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d for this delicate and dangerous work was George Curtis, a young man about twenty-five years of ag left the room. Now, he exclaimed, turning to Curtis, What is your business? Please be as brief asen I told them I was from Norfolk. My name is Curtis, and I am from Washington. As to my business, I can tell you nothing about them, answered Curtis, as everything is kept secret from even his owd will give you also your pass to Richmond. Curtis thanked him again, and, bidding him goodnight,name, I may as well tell you, that mine is George Curtis, and I am from Washington. But before we tel at which they were stopping, and conducted Curtis to a large and elegantly furnished room on thee in, the same one now sitting at the desk? Curtis nodded, and he proceeded: Well, he knew me, an, said Leroy, this is my friend and partner, Mr. Curtis. The two men bowed and shook hands, and Wao undertake the task for him. He then asked Curtis if he would object to making the trip for him.[7 more...]
rtant information brought to my notice by Operative Curtis, on his return from Richmond, concerning t Washington and Baltimore, to co-operate with Curtis, whom I intended now should become an active a days, then, having completed my arrangements, Curtis started to Richmond, by the way of Wilson's La, who was no less a personage than my operative George Curtis. The girl had sank to the ground amost fainting from fright, but so enraged was Curtis at the scene he had witnessed, that he continu Look out! she exclaimed, he has a pistol. Curtis turned his head in time to see the fellow in tfoiled, and dropped his hands at his sides. Curtis advanced and disarmed him; then, stepping backthe face of the detective. Pardon me, said Curtis hastily, seeing the cause of her confusion; my name is George Curtis; we have been so busy talking that I had not thought of names. She then ied him again and again, and so profusely, that Curtis begged that he would not mention it, as he had
. Dan McCowan again turns up. the capture of Curtis. a fight for life, and escape. a bit of Matrt this stage of affairs on the Peninsula, that Curtis was on his return trip from Richmond. With hiu may soon be able to get away from here, said Curtis; and as the Union army is now advancing up the secure a short talk with you. By this time Curtis had dismounted, and was standing at her side. one favor more. It is granted already, said Curtis. Thanking him again, she proceeded: You knoe word that I may know he is safe and well? Curtis took the letter from her hands, and. depositinhat at this time was maintained by the rebels, Curtis had indeed done well; and it was with feelingst here he is, you can talk to him yourself. Curtis was now unbound, and led forward, and stood fae detective at all hazards. Fortunately for Curtis, he had been allowed to retain his weapons, an and young Harcourt, and the courtship between Curtis and the daughter was kept up until the close o[6 more...]
John Harrison Wilson, The life of Charles Henry Dana, Chapter 3: community life (search)
will it? Will you also inform us whether we are to carry with us such furniture as we need or not? Also, the best mode of conveyance out of Boston. If you are unable to reply personally, will you please drop an answer to the care of George Curtis, Esq., cashier, Bank of Commerce, New York? This letter must have been preceded by another, which has not been found, from these interesting brothers, for on March 18, 1842, Ripley wrote to Dana, who had evidently gone to New York on busi is decided to receive them for three months at three dollars a week, etc. I shall write them to that effect to-morrow or next day. Pray find them out and open to them our Scripture, as you did to Greeley. They ask me to address them care of George Curtis, Bank of Commerce, New York. You can soon see whether they are of us and should be with us. I am glad you had the talk you did with Mrs. Child; to be sure, we can see no way open just now by which they could join us this month or the next
John Harrison Wilson, The life of Charles Henry Dana, Chapter 27: administration of President Hayes begins a new era (search)
s of the past. As an enemy went down before him, or as a fellow-soldier in the battle of life fell by the way, he never failed to pay his tribute of affection or respect. In such composition he was peculiarly gifted. A single paragraph on the death of George William Curtis, in 1892, a dear friend and associate of Brook Farm and the Tribune, who had been estranged from him for years, is at once a touching example of his literary skill and of his generosity. It is here inserted: George Curtis lacked only two years of the Psalmists' period of threescore and ten; but his life was cast in pleasant places, and nothing but what was gentle, graceful, and poetic belonged to his career. He was one of those fortunate creatures who seem never to be compelled to do anything which is contrary to their inclinations. From his first appearance upon the stage of action, when he went to Brook Farm, in 1842, to the end at Staten Island, yesterday morning, he always maintained his own views o
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Letters and Journals of Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Chapter 2: the Worcester period (search)
robust self, pale, thin, and bearded; but seemed very content, though rather tired; said he could endure much more labor in that way than any other. He had a good deal of his old dogmatism.... Mr. Ripley was there, fat and uninteresting. George Curtis pleased me far better. He seemed very cordial and not at all foppish. His voice and manner are extremely like Mr. Bowen (Reverend C. J.). . . . The likeness kept recurring to me as I sat in his pretty study, full of books and engravings ...ake their part is Fanaticism. In presence of these things, with your upright and unspoiled nature, the end is sure, you will be more than a Republican orator, and God may grant you the privilege of being an Abo. Worcester, February, 1859 George Curtis lectured here last week. With the most delicious elocution we have-except perhaps Wendell Phillips's — and a fascinating rhetoric and an uncorrupted moral integrity, he showed yet a want of intellectual vigor and training which will always p
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Letters and Journals of Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Chapter 3: Journeys (search)
me H-and C — of Cambridge showy, dressy women who are or have been belles; one of them is just engaged to Darley, the artist, who is here also. Yesterday I went on a long walk in the woods with Darley and Kensett — Kensett it was who illustrated Curtis's Lotus-eating and drew one curl of a 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 a, 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
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Letters and Journals of Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Chapter army life and camp drill (search)
l power of influence made him change his plans. Yet he is not a harsh or cruel man, but a singular mixture of fanaticism, vanity, and genius. Colonel Higginson was wounded in July, 1863, and went home for a month. His friend, George William Curtis, noticed a changed expression in the face of the returned colonel — the change so noticeable after the Great War in the faces of those who fought in France. Mr. Curtis wrote: I see in your face .. . the same influence which has touched all the tMr. Curtis wrote: I see in your face .. . the same influence which has touched all the true soldier faces I have seen, and of which we who stay at home are not unconscious. Fire purifies, but it tries. The next extract describes his return to Beaufort. Headquarters, First S. C.V., Beaufort, August 22 As the Arago came up to the pier on Thursday, at Hilton Head, sudden movements were observed among the soldiers detailed for duty on the wharf; arms were raised, fingers pointed, glances interchanged, and an evident mutual proclamation of de Cunnel. No cheering — they seldom
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Henry Walcott Boynton, Reader's History of American Literature, Chapter 4: the New York period (search)
, have now become a wholly secondary fact as regards the basis of his fame. They obtained for him his degree at Oxford, but Mr. Warner has well pointed out that the students were more far-seeing when they shouted, by way of applause, on that occasion, the names of Rip Van Winkle and Ichabod Crane. It is after all, in Edmund Quincy's phrase, not specific gravity, but specific levity which often serves to keep a reputation afloat. When Irving came back to New York he might be seen, as George Curtis describes him, about 1850, on an autumnal afternoon, tripping with an elastic step along Broadway, with low-quartered shoes neatly tied, and a Talma cloak — a short garment that hung from the shoulders like the cape of a coat. There was a chirping, cheery, oldschool air in his appearance which was undeniably Dutch, and most harmonious with the associations of his writings. My only personal observation of Washington Irving was too much like his description of his only glimpse of the St
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