hide Sorting

You can sort these results in two ways:

By entity
Chronological order for dates, alphabetical order for places and people.
By position (current method)
As the entities appear in the document.

You are currently sorting in ascending order. Sort in descending order.

hide Most Frequent Entities

The entities that appear most frequently in this document are shown below.

Entity Max. Freq Min. Freq
Henry M. Stanley 436 0 Browse Search
Henry Morton Stanley 368 2 Browse Search
Henry Stanley 281 1 Browse Search
England (United Kingdom) 224 0 Browse Search
David Livingstone 204 0 Browse Search
Kruger 109 5 Browse Search
Africa 106 0 Browse Search
Zanzibar (Tanzania) 90 0 Browse Search
Europe 84 0 Browse Search
Liverpool (United Kingdom) 80 0 Browse Search
View all entities in this document...

Browsing named entities in a specific section of Henry Morton Stanley, Dorothy Stanley, The Autobiography of Sir Henry Morton Stanley. Search the whole document.

Found 367 total hits in 124 results.

1 2 3 4 5 6 ...
Switzerland (Switzerland) (search for this): part 2.13, chapter 2.24
. The end of all is destruction and utter extermination of the wealthy classes over Europe and America, and the quick upheaval of everything resembling Order and Law by the Anarchist clan, and the two continents relapse, fast enough, into barbarism, in consequence. It is a powerful story — impossible, of course; but some of its readers will rise from reading it, thoughtful, and a small seedling of good may, or ought, to come from it. At last, Stanley's holiday came, and we went to Switzerland at the end of July. The fine mountain air, the beauty of the scenery, long walks, peace and quiet, gave Stanley what he so needed — physical and mental rest. Of an evening, we read aloud, retiring very early, as Stanley had the African habit of rising at six. I persuaded Stanley sometimes to play at cards, but he never much cared to do so; he not only thought cards a great waste of time, but he also thought playing for money discreditable; he wanted all the time he could get for read
Oxford (United Kingdom) (search for this): part 2.13, chapter 2.24
he Chalet Royal, and the next day Stanley took a long walk with the King. Thus we spent four days, Stanley walking daily with His Majesty. We dined every evening at the Chalet Royal. On the 8th, we left Ostend. State-cabins were given to us, and a Royal lunch served. We now returned to London, and, on October 22nd, Stanley received his D. C. L., at Durham; on the 23rd, we went to Cambridge, where he received the Ll. D., from the University. In June, Stanley had been made D. C. L., by Oxford, and, soon after, Ll. D., by Edinburgh. The University of Halle had bestowed its Degree of Doctor of Philosophy in 1879. The mere list of Honorary Memberships of Geographical Societies, Addresses of Welcome, at home and abroad, and the Freedoms of all the leading cities in the United Kingdom, would occupy a large volume, and therefore cannot be more than alluded to here.--D. S. On the 29th October, we sailed for America. Stanley had undertaken a lecture tour, under the management of
Colorado (Colorado, United States) (search for this): part 2.13, chapter 2.24
ry kind and attentive to us wherever we go, but I wish the lectures were over; I am very weary. On Saturday, April 4th, we visited Nashville. Stanley's entry is simply Dear old Nashville! This tour was very exhausting. The constant travelling, lecturing, and social demands made upon us, taxed Stanley's strength severely. By nature shy and retiring, he shrank from ovations, and wished, above all things, to pass unnoticed. This letter written to me from our private car when I was in Colorado, where he joined me a few days later, will give an idea of his feelings:-- I spend most of my time in my own little cabin, writing or reading; enduring the breaks on my privacy because they are a necessity; each time invoking more patience, and beseeching Time to hurry on its lagging movement that I might once more taste of absolute freedom. Meanwhile, what pleasure I obtain is principally in reading, unless I come to a little town, and can slip, unobserved, out-of-doors for a walk. I
Cheltenham (United Kingdom) (search for this): part 2.13, chapter 2.24
re than you. Absolute stillness, somewhere in remote and inaccessible places, in an island, or in the air, only certain articles of food and comfort being indispensable. Then let me wake to strains of music, and I think I should rise to life again! Until then, existence is mere prolonged endurance. Stanley all his life had a passion for reading, when he could not be doing. He delighted in reading Caesar, Thucydides, Xenophon, Polybius, and lighter books also did not come amiss. From Cheltenham, he wrote:-- I have begun again on Thucydides. Gladstone's Gleanings are ended. They are all good. Strange! how I detect the church-going, God-fearing, conscientious Christian, in almost every paragraph. Julian Corbett's Drake is fair; I am glad I read it, and refreshed myself with what I knew before of the famous sailor. From the Bell Hotel, Gloucester, he wrote, June 3, 1891:-- I had a long walk into the country, which is simply buried under bushy green of grass and leaves
Milan, Sullivan County, Missouri (Missouri, United States) (search for this): part 2.13, chapter 2.24
