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Beaconsfield (United Kingdom) (search for this): chapter 15
as brought all England round to it he thinks and perhaps it is true—says The Empire of Russia is an anachronism which I hope to destroy. He claims to be liberal and even radical, but thinks the thing now to be done is to save the colonial empire which only Beaconsfield can do. He thinks that Beaconsfield is not selfish, or vain in a petty way, but has a sublime self confidence and thinks he (B.) alone can save this nation of stupid snub-nosed Englishmen —and A. seems to think the same of Beaconsfield's policy. To save the British Empire from the Russians is to Arnold like saving Rome from the Gauls. Arnold the other day came upon that poem He who died at Azan, read it with delight and finally remembered that he wrote it himself in youth . . . . She (Fanny) showed me his Star of India with pride; but her children with as much [pride]. Found General Higginson and Henry H. waiting to go to the Guards' Review for Queen's birthday, Trooping the colors, as it is called. There was a gr
Department de Ville de Paris (France) (search for this): chapter 15
French than English in the grace and sweetness of her manners. At the Voltaire Centenary in Paris, Colonel Higginson heard Victor Hugo speak and was much struck with the storm of enthusiasm whicut Colonel Higginson had a natural aptitude for acquiring languages, and on his first arrival at Paris he wrote: French came to me like a flash and I interpreted for stray Englishmen at the customhouse! During this second visit he strolled into the suburbs of Paris and walked from Sceaux to Chatenay, and bought vin ordinaire in the very room where Voltaire was born. To continue the extracts:— Paris, Monday, July 22. I dined at Mr. Hitt's (American Sec'y of Legation) to meet Stanley the explorer. . . . I sat next to Stanley who is a very queer combination—much smoothed and softenet of you, you are simply one stranger more, unimportant as a fly. When I look back on my life in Paris, I seem to have carried about with me a moving wall of seclusion, which is now exchanged for the
Sorrento (Italy) (search for this): chapter 15
boy (son of the former head-waiter who was murdered by the former cook) helps hold her contrary head, and the owner milks into a little pitcher. When convalescence came, the interesting Swedish doctor and author, Munthe, advised us to go to Sorrento and then to Capri where he said Andrews and Coleman (American author and artist) would take care of us till he came. Dr. Munthe had a villa there, but just then was in Rome in charge of the future King of Sweden. At Sorrento, wrote Colonel HigSorrento, wrote Colonel Higginson, we called on Marion Crawford the novelist who has a perfectly beautiful villa and grounds. Mrs. Crawford begged us to come over this afternoon and see the children dance the Tarantella (national dance) in honor of their father. Removed to the bracing air of Capri, the record continued:— Found a very pleasant circle of English and American men. I enjoyed also meeting Wm. Wordsworth, grandson of the poet and himself a minor poet,—a most distinguished looking man, a handsome like
Canterbury (United Kingdom) (search for this): chapter 15
sential behind which we often have on setting out for journeys . . . . I found with regret that I could not look on the Irish hills with quite the intense delight they inspired when they were my first glimpse of Europe. Arrived again in London, in May, he writes:— Went to see Prof. Masson at the Athenaeum Club and found that I am admitted as a guest through [Sir Frederick] Pollock and Hughes. It is a great satisfaction and honor . . . . As we went through the hall the Archbishop of Canterbury was coming down stairs, Sir Henry Maine, the author was coming from the smoking room, and the three men in the smoking room were Galton, Palgrave and the editor of the Quarterly Review. No building in the world has so many eminent men within its walls from 4 to 6 daily. Then he records meeting at the Cosmopolitan Club, Anthony Trollope, Lord Houghton, whom he knew before, brisk, small, and chatty; and of having a talk with Galton, author of Hereditary Genius. Heard a lecture fro
Dublin, N.H. (New Hampshire, United States) (search for this): chapter 15
te that he had not yet learned in Welsh the request that should have followed—to put it in again —so that it is not quite clear whether the good woman is not still standing with that useful member protruded. This was a confusion of tongues indeed; and since the tongue is clearly the banner of health it may be the very disaster which Gray's bard predicted. Such are the anxieties of the wanderer; and when I think how many opportunities I have missed of attending a prescribed worship in Dublin, N. H., I feel that I may have erred in wandering too far and must next year confine my sober wishes to Dublin. Ever faithfully, in any one dialect, Your Warden. A London letter written in August reports:— The Colonel and Margaret had a delightful afternoon with Swinburne. The house where he and Watts-Dunton live is full of Rossetti's pictures. Swinburne devoted himself to Margaret and showed her many treasures. The rest of our time was spent in the south of England. From We<
