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The Cambridge of eighteen hundred and ninety-six: a picture of the city and its industries fifty years after its incorporation (ed. Arthur Gilman), Private schools in Cambridge. (search)
ined until three years ago, when the present edifice was erected and ready for occupancy. During this period, the original building had been constantly enlarged as the numbers increased, and when pupils began to come from a distance, a residence was erected at No. 21 Chauncy Street, and prepared for them. This was named for the wife of the first governor of Massachusetts, Margaret Winthrop Hall. When this became too limited in accommodation for the demand upon it, the residence of Mr. William D. Howells was obtained, and opened for the same purpose. By this plan the school remains a day school, and the residences are real homes. It has been a part of Mr. Gilman's plan to have no instructor living in the residences, so that the pupils and teachers are separate, and come fresh together at the beginning of the school-day. The heads of the residences are chosen for their ability in forming a home, and in giving to young women that cultivation which is not to be learned from books.
The Cambridge of eighteen hundred and ninety-six: a picture of the city and its industries fifty years after its incorporation (ed. Arthur Gilman), Cambridge Journalism (search)
as Whittemore of this town was editor of The Universalist Magazine and of The Trumpet. But the list of Cambridge men who have been prominently known as journalists and editors and writers for magazines strings out to a portentous length. Among many others there are Francis Ellingwood Abbott, Rev. Edward Abbott, Professor Charles F. Dunbar, Mr. Joseph Henry Allen, Francis Foxcroft, Professors Francis Bowen, Charles Eliot Norton, and Andrews Norton, Rev. William Ware, William Brewster, William D. Howells, Samuel H. Scudder, Horace E. Scudder, and Thomas Wentworth Higginson, who so gracefully links the younger and older generation of Cambridge writers. Yet with all this roll of Cambridge men famous in this sphere of work it remained for an obscure stranger to make the first venture in local journalism in our city. From 1842 until 1845 the residents of Old Cambridge were earnestly striving, both in town meeting and in the legislature, to be set off from the Port and East Cambridge as
The Cambridge of eighteen hundred and ninety-six: a picture of the city and its industries fifty years after its incorporation (ed. Arthur Gilman), General Index. (search)
. E. Parsons, 278; incorporated, 278; closed, 278; Isaac Fay's bequest, 278; additional gifts, 278; extent of hospital inclosure, 278; surroundings, 278; buildings, 279; the hospital opened, 279; number cared for, 279; its accommodations, 279; cost of land and buildings, 279; cost of maintenance, 279; property exempt from taxation, 320. Houghton, H. O., tells the story of the first printing-press, 332, 333; 334; founder of the Riverside Press, 335. House of Deputies established, 5. Howells, W. D., letter from, IV. Humane Society, Cambridge, when founded, 267; preliminary meetings, 267; objects, 267-269; list of articles procured, 267; beneficiaries, 267-269; first officers, 268; address, 268, 269; some early members, 269; offi cers, 269, 270; its work, 270; lifesaving apparatus, 270, 271; the original board of health, 271; its operations extended, 272; its bathinghouse, 272-273; members, 273; presidents, 273, 274. Huron Avenue, 116. Hutchinson, Anne, controversy over
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Chapter 11: Hyperion and the reaction from it (search)
about his private life to a public on which he had as yet established no claim. . . . Indeed this book will not add to the reputation of its author, which stood so fair before its publication. Boston Quarterly Review, January, 1840, III. 128. This is the criticism of which Longfellow placidly wrote, I understand there is a spicy article against me in the Boston Quarterly. I shall get it as soon as I can; for, strange as you may think it, these things give me no pain. Life, i. 354. Mr. Howells, in one of the most ardent eulogies ever written upon the works of Longfellow, bases his admiration largely upon the claim that his art never betrays the crudeness or imperfection of essay, —that is, of experiments. North American Review, CIV. 537. It would be interesting to know whether this accomplished author, looking back upon Hyperion more than thirty years later, could reindorse this strong assertion. To others, I fancy, however attractive and even fascinating the book may still r
