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Frank Preston Stearns, Cambridge Sketches, T. G. Appleton. (search)
ome an orator in the antislavery cause; and Tom Appleton went to Rome and took lessons in oil paintir of the occupation. It is not likely that Tom Appleton considered himself a genius, for although h was tried for it but acquitted. One day, as Appleton was going by her place of business with a fri very general attention, and some one asked Tom Appleton what he thought of it. Well, he said, I havthe same moment, another gentleman who knew Mr. Appleton entered, and said, Ah! a Palma Vecio, Mr. saw. The Italians call it Il Coconotte. Mr. Appleton had no intention of palming off doubtful paays supposed that it was one. After this Mr. Appleton branched off on to an interesting anecdote ng town, and guiltless sea, sweet rest. Tom Appleton was greatly interested in the performances ng that he had gone out, was entertained by Mr. Appleton with some remarkable stories of hypnotic anvery much interested. Deafness came upon Mr. Appleton in the last years of his life, though not s[6 more...]
Frank Preston Stearns, Cambridge Sketches, Chevalier Howe. (search)
Sumner also came; like his brother, a man much above the average in general ability, and considered quite equal to the delivery of a Fourth of July oration. He was the more entertaining talker of the two, and in other respects very much like Tom Appleton,--better known on the Paris boulevards than in his native country. Instead of being witty like Appleton he was brilliantly encyclopedic; and they both carried their statements to the verge of credibility. Doctor Howe organized the blind asAppleton he was brilliantly encyclopedic; and they both carried their statements to the verge of credibility. Doctor Howe organized the blind asylum so that it almost ran itself without his oversight, and as always happens in such cases he was idolized by those who were under his direction. There was something exceedingly kind in his tone of voice,--a voice accustomed to command and yet much subdued. His manner towards children was particularly charming and attractive. He exemplified the lines in Emerson's Wood-notes : Grave, chaste, contented though retired, And of all other men desired, applied to Doctor Howe more completely th
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Olde Cambridge, Chapter 2: old Cambridge in three literary epochs (search)
reformers; they committed fantastic follies, but so do the saints everywhere. As a result they distinctly influenced the national literature; much, for instance, of the power now attributed to Emerson being really the unconscious result of the total movement. Fame is very chary of personal rights; it is difficult to erect a new altar. Everything tends to concentrate on a single name, and just as for years every good thing said in Boston was ultimately attributed to Holmes or Motley or Tom Appleton, so one sees to this day phrases credited to Emerson which really belonged to Alcott or Parker or Hedge. The late John S. Dwight was perhaps more boldly robbed and complimented than any other of his circle; since his poem called Rest, --Sweet is the pleasure Itself cannot spoil; Is not true leisure One with true toil? still appears periodically as an occasional resurrection in the newspapers, but always as a translation from some supposed poem of Goethe. Dwight was very probably a div
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Book and heart: essays on literature and life, Chapter 6: Lowell's closing years in Cambridge (search)
monopolized the talk. As to the quality of conversation in London, they found none better than their own; but they learned-at least, Lowell did — the value of half-rations. Perhaps Mr. Smalley presses too far the novelty that Lowell found in a circle where there were others besides men of letters; for in truth he had around him just such a circle, so far as it went, at home. Among his intimate friends and club-fellows were great capitalists, like John M. Forbes; men of the world, like Tom Appleton; lawyers and public men, like Judge Hoar; men of science, like Agassiz; physicians like his own brother-in-law, Dr. Estes Howe. The difference was not in quality so much as in quantity. Lowell could not perhaps say, like Stuart Newton the painter: I meet in London occasionally such company as I meet in Boston all the time ; but he could at least go so far as to say that at home he met a sufficient variety of types to know that men of letters did not monopolize the world. When it came t
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Women and Men, V. The swing of the social pendulum. (search)
and carrying us away from everything English and towards everything French. The same pendulum has been steadily vibrating, indeed, ever since the foundation of our government, and its movements have never had any great or important influence upon the mass of the American people. Be this as it may, it is perfectly certain that the whim in fashion thirty and even twenty years ago was quite unlike what it now is. Good Americans were said, when they died, to go to Paris, and even the wit of Tom Appleton never ventured to suggest that they should go to London. At Newport it was for many years held essential to do things in the French way, not the English. It was at the French court that fashionable Americans yearned to be presented; they uniformly preferred to live on the other side of the English Channel; and I remember to have had this explained to me by a man of some fashion, on the ground that if an ambitious American family lived in Paris they were not vexed at being omitted from
