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Walpole (New Hampshire, United States) (search for this): chapter 5
hese are used up? Will new ones come? How will it be when I have to write two a week and shall not be willing to dilute any? The young thinker naturally felt some solicitude as the time approached for new responsibilities; and the thought of being obliged to write weekly sermons —forcing himself to write when not feeling inspired —filled him with dismay. He also dreaded the necessity of preparing his graduation theme or Visitation Part. In February, he preached two sermons at Walpole, New Hampshire, which met with much favor. The minister borrowed one of the sermons for his wife to read, and she gave it her highest endorsement, pronouncing it a real Parker sermon! His clear enunciation and expressive way of reading the hymns also won praise. About this time he had an invitation to preach at Newburyport. His mother was overjoyed at these successful beginnings and congratulated him on the happy opening of his career. Wentworth was now reading Emerson's Essays and sometimes
Menotomy (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 5
e path he was striking out for himself; but even she asked in bewilderment, You don't want women to vote, do you, or be lawyers, or go to Congress! The son, never daunted, thus expressed his taste for individuality:— I do not like family characteristics to prevail very strongly among brothers. Now the B——s are not regarded as individuals, but as a batch of brothers and sons of Dr. B. Early in this year, Higginson had written to Samuel Johnson:— I have made my debut at West Cambridge. I pleased the audience, I heard and did something towards satisfying myself that the pulpit is my vocation. After delivering his visitation address on Clergy and Reform, 1847, he wrote Miss Channing:— I cannot tell you what a sensation my yesterday's words made—nor how exhausted and weary of soft speeches I got before night. All sorts of men from Dr. Parkman to Theo. Parker introduced themselves to me (some of them knew father)—and said all manner of things. . . . With M
Newburyport (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 5
t feeling inspired —filled him with dismay. He also dreaded the necessity of preparing his graduation theme or Visitation Part. In February, he preached two sermons at Walpole, New Hampshire, which met with much favor. The minister borrowed one of the sermons for his wife to read, and she gave it her highest endorsement, pronouncing it a real Parker sermon! His clear enunciation and expressive way of reading the hymns also won praise. About this time he had an invitation to preach at Newburyport. His mother was overjoyed at these successful beginnings and congratulated him on the happy opening of his career. Wentworth was now reading Emerson's Essays and sometimes wondered why he read any other book. I can't make up my mind, wrote the youth in one of his moments of doubt, whether my radicalisms will be the ruin of me or not. At any rate, these isms caused much dismay among his more conservative brothers and sisters. The question what the baby of the family might do next g
Pala (New Mexico, United States) (search for this): chapter 5
ned not before —that on Sunday next you will lose your last baby. Your youngest son will attain his majority! Shall you not have an ox roasted whole at Boscobel? This was the name of the Brattleboro house. The poem referred to, written at the age of eight, ran thus:— I. How sweet the morning air To those who early rise To gather flowers for their hair Before the sun is in the skies! II. The waterman waits, the waterman waits For somebody in his boat to glide:— A gentleman from Santa Fe Says, ‘I'll go in the boat with thee, If you with cents will contented be Then I'll go in the boat with thee!’ The plan of reviewing a book by Lydia Maria Child occurred to Higginson one winter evening. He got home late, and without a fire sat down and wrote until midnight. His satisfaction was great, for it seemed to him that he now saw the way to gratify his longing to do something for the world, and wrote, I feel as if a new world were opening before me and my work were now begi
Brookline (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 5
of my class here, and no others I care much about—though I have half a dozen visiting acquaintance. . . . I lead a nice oysterlike life with occasional trips to Brookline and Boston. . . . Commons I like very much. To his mother who was anxious about her son's frugal diet, he wrote:— As to commons you must be satisfied tking football in the evening, pleased to find that his running powers had increased. Skating on Fresh Pond still attracted him; coasting was always to be had in Brookline; and there was the same fascination in having long evening talks with Parker (now a law student) as in undergraduate days. Another diversion was attending matof learning whatever there is to be learned. He continues:— I am delighted to find my memory is becoming more retentive than ever before. The last year at Brookline gave me time to digest the immense weight of miscellaneous matter heaped on it from my earliest boyhood, and now I begin to study to very much more advantage and<
Worcester (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 5
to be useful so he be true and bold. . . . I am an enthusiast now, I know. So much the better. Whoever was in the highest degree useful without being such? In these years of thought and study, Wentworth wrote many verses, some of which were published in periodicals. This led to the dream of being a poet. His few hymns which are included in American and English collections of sacred song and are still sung in churches were written at this time. One day, many years later, he met his Worcester contemporary, George F. Hoar, on the street, who asked him if he was the author of the hymn containing the lines— And though most weak our efforts seem, Into one creed these thoughts to bind. Upon Mr. Higginson's assenting, Mr. Hoar said that he considered this hymn the most complete statement of Christian doctrine that was ever made. In that early period the young man exclaimed, Oh, heavens, what would I not give to know whether I really have that in me which will make a poet, or w
Cambridge (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 5
distributed. In the autumn of that year, 1845, he shared in the popular excitement about the proposed admission of Texas to the Union, attending meetings in Cambridge and at Faneuil Hall. He composed in verse a Texas rallying cry which appeared in The Liberty News, in The Free State Rally, and in The Liberator. He joined others in getting signatures to a petition called Remonstrance against the Admission of Texas as a Slave State from 764 Inhabitants of Wards I and 2 of the Town of Cambridge, Mass. (known as East Cambridge and Cambridge Port). He records spending Sunday morning at home, the first time he had missed church-going for a year and a half, to prepare the petition. One hundred and sixty-six of the signatures were feminine and he pasted them all on a long strip of cloth and pressed them with a borrowed flatiron. Somewhat later he reported to his mother:— At Cambridge we are in peace since the Texas petition thirteen feet long, double column, went off. . . . I hav
Boscobel (Wisconsin, United States) (search for this): chapter 5
. The only additional great truth that occurs to me is this which it is strange I mentioned not before —that on Sunday next you will lose your last baby. Your youngest son will attain his majority! Shall you not have an ox roasted whole at Boscobel? This was the name of the Brattleboro house. The poem referred to, written at the age of eight, ran thus:— I. How sweet the morning air To those who early rise To gather flowers for their hair Before the sun is in the skies! II. The n the midst of these absorbing public interests the young student was agitated by personal problems; and when his first year at the school was nearly over, he wrote this startling letter to his mother. It must have fallen like a bomb into quiet Boscobel:— That the cup of your joy may not be more full than is good for you, I write to say that I have finally made up my mind that I must leave the Divinity School. Entirely apart from the fact that instructors, companions, and course of stud<
North East (Pennsylvania, United States) (search for this): chapter 5
n the streets of Boston besides. Oh it will be nice—so free. Life went a Maying With nature, love and liberty When I was young. In this hopeful spirit, the young emigrant loaded his traps upon a wagon and led the horse over muddy roads to the room he had chosen in the first building called College House. The new quarters he described in a letter to his Aunt Nancy:— Here I am very nicely fixed, Madam; a very pleasant place is the Old Den, I assure you, particularly this room, North East third story—commanding a pretty view of the College Yard, especially neat in the morning—dew—grass—trees—library ground-glass windows—sunshine and so on—overlooks the street too very nicely—Brighton cattle —enthusiastic pigs—agonized maternal cows— heartrent filial calves and all that, very enlivening. Oh it is the nicest room I know anywhere in its situation. . . the back part veiled into a bedroom by tall curtains a la Greque (secondhand—the gift of our liberal fell
Brattleboro (Vermont, United States) (search for this): chapter 5
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
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