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Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), Standard and popular Library books, selected from the catalogue of Houghton, Mifflin and Co. (search)
John Fiske. Myths and Mythmakers. 12mo, $2.00. Outlines of Cosmic Philosophy. 2 vols. 8vo, $600. The Unseen World, and other Essays. 12mo, $2.00. Goethe. Faust. Metrical Translation. By Rev. C. T. Brooks 16mo, $1.25. Faust. Translated into English Verse. By Bayard Taylor. 2 vols. royal 8vo, $9.00; cr. 8 I vol. 12mo, $3.000 Correspondence with a Child. Portrait of Bettina Brentano. 12110, $1.50. Wilhelm Meister. Translated by Thomas Carlyle. Portrait of Goethe. 2 vols. 12mo, $3.00. Bret Harte. Works. New complete edition. 5 vols. 12mo, each $2.00. Poems. Household Edition. 12mo, $2.00. Nathaniel Hawthorne.hings of the Better Life. 18mo, I$.25. G. P. Lathrop. A Study of Hawthorne. 18mo, $1.25. An Echo of Passion. 16mo, $1.25. G. H. Lewes. The Story of Goethe's Life. Portrait. 12mo, $1.50. Problems of Life and Mind. 5 vols. $14.00. H. W. Longfellow. Poems. Cambridge Edition complete. Portrait. 4 vols. cr. 8vo
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Cheerful Yesterdays, I. A Cambridge boyhood (search)
irds and Quadrupeds; Raynal's Indies; the Anti-Jacobin; Plutarch's Lives; Dobson's Life of Petrarch; Marshall's and Bancroft's Lives of Washington; Miss Burney's and Miss Edgeworth's works; and Sir Charles Grandison. There were many volumes of sermons, which my mother was fond of reading,--she was, I think, the last person who habitually read them,--but which I naturally avoided. There were a good many pretty little Italian books, belonging to one of my elder sisters, and a stray volume of Goethe which had been used by another. In out-of-the-way closets I collected the disused classical textbooks of my elder brothers, and made a little library to be preserved against that magic period when I too should be a collegian. To these were to be added many delightful volumes of the later English poets, Collins, Goldsmith, Byron, Campbell, and others, given at different times to my aunt by George Ticknor. In some of them --as in Byron's Giaour --he had copied additional stanzas, more latel
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Cheerful Yesterdays, chapter 4 (search)
eded me; and that it was a blissful moment when I at last found myself, one autumn morning, admitted on examination, without conditions, and standing on the steps of University Hall, looking about with a new sense of ownership on the trees my father had planted. I was not yet fourteen, and was the youngest in my class; but never since in life have I had such a vivid sense of a career, an opportunity, a battle to be won. This is what gilds the memory of college life: that we dwelt there like Goethe's fairy Melusina or the heroine of O'Brien's Diamond Lens, in a real but miniature world, a microcosm of the visible universe. It seems to me that I never have encountered a type of character in the greater world which was not represented more or less among my classmates, or dealt with any thought or principle which was not discussed in elementary form in our evening walks up Brattle Street. Harvard College was then a comparatively small affair, as was the village in which it existed; bu
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Cheerful Yesterdays, chapter 8 (search)
despread usefulness. The old love for natural history survived, and I undertook again the microscopic work which I had begun in Newburyport under the guidance of an accomplished biologist, Dr. Henry C. Perkins. He had also introduced me to the works of Oken and Richard Owen; and I had written for the Christian Examiner (July, 1852) a paper called Man and nature, given first as a lyceum lecture, which expressed something of that morning glow before sunrise which existed after the views of Goethe and Oken had been made public, but when Darwin's great discoveries were yet to be achieved. In Worcester I did a great deal in the way of field observation, and organized, with Hale and others, the local Natural History Society, one branch of which, the botanical club, still bears my name. I also read many books on anthropology, and wrote for the Atlantic various essays on kindred themes, which were afterwards published in a volume as Out-door papers. The preparation for this work gave th
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Cheerful Yesterdays, chapter 13 (search)
riation in this respect between different countries, and whether the process by which a man gets promotion in England, for instance, differs always essentially from the method by which position is gained in American public life. It is my own impression that this is also a case where there is not much left undone on either side. Here is one plain advantage in the hands of the literary man: that he lives mainly in a world where these various devices are far less needful. The artist, said Goethe, is the only man who lives with unconcealed aims. Successes are often won by inferior productions, no doubt, but it is because these are in some way better fitted to the current taste, and it is very rarely intrigue or pushing which secures fame. It is rare to see a book which succeeds mainly through business strategy; and if such a case occurs, it is very apt to be only a temporary affair, followed by reaction. This, therefore, is an advantage on the side of literature; but, on the other
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Cheerful Yesterdays, Index. (search)
