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Bliss Perry, The American spirit in lierature: a chronicle of great interpreters, Chapter 9: Union and Liberty (search)

inheritor of the ideas of Jefferson, Clay, and Webster, perceives and maintains, in the noblest tones of our civic speech, the sole conditions of our continuance as a nation. Let us begin with oratory, an American habit, and, as many besides Dickens have thought, an American defect. We cannot argue that question adequately here. It is sufficient to say that in the pioneer stages of our existence oratory was necessary as a stimulus to communal thought and feeling. The speeches of Patrickelia and Legree are alive. Mrs. St. Clare might have been one of Balzac's indolent, sensuous women. Uncle Tom himself is a bit too good to be true, and readers no longer weep over the death of little Eva-nor, for that matter, over the death of Dickens's little Nell. There is some melodrama, some religiosity, and there are some absurd recognition scenes at the dose. Nevertheless with an instinctive genius which Zola would have envied, Mrs. Stowe embodies in men and women the vast and ominou

Bliss Perry, The American spirit in lierature: a chronicle of great interpreters, Chapter 10: a New nation (search)

wrote the short story which was destined to make him famous in the East and to release him from California forever. It was The luck of Roaring camp. He had been writing romantic sketches in prose and verse for years; he had steeped himself in Dickens, like everybody else in the eighteen-sixties; and now he saw his pay-gravel shining back into his own shining eyes. It was a pocket, perhaps, rather than a lead, but Bret Harte worked to the end of his career this material furnished by the campuately represent the actual California of the fifties, as old Californians obstinately insist, is doubtless true, but it is beside the point. Here is no Tolstoi painting the soul of his race in a few pages: Harte is simply a disciple of Poe and Dickens, turning the Poe construction trick gracefully, with Dickensy characters and consistently romantic action. The West has been rediscovered many a time since that decade which witnessed the first literary bonanza of Mark Twain and Bret Harte.

Bliss Perry, The American spirit in lierature: a chronicle of great interpreters, Index. (search)

rd Transcendentalism, 143; life and writings, 168-74; died (1891), 255; typically American, 265 Luck of Roaring camp, the, Harte 241 Lyceum system, 175 McFingal, Trumbull 69 Magazines, in colonies, 60-61; in 20th century, 263-64 Magnalia Christi Americana, Mather 46, 47 Maidenhood, Longfellow 156 Man who Corrupted Hadleyburg, the, Clemens 238 Man without a country, Hale, 224 Marble Faun, the, Hawthorne 146, 151 Marshes of Glynn, the, Lanier 255 Martin Chuzzlewit, Dickens 87 Mason, John, Captain, 38 Massachusetts to Virginia, Whittier 160 Mather, Cotton, 43, 45-48; diary, 46-47 Mather, Increase, 43 Maud Muller, Whittier 5-6 Memorial Odes, Lowell 172 Miller, C. H. (Joaquin), 244 Minister's black Veil, the, Hawthorne 30 Minister's Wooing, the, Stowe 22 Modern instance, a, Howells 251 Montcalm and Wolfe, Parkman 185 Moody, W. V., 257 Morituri Salutamus, Longfellow 156 Morris, G. P., 107 Mosses from an Old Manse, Hawthorne 1

James Parton, Horace Greeley, T. W. Higginson, J. S. C. Abbott, E. M. Hoppin, William Winter, Theodore Tilton, Fanny Fern, Grace Greenwood, Mrs. E. C. Stanton, Women of the age; being natives of the lives and deeds of the most prominent women of the present gentlemen, Fanny Fern-Mrs. Parton. (search)

felt that Life is too short for such things as these, as poor Douglas Jerrold said, when extending his hand to a friend from whom he had been for some time separated by a misunderstanding,--an estrangement for which, said that noble friend, Charles Dickens, with generous tenderness, I was the one to blame. In 1851 Fanny Fern was born into literary life. Aessay was penned by the widowed mother, on whose heart lay a great burden of loving care. That care .was her inspiration, her desperate ho. So an essay was penned,--a little essay it was, I believe, measured by paragraphs and lines, but it was in reality big with the fate of Fanny and her girls. It was a venture quite as important to its author as was the first Boz sketch to Charles Dickens, or as was Jane Eyre to Charlotte Bronte. After a patient trial and many rebuffs, she found, in a great city, an editor enterprising, or charitable, enough, to publish this essay, and to pay for it,--for he was a just man, who held that ver

parlor, or at the dinner-table, yet no writer. Many have the faculty of expressing a valuable thought in appropriate language; but that does not endow one with the rights, the honors, and the fame of authorship. Give Edward Lytton Bulwer three hours of leisure daily, and in a year he will give the world three hundred and sixty-five chapters of unequalled story-telling, in a style that never grows dull, never palls upon the taste, that is perpetually fresh, clear-cut, and brilliant. Charles Dickens will sit down by any window in London, or lounge through any street in London, and describe the characters that pass before him, in a way that will charm the reading public of two continents, in paragraphs for every one of which his publishers will gladly pay him a guinea before the ink is dry. Sara Clarke was not three years in her teens before the Rochester papers were glad to get her compositions. They were fresh, piquant, racy. It was impossible to guess whether she had read eith

