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George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard), Chapter 12: (search)
d, and indeed there seems no great cause for alarm at present Without the nonsense of a Peace Society, a change is coming over the spirits of men, and it is more and more felt that war is not to be undertaken for frivolous punctilios or unimportant interests. . . . . Believe me, my dear sir, Very truly yours, Henry Hallam. A few months later Mr. Ticknor writes as follows:— To Don P. De Gayangos. Boston, October 14, 1850. My dear Don Pascual,—I wrote you last on the 19th of August, since which I have not heard from you directly; but I know that the copies of my History which I sent to Mr. Barringer and to Don Adolfo de Castro, through your kindness, have safely reached their destination. Don Adolfo writes to me very agreeably about my book, but says he shall answer what I have said about the Buscapie. Young Prescott has returned lately, and brought me the fine copies of Ayllon's Cid, 1579, and of the Toledana Discreta, 1604, which you intrusted to his care. H
George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard), Chapter 19: (search)
good,— but evidently full of truth, and not touched or finished up in the least afterwards. But this was the last of my pleasures in this remarkable establishment, where I have enjoyed so much, for it was time to go. The whole party came with me to the door, . . . . bidding me good by, with many kind wishes that we might meet again, with all sorts of kind messages from the Trevelyans to you at home. Indeed, I very much wished you had been with me there, you would have so enjoyed it. August 19.—. . . . I left Derby . . . . late this morning; I was soon in the smother of the manufacturing district, and passing through Dudley came to Wolverhampton, where I took a cab, which in two hours brought me nineteen miles to Sir John Acton's, at Aldenham Park. I arrived about four o'clock, was most heartily received, and came to my room, . . . . and went down to dinner at half past 7. . . . . Sir John's establishment, of which I have yet seen very little, is perfectly appointed, and in adm