Saint James (Missouri, United States) (search for this): chapter 15
whom was the Prince Royal of Prussia, a very handsome blonde soldierly German, in beautiful white uniform. With them rode many others of high rank. . . . The mounted bugle corps wears the picturesque uniform of Charles ii's day—black velvet caps and heavy gold lace coats. All around the open square the houses were covered with people, and all uncovered at God save the Queen. Of course there were showers but nobody minded that. After review the Gen. said our only chance for the music at St. James' Palace will be to keep close by these fellows —so he, Henry and I marched rapidly between the ranks of the magnificent guards, keeping close to an officer he knew and just clearing the edge of the crowd, who pressed close to us. It was deliciously amusing to me—the audacity of the thing—Gen. H. striding on, out of uniform, but of distinguished bearing, then I behind him, and Henry H. behind me trying to look as if we had a right there which sometimes the mob at our side seemed seriously
Gibralter (North Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 15
nd the salon, which opened into a very pleasant garden, was his study. In September the record says:— We had a delightful run through Switzerland. .. The Protestant service in the cathedral [at Basle] seemed to me a glimpse of Puritanism of 200 years ago, even to the gown and band of the preacher and the tythingmen who stood up to keep the boys in order. In the journey of 1901, we sailed direct for Italy, and from Castellamare Colonel Higginson wrote:— Our visits to Madeira, Gibraltar, Tangier and Granada were perfectly successful and each of them worth crossing the ocean for. At Granada we lived close to the Alhambra and found it more beautiful even than we had imagined, especially the ceilings of the rooms which were carved and colored like a celestial bee hive. . .. We are spending a week at this beautiful place. Vesuvius is only a few miles away; between us and it stretches a beach of exquisite curve, with a slight line of surf. Behind it lies a level
Torbay (United Kingdom) (search for this): chapter 15
that he was a grandson of Samuel Taylor Coleridge. This new and congenial friend was full of interesting anecdotes about Coleridge, Southey, and Lamb. Higginson wrote:— July 20. Lunched with E. Hartley Coleridge at Oxford and Cambridge Club . . . . Coleridge does not recall his grandfather but [remembers] well his great aunt Mrs. Lloyd a most superior woman at 90, reading Horace, etc. His aunt Mrs. H. A. Coleridge quoted her uncle Southey a great deal . . . . He says we must go to Torquay where his sister Christobel (!) lives. To continue the extracts from the foreign journals and letters:— London, July 27, 1897. Yesterday I went to Parliament and heard a rousing debate on Africa by Chamberlain, Harcourt, Balfour, Hicks-Beach, Labouchere and the leaders generally; they hit quite as hard as our congressmen. To-day I am going to meet Swinburne. Our reception at the Channings [Francis Channing, M. P., now Lord Channing of Wellingborough] was a great success,
Cambria (United Kingdom) (search for this): chapter 15
ly of the practical character of Browning and said he was always ready to help every one, while Tennyson lived more in the clouds; but they testified to the unbroken friendship between the poets. In July we were back in England, dipping into Wales and exploring the Lake region. From Grasmere Colonel Higginson wrote:— My wife and I drove out to Rydal Mount, Wordsworth's later home, and as we stood looking through the gate a very pleasing man came from among the rosebushes and asked iious tongues, especially in Rome where the Higher Intelligences are understood to communicate mainly in Latin. They were less obstructive to my mind however than when, at the close of an early service in the Church of England at Bettws-y-coed in Wales I heard a language at once rattling and melodious and found that a service was proceeding in Welsh. I remembered the school-poem by Thomas Gray called The bard which begins Ruin seize thee, ruthless king Confusion on thy banners wait, and f
Frankfort (Kentucky, United States) (search for this): chapter 15
lilies there and she says all sorts of plants, but there were only some ivy roots of which I took one and shall try to make it grow. Aug. 8. From Bingen to Frankfort. O, what a charming day! wandering along the Rhine with Bettine in my hand, studying out all the scenes of the letters I have always enjoyed so much. First I on and lay down on a bench and slept as Bettine would have done . . . . It is such a delight to have an ideal object, especially in travelling alone. Aug. 9. Frankfort. Here still was Bettine, but lost in the greater stream of Goethe. The Goethe house was my chief interest . . . . Below were his magnificent mother's rooms . . . portraits of her . . . in the very room where she used to sit and chat with Bettine and they were (as the latter says) the only two people alive in Frankfort or anywhere else. At Nuremberg he saw Albert Durer's house, scene of The Artist's Married Life, which interested him profoundly; and at Dresden he penetrated into the h
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