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Chapter 16: literary life in Cambridge (search)
Hawthorne, warm with early friendship, pronounces it a most precious and rare book, as fragrant as a bunch of flowers and as simple as one flower. . . . Nobody but yourself would dare to write so quiet a book, nor could any other succeed in it. It is entirely original, a book by itself, a true work of genius, if ever there was one. Nothing, I think, so well shows us the true limitations of American literature at that period as these curious phrases. It is fair also to recognize that Mr. W. D. Howells, writing nearly twenty years later, says with almost equal exuberance, speaking of Kavanagh, It seems to us as yet quite unapproached by the multitude of New England romances that have followed it in a certain delicate truthfulness, as it is likely to remain unsurpassed in its light humor and pensive grace. North American Review, CIV. 534. The period following the publication of Evangeline seemed a more indeterminate and unsettled time than was usual with Longfellow. He began a d
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Index (search)
1. Heidelberg, 111, 113, 128. Herwegh, Georg, 161. Hiawatha, 187, 221, 258; commenced, 208; newspapers on, 209. Hillard, George S., 168, 284. Hilliard, Gray & Co., 69. Hingham, Mass., 61. Hirm, Me., 12. Holm, Saxe, 122. Holmes, Dr., Oliver Wendell, 1, 6, 57, 68, 146, 197, 273, 285, 294; on Evangeline, 194; on Longfellow, 287. Home Circle, the, quoted, 279. Homer, 5, 235. Hook, Theodore, 10. Horace, 19, 45. Howe, Dr. Samuel G., 284. Howe family, 214. Howells, William D., 126, 198; on Kavanagh, 200. Hudson River, 132, 248. Hughes, Mr., 96. Hugo, Victor, 3, 5, Humphreys, David, 23. Hunt, Helen, 122. Huron, Lake, 209. Hyperion, 55, 112, 113, 127, 134, 137-139, 171, 175, 260, 288; new literary style in, 70; development of, 124; criticism of, 125, 126; turgid rhetoric of, 128. India, 215. Indians, 18, 79, 129,132; Longfellow's plea for, 21; Longfellow plans poem about, 207, 208. Innsbruck, 223. Interlaken, 8. Irving, Washington, 7,
Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 15., Literary Medford. (search)
ook, and other periodicals. He is a marine artist, familiar with the men and the scenes of the Maine coast. He formed a habit of making a note of the stories he heard from time to time, and offered the records thus formed to his neighbor, William D. Howells, as material for his work. Howells replied to him as did Henry James to George Du Maurier under similar circumstances, Write them yourself. Sarah Warner Brooks was the author of three volumes of poetry—Blanche, published in 1858; St. CHowells replied to him as did Henry James to George Du Maurier under similar circumstances, Write them yourself. Sarah Warner Brooks was the author of three volumes of poetry—Blanche, published in 1858; St. Christopher, and Other Poems, in 1859; and the Search of Ceres, and Other Poems, in 1900; also a volume of criticism, English Poetry and Poets, in 1890. She wrote two volumes of short stories, My Fire Opal, and Other Tales, 1896, and Poverty Knob in 1900. Alamo Ranch appeared in 1903, and A Garden with House Attached in 1904. Four of these books were written after she was seventy-eight years of age and the last one in her eighty-third year. Mary B. Carret, whose childhood was spent alternate
The Daily Dispatch: March 2, 1861., [Electronic resource], The National Crisis. (search)
The Doubter.by Wm. D. Howells. She sits beside the low window, In the pleasant evening time, With her face turned to the sunset, Reading a book of rhyme. And the wine-light of the sunset, Stol'n into the dainty hook, Where she sits in her sacred beauty, Lies crimson on the book. O, beautiful eyes so tender, Brown eyes so tender and dear, Did you leave your reading a moment, Just now, as I passed near? Maybe, 'tis the sunset flushes Her features, so lily-pale-- Maybe, 'tis the lover's passion, She reads of in the tale. O, darling, and darling, and darling, If I dared to trust my thought-- If I dared to believe what I must not, Believe what no one ought-- We would read together the poem Of the love that never died, The passionate, world-old story, Come true, and glorified.