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George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard), Chapter 18: (search)
s to grow old as fast as anybody I meet, and who is said to have shown symptoms of age in a speech to-day. . . . . It was so pleasant that I forgot myself and stayed too late, so that I did not arrive at Senior's, to a musical party, till considerably after eleven o'clock. There I talked a long time with Lord Hatherton, who has just had a day or two from Tocqueville, and who—as well as Lady Hatherton—seemed to share the general admiration he has inspired during his visit here. . . . . July 18.—Milnes called for me in his open carriage at ten, and we drove through the beautiful country—which is found on almost all sides of London—to Twickenham, for a breakfast at the Duc d'aumale's. His place is called Orleans House, and is one of those rich old places that abound in England. It was once occupied by his father, Louis Philippe, and the Duc—who, you know, has the immense Conde fortune—has filled it up with rare and curious books, inherited pictures, manuscripts, etc., etc.
George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard), Chapter 24: (search)
forget how full half a century ago, in the Reit-bahn at Gottingen, I used to be delighted when the Stall-meister called out, Der Schimmel fur den Herrn Ticknor, because a gray horse was the best in the large establishment. In short, must it not be the same in all languages? . . . . To Sir Edmund Head, London. Brookline, August 2, 1867. my dear Head,—You are a day in advance of me, but no more; for I laid out your last letter yesterday to answer it, and in the evening came yours of July 18,—very agreeable and instructive, like all its predecessors, but not satisfactory so far as Lady Head is concerned. By this time, however, I trust she is getting draughts of health at Aix-la-Chapelle, Aachen, Aquisgran, or whatever else they choose to make out of the Roman aquae. I have been there twice, and thought the place detestable both times; winter and summer alike . . . . Thank you for your notices of the Club, and for the little printed sheet, which I suppose was intended for o