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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 9 1 Browse Search
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Francis B. Carpenter, Six Months at the White House, Xxxviii. (search)
rsion was reading Shakspeare. One day (it chanced to be the day before the capture of Norfolk) as he sat reading alone, he called to his aide Colonel Le Grand B. Cannon, of General Wool's staff. in the adjoining room,--You have been writing long enough, Colonel; come in here; I want to read you a passage in Hamlet. He read the discussion on ambition between Hamlet and his courtiers, and the soliloquy, in which conscience debates of a future state. This was followed by passages from MacBETHeth. Then opening to King John, he read from the third act the passage in which Constance bewails her imprisoned, lost boy. Closing the book, and recalling the words,-- And, father cardinal, I have heard you say That we shall see and know our friends in heaven: If that be true, I shall see my boy again,-- Mr. Lincoln said: Colonel, did you ever dream of a lost friend, and feel that you were holding sweet communion with that friend, and yet have a sad consciousness that it was not a re
Mrs. John A. Logan, Reminiscences of a Soldier's Wife: An Autobiography, Chapter 4: (search)
re her trembling, cringing victim. On this occasion she was brought before the curtain again and again, the whole audience, from orchestra to the top gallery, rising to their feet and cheering wildly. In imagination I can to this day see her majestic figure as she appeared to acknowledge the encores. She followed the next night (her benefit) with Mrs. Haller, in Kotzebue's play, The Stranger, and as Mrs. Simpson in Simpson & company, to a superb audience of appreciative admirers. Lady MacBETHeth, Cardinal Wolsey, and Nancy Sykes were also given at the earnest request of a large number of distinguished people, who signed a petition to her to gratify them by prolonging the engagement seven nights. Each night the house was as full as the managers dared to allow. One never tired of seeing her. She was the personification of power and grace, and so forceful that one was impressed by her peerless physical and mental strength, and yet she seemed as gentle as a child. Few women hav
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Henry Walcott Boynton, Reader's History of American Literature, Index. (search)
's, 263. Life of Columbus, Irving's, 87, 119. Lincoln, Earl of, 10. Literary magazine and American Register, 70. Little boy Blue, Field's, 264. Little Giffen, Ticknor's, 216. Living world, Buel's, 263. London monthly Review, 69. London times, 95. Longfellow, Heury Wadsworth, 89, 90, 104, 105, 131, 135-145, 152, 153, 161, 170, 184, 197, 203, 210, 235, 258, 264. Lowell, James Russell, 50, 89, 95, 126, 133, 135, 137, 146, 152, 153, 160-166, 178, 192-197, 216, 242, 264. MacBETHeth, 279. McFingal, Trumbull's, 41. Madison, James, 38. Magazines, New England, 131-133. Alagnalia Christi Americana, Mather's, 17. Main-Travelled Roads, Garland's, 254. Malvern Hill, Battle of, 217. Marble Faun, Hawthorne's, 185. Marennes, Billaud de, 82. Marie Antoinette, 80. Mark Twain, 236, 245, 246-247. Marmion, Scott's, 37. Marshes of Glynn, Lanier's, 264. Massachusetts to Virginia, Whittier's, 152. Masson, David, 165. Mather, Cotton, 12, 15, 18-20,
James Parton, Horace Greeley, T. W. Higginson, J. S. C. Abbott, E. M. Hoppin, William Winter, Theodore Tilton, Fanny Fern, Grace Greenwood, Mrs. E. C. Stanton, Women of the age; being natives of the lives and deeds of the most prominent women of the present gentlemen, Eminent women of the drama. (search)
f despondency, that he had wasted the best working years of his career, in endeavoring to sustain the dignity and purity of the British drama. He retired from the management of the Princess's in 1860, having, within his term of nine years, made the most elaborate and brilliant revivals, not alone of Shakspearean, but of divers other dramas. The series commenced in February, 1852, with The merry wives of Windsor. This was followed, in due succession, by King John, The Corsican brothers, MacBETHeth, Sardanapalus, Richard III., Faust and Marguerite, King Henry VIII., The winter's tale, Louis XI., A Midsummer night's dream, King Richard II., The tempest, King Lear, Pizarro, The merchant of Venice, and Much ado about nothing. Each of these pieces had a very long run, and in each Mr. and Mrs. Kean played the principal parts. A public dinner was given to Mr. Kean, on his retirement from the direction of the Princess's Theatre. Mr. Gladstone presided; and, on behalf of the committee and
Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 2, Chapter 23: return to his profession.—1840-41.—Age, 29-30. (search)
, for it was the first very fine acting I had seen; and it opened my mind to the wonderful beauties of Shakspeare. The great pleasure I received then has extended through my life. I enclose a copy of the little note my brother sent me one day at school. It was when I was wild with excitement and delight over Macready's acting, and very anxious lest we should not have the right seats, or be there early enough. Mr. Emerson and family were to share the same box with us that evening to see MacBETHeth. I remember well how popular Charles was in social life,—how much attention was bestowed upon him. He was, so far as I can remember, on the top wave of social favor. He often went to Cambridge to spend Sunday with Mr. Longfellow or Mr. Felton, or to South Boston to visit Dr. Howe. Sometimes he would bring home a manuscript poem of Mr. Longfellow, and read it to us. He read poetry very finely. His reading awoke me to the beauty of Tennyson's poems, then becoming popular. . . . I rem
Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 2, chapter 30 (search)
h of the Common Pleas, in which he took great interest. . . . Show this to Peleg Chandler; and tell him to write me at Newport a gossipy letter, containing such matters as he can enliven by his pen. Ever affectionately thine, C. S. From Lenox he wrote to Dr. Howe, Sept. 13, 1844:— Here I am, the guest of Sam Ward, enjoying very much the devoted love that graces this house, and the kindness about me. Last evening, at the Sedgwicks', I heard Fanny Kemble read the First Act of MacBETHeth, and sing a ballad. To-day, drove with Miss Sedgwick and Miss R. S. to Stockbridge, where I passed the day. To Dr. Howe he wrote from Newport, Sept. 30:— Most tardily I return to you. I had hoped to write you immediately after my arrival here last Thursday; but riding, exercise, and sleeping, and the returning and receiving a few calls, have absorbed my hours and minutes. I have an admirable horse, and scamper like the wind over the beach and the country near. I wish you were he
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Carlyle's laugh and other surprises, chapter 20 (search)
hat the slightest attempt at direct cross-examination would make her withdraw into her shell; I could only sit still and watch, as one does in the woods; I must name my bird without a gun, as recommended by Emerson. After my visit came this letter: Enough is so vast a sweetness, I suppose it never occurs, only pathetic counterfeits. Fabulous to me as the men of the Revelations who shall not hunger any more. Even the possible has its insoluble particle. After you went, I took MacBETHeth and turned to Birnam Wood. Came twice To Dunsinane. I thought and went about my work. ... The vein cannot thank the artery, but her solemn indebtedness to him, even the stolidest admit, and so of me who try, whose effort leaves no sound. You ask great questions accidentally. To answer them would be events. I trust that you are safe. I ask you to forgive me for all the ignorance I had. I find no nomination sweet as your low opinion. Speak, if but to blame your obedient chil
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 7: passion flowers 1852-1858; aet. 33-39 (search)
en from his hand was sweet, while stolen fruit would be bitter. We see ourselves gathered in the great dining-room, where the grand piano was, and the Gobelin carpet with the strange beasts and fishes, bought at the sale of the ex-King Joseph Bonaparte's furniture at Bordentown, and the Snyders' Boar Hunt, which one of us could never pass without a shiver; see ourselves dancing to our mother's playing,--wonderful dances, invented by Flossy, who was always premiere danseuse, and whose Lady MacBETHeth dagger dance was a thing to remember. Then perhaps the door would open, and in would come Papa as a bear, in his fur overcoat, growling horribly, and chase the dancers into corners, they shrieking terrified delight. Again, we see ourselves clustered round the piano while our mother sang to us; songs of all nations, from the Polish drinking-songs that Uncle Sam had learned in his student days in Germany, down to the Negro melodies which were very near our hearts. Best of all, ho
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 wider outlookv1865; aet. 46 (search)
my's death, nothing has happened that has given me so much personal pain as this event. The city is paralyzed. But we can only work on, and trust in God. Our father's face of tragedy, the anguish in his voice, as he called us down to hear the news, come vividly before us to-day, one of the clearest impressions of our youth. Our mother went with him next day to hear Governor Andrew's official announcement of the murder to the Legislature, and heard with deep emotion his quotation from MacBETHeth :-- Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off, etc. Wednesday, April 19, was:-- The day of President Lincoln's funeral. A sad, disconnected day. I could not work, but strolled around to see the houses, variously draped in black and white. Went to Bartol's church, not knowing of a service at our own. Bartol's remarks were tend
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 2: a Roman winter--1878-1879; aet. 59-60 (search)
. Howe! The Reminiscences tell how she was pressed into the service, and how the last rehearsal was held while the musical part of the entertainment was going on. Madame Ristori made me repeat my part several times, insisting that my manner was too reserved and would make hers appear extravagant. I did my best to conform to her wishes, and the reading was duly applauded. Reminiscences, p. 425. Another performance was arranged in which Madame Ristori gave the sleep-walking scene from MacBETHeth. The question arose as to who should take the part of the attendant. Why not your sister? said Ristori to Mrs. Terry. No one could do it better In the spring, the travellers made a short tour in southern Italy. One memory of it is given in the following verses:-- Near Amalfi Hurry, hurry, little town, With thy labor up and down. Clang the forge and roll the wheels, Spring the shuttle, twirl the reels. Hunger comes. Every woman with her hand Shares the labor of the land; Every c
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