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James Russell Lowell, Among my books, Milton. (search)
self, he always does it with an epical stateliness of phrase, and whose self-respect even in youth was so profound that it resembles the reverence paid by other men to a far-off and idealized character,— that he should be treated in this offhand familiar fashion by his biographer seems to us a kind of desecration, a violation of good manners no less than of the laws of biographic art. Milton is the last man in the world to be slapped on the back with impunity. Better the surly injustice of Johnson than such presumptuous friendship as this. Let the seventeenth century, at least, be kept sacred from the insupportable foot of the interviewer! But Mr. Masson, in his desire to be (shall I say) idiomatic, can do something worse than what has been hitherto quoted. He can be even vulgar. Discussing the motives of Milton's first marriage, he says, Did he come seeking his £ 500, and did Mrs. Powell heave a daughter at him? We have heard of a woman throwing herself at a man's head, and t
James Russell Lowell, Among my books, Keats. (search)
cieties, but him who finds a nepenthe for the soul we elect into the small academy of the immortals. The poems of Keats mark an epoch in English poetry; for, however often we may find traces of it in others, in them found its most unconscious expression that reaction against the barrel-organ style which had been reigning by a kind of sleepy divine right for half a century. The lowest point was indicated when there was such an utter confounding of the common and the uncommon sense that Dr. Johnson wrote verse and Burke prose. The most profound gospel of criticism was, that nothing was good poetry that could not be translated into good prose, as if one should say that the test of sufficient moonlight was that tallow-candles could be made of it. We find Keats at first going to the other extreme, and endeavoring to extract green cucumbers from the rays of tallow; but we see also incontestable proof of the greatness and purity of his poetic gift in the constant return toward equilibri
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), chapter 10 (search)
ning race of human-kind. It was but after the usual order of our discordant life. —where Purgatory lies so nigh to Paradise,—that she should thence be summoned to pass a Sunday with the prisoners at Sing-Sing. This was the period when; in fulfilment of the sagacious and humane counsels of Judge Edmonds, a system of kind discipline, combined with education, was in practice at that penitentiary, and when the female department was under the matronly charge of Mrs. E. W. Farnum, aided by Mrs. Johnson, Miss Bruce, and other ladies, who all united sisterly sympathy with energetic firmness. Margaret thus describes her impressions:— We arrived on Saturday evening, in such resplendent moonlight, that we might have mistaken the prison for a palace, had we not known but too well what those massive walls contained. Sunday morning we attended service in the chapel of the male convicts. They listened with earnest attention, and many were moved to tears. I never felt such sympathy with<
Capt. Calvin D. Cowles , 23d U. S. Infantry, Major George B. Davis , U. S. Army, Leslie J. Perry, Joseph W. Kirkley, The Official Military Atlas of the Civil War, Index. (search)
, 1; 100, 1 Jericho Ford, Va. 81, 2, 81, 7 Jericho Mills, Va. 55, 4; 96, 2 Jerusalem Plank Road, Va. 40, 1; 56, 1; 64, 1; 77, 2; 78, 5; 79, 1; 93, 1; 100, 2; 137, G8 Jetersville, Va.: Adjacent country to Sailor's Creek, Va. 77, 4 John Day's River, Oreg. 134, 1; 171 John's Island, S. C. 4, 1; 117, 1; 131, 1; 139, H4; 143, H13; 144, D13 Fort Johnson, S. C. 4, 1; 23, 6; 76, 2; 131, 1; 139, H4; 143, H14; 144, D14; 171 Views 1, 2; 2, 2 Johnson's Crook, Ga. 50, 5; 97, 1; 111, 9 Johnson's Island, Ohio: Sketch of military prison 66, 10 Johnsonville, Tenn. 24, 3; 115, 1 Vicinity of 115, 1 Fort Johnston, N. C. 76, 2, 76, 4; 105, 8; 132, 3; 135-A Sketch 132, 3 Johnstontown, W. Va. 116, 2 Jollification, Mo. 160, C11 Fort Jones, Tenn.: Plan 111, 14 Jonesborough, Ala. 24, 3; 117, 1; 118, 1; 148, B5; 149, E4 Jonesborough, Ga. 57, 1, 57, 3; 58, 2; 59, 6, 59, 9; 60, 2; 61,
Historic leaves, volume 1, April, 1902 - January, 1903, The Tufts Family in Somerville (search)
und would come to his house for water. He was selectman in 1780–‘81, and held other positions of trust. In 1808, the records say, he was employed to build for $235 the bridge over the creek, where the Fitchburg railroad now crosses Washington street. The record also informs us that he exceeded the appropriation by $3.30. There are no descendants of Samuel of the Tufts name now living in Somerville; but his daughters have left descendants in this city now represented by the Frost, Raymond, Johnson, Loring, and Edmands families. Aaron, the youngest son of Peter of Milk Row, settled in Medford and there died in early manhood. His only son, the Hon. Aaron Tufts, lived in central Massachusetts, and was a physician, manufacturer, representative, state senator, and justice of the court of sessions. We have thus imperfectly thrown together a few memorials, partly of record, partly hearsay, regarding a family that once owned more than a tenth part of the acreage of our territory, who
Historic leaves, volume 1, April, 1902 - January, 1903, Somerville Directory (search)
