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Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Carlyle's laugh and other surprises 8 0 Browse Search
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John G. B. Adams, Reminiscences of the Nineteenth Massachusetts Regiment, Chapter 5: battles at Peach Orchard, Glendale and Malvern Hill. (search)
e field; Lieut. David Lee was killed, and the ground was strewn with our dead and wounded comrades. For a moment the regiment was in confusion, but Captain Weymouth, assisted by Sergeant-Major Newcomb and others, rallied the men on the colors and the line was at once reformed and our position held. Capt. Edmund Rice was in command of the regiment. He was noted for his coolness and bravery, and the men had confidence in him. As I looked down the line of Company A many places were vacant. Ed. Hale, Volney P. Chase, Charles Boynton and several others were killed, while the list of wounded could not be ascertained at that time. Company A had lost men by death, but this was the first time any of our number had been killed in action. Charles Boynton was one of my townsmen. He was an eccentric man and had troubled Captain Merritt by his peculiar ideas of drill, but he was as brave and patriotic a man as ever shouldered a musket. He had no patience with the slow movements of the army
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Letters and Journals of Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Chapter 1: Cambridge and Newburyport (search)
occasions, rejoicing as a strong man to run a race — few of the graduating class have a step so elastic or a voice so strong. The dinner was like Commons dinners usually; there is a beautiful equality about these things — the most superb sumptuous collegiate festivals and the everyday prog of the cheap table meet on the common ground of two-pronged forks and dark brown geological plum-puddings. However, Dr. Dewey was not there and country ministers have good digestions. . .. I sat with Edward Hale, Sam Longfellow, and [James] Richardson, perhaps the three pleasantest persons in the room. The latter I am going to send you to preach Sunday, July 27 .... If he does n't astonish you I'm mistaken; he's a man of decided genius and great refinement, but has a crack somewhere in his caput; his preaching has been liked by the vulgar. I have never heard it — you must n't settle him. He looks like a Banished Lord. In 1847 Higginson made sundry visits at Newburyport preparatory to settl<
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Letters and Journals of Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Chapter 3: Journeys (search)
he gave me, and which have recalled the times when I used to build visions occasionally of the inside of a jail. ... . We have had no calms or storms, and few wonders, though many beauties. One night dolphins sent lances of fire beneath our bows; yesterday we saw a shoal of great leathery blackfish rolling their broad bulk half out of water, and to-day a little shower of white foam-flakes across the distant trough of a wave was pronounced to be flying fish. ... I have been reading Edward Hale's monograph, and Mrs. Dabney has been giving information respecting Fayal, delighting Mary's fancy with thoughts of nuns' delicacies, such as kitten's paws, angel's crops, royal eggs, and golden straws, and terrifying her, on the other hand, with fears of boys, dogs, and crazy donkeys. She avers that she never dreamed of finding her sweet enemy, boys, in Fayal, and has thoughts of returning in the vessel forthwith. Fayal, Friday, November 9 O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderfu
Mary Thacher Higginson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson: the story of his life, V: the call to preach (search)
efore night. All sorts of men from Dr. Parkman to Theo. Parker introduced themselves to me (some of them knew father)—and said all manner of things. . . . With Mr. Parker I had some excellent talk—he came out to hear me principally he said and was not disappointed—and he said some wise words of sympathy and encouragement. . . . The Reformers were delighted. . . . One candid man . . . said . . . I must thank you for your sermon to us, though I feel that in so doing I condemn myself. . . . Edward Hale came up... and said he had missed hearing me, but he was glad to hear there was somebody who was going to electrify the world. . . . Finally Uncle George [Channing] has offered to insert it whole in the Christian World. . . . When I got through I felt entirely uncertain what would be thought of it—it seemed tremendously severe as I spoke it and I put in my fullest energy—but I have not heard a single complaint of it or objection of any sort! Somewhat late the young reformer lear
Mary Thacher Higginson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson: the story of his life, XIII: Oldport Days (search)
nel Higginson had been more or less associated in Worcester with Dr. E. E. Hale, who was for a time the only clergyman in that city who was willing to exchange with the pastor of the Free Church. I had such an amusing glimpse, he wrote, of Edward Hale and his numerous offspring. I was at the Redwood library [Newport] and heard the tramp of many feet and supposed it an excursion party; then his cheery voice. . . . They had stopped on their way from Block Island to the Narragansett region wh farewell. Going toward the door I met the elder girl returning, and looking for something as if she had dropped a glove or a handkerchief. I said, Are you looking for anything? and she said, smiling shyly, For a pair of twins! It was even so. Hale, counting up his party on the sidewalk, missed nothing but a pair of twins and sent her back to find them in some corer; which being done, they proceeded to the steamboat. Various foreign notabilities often found their way to Newport. To-da
Mary Thacher Higginson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson: the story of his life, XVI: the crowning years (search)
had some leaning toward Socialism, I suppose, but the thing for which I joined the College Association was because 1 thought it very undesirable that colleges should ignore the very word as they almost uniformly did then; Harvard being almost the only one which allowed it even to be mentioned. . . . As for the name Socialist, I never either claimed or disclaimed it, regarding it as merely a feeler in the right direction and refusing any prominent place in the movement. I remember that Dr. Edward Hale and I both took this same position in a similar organization formed by Edward Bellamy in his time. His social creed, as stated in a letter dated 1859, would have equally fitted the succeeding years:— Every year makes me, at least, more democratic, with less reverence for the elect and more faith in the many. During the winter of 1911, strength gradually failed, though interest in the affairs of life never flagged. In February, he read a paper on Dickens, with all his old spir
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Carlyle's laugh and other surprises, chapter 13 (search)
t of it, a phrase so wholly characteristic of its author that I sprang from my seat, exclaiming Aut Caesar Aut nullus; Edward Hale or nobody. This is the story on which the late eminent critic, Wendell P. Garrison, of the Nation, once wrote (April ome who look upon it as the primer of Jingoism, and he wrote to me ten years earlier, February 19, 1892, What will last of Hale, I apprehend, will be the phrase A man without a country, and perhaps the immoral doctrine taught in it which leads to Mexican and Chilean wars-- My country, right or wrong. Be this as it may, there is no doubt that on this field Hale's permanent literary fame was won. It hangs to that as securely as does the memory of Dr. Holmes to his Chambered Nautilus. It is the to take you that instant home to his own heaven! President James Walker, always the keenest of observers, once said of Hale that he took sides upon every question while it was being stated. This doubtless came, in part at least, from his having
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: divers good causes 1890-1896; aet. 71-77 (search)
The bells of the old North Church were rung and the lanterns hung out. A horseman, personating Paul Revere, rode out to rouse the farmers of Concord and Lexington, and a sham fight, imitating the real one, actually came off with an immense concourse of spectators. The Daughters of the American Revolution had made me promise to go to their celebration at the Old South, where I sat upon the platform with Mrs. Sam Eliot, Regent, and with the two orators of the day, Professor Channing and Edward Hale. I wore the changeable silk that Jenny Nelson made, the Gardner cashmere, and the bonnet which little you made for me last summer. McAlvin refreshed it a little, and it looked most proud. Sam Eliot, who presided, said to me, Why, Julia, you look like the queen that I said you were, long ago. If I could do so, I would introduce you as the Queen. I tell you all this in order that you may know that I was all right as to appearance. I was to read a poem, but had not managed to compose on