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Mary Thacher Higginson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson: the story of his life, IV: the young pedagogue (search)
hall never be so, I fear—for every now and then comes something and upsets me. Either a cloud that will pursue me—or sunbeam that I must pursue . . . and I sometimes sigh to see that I do not become calmer as I grow older. Even at this early age he declared, My great intellectual difficulty has been having too many irons in the fire. This was a trouble with which he was destined to contend always. A month later, in April, 1842, about the time that his mother and sisters removed to Brattleboro, Vermont, Wentworth transferred his belongings to Brookline where he was to teach the three sons of Mr. Perkins. He took with him a quantity of books which were throughout life inseparable companions in his wanderings. In preparation for this new position he had purchased a new flash vest! and reports, Promenaded the [Boston] streets in my silk attire till 7. Again, Took a walk after church— my new pants perfect. ... Walked out from Boston to Cambridge. My new boots pinched my feet so I c<
Mary Thacher Higginson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson: the story of his life, V: the call to preach (search)
room by tall curtains a la Greque (secondhand—the gift of our liberal fellow citizen L. L. Thaxter, Esq.)— and the rest of the room filled up with superb furniture, among which shine pre-eminent two sulphur colored chairs, a contribution from Brattleboroa —white curtains veil the windows, ditto the bookcase. Over the floor spreads a many hued carpet, put down by the fair hands of Mr. T. W. Higginson. . . . Parker is the only person I see—there are only one or two others of my class here, and nle's Guide battling for the right —glorious, but, Oh how hard! In these moments of doubt his ever solicitous mother exhorted him to fresh courage and perseverance. Through these years of study in Cambridge, Wentworth made frequent visits to Brattleboro, kept the family supplied with books, and suggested lists for the village book club. He was constantly adding to his own collections of books, and wrote, My library is now becoming rather imposing. His principal companion in the schoo
Mary Thacher Higginson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson: the story of his life, VI: in and out of the pulpit (search)
l colorphobia. Mrs. Higginson always regarded her husband's philanthropies with whimsical—if sympathetic— amusement, and once exclaimed, Why do the insane always come to you! As to Mr. Higginson's sermons, his wife wrote to the family at Brattleboro:— The Parish are really beginning to appreciate W. somewhat. His last two Sermons were so much liked they insisted upon their being published—and he gave his consent. They are upon The Tongue. Another sermon on Merchants attractedrs meet. Here they shared the home of certain distant family connections who held their right to the place as long as they ground corn once a year. In this retreat the banished couple not only produced their own butter, but even sent some to Brattleboro, for Mr. Higginson wrote to his mother:— This is not my first churning, nor did I do all of this, for it took a great while and I had not time, but week before last I did it all and this time most of it, so you may safely call it my b
Mary Thacher Higginson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson: the story of his life, VII: the free church (search)
filled twice over, one day)—she at one end and her quiet, sensible, manly husband, James Mott, at the other; a perpetual Thanksgiving Day; her children and their partners beside her, and all looking up to her so admiringly. . . To his mother he wrote:— Lucy Stone of course was the real presiding genius [at the Convention], dear little stainless saint that she is; but I was very much struck with the character and ability shown by the women. When this lady was about to lecture in Brattleboro, Mr. Higginson thus besought his family:— My principal object in now writing is to beg all of you, who will, to go and hear Lucy Stone speak. . . . She is simply one of the noblest and gentlest persons whom I know; with her homely face and her little Bloomerized-Quakerish person—and her delicious voice. . .. Lucy wears them [bloomers] for health she avers, being exposed to storms and wind and snowdrifts in her wanderings. At the time of the gentle reformer's marriage in 1855, M
Mary Thacher Higginson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson: the story of his life, X: a ride through Kansas (search)
