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Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), chapter 1 (search)
I needed change of scene, and to be roused to activity by other children I have kept you at home, he said, because I took such pleasure in teaching you myself, and besides I knew that you would learn faster with one who is so desirous to aid you. But you will learn fast enough wherever you are, and you ought to be more with others of your own age. I shall soon hear that you are better, I trust. School-life. The school to which Margaret was sent was that of the Misses Prescott, in Groton, Massachusetts. And her experience there has been described with touching truthfulness by herself, in the story of Mariana. Summer on the Lakes, p. 81. At first her school-mates were captivated with her ways; her love of wild dances and sudden song, her freaks of passion and of wit. She was always new, always surprising, and, for a time, charming. But after a while, they tired of her. She could never be depended on to join in their plans, yet she expected them to follow out hers with t
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), chapter 2 (search)
in Cambridge, and from that time until she went to Groton to reside, in 1833, I saw her, or heard from her, ansert passages from the letters and journals of her Groton life. I. Friendship. Friendly love perfect two of her letters to myself. The first is dated, Groton, Jan. 8th, 1839. I was at that time editing a theo Cambridge and Boston, in 1824 or 5 she was sent to Groton, where she remained two years in quiet seclusion. mber, while she lived in Cambridge, and one such in Groton; but afterwards, when I met her, I found her mind rsily followed; strong, but not deep. May, 1833.—Groton.—I think you are wrong in applying your artistical ou, but shall look after you with longing eyes. Groton.—Spring has come, and I shall see you soon. If I ch classic authority for diffuseness. Richter. Groton.— Ritcher says, the childish heart vies in the hthis time it was spring. I walked in the fields of Groton. But I will not describe that day; its music stil
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), chapter 3 (search)
III. Groton and Providence. Letters and journals. What hath not man sought out and found, But his dear God? Who yet his glorious love Embosoms in us, mellowing the ground With showers, and frosts, with love and awe. Herbert. No one nee gone out because I shiver in the cold and dark! Such was the tone of resignation in which Margaret wrote from Groton, Massachusetts, whither, much to her regret, her father removed in the spring of 1833. Extracts from letters and journals will plete, The dust shook from their beauty,—glorified, New Memnons singing in the great God-light. Sad welcome home. Groton, April 25, 1833.—I came hither, summoned by the intelligence, that our poor——had met with a terrible accident. I found tt is a noble work, and fit to raise a reader into that high serene of thought where pedants cannot enter. Farewell to Groton. The place is beautiful, in its way, but its scenery is too tamely smiling and sleeping. My associations with it ar
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), chapter 4 (search)
all find it so. I have been reading Plato all the week, because I could not write. I hoped to be tuned up thereby. I perceive, with gladness, a keener insight in myself, day by day; yet, after all, could not make a good statement this morning on the subject of beauty. She had, indeed, a rude strength, which, if it could nave been supported by an equal health, would have given her the efficiency of the strongest men. As it was, she had great power of work. The account of her reading in Groton is at a rate like Gibbon's, and, later, that of her writing, considered with the fact that writing was not grateful to her, is incredible. She often proposed to her friends, in the progress of intimacy, to write every day. I think less than a daily offering of thought and feeling would not content me, so much seems to pass unspoken. In Italy, she tells Madame Arconati, that she has more than a hundred correspondents; and it was her habit there to devote one day of every week to those di
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), V. Conversations in Boston. (search)
V. Conversations in Boston. R. W. Emerson. Do not scold me; they are guests of my eyes. Do not frown,—they rant no bread; they are guests of my words. Tartar Eclogues In the year 1839, Margaret removed from Groton, and, with her mother and family, took a house at Jamaica Plain, five miles from Boston. In November of the next year the family removed to Cambridge, and rented a house there, near their old home. In 1841, Margaret took rooms for the winter in town, retaining still the house in Cambridge. And from the day of leaving Groton, until the autumn of 1844, when she removed to New York, she resided in Boston, or its immediate vicinity. Boston was her social centre. There were the libraries, galleries, and concerts which she loved; there were her pupils and her friends; and there were her tasks, and the openings of a new career. I have vaguely designated some of the friends with whom she was on terms of intimacy at the time when I was first acquainted with her.
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), Appendix. (search)
1828; and died suddenly of Asiatic cholera, at his residence in Groton, Mass., October 1, 1835. In the narrow circumstances of his father, hston, with his residence in Cambridge, he in later years removed to Groton. Here, in his beautiful residence, he designed to write a history , and partly in the office of George Frederick Farley, Esq., of Groton, Mass. After his admission to the bar, he practised his profession twouties. In 1855 Rev. Mr. Fuller was selected by the citizens of Groton, Mass., to deliver a bi-centennial oration, it being the two hundredthMy mother's Cambridge years rather antedate my recollection; but in Groton her character and life are fresh in my memory. A picture of her isn the language of flowers her never doubting Christian faith. At Groton she was active in the efforts of the religious society to which she efforts by the bedside of a large, coarse man, a tenant of ours in Groton, who lived without God and without hope in the world, until he took
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), VI. Jamaica Plain. (search)
such an aversion to my environment. and prayed so earnestly day by day,—O, Eternal; purge from my inmost heart this hot haste about ephemeral trifles, and keep back thy servant from presumptuous sins; let them not have dominion over me. What a change from the almost vestal quiet of Aunt Mary's life, to all this open-windowed, openeyed screaming of poltroon, nefarious plan, entire depravity, &c. &c. July, 1842. Boston.—I have been entertaining the girls here with my old experiences at Groton. They have been very fresh in my mind this week. Had I but been as wise in such matters then as now, how easy and fair I might have made the whole! Too late, too late to live, but not too late to think! And as that maxim of the wise Oriental teaches, the Acts of this life shall be the Fate of the next. I would have my friends tender of me, not because I am frail, but because I am capable of strength;—patient, because they see in me a principle that must, at last, harmonize all the ex<
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), chapter 10 (search)
e will learn from every trial its lesson; and if I cannot be her protector, I can be at least her counsellor and soother. From the less private parts of Margaret's correspondence with the younger members of the family, some passages may be selected, as attesting her quick and penetrating sympathy, her strict truth, and influential wisdom. They may be fitly prefaced by these few but emphatic words from a letter of one of her brothers:— I was much impressed, during my childhood, at Groton, with an incident that first disclosed to me the tenderness of Margaret's character. I had always viewed her as a being of different nature from myself, to whose altitudes of intellectual life I had no thought of ascending. She had been absent during the winter, and on her return asked me for some account of my experiences. Supposing that she could not enter into such insignificant details, I was not frank or warm in my confidence, though I gave no reason for my reserve; and the matter ha