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Goethe (search for this): chapter 31
much more nearly mad than their fellow-citizens. Girard, the tough, sensible, benevolent banker of Philadelphia was an oddity; and so was that other Philadelphian who placed all his hopes of distinction upon his persistence in the practice of not wearing a hat. Franklin was an oddity; and so was he who, says popular tradition, took his nightly repose in a lime-kiln, and never used a clothes-brush. It is best, perhaps, not to be odd; and, certainly, the wisest man need not be. The saying of Goethe on this subject seems good and commendable, that people who are compelled to differ from the world in important things should take all the more pains to conform to it in things unimportant. Yet all large towns contain one or more—always one—of the eccentric sort. It is a way large towns have. I have seen Horace Greeley in Broadway on Sunday morning with a hole in his elbow and straws clinging to his hat. I have seen him asleep while Alboni was singing her grandest. When he is asked res
Hayne (search for this): chapter 31
workingmen must be better educated: we must have better schools; they must learn to confide in one another more; then they will associate. Then, laughing, he added: If you know anybody afflicted with democracy, tell him to join an association; that will cure him if anything will; still, association will triumph in its day, and in its own way. In reply to G——'s definition of Webster as a petty man, with petty objects, sought by petty means, he said: I call him a– —--; but his last reply to Hayne was the biggest speech yet made; it's only so long, pointing to a place on his arm, but it's very great. Another remark on another subject elicited from him the energetic assertion that the invention of the key was the devil's masterpiece. Alluding to a recent paragraph of his, I said I thought it the best piece of English he had ever written. No, he replied, there's a bad repetition in it of the word sober in the same sentence; I can write better English than that. I told him of the
Girard (search for this): chapter 31
s, in a word, another man. He is a stranger in his father's house. He comes back to town, and, as years roll on, he hardens and sharpens into the finished citizen. It is so with most, but not with all. Some men there are—very few, yet some—who resist effectually, and to the last, the assimilating influence of cities. These are the oddities, the stared—at, the men of whom anecdotes are told. They are generally either much wiser, or else much more nearly mad than their fellow-citizens. Girard, the tough, sensible, benevolent banker of Philadelphia was an oddity; and so was that other Philadelphian who placed all his hopes of distinction upon his persistence in the practice of not wearing a hat. Franklin was an oddity; and so was he who, says popular tradition, took his nightly repose in a lime-kiln, and never used a clothes-brush. It is best, perhaps, not to be odd; and, certainly, the wisest man need not be. The saying of Goethe on this subject seems good and commendable, that <
Byron (search for this): chapter 31
eaned against the walls. Of the quality of the pictures I could not, in that light, form an opinion. The subjects of more than half of them were religious, such as, the Virgin rapt; Peter, lovest thou me? Christ crowned with thorns; Mary, Joseph, and Child; Virgin and Child; a woman praying before an image in a cathedral; Mary praying; Hermit and Skull; and others. There were some books upon the table, among them a few annuals containing contributions by Horace Greeley, volumes of Burns, Byron, and Hawthorne, Downing's Rural Essays, West's complete Analysis of the Holy Bible, and Ballou's Voice of Universalism. I waited an hour. There came a double and decided ring at the bell. No one answered the summons. Another and most tremendous ring brought the servant to the door, and in a moment, the face of the master of the house beamed into the room. He apologized thus:— I ought to have been here sooner, but I could n't. He flung off his overcoat, hung it up in the hall, and
Beman (search for this): chapter 31
lar apartment of six hundred medical student capacity, slanting steeply downward to the lecturer's platform. It is early, and only a few of the Independent Christians have arrived. Horatius, I see, has taken the seat nearest the door, and is already absorbed in the perusal of a newspaper, the London Times. With his hat off and his coat thrown open, he looks quite a different per son. True, the newly-revealed garments are no more ornamental than those I had already seen. It is clear that Beman's artistic hand bore no part in the production of that crumpled shirt, nor in the getting — up of that overlapping collar, nor in the frantic tie of that disconsolate neckerchief. But the eye of the stranger rests not upon these things; they are remembered afterwards; the stranger is taken up in the contemplation of that countenance, upon which Benignity's self has alighted, and sits enthroned on whitest ivory. Such a face, so fair, so good! No picture has caught its expression, at once y
Horace Greeley (search for this): chapter 31
remarked, is remedying that. In manner, Horace Greeley is still a rustic. The Metropolis has not is a way large towns have. I have seen Horace Greeley in Broadway on Sunday morning with a hole church, and does it well: I have seen Horace Greeley, sister mine, and I am going to tell you asurprised when I hear it whispered, That's Horace Greeley. I prick up my ears, and resolve to follodrowsy powers, and as Mr. Harris sat down, Horace Greeley woke up. Refreshed by his slumbers, he loohe time is put four or five years forward. Mr. Greeley, in the winter season, is at home on Saturd, and Park roared out, Thunder and lightning, Greeley, do you call that poetry? Speaking of a cer give the reader a sufficient insight into Horace Greeley's hurried, tumultuous way of life. Not the editor is on his way to his office. Mr. Greeley has few intimate friends and no cronies. Hried to get a peep into the inner bosom of Horace Greeley; but he kept it buttoned close against her[6 more...]
