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-like, comfortable air to the room. November 11th, 1863. Just received a visit from my nephew, W. N., who is on his way to Fauquier to be married. I had not seen him since he lost his leg. He is still on crutches, and it made my heart bleed to see him walk with such difficulty. I believe that neither war, pestilence, nor famine could put an end to the marrying and giving in marriage which is constantly going on. Strange that these sons of Mars can so assiduously devote themselves to Cupid and Hymen; but every respite, every furlough, must be thus employed. I am glad they can accomplish it; and if the brave deserve the fair, I am sure that the deeds of daring of our Southern soldiers should have their reward. My niece, L. B., of Lexington, would have been married to-morrow night, but her betrothed, Captain S., has been ordered off to meet the enemy. The marriage is, of course, postponed. Poor fellow! I trust that he may come safely home. I have just written to Colonel
datory taste, were not caryatides. The little boys, Jefferson and Joe, climbed up to the lips of these pretty ladies and showered kisses on them. The entablature was Apollo in his chariot, in basso relievo. Another was a charming conception of Cupid and Psyche, with Guido's Aurora for the entablature. A lady more in love with art than learned in pronouncing gazetteers, said, with pleasure shining through her eyes, I do so love Cupid and Pish, sometimes I forget anyone is talking to me in gCupid and Pish, sometimes I forget anyone is talking to me in gazing at them. The tastes, and to some extent the occupations and habits, of the master of a house, if he, as in this case, assisted the architect in his design, are built in the brick and mortar, and like the maiden's blood in the great bell, they proclaim aloud sympathy or war with those whom it shelters. One felt here the pleasant sense of being in the home of a cultivated, liberal, fine gentleman, and that he had dwelt there in peaceful interchange of kind offices with his neighbors. T
t enthusiastic and devoted of those home-made warriors, is the charming Miss Kit C----, Miss D----e, the Misses Mac K----, Miss Betty G----e, Miss Kate M----l, and numerous others. Mrs. N----(lovely creature as she is) has her whole soul in the work, and is one of the leading spirits. Outside the lines, there are vivacious and sprightly young ladies, who worship at the same shrine: there's Miss Lucy H----l and Miss Fanny B----y. They are what is known as country girls, and have less policy and more honesty in their actions. Miss B----refused to take the oath, and vowed she would rather die, or get married, first. The modest officer who was to administer the oath allowed her her liberty on condition that she soon became a Union woman. If Mars relaxes his grasp from this precious daughter of the sunny South, an agonized nation and weeping people pray that Cupid (a god of more affable propensities) seize upon her, till she sends up three hurrahs and a tiger for some kind of a Union.
Mary Ann, or ( Aunt Peters, to send along some pies, pickles, sweet stuff, and apples, to yourn in haste, Joe, Sam, or Ned, as the case might be. My little Sergeant insisted on trying to scribble something with his left hand, and patiently accomplished some half dozen lines of hieroglyphics, which he gave me to fold and direct, with a boyish blush, that rendered a glimpse of My dearest Jane, unnecessary, to assure me that the heroic lad had been more successful in the service of Commander-in-Chief Cupid than that of Gen. Marms; and a charming little romance blossomed instanter in Nurse Periwinkle's romantic fancy, though no further confidences were made that day, for Sergeant fell asleep, and, judging from his tranquil face, visited his absent sweetheart in the pleasant land of dreams. At five o'clock a great bell rang, and the attendants flew, not to arms, but to their trays, to bring up supper, when a second uproar announced that it was ready. The new comers woke at the soun
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 8. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Prison life at Fort McHenry. (search)
eted his most masterly efforts, while his opponent was cheered at every point, and in the final vote the unlucky orator was sure to be in a lean and helpless minority. Well do I remember when it was made my duty to defend the negative in the question, Is love a safe guide in the formation of matrimonial alliances? I traversed, as far as I could in unaided memory, all history and literature to establish the proverbial blindness of love — then entered the domain of poetry and art, painting Cupid the blind boy, as Aurora with her rosy fingers drew aside the curtains of the dawn, and Apollo, god of day, drove his fiery steeds up along the eastern sky, whilst the poor boy groped in his blindness and shot his arrows at random through the air. Then I entered the domain of Metaphysics, and with Kaut's marvellous trichotomy as my guide, showed how in that three-fold adjustment of man's nature god-like reason was designed to sit upon the throne, love with all other passions to be in subject
Harper's Encyclopedia of United States History (ed. Benson Lossing), Alcott, Louisa May, 1832-1888 (search)
Alcott, Louisa May, 1832-1888 Author; born in Philadelphia, Pa., Nov. 29, 1832; daughter of Amos Bronson Alcott. In 1862 she volunteered as a nurse, and for mouths labored in the military hospitals. In 1868 she published Little women, which almost immediately made her famous. Her other works are, Flower Fables, or fairy tales; Hospital sketches; An old-fashioned girl; a series called Aunt Jo's scrap bag, containing My boys, Shawl straps, Cupid and Chow-Chow, My girls, Jimmy's cruise in the Pinafore, and An old-fashioned Thanksgiving; Work, a story of experience; Eight cousins; Rose in bloom; Silver pitchers; Under the Lilacs; Jack and Gill; Moods; Proverb stories; Spinning-wheel stories; Lulu's Library, etc. She died in Boston, Mass., March 6, 1888.
