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Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 2, Chapter 21: Germany.—October, 1839, to March, 1840.—Age, 28-29. (search)
ld, and supported by masterly minds. People are of different opinions as to the character of Nicholas. Some call him very clever, and others say he does not know how to govern his empire. I speak, of course, of diplomatic persons whose opinions so vary. Then there is the eternal Eastern Question,—still unsettled, though Mehemet Ali has taken decisive ground. He is making preparations for war. If the Powers let the war-spirit out, it will be difficult for them to control it. The King of Denmark is dead, and his people are begging for more liberal institutions, or rather for some, for they have none. The King of Sweden, old Bernadotte, cannot live long, and his death will be the signal for a change. The King of Prussia is old; his people will demand a constitution on his death, which his successor may be too prudent to deny, though his inclinations are against it: at heart a very good man, but an absolutist. Austria is quiet and happy; but when Prince Metternich leaves the stag
Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 2, chapter 30 (search)
ven in the autumn preceding Harrison's election. Turn we to other topics. Bancroft's History of the American Revolution has gone to press; and Prescott is engaged in the preliminary studies for his History of Peru. Longfellow is publishing an important work,— one of the most so, indeed, in American literary history. It is a collection of translations The Poets and Poetry of Europe, with Introductions and Biographical Notices,— published in 1845. from Anglo-Saxon, Icelandic, Swedish, Danish, German, Dutch, French, Italian, and Spanish. . . . But I weary Julia's hand; and my own weakness admonishes me to seek my bed for the night. I believe Howe will return in a sailing packet; so I shall not see him so soon as I had expected. I long to see him, and to hear from his affectionate lips the narrative of his travels; and more than that, to receive the sympathy of his ardent soul. He will be startled to find me ill, and clasping the pillows of a sick bed. Pardon me, if I all