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Charles E. Stowe, Harriet Beecher Stowe compiled from her letters and journals by her son Charles Edward Stowe, Chapter 14: the minister's wooing, 1857-1859. (search)
ut it is equally and sadly true that there is amazingly little of it in books. Fielding is the only English novelist who deals with life in its broadest sense. Thackeray, his disciple and congener, and Dickens, the congener of Smollett, do not so much treat of life as of the strata of society; the one studying nature from the cluhose shallower traits superinduced by particular social arrangements, or by hereditary associations. Shakespeare drew ideal, and Fielding natural men and women; Thackeray draws either gentlemen or snobs, and Dickens either unnatural men or the oddities natural only in the lowest grades of a highly artificial system of society. The nature and character? Ten thousand, did I say? Nay, ten million. What made Shakespeare so great? Nothing but eyes and — faith in them. The same is true of Thackeray. I see nowhere more often than in authors the truth that men love their opposites. Dickens insists on being tragic and makes shipwreck. I always thought (fo
Charles E. Stowe, Harriet Beecher Stowe compiled from her letters and journals by her son Charles Edward Stowe, Index. (search)
on success of Uncle Tom's Cabin abroad, 189. Low, Sampson & Co. publish Dred, 269; their sales, 279. Lowell, J. R., Duchess of Sutherland's interesti n, 277; less known in England than he should be, 285; on Uncle Tom, 327; on Dickens and Thackeray, 327, 334; on The minister's Wooing, 330, 333; on idealism, 334; letter to H. B. S. from, on The minister's Wooing, 333. M. Macaulay, 233, 234. McClellan, Gen., his disobedience to the President's commands, 367. Magnalia, Cotton Matnborg, weary messages from spirit-world of, 486. Swiss Alps, visit to, 244; delight in, 246. Swiss interest in Uncle Tom, 244. Switzerland, H. B. S. in, 348. Sykes, Mrs. See May, Georgiana. T. Talfourd, Mr. Justice, 226. Thackeray, W. M., Lowell on, 328. Thanksgiving Day in Washington, freed slaves celebrate, 387. Times, London, on Uncle Tom's Cabin, 168; on Mrs. Stowe's new dress, 237; on Dred, 278; Miss Martineau's criticism on, 310. Titcomb, John, aids H. B. S. i
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Cheerful Yesterdays, chapter 8 (search)
was a failure; that Little Nell was unreal, and Paul Dombey a tiresome creature whose death was a relief. Fields was really a keen judge of character, and had his own fearless standards. I once asked him which he liked the better personally, Thackeray or Dickens, and he replied, after a moment's reflection, Dickens, because Thackeray enjoyed telling questionable stories, a thing which Dickens never did. There has been endless discussion as to the true worth of the literary movement of whiThackeray enjoyed telling questionable stories, a thing which Dickens never did. There has been endless discussion as to the true worth of the literary movement of which the circle of Atlantic writers was the source. By some, no doubt, it has been described with exaggerated claims, and by others with a disapprobation quite as unreasonable. Time alone can decide the precise award; the essential fact is that in this movement American literature was born, or, if not born,--for certainly Irving and Cooper had preceded,--was at least set on its feet. Whether it could not have been better born is a profitless question. This group of writers was doubtless a lo
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Cheerful Yesterdays, X. Literary Paris twenty years ago (search)
delegate to the convention. Wishing more to see him than to behold any living Frenchman, I begged the ever kind secretary, M. Zaccone, to introduce me to him after the adjournment. He led me to a man of magnificent bearing, who towered above all the Frenchmen, and was, on the whole, the noblest and most attractive literary man whom I have ever encountered. I can think of no better way to describe him than by saying that he united the fine benignant head of Longfellow with the figure of Thackeray; not that Tourgueneff was as tall as the English novelist, but he had as distinctly the effect of height, and afterwards, when he, Leland, and I stood together, we were undoubtedly the tallest men in the room. But the especial characteristic of Tourgueneff was a winning sweetness of manner, which surpassed even Longfellow's, and impressed one as being kind nature's, to adopt Tennyson's distinction, and not merely those next to best manners which the poet attributes to the great. Tourg
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Cheerful Yesterdays, Index. (search)
