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Cambridge History of American Literature: volume 3 (ed. Trent, William Peterfield, 1862-1939., Erskine, John, 1879-1951., Sherman, Stuart Pratt, 1881-1926., Van Doren, Carl, 1885-1950.) 4 0 Browse Search
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1 4 0 Browse Search
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Cambridge History of American Literature: volume 3 (ed. Trent, William Peterfield, 1862-1939., Erskine, John, 1879-1951., Sherman, Stuart Pratt, 1881-1926., Van Doren, Carl, 1885-1950.), Book III (continued) (search)
much as the text to the popularity of the book. Clark's travesties of the obituary lyric have been long remembered. At times rivalling the mock horrors of the Bab ballads, his mortuary burlesques go far to justify Augustine Birrell's dictum that the essence of American humour consists in speaking lightly of dreadful subjects. In spite of his pseudonym Clark was not one of the many dialect writers. The verbal humours of German-American speech were further exhibited, however, in the Yawcob Strauss rhymes of Charles Follen Adams. Negro dialect and certain broad aspects of darky pretentiousness were turned to laughable effect by Charles Bertrand Lewis (M. Quad) in The Lime-Kiln Club (1887) and other sketches. At the close of the century Bowery slang gained a temporary currency through the Chimmie Fadden stories of Edward Waterman Townsend, but Faddenism never seriously disturbed the cult of Mr. Dooley, whose Irish-American witticisms deserve more extended mention. A remarkable ty
Cambridge History of American Literature: volume 3 (ed. Trent, William Peterfield, 1862-1939., Erskine, John, 1879-1951., Sherman, Stuart Pratt, 1881-1926., Van Doren, Carl, 1885-1950.), Index (search)
ting, the, 511 Wright, Chauncey, 230, 234-36, 237, 242, 244, 250 Wright, Frances, 436 Wright, H. B., 438 Writings of Albert Gallatin, 199 Wundt, 240 Wuthering heights, 92 Wyndnam towers, 37 Ximena, 39 Yale, 6, 45, 56, 68, 206, 208, 221, 240, 303, 355, 392, 402, 412, 413, 443, 446, 461, 462, 464, 467, 471, 475, 478, 479, 485 Yale Review, 303 Yankee consul, the, 288 Yankee Doodle, 493, 494, 495 Yankee's return from camp, the, 493 Yankee trip in Canada, 162 Yawcob Strauss, 26 Yazoo, 352 Year 1886, the, 602 Year in Europe, a, 398 Year of American travel, a, 152 Years of My youth, 83 Yehoush. See Blumgarten, S. Yellow Jacket, the, 290, 292 Yiddische Gazetten, 600 Yiddische Neues, 599 Yonge, C. D., 461 Yonge, Charlotte M., 16 Yorick's love, 269 Yosemite, 55 Youmans, E. L., 193 Young, Brigham, 10, 142, 149, 522 Young, Edward, 445, 539, 542, 595 Young, J. R., 327 Young, Rida Johnson, 289 Young American, the, 405 Youn
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Carlyle's laugh and other surprises, chapter 21 (search)
igrams in verse, He'd smash some idols, I allow, But who would alter Mrs. Howe? Robert Grant. Lady who lovest and who livest Peace, And yet didst write Earth's noblest battle song At Freedom's bidding,--may thy fame increase Till dawns the warless age for which we long! Frederic Lawrence Knowles. Dot oldt Fader Time must be cutting some dricks, Vhen he calls our goot Bresident's age eighty-six. An octogeranium! Who would suppose? My dear Mrs. Julia Ward Howe,der time goes! Yawcob Strauss (Charles Follen Adams). You, who are of the spring, To whom Youth's joys must cling, May all that Love can give Beguile you long to live-- Our Queen of Hearts. Louise Chandler Moulton. Here, on this joyous day of days, O deign to list my skill-less praise. W hate'er be said with tongue or pen Extolling thee, I cry Amen. Beulah Marie Dix. Mrs. Howe was not apprised of the project in advance, and certainly had not seen the verses; but was, at any rate, ready as usual, and this
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 11: eighty years 1899-1900; aet. 80-81 (search)
forward with me and introduced me as the youngest person in the hall, I said, ladies and gentlemen, I shall prove the truth of what our reverend friend has just said, by citing a quotation from mother Goose [ when the pie was opened, etc.], and the first bird that I shall introduce will be Rev. E. E. Hale. beginning thus, I introduced T. W. Higginson as the great American Eagle; Judge [Robert] Grant as a mocking-bird; C. F. Adams as the trained German canary who sings all the songs of Yawcob Strauss; C. G. Ames said, you must n't call me an owl. I brought him forward and said, my dear minister says that I must not call him an owl, and I will not; only the owl is the bird of wisdom and he is very wise. I introduced Mrs. Moulton as a nightingale. For Trowbridge I could think of nothing and said, this bird will speak for himself. introduced N. H. Dole as a bird rarely seen, the phoenix. at the close E. E. H. Said, you have an admirable power of introducing. this little device ple
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 13: looking toward sunset 1903-1905; aet. 84-86 (search)
o spin our fate greet Julia Ward, who comes quite late; how Greek wit flies! they scream with glee, drop thread and shears, and make the tea. E. H. Clement. if man could change the universe by force of epigrams in verse, He'd smash some idols, I allow, but who would alter Mrs. Howe? Robert Grant. Dot oldt Fader time must be cutting some dricks, Vhen he calls our goot Bresident's age eighty-six. an octogeranium! who would suppose? my dear Mrs. Julia Ward Howe der time goes! Yawcob Strauss (Charles Follen Adams). you, who are of the spring, to whom youth's joys must cling. May all that love can give beguile you long to live-- our Queen of hearts. Louise Chandler Moulton. Mrs. Howe's reply why, bless you, I ain't nothing, nor nobody, nor much, if you look in your Directory, you'll find a thousand such; I walk upon the level ground, I breathe upon the air, I study at a table, and reflect upon a chair. I know a casual mixture of the Latin and the Greek, I know the Fr