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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.) 4 0 Browse Search
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Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Women and Men, chapter 52 (search)
put to bed before their mistress went; and all their clothes were neatly folded and put away separately. During the day, doubtless, each doll had its own career and position; was fed at table, fitted with new clothes, elevated into grandeur or repressed into humbleness. When their young mistress grew up they were doubtless laid aside, or transferred to other children, or banished to that dusty purgatory of the garret from which no doll is ever translated to paradise. I forget whether Hans Andersen has ever duly chronicled the tragedy that lies at the end of every doll's life; it is worse than that of any other pet. An old horse is often tended, an aged dog is at least shot, but an old doll is left to lie forever on its back in the garret, gazing with one remaining eye on the slowly gathering cobwebs above it. At any rate, the lady I describe was, after an interval of some ten years, reassigned to the duty that had absorbed her in girlhood-only this time the dolls were alive. On
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Letters and Journals of Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Chapter 1: Cambridge and Newburyport (search)
that absolutely nothing was injured save a dozen eggs out of fifty, and one toy? Fortunately no lamps were lighted and no children were there. By half-past 5 they were all dispersed, and then came in a few aristocratic infants, . . . whom Greta briefly designated as the whooping-cough children, before excluded for fear of that disorder. . . . That closed the pageant — the poor Christmas tree resigned its glories, with nothing to look forward to but the doom touchingly recorded by Hans Andersen in the story of the Fir tree (ours was a pine); . . . Jane The eldest of this remarkable group of sisters was Miss Jane Andrews, author of a juvenile book called Seven Little Sisters, which was translated into Chinese and Japanese. and Caroline went with me to the evening school and taught with their wonted energy; Mrs. Andrews doubtless sat up till after midnight, as usual, sewing for her own children or somebody's else, while Mr. Andrews read the Newburyport Herald or talked on in
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)
ed on some deep rooted aboriginal stock. The earlier, then, we leave off thinking of our own aboriginal literary sources as the product of an alien and conquered people, and begin to think of them as the inevitable outgrowth of the American environment, the more readily shall we come into full use of it: such use as has in other lands produced out of just such material the plays of Shakespeare, the epics of Homer, the operas of Wagner, the fables of Aesop, the hymns of David, the tales of Andersen, and the Arabian Nights. Perhaps the nearest and best use we can make of it is the mere contemplation of its content and quality, its variety and extent, to rid ourselves of the incubus of European influence and the ever-present obsession of New York. For we cannot take even this cursory view of it without realizing that there is no quarter of our land that has not spoken with distinct and equal voice, none that is not able, without outside influence, to produce in its people an adequat
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.), Index (search)
American speller, the, 400 American standard of orthography and pronunciation, the, 476 American traits, 586 American weekly Mercury, the, 535 American Whig Review, 301, 304, 308 Americans at home, 280 America's Place in History, 192 Amerikamude, 579 Amerikanisches Skizzebichelche, 583 Ames, Winthrop, 291, 589 Amherst College, 32, 210, 412, 413, 435, 479 Analecta Anglo-Saxonica, 479 Analysis of the human intellect, 233 Analysis of Latin subjunctive, 464 Andersen, Hans, 634 Andover Seminary, 207, 210, 215, 345 Andrew, Sidney, 352 Andrews, E. A., 461, 548 Andrews, E. B., 357, 443 Andrews, S. P., 437 Angelina Baker, 516 Anglin, Margaret, 279 Animal reports (Bureau of Ethnology), 150 An mein Vaterland, 581 Anmerkungen über Nordamerika, 577 Annals of Hempstead, 179 Anna Ruland, 582 Anspacher, Louis K., 294 Anthon, 548 Anthony, Susan B., 415 Antigone, 461 Anti-Imperialist, the, 363 Antin, Mary, 420 Antoniade ou la soli
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Carlyle's laugh and other surprises, chapter 19 (search)
ribed himself also; and the later publications of Mr. Emerson's only son show clearly that there was room for a more ample and varied treatment in order to complete the work. Under these circumstances, Cabot's home life, while of even tenor, was a singularly happy one. One of his strongest and life-long traits was his love of children,--a trait which he also eminently shared with Emerson. The group formed by him with two grandchildren in his lap, to whom he was reading John Gilpin or Hans Andersen, is one which those who knew him at home would never forget. It was characteristic also that in his German copy of Kant's Critique of pure reason, already mentioned, there were found some papers covered with drawings of horses and carts which had been made to amuse some eager child. Akin to this was his strong love of flowers, united with a rare skill in making beautiful shrubs grow here 2nd there in such places as would bring out the lines and curves of his estate at Beverly. Even du
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, The new world and the new book, XXVI (search)
ios in a dusty cupboard. Nobody, he said, had ever before asked for it during his administration. Strange!said Dr. Channing, turning over the leaves. This was in my time the show-book of the collection; people came here purposely to see it. He closed it with a sigh, and it was replaced in its crypt. Dr. Channing is dead, the librarian who unearthed the book is since dead, and I have forgotten its very title. In all coming time, probably, its repose will be as undisturbed as that of Hans Andersen's forgotten Christmas-tree in the garret. Did, then, the authorship of that book give to its author so very substantial a hold on immortality? But there is in literary fame such a thing as recurrence—a swing of the pendulum which at first brings despair to the young author, yet yields him at last his only consolation. L‘éternite est une pendule, wrote Jacques Bridaine, that else forgotten Frenchman whose phrase gave Longfellow the hint of his Old Clock on the Stair. When our profe