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Thomas C. DeLeon, Four years in Rebel capitals: an inside view of life in the southern confederacy, from birth to death., Chapter 17: from Court to camp. (search)
only died as gentlemen — they lived as they died. Their perfumed locks were never draggled in the mire of the camp, and their silken hose never smirched but in the fray. Light songs from dainty lips and brimming goblets from choice flacons were theirs; and they could be merry to-night if they died to-morrow. The long rapiers of the Regency flashed as keen in the smoke of the fight as the jest had lately rung in the mistress' bower; and how the blase club man and the lisping dandy of Rotten Row could change to the avenging war god, the annals of the Light brigade can tell. But these lived as gentlemen. In the blackest hour, when none believed the king should have his own again ; in the deadliest fray and in the snow-bound trench, they waved the sword of command, and the only equality they had with their men was who should fight the furthest. But here were gentlemen born-men of worth and wealth, education and fashion-delving side by side with the veriest drudge; fighting
Mary Thacher Higginson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson: the story of his life, XV: journeys (search)
lested and perhaps a shade disappointed to find all London apparently safe. A certain English correspondent of a New York paper gave exaggerated accounts of these rambles and declared that Colonel Higginson was protected by his rashness. In his book called Carlyle's Laugh the American author has described a memorable walk which he took in Hyde Park with Froude and Carlyle. I wished, he wrote home, we could all be photographed . . . . We three were nearly run over in crossing the tide [Rotten Row] and dear old Carlyle had to run for life. I am so glad to have seen him— he was charming. Not long after, he dined with Darwin at his home, which he described in his letters as enlawned. Soon enter the philosopher, taller than I, erect, white-bearded, like a kindlier Bryant, looking like his photograph, but more human and sweet—he was most genial, slight as was my claim on him ... he seemed even a greater man than I had thought him. The daily record goes on:— Heard Tynda<
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Carlyle's laugh and other surprises, I. Carlyle's laugh (search)
he said, for the men who had stood by you. I could scarcely convince my senses that this manly and reasonable critic was the terrible Carlyle, the hater of Cuffee and Quashee and of all republican government. If at times a trace of angry exaggeration showed itself, the good, sunny laugh came in and cleared the air. We walked beneath the lovely trees of Kensington Gardens, then in the glory of an English May; and I had my first sight of the endless procession of riders and equipages in Rotten Row. My two companions received numerous greetings, and as I walked in safe obscurity by their side, I could cast sly glances of keen enjoyment at the odd combination visible in their looks. Froude's fine face and bearing became familiar afterwards to Americans, and he was irreproachably dressed; while probably no salutation was ever bestowed from an elegant passing carriage on an odder figure than Carlyle. Tall, very thin, and slightly stooping; with unkempt, grizzly whiskers pushed up by
Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 5., The Lawrence Light Guard. (search)
Miss Mary Wier was his housekeeper for years. The town is indebted to him for the shade trees on Forest street. On the opposite corner of Forest street were Timothy Cotting's house and bakery. There was a driveway around the house from Forest to Salem street. The entrance to the house was on Salem street. The bakery, having an entrance on Forest street, was connected with the dwelling. Where Cotting Block Nos. 8 to 14 Salem street (1902). stands was a low tenement house called Rotten Row. It was occupied by the families of Joseph Gleason, Timothy Brigden, Stilman Derby and the widow of Henry Withington, Sr. On the site of the Mystic Church was a large house in which lived Wm. S. Barker, grocer; the house was removed to Salem street, opposite the common, and is now owned by heirs of S. Derby. The Withington Bakery as it stands today was bought by Henry Withington, Jr., who moved into the house in the spring of 1829. He lived just previously in the Kidder House, directl
Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 24., Our illustration. (search)
s. The building itself (of 1846) was so enlarged and remodeled that the original appearance is entirely absent in the present view. This was taken subsequent to some repair below the belfry and after the invasion of the foliated capitals of the columns by the English sparrows. To protect the worshipers from defilement these are enclosed in wire netting which detracts from their original beauty. The old Withington house (now gone) is seen at the right, and part of Doctor's Row (formerly Rotten Row) at the left in this view. Next in order of construction (upper left) was that of the First Parish (Unitarian) in 1894. When this group of views was made (for the purpose of illustration of some special Sunday services) the photographer mistook it for the Universalist church, which was the one desired. It, however, serves our purpose well. The main building is of stone, and by later thought the belfry was also so built. The small ventilating towers at the side are a special and plea
Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 26.,
Medford Square
in 1924 (search)
thened and widened to present enduring form. Behind the iron fencing of the parkway is the Cradock dam which holds back the incoming tides; and the four of lower height which hold the upper river at a level with the lower Mystic lake. The recent removal of the Bigelow-Porter buildings (seen closely at left of church tower), remind us that the entire left half of the view has been of recent erection; as also both church spires and the refitting of the lower stories of the other half. The Rotten row of sixty years ago became Doctors' row, and that also has met its changes and now gleams in the view in modern stucco. Eight years have elapsed since the destruction of the city hall and three other buildings made this view possible. In the preceding year the Weymouth (Tufts hall) building, a three-story building and the old Seccomb house were torn down and the so-called Medford building erected. In former days Medford square had its skyscrapers of three and four stories, but the mode
Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 28.,
Medford Square
in the early days. (search)
s, knickers and bobbed hair of the younger female contingent. Foster's lumber team was three and four horses, tandem, and often one big square mahogany log from Boston was a load for a four-tandem up to the mills at Winchester. I think they called it a string team. At the corner of Forest street was a fine old-style house where there used to be a bakery. The four-story Bigelow building took its place in 1880, the first modernizing change. But before that, the old houses beyond, called Rotten row, gave place to the four-apartment block called Doctors' row, so recently refitted by Sinclair and others. The big, threestory house, now beyond Gravelly brook, was moved out to give Mystic Church its place. Next was Withington's bakery, the home of the Medford Cracker, and that of C. P. Lauriat, the gold beater. Beyond these, except for the Methodist and Baptist meeting-houses, for so they still called them, Salem street was residential for living and dead, for the old burial ground s