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Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 6: South Boston 1844-1851; aet. 25-32 (search)
they must be pulled down to attend to the leg of mutton and the baby's cloak. This is one side of the picture; the other is different, indeed. Her girlhood had been shut in by locks and bars of Calvinistic piety; her friends and family were ready to laugh, to weep, to pray with her; they were not ready to think with her. It is true that surrounding this intimate circle was a wider one, where her mind found stimulus in certain directions. She studied German with Dr. Cogswell; she read Dante with Felice Foresti, the Italian patriot; French, Latin, music, she had them all. Her mind expanded, but her spiritual growth dates from her early visits to Boston. These visits had not been given wholly to gayety, even in the days when she wrote, after a ball: I have been through the burning, fiery furnace, and it is Sadrake, Me-sick, and Abed-no-go! The friends she made, both men and women, were people alive and awake, seeking new light, and finding it on every hand. Moreover, at her
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 8: little Sammy: the Civil War 1859-1863; aet. 40-44 (search)
led up in an upper berth, convulsively embracing a blanket, what conservative more immovable than he? The Great Man of the party refrains from his large theories, which, like the circles made by the stone thrown into the water, begin somewhere and end nowhere. As we have said, he expounds himself no more, the significant forefinger is down, the eye no longer imprisons yours. But if you ask him how he does, he shakes himself as if, like Farinata, Her pet name for Theodore Parker. Vide Dante's Inferno. avesse l'inferno in gran dispetto, he had a very contemptible opinion of hell. Several portraits follow, among them her own. A woman, said to be of a literary turn of mind, in the miserablest condition imaginable. Her clothes, flung at her by the Stewardess, seem to have hit in some places and missed in others. Her listless hands occasionally make an attempt to keep her draperies together, and to pull her hat on her head; but though the intention is evident, she accomp
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 15: Santo Domingo 1872-1874; aet. 53-56 (search)
hey wished their young people to understand that these sacred days meant as much to them as to the surrounding Catholics. Accordingly she and her companion dressed the little church with flowers. It looked charmingly. Flowers all along the railing [here follows in the Journal a penand-ink sketch], flowers in the pulpit over my head. Church was crowded. Many people outside and at the windows. She always remembered with pleasure one feature of her Easter sermon, her attempt to describe Dante's vision of a great cross in the heavens, formed of star clusters, each cluster bearing the name of Christ. The thought, she says, that the mighty poet of the fourteenth century should have something to impart to these illiterate negroes was very dear to me. One of the party has an undying impression of this Easter service: the shabby little chapel crowded with dark faces, and the preacher, standing touched by a ray of sunlight, speaking to that congregation of simple black people. In h
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 1: Europe revisited--1877; aet. 58 (search)
e wild beasts wholesomely lighted and aired, those of the prisoners, dark and noisome and often without light of any kind.... Then to the tombs of the Scaligers — grim and beautiful. Can Signoria who killed his brother was the last. Can Grande, Dante's host. In Verona she was full of visions of the great poet whose exile she describes in the poem called, The price of the Divina Commedia. One who met her there remembers the extraordinary vividness of her impressions. It was as if she had seen and talked with Dante, had heard from his own lips how hard it was to eat the salt and go up and down the stairs of others. From Verona to Venice, thence to Bologna. Venice was an old friend always revisited with delight. Bologna was new to her; here she found traces of the notable women of its past. In the University she was shown the recitation room where the beautiful female professor of anatomy is said to have given her lectures from behind a curtain, in order that the students'
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 5: more changes--1886-1888; aet. 67-69 (search)
ter: This combat of the soul with deadly sorrow is a single-handed one, so far as human help is concerned. I do believe that God's sweet angels are with us when we contend against the extreme of calamity. Heavy as this affliction was, it brought none of the paralysis of grief caused by Sammy's death: rather, as after the passing of the Chevalier, she was urged by the thought of her dead child to more and higher efforts. In the quiet of Oak Glen she wrote this summer a careful study of Dante and Beatrice, for the Concord School of Philosophy. This was a summer school of ten years (1879-88) in which Emerson, Alcott, and W. T. Harris took part. July 20 found her at Concord, where she and Julia had been wont to go together. She says, I cannot think of the sittings of the School without a vision of the rapt expression of her face as she sat and listened to the various speakers. Reminiscences, p. 440. Spite of her grief in missing this sweet companionship she found the sessi