he, ride up alone within thirty yards of a body of a hundred and fifty men, during an engagement, take deliberate aim, and bring one down. I now saw that very man—that boy rather, a Worcester boy —retreating from his adopted country, hungry, ragged, and almost barefooted, walking wearily on, with others hunted like himself, while some, who had been less scrupulous, rode by on horses which they had plundered from the Missourians, who had first plundered them. Mrs. Higginson wrote to Brattleboro that the news from Kansas grew worse every day, and after describing various household economies she said, Money is very scarce, and everything goes to Kansas, I believe. Then she told of a Kansas Sewing Circle which is to meet every P. M. . . . Mrs. Le B. has begun the first pair of pants! . . . Martha Le B. says she shall sew all day for Kansas and the evenings for Anti-Slavery fair! Meantime, the traveller wrote from Lawrence, September 28, to his friend, Dr. Seth Rogers (afterward
Mary Thacher Higginson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson: the story of his life, XII: the Black regiment (search)
of his men and of listening to their spirituals, but occasionally in his journal or letters are bits of description not heretofore printed. For instance:— One of the men [said] to the Quartermaster who had tried long to explain something to him— You know, Quartermaster, no use for nigger to try to comb he wool straight, he always short and kinky —He brains short, too, sa. At Port Royal, Colonel Higginson encountered, in the Brigadier-General commanding opposing troops, a former Brattleboro acquaintance. He wrote, April 19, 1863:— The best thing is that this Brigadier-General Walker . . . is an old friend! He is that Lieutenant Walker, U. S. A., who was sick at the Water Cure and liked me because of my physique and my abolitionism, he being a desperately pro-slavery invalid; who afterwards met me in Kansas as Captain Walker, with a cavalry company to arrest Redpath and me, and would n't do it for old acquaintance sake— and here he is across the river, face to fac
Mary Thacher Higginson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson: the story of his life, XIII: Oldport Days (search)
always readers of the Atlantic so glad to see me. One man, an original subscriber to the Atlantic Monthly, brought his family 20 miles to hear me. This was at Decorah near the Minnesota border and 10 miles from a railway. He also met a young farmer who said:— He and his father always looked for my articles in the Atlantic and cut those leaves first—the best compliment I ever had. . .. My lecture is on American Society a modification of one on American Aristocracy which I gave at Brattleboro before the war. It goes very well and I get $100 a night and make about $450 by the trip—beside the interest and satisfaction of it, which pays for itself. His lectures nearer home often gave him pleasant glimpses of the life of old friends. At Amesbury, he wrote to his sisters, I staid with Whittier who . . . seems brighter than I expected in his loneliness. . . . He has a singular companion—a wonderful parrot, 30 years old, an African parrot Quaker colored with a scarlet tail.
Mary Thacher Higginson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson: the story of his life, XVI: the crowning years (search)
visit he noted in the journal: Began anew on history with fresh interest for visiting localities. The summer of 1890 was spent in Dublin, New Hampshire, which became henceforth a permanent summer home. The little daughter wrote her aunt in Brattleboro:— Papa wishes you to know that the castle in the air has a place on earth. He has just bought an acre of ground beautifully situated above the lake. We begin building this autumn. These bits of Dublin life are from the diaries:— Mr. Higginson cast his vote, I have never failed to take off my hat when casting mine. In 1892, Colonel Higginson's devoted sister Anna died, and he wrote, It was a touching thing thus to close the half century of our family's residence in Brattleboro, where they went in 1842. But the gradual disappearance of early friends never visibly depressed him. He lived in the present, and when disappointed in a contemporary wrote in his diary, Thank God, there are always children! The lecture ha
w (mother of T. W. H.), character, 5, 6; son's tribute to, 7, 56; letters to her son, 10, 36, 116; accounts of him, 12, 13, 15, 16; son's letters to (early), 18, 19, 35-38, 47, 55, 56, 58-60, 65, 74, 75, 79-81; (Newburyport) 87, 91– 93, 96, 97, 99, 100, 102, 104, 106, 108, 110, 113, 116; (Worcester) 119, 125, 128, 136-38, 148, 154, 159, 160, 163-65, 202-04, 210, 211-13; (Kansas journey) 168, 169, 171, 172; (war) 216, 222, 226, 228-31, 249, 250; moves from Kirkland Street, 19, 20; moves to Brattleboro. Vt., 47; tribute to son, 56; encourages him, 71, 81, 82, 86; watchful care of, 90, 148; advice to, 116, 120; influence of, 120; death, 254. Higginson, Louisa Wentworth, daughter of T. W. H., birth, 294; death, 295. Higginson, Margaret Waldo, second daughter of T. W. H., birth of, 298; and her father, 300-07, 318-21, 372, 373; his letters to, 304, 305, 371; in Italy, 354; in London, 359, 360; birthday celebration of, 372; marriage, 392. Higginson, Mary Channing, new home, 85, 86