ator, and God may grant you the privilege of being an Abo.
Worcester, February, 1859
George Curtis lectured here last week.
With the most delicious elocution we have-except perhaps Wendell Phillips's — and a fascinating rhetoric and an uncorrupted moral integrity, he showed yet a want of intellectual vigor and training which will always prevent him from being a great man. Yet he perfectly fascinated everybody.
My lectures are over [for the season]. One of the last was at Dedham, and I stayed at Edmund Quincy's charming, English-looking place.
Did you ever hear of an English traveller who, looking out of Mr. Ticknor's window, pointed out as the only two Americans he had seen who looked like gentlemen, W. Phillips and Edmund Quincy?
Yet June of the same year found the writer in Pennsylvania.
Worcester, June, 1859
I got home from Pennsylvania on Friday morning. Whittier was in the same region a month before me and he said, God might have made a more beautifu