brought all the powers of a splendid intellect to the task, but poured out her whole heart in the work. This book was written, as we have said, in sorrow, in sadness, in obscurity, and with the heart almost broken in view of the sufferings it describes! Here, surely, is one secret of its power. David long ago revealed it. He that goeth forth, weeping, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless return again with songs, bringing his sheaves with him. So she went forth, and so returned. Charles Dickens said, A noble book with a noble purpose! In Uncle Tom we have a charming story, and an unanswerable argument. And the artistic idea, and the moral purpose are coordinately developed and finally fulfilled in perfect harmony. With no other theme, even had it been treated with equal ability, would Mrs. Stowe have attained equal success. On the other hand, the subject of slavery could never have commanded the attention of the world as this book has done, had it been treated in some

hell as impossible. At twenty-three she married Dr. Samuel G. Howe, of Boston,--a man whose heroic labors for Greece in her struggle for independence, whose beautiful devotion to the blind, and whose anti-slavery crusades made men speak of him as the new Bayard. They went abroad immediately. In England the petted child, the young heiress, the idol of her own circle, the haughty belle, found that her only claim to social distinction was her husband's fame, which the recent publication of Dickens's American notes had made dear to all noble English hearts. To a woman of her strong, self-centred nature, of her conscious power, and stately pride, this acceptance of her as the appendage of another, this carelessness of what sovereignty might be in herself, was an abasement as bitter as salutary. She had dreamed of literary fame; but this sudden humiliation, the new cares, the alien interests that crowded upon her, postponed her career for years. She came to the Old World as a queen c

Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 1, Chapter 14: first weeks in London.—June and July, 1838.—Age, 27. (search)

Sumner, who speak with such force and correctness, employ a word which, in the present connection, is not English? Washington's body was never burnt; there are no ashes,—say, rather, remains. I tell this story, compliment and all, just as it occurred, that you may better understand this eccentric man. I think we were all jaded and stupid, for the conversation rather flagged. Forster John Forster, 1812-76; contributor to reviews, and author of the biographies of Oliver Goldsmith, Charles Dickens, Walter Savage Landor, and Dean Swift (the last incomplete). was there, whom you well know as the great writer in the Examiner and the author of the Lives. He is a very able fellow, and is yet young. Landor takes to him very much. His conversation is something like his writing. I had a good deal of talk with him. You must know, also, that our host, Mr. Kenyon, is a bosom friend of Southey and Wordsworth, and is no mean poet himself, besides being one of the most agreeable men I ever

Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 2, Chapter 24: Slavery and the law of nations.—1842.—Age, 31. (search)

receding. In the spring he visited New York with Prescott,—their special errand being to meet Washington Irving. In January he had many pleasant interviews with Dickens, who brought a letter to him from John Kenyon, and who was grateful for his kindness. Dickens's Life, Vol. I. p. 305. Late in August he met Lord Ashburton, whDickens's Life, Vol. I. p. 305. Late in August he met Lord Ashburton, who was then in Boston, and visited with him places of interest in the city and suburbs. With Lord Morpeth, who was journeying in various parts of the country, he continued his correspondence. Morpeth sailed on his return Sept. 29. Sumner passed the last five days in New York with him,—sharing in the hospitalities extended to him,on's, and the other at Mrs. Ritchie's. I wish you had been here to see our women, whom you did not see. We are on tiptoe to see who shall catch the first view of Dickens above the wave. To-morrow or next day, the packet will be here. Query: Will he eat the dinner the young Bostonians wish him to eat, and make the speeches (large

Cambridge History of American Literature: volume 3 (ed. Trent, William Peterfield, 1862-1939., Erskine, John, 1879-1951., Sherman, Stuart Pratt, 1881-1926., Van Doren, Carl, 1885-1950.), Book III (continued) (search)

ly conceded. Except for a certain flavour of Dickens in The Gilded age there is hardly an indicatihen Chinee), The Society upon the Stanislaus, Dickens in camp, and Jim. Some of these poems were ds favourite authors were Burns in poetry and Dickens in prose. With his father he often went to the art of fiction no one needs to say again. Dickens, Kingsley, and Mrs. Gaskell had already set t for his sense of earth in human life; and to Dickens, whose magic, Howells saw, was rough. Macaulphs of The Mansions of England, the novels of Dickens read aloud in the family circle, —these fed hure of his irony; while his dramatizations of Dickens's David Copperfield and Dombey and son were i the Dickens interpreters. Dramatizations of Dickens in America kept pace with those in England. hey may be issued all the continuous tales of Dickens, Bulwer, Croly, Lever, Warren, and other dist Martineau (Society in America, 1837) and Charles Dickens (American notes, 1842), guests not inclin

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