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Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Cheerful Yesterdays 4 0 Browse Search
Mary Thacher Higginson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson: the story of his life 3 1 Browse Search
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Mary Thacher Higginson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson: the story of his life, III: the boy student (search)
, who always held the place of first scholar, and who later became a prominent Boston lawyer. The two boys were rivals in rank and two years apart in age. Under date of May 22, 1839, Parker wrote of his young classmate, then a sophomore: I like Wentworth rather, quite well. He is now young but a good scholar—tolerable looking, awkward. There were other members of the class of 1841 who attained distinction in later life. Among them were the Boston physicians, Dr. Edward Clarke and Dr. Francis Minot. Two of the men took high rank as officers in the Union army; and the list of those who made their mark includes Henry F. Durant, the founder of Wellesley College. An intimate friend who entered college two years after Wentworth was Levi Thaxter, later the ardent student of Browning and FitzGerald. He did much to guide wisely young Higginson's literary tendencies. The lifelong friendship between Thomas Wentworth Higginson and Edward Everett Hale also began while they were undergr
Mary Thacher Higginson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson: the story of his life, XII: the Black regiment (search)
the Negro songs. When I am tired and jaded in the evening, he wrote, nothing refreshes me more immediately than to go and hear the men singing in the company streets. There is such a world of trustful peace in it, I feel as if they were a lot of babies in their cradles cooing themselves to sleep, the dear, blundering, dusky darlings! And he illustrates by the following anecdote their curious mingling of military and scholastic training: Dear old Uncle York leans in the doorway of Dr. Minot's tent, with his broad brimmed hat on, like a retired Seraph in easy circumstances. Along comes little Ben, Mrs. Dewhurst's page, 2 1/2 feet high, and swaggeringly says, Uncle York, gwine to school? and the blessed veteran gets down his primer, dog-eared now as far as four syllables and away they go to the moss house where Mrs. D. holds sway over drummers and divines.. Pete says Uncle York told them that he once walked from a certain point to Darien, twenty miles discoursing all the