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Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To the same. (search)
To the same. February 3, 1819. I have been reading Guy Mannering. I admire it for its originality. Dominie Sampson is certainly a character that never had a precedent. Meg Merrilies has something of that wild enthusiasm which characterizes the wife of MacGregor; and there is a nameless something in her character which corresponds with the awful grandeur of Highland scenery. Don't you think that the spells of the gypsy and the astrology of Mannering might have considerable effect upon the superstitious mind by being left entirely unaccounted for? I should be almost tempted to leave sober history, and repair to these Scottish novels for instruction, as well as amusement, were not the historical views which they afford almost entirely confined to Scotland. The author seems to possess great versatility of talent. Almost all the sciences seem to have had a share of his attention; and his observations on human nature seem to be peculiarly accurate. I think I shall go to Scot
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To Rev. Doctor Allyn, Duxbury, Mass. (search)
e skies have looked like a tub of cold suds. The only variety is to go to church on Sunday, and hear the young Cambridgians talk of the turpitude of vice, and the moral dignity of virtue. Do I not remember your sayings well? By the way, have you determined yet whether there is the most of good or evil about me? . . . What do you do with yourself in these days? Hold high converse with Plato, or feed your sheep with turnips? Snarl with Diogenes, or laugh at neighbor Paris and his Sampson's riddle? I wish I could pop down upon you, 1and enjoy one or two quiet days, but quiet does not seem to be in reserve for me. How can you expect it, you will say, when you are always engaged on some mad-cap enterprise or other? When Hobomoks, Rebels, Miscellanies, succeed each other, thick as hail? Do you remember, Doctor Allyn, that four years ago you promised me a long letter? An honest man will never refuse to pay an outlawed debt. My Miscellany succeeds far beyond my most sang