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Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Carlyle's laugh and other surprises, chapter 13 (search)
holly characteristic of its author that I sprang from my seat, exclaiming Aut Caesar Aut nullus; Edward Hale or nobody. This is the story on which the late eminent critic, Wendell P. Garrison, of the Nation, once wrote (April 17, 1902), There are some who look upon it as the primer of Jingoism, and he wrote to me ten years earlier, February 19, 1892, What will last of Hale, I apprehend, will be the phrase A man without a country, and perhaps the immoral doctrine taught in it which leads to Mexican and Chilean wars-- My country, right or wrong. Be this as it may, there is no doubt that on this field Hale's permanent literary fame was won. It hangs to that as securely as does the memory of Dr. Holmes to his Chambered Nautilus. It is the exiled hero of this story who gives that striking bit of advice to boys: And if you are ever tempted to say a word or do a thing that shall put a bar between you and your family, your home and your country, pray God in his mercy to take you that in
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Carlyle's laugh and other surprises, chapter 24 (search)
in an impetuous woman's soul. The Berkeley, February 5, 1884. I am glad you say you are rejoiced that I am writing a story. But about the not hurrying it — I want to tell you something — You know I have for three or four years longed to write a story that should tell on the Indian question. But I knew I could not do it. knew I had no background — no local color for it. Last Spring, in So. Cal. [Southern California] I began to feel that I had — that the scene laid there--& the old Mexican life mixed in with just enough Indian, to enable me to tell what had happened to them — would be the very perfection of coloring. You know I have now lived six months in So. Cal. Still I did not see my way clear; got no plot; till one morning late last October, before I was wide awake, the whole plot flashed into my mindnot a vague one--the whole story just as it stands to-day: in less than five minutes: as if some one spoke it. I sprang up, went to my husband's room, and told him: I