05, 006, 175. Froude, J. A., 272, 277, 278, 279. Froude, Mrs. J. A., 277. fugitive Slav epoch, the, 132-166. Fugitive Slave Law, Passage of, 135. Fuller, Margaret, 12, 77, 91, 92. Gardner, Joseph, 233. Garfield, J. A., 349. Garibaldi, Giuseppe, 220. Garrison, W. L., 97, 116, 125, 126, 127, 135, 139, 242, 327- Gasparin, Madame de, 266. Geary, J. W., 203, 205, 206. German influence on American thought, 188. Gibbon, Edward, 91, 358. Giles, Henry, 175. Gillmore, Q. A., 262. Goethe, J. F. W. von, 15, 42, 194, 348. Goodell, John, 251. Goodhue, J. M., 247. Gosse, Edmund, 289. Graeme, Christie, 233. Grandison, Sir, Charles, 15. Green, J. H., 102. Greene, W. B., 107, 175. Grenville, Tom, 166. Grimes, Mr., 143. Giinderode, Caroline von, 92, 93. Habersham, W. N., 18. Haggard, Rider, 273. Hale, E. E., 53, 175, 193, 194 Hale family, the, 75. Hall, A. O., 108. Hall, Fitzedward, 53. Hamel, M., 321. Hanway, James, 208. Harbinger, the, 101. Hardy, Thomas,
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Letters and Journals of Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Chapter 2: the Worcester period (search)
es; and yet more than this I value for you that noble calmness, gentleness, courage, and freedom; and that pure air and unflinching moral heroism which make him the very strongest teacher for the moral nature that this generation has given. I know this by its fruits, in myself and my contemporaries.... You said you had never read Bettina [von Arnim]: I hope you will get the book; for it needs, perhaps, to be read early; I have enjoyed it more and get more out of her than I ever did from Goethe, and I am never tired of her books, though it is painful to think of her, because her life seemed exhausted in that early flowering. It is touching to see how small she thought herself beside the great man, and yet she is as much a part of the universe as he and could be as little replaced by another. July 10, 1859 Dearest Mother: Emerson says, To-day is a king in disguise ; and it is sometimes odd to think that these men and women of the Atlantic Monthly, mere mortals to me, will one
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Letters and Journals of Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Chapter army life and camp drill (search)
ing with him-a splendid soldier, though with some defects. I may be chosen major and may not, and don't concern myself at all. We are to have a regimental ball in Mechanics Hall to celebrate the election, and shall probably be off for Newbern before many weeks. It is doubtful whether my company retains permanently the right of the line; you will be surprised at my speaking of this; but you have no idea of the importance these trifles assume, in the little world of the camp. Wisely said Goethe, Thought expands, but lames; action animates, but narrows. November 2 We have chosen our field officers... . Had the original programme been carried out, I should probably have been major, but for that I care nothing. . . . I think it will all go smooth; in which case we shall have altogether the ablest field among the New England nine-months regiments. I am senior captain, at present, with the right of the line --that is, marching first in column — and my company and lieutenants were
Mary Thacher Higginson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson: the story of his life, XV: journeys (search)
viary round the corner and it was well to be discreet. He also cooled my ardor a little by saying that this little ruin was of a second chapel to St. Michael which also stood there—still I dare say it was the same crucifix. She used to write to Goethe there and kept his letters buried there and has an exquisite description of going to sleep there in the moonlight on the wall and having to sleep there all night. She planted grapevines and honeysuckle and lilies there and she says all sorts of our at the station and lay down on a bench and slept as Bettine would have done . . . . It is such a delight to have an ideal object, especially in travelling alone. Aug. 9. Frankfort. Here still was Bettine, but lost in the greater stream of Goethe. The Goethe house was my chief interest . . . . Below were his magnificent mother's rooms . . . portraits of her . . . in the very room where she used to sit and chat with Bettine and they were (as the latter says) the only two people alive in
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Henry Walcott Boynton, Reader's History of American Literature, Chapter 8: the Southern influence---Whitman (search)
class who appear at long intervals, who become known as poets, and yet who resolutely confine themselves to a few very simple stage properties, and substitute mere cadence for form. There was for many years an Ossianic period, when simple enthusiasts sat up at night and read until they were sleepy about the waving of the long grass on the blasted heath, and the passing of the armed warrior and the whitebosomed maiden. Ossian is not so much read now, but Napoleon Bonaparte admired him and Goethe studied him. Neither is Tupper now much cultivated; but I remember when his long rambling lines were copied by the page into many extract books, and that he too was welcomed as relieving mankind from the tiresome restraints of verse. It would be a great mistake, doubtless, to class Whitman with Ossian on the one side,--though he names him with Shakespeare among the writers whom he studied in youth,--or Tupper on the other; but it would be a still greater error to overlook the fact that the
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