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 10: the last Roman winter 1897-1898; aet. 78 (search)
the Spartali family. In the afternoon to Lady Kenmare's reception and later to dine with the Lindall Winthrops. April 11. In the afternoon Harriet Monroe, of Chicago, came and read her play — a parlor drama, ingenious and well written. The audience were much pleased with it. April 13.... In the evening dined with Theodore Davis and Mrs. Andrews. Davis showed us his treasures gathered on the Nile shore and gave me a scarab. April 18. .. Went to hear Canon Farrar on the Inferno of Dante — the lecture very scholarly and good. April 22. With Anderson to the Vatican, to see the Pinturicchio frescoes, which are very interesting. He designed the tiling for the floors, which is beautiful in color, matching well with the frescoes — these represent scenes in the life of the Virgin and of St. Catherine.... April 24. To Miss Leigh Smith's, where I read my sermon on the Still Small Voice to a small company of friends, explaining that it was written in the first instance for the<
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 14: the sundown splendid and serene 1906-1907; aet. 87-88 (search)
ated in the applause. President Geddes, Secretary Jocelyn, and others spoke well and rather briefly. Dear Padre Roberto was really eloquent. March 16.... In the evening to see Novelli in Morte Civile ; his personation wonderfully fine, surpassing even Salvini in the part.... March 17 .... Went to South Boston to say a word at the presentation of dear Michael's portrait to the Perkins Institution by the Howe Memorial Club. . . . Also had a wonderful fit of verse — wrote two sonnets to Dante and a versification of my conceit about the hatching of the American Eagle from the egg of Columbus. March 23. A boot-and-saddle day.... I found that my Authors' Club will meet to-day in Cambridge. Higginson telephoned, asking me to speak of Aldrich; I asked permission to leave the College Club after the speaking. Ordered a carriage at 4.30, sprang into it, and reached the Authors' meeting in good time to say something about Aldrich.... Found a man who has studied the Berber races in A
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Index (search)
, II, 74, 75. Cushing, Louisa, I, 227. Cushman, Charlotte, I, 204, I, 345. Cutler, B. C., Sr., I, 10, 13, 17. Cutler, B. C., 2d, I, 27, 28, 38, 39, 107; II, 222, 364. Cutler, Eliza, see Francis. Cutler, John, I, 10, 12. Cutler, Julia, see Ward. Cutler, Louisa, see McAllister. Cutler, Sarah M. H., I, 10, 12, 13, 17, 39, 40, 42; II, 319. Cyclades, I, 272. Cyprus, II, 42. Czerwinsk, II, 12, 13, 14. Dana, R. H., Jr., I, 226. D'Annunzio, II, 285. Dante, Alighieri, I, 174, 330; II, 26, 27, 120, 357. Dantzig, II, 15, 18. Daubigny, C. F., II, 172. Daughters of the American Revolution, I, 179, 194, 351. Davenport, E. L., I, 204. Davidson, Thomas, II, 128. Davidson, Wm., letter of, II, 390. Davis, James C., I, 201, 251. Davis, Jefferson, I, 222. Davis, Mary F., I, 304. Davis, Theodore, II, 251. Dead Sea, II, 38, 39. Declaration of Independence, I, 4. DeKoven, Reginald, II, 195. Deland, Lorin, II, 332, 333.
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, The new world and the new book, V (search)
a proper humility, because we forget that the invention of printing has in a manner placed all nations on a level. Literature is the only art whose choicest works are easily transportable. Once secure a public library in every town—a condition now in process of fulfilment in our older American States —and every bright boy or girl has a literary Louvre and Vatican at command. Given a taste for literature and there are at hand all the masters of the art—Plato and Homer, Cicero and Horace, Dante, Shakespeare, and Goethe. Travel is still needed, but not for books—only for other forms of art, for variety of acquaintanceship, and for the habit of dealing with men and women of many nationalities. The most fastidious American in Europe should not look with shame, but with pride and hope, upon those throngs of his fellow-countrymen whom he sees crowding the art-galleries of Europe, looking about them as ignorantly, if you please, as the German barbarians when they entered Rome. It is
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, The new world and the new book, XIII (search)
write history or philosophy or criticism, he feels the need of something besides creative power, something which may be called a literary background. His readers, at any rate, demand for him, if he does not perceive the need of it for himself, that there shall be something which suggests a wide and flexible training, with large vistas of knowledge. They like to see in him that full man who is made, as Lord Bacon says, by reading. One main reason why Homer and Plato and Horace and even Dante seem to supply more of this kind of fulness than can be got from an equivalent study of Balzac and Ruskin, is doubtless because the older authors are remoter, and so make the vista look more wide. The vaster the better; but there must be enough of it, at least, to convey a distinct sensation of background. Of course, when this background obtrudes itself into the foreground, it becomes intolerable; and such books as Burton's Anatomy of Melancholy are tiresome, because they are all made up o
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