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Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Carlyle's laugh and other surprises, chapter 19 (search)
s accounts in order, and ultimately became a partner in the business, erecting various buildings. He was married on September 28, 1857, to Elizabeth Dwight, daughter of Edmund Dwight, Esq., a woman of rare qualities and great public usefulness, who singularly carried on the tradition of those Essex County women of an earlier generation, who were such strong helpmates to their husbands. Of Mrs. Cabot it might almost have been said, as was said by John Lowell in 1826 of his cousin, Elizabeth Higginson, wife of her double first cousin, George Cabot: She had none of the advantages of early education afforded so bountifully to the young ladies of the present age; but she surpassed all of them in the acuteness of her observation, in the knowledge of human nature, and in her power of expressing and defending the opinions which she had formed. Lodge's George Cabot, 12, note. Thus Elliot Cabot writes of his wife: From the time when the care of her children ceased to occupy the most of
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Carlyle's laugh and other surprises, chapter 20 (search)
ix months, a suddenness of success almost without a parallel in American literature. On April 16, 1862, I took from the post-office the following letter:-- Mr. Higginson, Are you too deeply occupied to say if my verse is alive? The mind is so near itself it cannot see distinctly, and I have none to ask. Should you thinl be seen, with a naive skill such as the most experienced and worldly coquette might envy. Her second letter (received April 26, 1862) was as follows:-- Mr. Higginson,--Your kindness claimed earlier gratitude, but I was ill, and write to-day from my pillow. Thank you for the surgery; it was not so painful as I supposed. bewildered, stand; As if I asked the Orient Had it for me a morn, And it should lift its purple dikes And shatter me with dawn! But, will you be my preceptor, Mr. Higginson? With this came the poem since published in one of her volumes and entitled Renunciation ; and also that beginning Of all the sounds dispatched abroad, thu