tea-house in Jackson Street may be regarded as the heart of this new Asiatic empire in America; for in Jackson Street, grouped around Lock Sin's balcony, lie the Chinese banks and stores, the Chinese stalls and markets, the Chinese theatres and gaming-hells; while off this thoroughfare, to the right and left, extend the blind alleys and nor fighting is allowed within the house. So far as order can be made by rules, order is said to reign among Lee Si Tut's tenants; and the Globe Hotel in Jackson Street may be regarded as the royal khan and summer-palace of the Chinese empire in America. Pass in. Oh, Lee Si Tut! A sickening odour greets your nostrils on his steps. A reek comes out of every door, and dirt lies heaped on every landing-stage. The dust of years encrusts his window-panes. Compared with this Globe Hotel, under
William Hepworth Dixon, White Conquest: Volume 2, Chapter 26: Yellow Agony. (search)
ame, and tens of millions whence the tens of thousands came. Is it mere frenzy to imagine such a swarm of Asiatics arriving at the Golden Gate? In former days America was fed from Asia? Why not be fed again? The men are on the other side. The sea lies open to their ships. The transport pays. We are little more than thir dare when pressed by want? Hunger has broken through stone walls and braved tempestuous seas. Failure of a root transferred a third part of the Irish people to America; though an Irish kerne is just as fond of his native soil as a Mongolian peasant. Who knows the future of the tea-plant? We have had a vine disease and a potato a potato-blight Suppose the tea-plant were to fail? If such a disaster should convert China into another Ireland, the people would have to leave it in millions. If a seventh part of the Chinese people came over to America, they would swamp the ballot-boxes, and under a Republican Constitution they might assume the ruling power.
William Hepworth Dixon, White Conquest: Volume 2, Chapter 35: the situation. (search)
er warning as a guide. Suppose this panic in America is no other than a natural pause and stop? Independence closed, Europe has poured. into America more than seven million souls. When the peophave come from all quarters of the globe into America, more than five millions have come from the Bman in every dozen men. Thus, the planting of America has been mainly done by persons sailing from us supplies of English and German settlers in America. For forty years (1820-60) the rate of emi to check this movement of our people towards America. A right to emigrate is treated by our magisocieties, which exist in almost every city in America, keeping alive the good old English sentiment peasant or an Essex labourer who had been in America. America was a paradise from which no Munsteons born on my estate, twenty-five are now in America. That Pomeranian district is not far from V not likely to send out many more millions to America. Next take the Land. If we can trust th[2 more...]
rs, flowed into the treasury of the United States Sanitary Commission. The chief women who inaugurated the several great Fairs at New York, Philadelphia, Brooklyn, Boston, Chicago, Cincinnati, St. Louis, and administered these vast movements, were not behind the ablest men in the land in their grasp and comprehension of the business in hand, and often in comparison with the men associated with them, exhibited a finer scope, a better spirit and a more victorious faith. But for the women of America, the great Fairs would never have been born, or would have died ignominiously in their gilded cradles. Their vastness of conception and their splendid results are to be set as an everlasting crown on woman's capacity for large and money-yielding enterprises. The women who led them can never sink back into obscurity. But I must pass from this inviting theme, where indeed I feel more at home than in what is to follow, to the consideration of what naturally occupies a larger space in this
turned to kiss Her shadow as it falls Upon the darkening walls. Mrs. Almira Fales. The first woman to work for the soldiers she commenced in December, 1860 her continuous service amount of stores distributed by her variety and severity of her work Hospital Transport service Harrison's Landing her work in Pope's campaign death of her son her sorrowful toil at Fredericksburg and Falmouth her peculiarities and humor Mrs. Fales, it is believed, was the first woman in America who performed any work directly tending to the aid and comfort of the soldiers of the nation in the late war. In truth, her labors commenced before any overt acts of hostility had taken place, even so long before as December, 1860. Hostility enough there undoubtedly was in feeling, but the fires of secession as yet only smouldered, not bursting into the lurid flames of war until the following spring. Yet Mrs. Fales, from her home in Washington, was a keen observer of the signs of the ti
urope. She is highly educated, speaks French and German as well as English, and some Italian. She is the most indomitable little creature living, heroic, uncomplaining, self-forgetful, and will yet die in harness. When the war broke out in Italy, she was in Florence, and at Madame Mario's invitation, immediately went to work to assist the Italian ladies in preparing for the sick and wounded of their soldiers. In Norway, she was devising ways and means to assist poor girls to emigrate to America, where they had relatives-and so everywhere. She must be counted among those who have given up health, and ultimately life for the country. We add also the following extracts from a letter from Cairo, published in one of the Chicago papers, early in the war. An angel at Cairo. I cannot close this letter from Cairo without a passing word of one whose name is mentioned by thousands of our soldiers with gratitude and blessing. Miss Mary Safford is a resident of this town, whose lif
ittle of him, could give but a very general description of the man, and here they had injudiciously given him over two months start, during which time he might have safely got to the other side of the world. Only one item of information had been developed by which a clue to his whereabouts could by any possibility be imagined. He had often spoken to Mr. Kuhn in the most glowing terms of life in both Texas and Mexico, as he had passed, so he had said, a portion of a year in that part of America, since the close of the war, and in connection with the subject, he had stated that he should have remained there had he been supplied with sufficient capital to have enabled him to begin business. This was all; and I dismissed the swindled merchant with little encouragement as to the result of a chase for a thief who had got so much the advantage , or, rather, intimated to him that though I had no doubts of being able to eventually catch him, it would be rather a poor investment for the
Oliver Otis Howard, Autobiography of Oliver Otis Howard, major general , United States army : volume 2, Chapter 69: transferred to New York city (search)
ain, might sometime gain her freedom. While standing beside the statue of Columbus I spoke to a Cuban with reference to Isabella and the projected Columbian Exposition in Chicago. He was glad, he said, that so much was to be made of Columbus. A little later I had an interview with the captain general, who was a Spaniard. I remarked that we Americans recognized the fact that Isabella was the patroness who rendered Columbus's voyage possible. Yes, he answered, but why is it that in all America there is not a monument raised to her memory! This question was the cause of my writing the life of Isabella of Castile; not as a monument, but with a view to quicken the interest, as far as I might be able to do, in a character which certainly deserves a very tender recognition from all who have been benefited and blessed by the discoveries of Christopher Columbus. Our daughter Bessie had finished her studies at Farmington, Conn., and returned home. Harry had passed through a severe a
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Book and heart: essays on literature and life, Chapter 6: Lowell's closing years in Cambridge (search)
to sheer quantity, of course London was overpowering; it was like going from a small preparatory school to Oxford; but, after all, a man usually finds, in looking back, that his own schoolmates afforded him a microcosm of the world. Lowell, fortunately, lived to refute very promptly the ignorant pity bestowed upon him in advance by Matthew Arnold, for returning home, after the intoxication of his life in England, to live in Elmwood. Mr. Arnold never in his life had one glimpse of what America is to an American; and those who best knew Lowell had no such fear as this. The first pang over, created by the return to his changed home, and he slipped into his old associations as easily as into a familiar garment. Never was he more delightful than in those later fireside years, even when the fireside had come to be a part of a sick-room. Indeed, he was more agreeable than ever before; his habit of mind was more genial; he was less imperious, more moderate in his judgments — in short