figure of a boy resting upon one knee and drawing with a pen upon paper laid on a brass tablet. The writing consisted in each case of several lines, and, after finishing each line, the figure returned to the beginning of the line to dot and cross the letters. The hand has two horizontal and one vertical motion; the down strokes of the pen were made relatively thicker by an increase of pressure. The annexed engraving is a fac-simile of a drawing executed by the automation of M. Droz. Cupid. Au-tom′a-ton Bal′ance. A machine for weighing planchet or coin, automatically sorting the pieces into full and light weight, respectively. See coin-weighing machine. Au-tome-ter. An instrument to measure the quantity of moisture. Au′to-phon. A barrel-organ, the tunes of which are produced by means of perforated sheets of millboard. Auto-phyte Rib′bon. A Swiss ribbon printed by zinc plates which have been produced by the photozinco process from a real lace origina
Charles E. Stowe, Harriet Beecher Stowe compiled from her letters and journals by her son Charles Edward Stowe, Chapter 14: the minister's wooing, 1857-1859. (search)
minister's Wooing she has chosen her time and laid her scene amid New England habits and traditions. There is no other writer who is so capable of perpetuating for us, in a work of art, a style of thought and manners which railways and newspapers will soon render as palaeozoic as the mastodon or the megalosaurians. Thus far the story has fully justified our hopes. The leading characters are all fresh and individual creations. Mrs. Kate Scudder, the notable Yankee housewife; Mary, in whom Cupid is to try conclusions with Calvin; James Marvyn, the adventurous boy of the coast, in whose heart the wild religion of nature swells till the strait swathings of Puritanism are burst; Dr. Hopkins, the conscientious minister come upon a time when the social prestige of the clergy is waning, and whose independence will test the voluntary system of ministerial support; Simeon Brown, the man of theological dialectics, in whom the utmost perfection of creed is shown to be not inconsistent with t
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Letters and Journals of Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Chapter 3: Journeys (search)
f this morning, which consisted of three vast curtains of white cotton (shall I say dimity?), the first draping her head, the second reaching to her waist, the third touching the ground, and the whole filling the horizon and making a shade in sunny places. She and Isa and brother David can protect this place from sunstroke, never fear. The present delight of visitors is the calf, to inspect which all are invited by the mighty voice of Mr. George Swett, resident ambassador from the court of Cupid near the headquarters of Susanna. George is the Gloucester widower of whom we used to hear, and who is now admitted to a nearer probation, and has been so indispensable in the family for two years that if he struck for higher wages I certainly think Miss B. would, with the family eye for the main chance, give him herself instead. Many are the anxious observations made with the sleepless microscopic eyes of childhood by Florence and Annie, who think nothing of popping out of bed for this pu
Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 2, chapter 30 (search)
w who have been admitted to see it privately have expressed a uniform opinion of the genius and merit which it shows. I hear through Howe and Charles Perkins of your new work, Adam and Eve, and congratulate you upon your splendid success. Both write about it in terms of the warmest admiration. So the prophecy is coming to pass! The laurel is suspended over your head. Fame and fortune are becoming your handmaidens. I have not yet seen the pieces belonging to Jonathan Phillips The Cupid of Crawford belonged to Mr. Phillips, and the Bride of Abydos and a bas-relief of Christ blessing Children, to Mr. Parker. or John Parker; but hear others, who have seen them, speak of them as I could wish. In my earliest hour of leisure, when I may wander abroad by daylight, I shall call and see them. You will see much of my friends this winter in Rome. I long to refresh my parched lips at the living fountains of art bursting forth from dead Rome, and should have delight in joining How
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