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Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Margaret Fuller Ossoli, chapter 7 (search)
to the ideal, he showed range, grasp, power of illustration, and precision of statement such as I never saw in him before. I will begin him again and read by faith awhile. There was a book of studies from Salvator Rosa, from the Brimmer donation, at the Athenaeum, which I looked over with great delight and got many thoughts for my journal. There was at last an interview with Mr. Allston. He is as beautiful as the town-criers have said, and deserves to be Mr. Dana's Olympus, Lares, and Penates, as he is. He got engaged upon his Art, and flamed up into a galaxy of Platonism. Yet what he said was not as beautiful as his smile of genius in saying it. Unfortunately, I was so fascinated, that I forgot to make myself interesting, and shall not dare to go and see him. Ms. Three months later the family left Groton forever, having taken a house at Jamaica Plain, then and perhaps now the most rural and attractive suburb of Boston. Here their dwelling was near a little stream, call
George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard), Chapter 13: (search)
process in another salon. . . . . The company is very various, but it should be remembered, to the credit of French manners, that men of letters are much sought in it. I was never anywhere that I did not meet them, and under circumstances where nothing but their literary merit could have given them a place. . . . . All, however, is not on the bright side. . . . Almost everybody who comes to these salons comes to say a few brilliant things, get a reputation for esprit,—the god who serves for Penates in French houses,—and then hasten away to another coterie to produce the same effect. This is certainly the general tone of these societies; it is brilliant, graceful, superficial, and hollow. . . . . I had a specimen of the varieties of French society, and at a very curious and interesting moment, for it was just as the revolution took place in the Ministry, by which the Duke de Richelieu was turned out, and Count Decazes put in. . . . . The most genuine and unmingled ultra society I m
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 13. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 34 (search)
er, crying wildly: Oh, where is mamma's picture? They will get mamma's picture? Hush! I whispered, grasping her arms. Or they will get it just to provoke you. But she would not hush, and was not to be intimidated. Horrid old things! She went on crying angrily. Called me Sis! They shan't call me Sis! Oh, where is mamma's picture? The silver connoisseur, relieved by the diversion, made a hasty exit from the parlor, and dashed by me up-stairs. My heart was with my Lares and Penates (two trunks!) and I as hastily followed, M. at my heels. When or why she turned back I never could exactly discover, nor did I miss her for some minutes. She was still in pursuit, however, of mamma's picture, which she now recollected had been given, with others, into the safekeeping of Aunt Pony, the household factotum and V.'s former nurse. The investigating Federal proceeded to open drawers and wardrobes upon reaching my room; and, after watching him a few moments, I asked quietly w
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 33. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 1.15 (search)
ith, A. P. Hill, J. P. Walker and J. B. Terrell. In conclusion I will say that some years ago Captain James Bumgardner, of Staunton, who was an officer in the Fifty-second Virginia Regiment, next on the left of the Forty-ninth, told me that his regiment also had only three officers and eighteen men left. Thus and there at Bethesda Church well nigh perished one of the grandest corps of men the world has ever known—made up of the best young blood of Virginia, fighting for their Lares and Penates;—their exploits would brighten the fairest names upon the roll of Battle Abbey, and vie with the knightliest of any age. A brigade that had been led to victory by General Early on a hundred battle-fields; that had swept everything before it like a tornado; a brigade under whose flag you had fought and bled; a brigade that had furnished to the Confederacy four or five generals: Early, William Smith, A. P. Hill, J. A. Walker and J. B. Terrill (whose commission was on his way to him when he fe
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 37. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), The battle at Bethesda Church. (search)
officers were held in prison until August. In conclusion I will say that some years ago Captain James Bumgardner, of Staunton, who was an officer in the Fifty-second Virginia Regiment, next on the left of the Forty-ninth, told me that his regiment also had only three officers and eighteen men left. Thus and there at Bethesda Church well nigh perished one of the grandest corps of men the world has ever known-made up of the best young blood of Virginia, fighting for their Lares and their Penates—their exploits would brighten the fairest name upon the roll of Battle Abbey, and vie with the knightliest of any age. A brigade that had been led to victory by General Early and others on a hundred battlefields; that had swept everything before it like a tornado; a brigade under whose flag you had fought and bled; a brigade that had furnished to the Confederacy four or five generals: Early, William Smith, A. P. Hill, J. A. Walker and J. B. Terrell (whose commission was on its way to him wh
The Daily Dispatch: November 26, 1861., [Electronic resource], article 2 (search)
nic among the thriving merchants. It suffered somewhat from the war, and was shelled by the British fleet from the Potomac, fragments of the projectiles being occasionally found at this late date. Whether it was ever occupied. I cannot say. After the war, new and better harbors were discovered, new towns built and new channels for foreign trade opened. Capital will go wherever there is a chance for investment, and the wealthy traders of Dumfries, closed their shops, and, taking up their Penates, bid farewell to the old town. After this, disaster followed disaster. The houses were deserted, and soon went to ruin; the stores were labelled "to let," and followed fast in the same way. In 1846 or '47 there was a large fire which destroyed all the lower portion of the town, and time and neglect has nearly carried away the upper. The once busy town has become a ruined burg; the elegant Dumfries about as sorry a place as any one cares to see. Of its present appearance I will t
The Daily Dispatch: November 19, 1863., [Electronic resource], Parson Brownlow at home. (search)
Parson Brownlow at home. --The vagabond Person Brownlow is once more at home among his own Lares and Penates, and from the following notice, which appears in the Knoxville Bulletin, is evidently arranging household matters for the winter: I am wanting five or six loads of Anderson county coal, and for it, delivered at my residence, Cumberland street, I will pay a liberal price in greenbacks — not in the shaving paper of Jeff Davis's bogus Confederacy, as it would take a hat-crown full of that to pay for one load. W. G. Brownlow.