of the real great ones of England he might have been, if he had not been cursed with cynicism. I have no idea to what his Anthropology refers, but I would lay great odds that it is only another means of relieving himself of a surcharge of spleen against the section of humanity who have excited his envy, dislike, or scorn. If he had a broad mind, he would curb these tendencies, and thus allow men to see more clearly his grander qualities. From Maloja, we went to the Lake of Como, visited Milan, and spent a night at Captain Camperio's delightful house, La Santa, near Monza. Stanley thus describes it:-- Camperio and Casati, the African travellers, were at the station to greet us. After twenty minutes drive from Monza we reached Camperio's place; it was formerly a convent, and has been in possession of the family two hundred years. Captain Camperio has been the devoted friend and patron of Casati for many years, and was the cause of his going to Africa. It appears that Casati,
France (France) (search for this): part 2.13, chapter 2.24
, Charles Avenue, to St. Charles Hotel. Took a walk with D. to Tchapitoulas St., then to the Levee; gazed across the full view, and pointed to Algiers opposite, where I had often sported. Monday, 30th March. Rose at six-thirty and went with D. to French Market, to treat her to what I have often boasted of, a cup of the best coffee in the world. The recipe appears to be two pounds of Java Coffee to one and a half gallons of water. Monsieur L. Morel owned the coffee-stand. He came from France in 1847. Very likely I must have drunk coffee, many a time, as a boy, at his stand! We walked home by Charles Street, well known to me. New Orleans changes but slowly. From New Orleans we visited Chattanooga. Went to the top of Lookout Mountain. People are very kind and attentive to us wherever we go, but I wish the lectures were over; I am very weary. On Saturday, April 4th, we visited Nashville. Stanley's entry is simply Dear old Nashville! This tour was very exhausting. T
Carnarvon (United Kingdom) (search for this): part 2.13, chapter 2.24
British glories, what themes and subjects! But how can I shout for Cambria? What is Cambria, alone? What has she done, what hope for her, separate and distinct from her big sister Britannia, or rather Anglia? United, they are great; but divided, neither is aught. Now do you understand to what a hard shift I am put? I shall be hooted out of the country, because my stubborn tongue cannot frame agreeable fictions! June 16, 1891, he wrote to me:-- You ought to have been with me at Carnarvon, simply to be amazed at the excitement in North Wales, along the line, as I stepped from the train; the people, hard-featured, homely creatures, rushed up, the crowd being enormous. Yesterday I had a striking explanation of why and wherefore the woman in the Scriptures kissed the hem of the Master's garment: as I moved through the crowd, I felt hands touch my coat, then, getting bolder, they rubbed me on the back, stroked my hair, and, finally, thumped me hard, until I felt that the honou
New Zealand (New Zealand) (search for this): part 2.13, chapter 2.24
Majesty, I said. I have a big task on hand for you, when you are ready, were his last words. In October, 1891, we left England for a visit to Australia, New Zealand, and Tasmania, travelling via Brindisi, some twelve miles from which our train came into collision with a goods train. Stanley thus describes the accident:-- ndismayed. I here give a letter from Sir George Grey, written a month later: Auckland, 29th Jan., 1892. my dear Stanley,--This is the 52nd Anniversary of New Zealand, a public holiday. I am left in perfect tranquillity, with full time for calm reflection, for all are gone on some party of pleasure. I have occupied my moryou with this long letter. I hope we shall meet again before long, but I fear some time may elapse before I can start for England. I feel that I owe duties to New Zealand, Australia, and the Cape, and, until I have at least partially fulfilled them, I hesitate to indulge my longing once more to revisit my early home, and my many
Department de Ville de Paris (France) (search for this): part 2.13, chapter 2.24
tron of Casati for many years, and was the cause of his going to Africa. It appears that Casati, far from being a champion of Emin, is now resentful towards him, because Emin, as usual with him, has been neglectful of his friend's susceptibilities. Casati has done very well with his Book. Captain Camperio and his delightful family were soon fast friends with us. A few years later he died, and so La Santa became only a happy memory. We now turned homeward, going first to Geneva, then to Paris, and, finally, on the 3rd October, 1890, to Ostend, where we stayed at Hotel Fontaine, as guests of the King. We dined at the Chalet Royal, and the next day Stanley took a long walk with the King. Thus we spent four days, Stanley walking daily with His Majesty. We dined every evening at the Chalet Royal. On the 8th, we left Ostend. State-cabins were given to us, and a Royal lunch served. We now returned to London, and, on October 22nd, Stanley received his D. C. L., at Durham; on the
Murren (Switzerland) (search for this): part 2.13, chapter 2.24
ud, retiring very early, as Stanley had the African habit of rising at six. I persuaded Stanley sometimes to play at cards, but he never much cared to do so; he not only thought cards a great waste of time, but he also thought playing for money discreditable; he wanted all the time he could get for reading, or planning something he meant to do, or write. He was, in fact, an inveterate worker. We were returning to England at the end of August, when Stanley, in a damp mountain-meadow at Murren, slipped and broke his left ankle. He suffered a good deal, the injury bringing on malaria; but the bone united without shortening the leg, and, in time, the lameness disappeared. This accident prevented his presiding at the Eisteddfod. On the 2nd October, Stanley went to Ostend, by invitation of the King of the Belgians. Mr. Mounteney Jephson accompanied him. Stanley wrote to me:-- The King does not look greyer than I remember him during the last two years. He tells me he will be
1 2 3 4 5 6 ...