Ireland (search for this): chapter 31
akspeare? No, he replied, but I am satisfied there is no folly it will not run into. Then he rose, and said, Take off your things and go up stairs. must get some supper, for I have to go to that meeting at the Tabernacle, to-night, (anti-Nebraska.) As I passed the hat-stand in the hall, I said, Here is that immortal white coat. He smiled and said, People suppose it's the same old coat, but it is n't. I looked questioningly, and he continued, The original white coat came from Ireland. An emigrant brought it out; he wanted money and I wanted a coat; so I bought it of him for twenty dollars, and it was the best coat I ever had. They do work well, in the old countries; not in such a hurry as we do. The door closed, and I was alone with the lamp-post. In another hour, Horace Greeley, after such a day of hunger and fatigue, was speaking to an audience of three thousand people in the Tabernacle. These narratives, with other glimpses previously afforded, will perhaps
Louis Napoleon (search for this): chapter 31
no sign; the Times possesses him wholly. Will he read all through the service, and disconcert the young minister? No. At the first word from the preacher's lips, he drops the paper upon the bench, and addresses himself to—what do you think? Meditation? Finding the hymn? Looking about at the congregation? None of these. Leaning his white head upon his fair, slender hand, and his elbow upon the back of the pew, he closes his eyes, and instantaneously goes to sleep! Not Wellington, nor Napoleon, nor Ney, nor Julius Caesar, ever, after the longest fight, was sooner in the land of dreams. To all appearance— mind, I do not say it was so, but to all appearance—he was asleep before the hymn had been read to the end. Overtasked nature will assert and have her rights, and the weary wanderer find repose at last. Horatius neither stands at the singing, nor during the prayer does he assume any of the singular attitudes which are said to be those of devotion, nor does he pay the slightest <
Child (search for this): chapter 31
gainst the walls. Of the quality of the pictures I could not, in that light, form an opinion. The subjects of more than half of them were religious, such as, the Virgin rapt; Peter, lovest thou me? Christ crowned with thorns; Mary, Joseph, and Child; Virgin and Child; a woman praying before an image in a cathedral; Mary praying; Hermit and Skull; and others. There were some books upon the table, among them a few annuals containing contributions by Horace Greeley, volumes of Burns, Byron, anChild; a woman praying before an image in a cathedral; Mary praying; Hermit and Skull; and others. There were some books upon the table, among them a few annuals containing contributions by Horace Greeley, volumes of Burns, Byron, and Hawthorne, Downing's Rural Essays, West's complete Analysis of the Holy Bible, and Ballou's Voice of Universalism. I waited an hour. There came a double and decided ring at the bell. No one answered the summons. Another and most tremendous ring brought the servant to the door, and in a moment, the face of the master of the house beamed into the room. He apologized thus:— I ought to have been here sooner, but I could n't. He flung off his overcoat, hung it up in the hall, and lookin
Horatius (search for this): chapter 31
is rustic manners town Eccentricities Horace Greeley in Broadway—Horatius at church Horace Greeley at home. Horace Greeley stands five f The following is a part of one of his letters home. He describes Horatius at church, and does it well: I have seen Horace Greeley, sistprick up my ears, and resolve to follow him wherever he goes. Horatius, let me assure you, is a person in whose mind there lingers none oantly attired on Saturdays, when people in general are shabbiest. Horatius is no such person. No fine gentleman could be brought on any termearly, and only a few of the Independent Christians have arrived. Horatius, I see, has taken the seat nearest the door, and is already absorbrm, stands up to begin, the people fumbling for their hymn-books. Horatius gives no sign; the Times possesses him wholly. Will he read all t and have her rights, and the weary wanderer find repose at last. Horatius neither stands at the singing, nor during the prayer does he assum
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