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Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), VI. Jamaica Plain. (search)
immense in volume, and most various in tendency; and it was wonderful to observe the outward equability of one inwardly so impassioned. This was, in fact, the first problem to be solved in gaining real knowledge of her commanding character: How did a person, by constitution so impetuous, become so habitually serene? In temperament Margaret seemed a Bacchante, This sentence was written before I was aware that Margaret, as will be seen hereafter, had used the same symbol to describe Madame Sand. The first impulse, of course, when I discovered this coincidence, was to strike out the above passage; yet, on second thought, I have retained it, as indicating an actual resemblance between these two grand women. In Margaret, however, the benediction of their noble-hearted sister, Elizabeth Barrett, had already been fulfilled; for she to woman's claim had ever joined the angel-grace Of a pure genius sanctified from blame. prompt for wild excitement, and fearless to tread by night
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), chapter 11 (search)
ind that one can live pleasantly at Paris for little money; and we prefer to economize by a briefer stay, if at all. to E. H. Paris, Jan. 18, 1847, and Naples, March 17, 1847.— You wished to hear of George Sand, or, as they say in Paris, Madame Sand. I find that all we had heard of her was true in the outline; I had supposed it might be exaggerated. She had every reason to leave her husband,—a stupid, brutal man, who insulted and neglected her. He afterwards gave up their child to her fy discourse. This has been a great trial to me, who am eloquent and free in my own tongue, to be forced to feel my thoughts strunggling in vain for utterance. The servant who admitted me was in the picturesque costume of a peasant, and, as Madame Sand afterward told me, her god-daughter, whom she had brought from her province. She announced me as Madame Salere. and returned into the ante-room to tell me, Madame says she does not know you. I began to think I was doomed to a rebuff, among