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Letters and Journals of Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Chapter 3: Journeys (search)
wave at the bottom of a page which has haunted me ever since. Kensett is about my age, short, stout, and heavy with a pleasant, genial face, dark eyes and hair and beard; Darley is larger, of English frame and substance, with sandy hair and moustache; face pockmarked and rather coarsely colored; cool, semi-military air. It was pleasant to be seated in the woods and have Darley's sketches passed about: some fine figures of guides and Indians at Moosehead. . . . Kensett came for a day with Tom Appleton, the renowned, Mrs. Longfellow's brother; Curtis, Mot Natelpha, a famous wit and connoisseur; he it was who said, Good Americans, when they die, go to Paris. August, 1860 The [boarding] house was further enlivened last night by the presence of Mr. Longfellow's son and heir . . . who with a companion sailed round from Nahant. Late in the evening — that is, probably so near the small hours as half-past 9--he was heard in the entry, rousing the echoes with the unwonted cry of Landlor
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Carlyle's laugh and other surprises, chapter 24 (search)
ere was George Boker, of Philadelphia, a young man of fortune, handsome, indolent, as poetic as a rich young man could spare time to be, and one whose letters now help to make attractive that most amusing book, the Memoirs of Charles Godfrey Leland. There was my refined and accomplished schoolmate and chum, Charles Perkins, who trained himself in Italian art and tried rather ineffectually to introduce it into the public schools of Boston and upon the outside of the Art Museum. There was Tom Appleton, the man of two continents, and Clarence King, the explorer of this one, and a charming story-teller, by the way. Let me pause longer over one or two of these many visitors. One of them was long held the most readable of American biographers, but is now being strangely forgotten,--the most American of all transplanted Englishmen, James Parton, the historian. He has apparently dropped from our current literature and even from popular memory. I can only attribute this to a certain curi
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 17: the woman's cause 1868-1910 (search)
greatly helped to open the door which admitted him to freedom and its safeguard, the ballot. Was the door to be shut in their face? When this new world of thought, this new continent of sympathy was opened to her, she was nearly fifty years old. Oh! Had I earlier known, she exclaims, the power, the nobility, the intelligence which lie within the range of true womanhood, I had surely lived more wisely and to better purpose. Speaking of this new interest in her life, her old friend Tom Appleton (who had not the least sympathy with it) once said, Your mother's great importance to this cause is that she forms a bridge between the world of society and the world of reform. She soon found that she was not alone in her questioning; similar thoughts to hers were germinating in the minds of many women. In our own and other countries a host of earnest souls were awake, pressing eagerly forward. In quick succession came the women's clubs and colleges, the renewed demand for woman su
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 4:
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: the New Orleans Exposition 1883-1885; aet. 64-66 (search)
t in calumniating the Suffragists, nor will its sense of justice long refuse to admit their claims. April 17. Sam Eliot was in a horse-car, and told me that Tom Appleton had died of pneumonia in New York. The last time I spoke with him was in one of these very cars. He asked me if I had been to the funeral, meaning that of Welacid in his coffin, robed in soft white cashmere, with his palette and brushes in his hands.... To Florence April 20, 1884. ... I went yesterday to poor Tom Appleton's funeral. It is very sad to lose him, and every one says that a great piece of the old Boston goes with him .... I dined with George William Curtis yesterday at Mrs. Harry Williams's. George William was one of Tom Appleton's pall-bearers,--so were Dr. Holmes and Mr. Winthrop.... Curtis's oration on Wendell Phillips was very fine. April 20. Thought sadly of errors and shortcomings. At church a penitential psalm helped me much, and the sermon more. I felt assured that, whateve
Jula Ward Howe, Reminiscences: 1819-1899, Chapter 9: second visit to Europe (search)
res of interest. Wandering about its purlieus one day, I came upon a sort of open cave or recess in the rocks in which I found two rude cradles, each occupied by a silent and stolid baby. Presently two rough-looking women, who had been carrying stones from the riverside, came in from their work. The little ones now broke out into dismal wailing. Why do they cry so? I asked. They ought to be glad to see you. Oh, madam, they cry because they know how soon we must leave them again. Tom Appleton disposed of the water-cure theory in the following fashion: Water-cure? Oh yes, very fine. Priessnitz forgot one day to wash his face, and so he died. My husband's leave of absence was for six months only, and we parted company at Heidelberg; he to turn his face homewards, I to proceed with my two sisters to Rome, where it had been arranged that I should pass the winter. Our party occupied two thirds of the diligence in which we made a part of the journey. My sister L. had with h
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