h. Ten Hills. James, William, b. horse collar maker, h. Beacon. James, William, shipbuilder, h. Mount Vernon. Jennings, Josiah, b. barber, h. Linwood. Johnson, Simon, b. dyer, h. Milk. Johnson, Philip, b. trader, Central, boards at C. Adams'. Johnson, David, carpenter, h. Snow hill. Jordan, Charles, b. dry goodJohnson, Philip, b. trader, Central, boards at C. Adams'. Johnson, David, carpenter, h. Snow hill. Jordan, Charles, b. dry goods, h. Joy. Kelley, John, laborer, h. Medford. Kelley, Jeremiah, b. accountant, h. Tufts. Kennison, Albert, brickmaker, h. Broadway. Kendall, George S., painter, h. Cambridge. Kendrick, Elbridge G., brickmaker, h. Franklin. Kidder, Andrew B., b. printer, h. Cambridge. Kimball, Jesse, brickmaker, h. Broadway. Johnson, David, carpenter, h. Snow hill. Jordan, Charles, b. dry goods, h. Joy. Kelley, John, laborer, h. Medford. Kelley, Jeremiah, b. accountant, h. Tufts. Kennison, Albert, brickmaker, h. Broadway. Kendall, George S., painter, h. Cambridge. Kendrick, Elbridge G., brickmaker, h. Franklin. Kidder, Andrew B., b. printer, h. Cambridge. Kimball, Jesse, brickmaker, h. Broadway. Kingman, Caleb, pump-maker, h. Cambridge. Kinsley, Zebediah, brickmaker, h. Linwood. Kinsley, Zebediah, Jr., brickmaker, h. Linwood. Kinsley, Henry, brickmaker, h. Linwood. McAdam, Margaret, dressmaker, near Prescott school. Nichols, widow, Waity G., h. Beacon. Noble, Simon N., b. stove dealer, h. Lime. Noble,
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 6. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Old portraits and modern Sketches (search)
octors otherwise forgotten. Yet, in respect to even these, we feel justified in assenting to the opinion of one abundantly capable of appreciating the character of Baxter as a writer. What works of Mr. Baxter shall I read? asked Boswell of Dr. Johnson. Read any of them, was the answer, for they are all good. He has left upon all the impress of his genius. Many of them contain sentiments which happily find favor with few in our time: philosophical and psychological disquisitions, which looson with unprofitable talk, or with speeches wherewith he can do no good? Enough of wearisome talk we have had about progress, the rights of the masses, the dignity of labor, and extending the area of freedom! Clear your mind of cant, sir, said Johnson to Boswell; and no better advice could be now given to a class of our democratic politicians. Work out your democracy; translate your words into deeds; away with your sentimental generalizations, and come down to the practical details of your d
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 6. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Personal Sketches and tributes (search)
for his cordial recognition and generous praise, but for the firm and yet kindly hand which pointed out deficiencies and errors of taste and judgment. As one of those who have found pleasure and profit in his writings in the past, I would gratefully commend them to the generation which survives him. His Literature of the Age of Elizabeth is deservedly popular, but there are none of his Essays which will not repay a careful study. What works of Mr. Baxter shall I read? asked Boswell of Dr. Johnson. Read any of them, was the answer, for they are all good. He will have an honored place in the history of American literature. But I cannot now dwell upon his authorship while thinking of him as the beloved member of a literary circle now, alas! sadly broken. I recall the wise, genial companion and faithful friend of nearly half a century, the memory of whose words and acts of kindness moistens my eyes as I write. It is the inevitable sorrow of age that one's companions must drop
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 6. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Historical papers (search)
bench. The Tory writers—Swift, Pope, Arbuthnot, and others—have undoubtedly exaggerated the defects of Burnet's narrative; while, on the other hand, his Whig commentators have excused them on the ground of his avowed and fierce partisanship. Dr. Johnson, in his blunt way, says: I do not believe Burnet intentionally lied; but he was so much prejudiced that he took no pains to find out the truth. On the contrary, Sir James Mackintosh, in the Edinburgh Review, speaks of the Bishop as an honest ere skirmish took place, in which the rescue of some of the prisoners was effected. Thirty of the enemy were left dead on the field, including the infamous Hertel de Rouville. On the part of the villagers, Captains Ayer and Wainwright and Lieutenant Johnson, with thirteen others, were killed. The intense heat of the weather made it necessary to bury the dead on the same day. They were laid side by side in a long trench in the burial-ground. The body of the venerated and lamented minister, wi
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 6. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), The black men in the Revolution and the war of 1812. (search)
t which has so extravagantly lauded their white companions in arms. If pulpits must be desecrated by eulogies of the patriotism of bloodshed, we see no reason why black defenders of their country in the war for liberty should not receive honorable mention as well as white invaders of a neighboring republic who have volunteered in a war for plunder and slavery extension. For the latter class of heroes we have very little respect. The patriotism of too many of them forcibly reminds us of Dr. Johnson's definition of that much-abused term: Patriotism, sir! Tis the last refuge of a scoundrel. What right, I demand, said an American orator some years ago, have the children of Africa to a homestead in the white man's country? The answer will in part be found in the facts which we have presented. Their right, like that of their white fellow-citizens, dates back to the dread arbitrament of battle. Their bones whiten every stricken field of the Revolution; their feet tracked with blood
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