., 209. Straub, Miss, 209. Strauss, D. F., 10r. Stuart, Gilbert, 280. Sullivan, J. L., 263. Sumner, Charles, 53, 125, 146, 175, 196, 267. Suttle, C. F., 148. Swift, J. L., 151. Swinburne, A. C., 289. Swiveller, Dick, 30. Tacitus, C. C., 360. Tadema, Alma, 289. Talandier, M., 304, 305, 306, 309, 300. Taney, R. B., 238. Tappan, S. F., 204, 215. Taylor, Bayard, 0108, 293. Taylor, Henry, 29. Taylor, Tom, 312. Tennyson, Alfred, 67, 272, 287, 291, 292, 294, 295, 296, 314. Thackeray, W. M., 187, 313. Thaxter, Celia, 67. Thaxter, L. L., 66, 67, 76, 94. Thaxter, Roland, 67. Thaxter family, the, 75. Thayer and Eldridge, 230. Therese, Madame, 320. Thomas, C. G., 91. Thompson, William, 198. Thoreau, Miss, 170. Thoreau, H. D., 25, 53, 78, 91, 92, 114, 169, 170, 181, 279, 360. Ticknor, George, 12, 15, 49, 189. Ticknor, W. D., 176. Ticknor & Fields, 183. Tidd, C. P., 228, 229. Todd, Francis, 127. Tolstoi, Count, Leo, 315. Torrey, H. W., 53 58 Tourgueneff (
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Women and Men, chapter 11 (search)
s brave in Jaffrey Street, With stately stairways, worn By feet of old colonial knights And ladies gentle born; And on her, from the wainscot old, Ancestral faces frown, And this has worn the soldier's sword, And that the judge's gown. But strong of will and proud as they, She walks the gallery floor As if she trod her sailor's deck In stormy Labrador. What a fascinating thing, after all, is strength in a woman! With what delight all readers turned from the weak or wicked heroine of Thackeray's earlier novels to his superb young Ethel Newcome, strong of will and proud as they who would have domineered over her. Scott, with his love of chivalry, always flung some attribute of courage about the women whom he meant to win our hearts-or he failed if he did not. Even his graceful Ellen Douglas is incapable of actual cowardice. I think with anguish, or, if e'er A Douglas knew the word, with fear. So, in the Scottish ballads, it takes something more than a weakling to spring up beh
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Women and Men, chapter 27 (search)
ome low — born money-lender. Lord St. Leonards, who lately went to prison for the once high-bred offence of seducing a servant-maid, was the grandson of Sir Edward Sugden, Lord-chancellor, whose father was the court barber. But the common claim is that, whatever the origin may be, the associations and traditions of high birth have an elevating influence — that noblesse oblige, and all the rest of it. I believe that nothing can be shallower than this theory. One makes a mistake who reads Thackeray's Four Georges and thinks of it as revealing a condition of things wholly passed by. Any one who reads the admirable sketch, London society, by A foreign resident, will get a companion picture. But apart from such extremes, what an extraordinary self — revelation is that contained in the autobiography of Lord Ronald Gower, a man born in the purple, or as near it as England can get — the early resident of the very toy-palace minutely described in Lothair --a man whose reminiscences fairly
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Women and Men, chapter 34 (search)
and, and so on. The ladies who say this fail to convince others because they do not really convince themselves. That is the real difficulty. The trouble is that these benevolent ladies themselves in their secret souls regard that member of a poor family who goes out to service as occupying a lower social plane than her sister who tends in a store or works in a shoe factory. It is the same with men. No novelist could ever put such a brand upon the whole class of farmers or mechanics as Thackeray puts upon his footmen. I remember an occasion, many years ago, when a whole suburban village was thrown into confusion because Mr.--'s man-servant was allowed to buy a ticket and dance at a village ball, although the young farmers and mechanics were all expected and even begged to attend. What is the difference? I asked. Why, of course, said the ladies on the committee, you expect to dance in the same set, at a country ball, with your milkman and shoemaker, but as to meeting on the sa
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Women and Men, chapter 35 (search)
and the edition of her works published just before her death comprised just eighty-four volumes-one for every year. It is half a century since her death, and it is said that at least twenty of her books are still popular in France. This is to make the fruitage of a life better than the flower, and so is such a beautiful old age as that of Lucretia Mott or Lydia Maria Child. It is the fashion to sneer at old women; the novelists neglect — them: Howells hardly recognizes their existence; Thackeray makes them worldly and wicked, like old Lady Kew, or a little oversentimental, like Madame de Florae; Aliss Edgeworth's Lady Davenant in Helen is perhaps the best example of the class. In pictorial art I know of no more impressive representation of feminine old age, of the more commanding sort, than an etching in Mrs. Jameson's Commonplace book from a German artist, Steinle. Eve, in her banishment, prematurely old with care, sits leaning with stately poise against a tree and stretches on
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Women and Men, chapter 55 (search)
n America. At least I knew a young girl who tried it, and she soon found herself undergoing so many real or fancied slights because her husband was only in trade that she was soon glad to bring him back to this side of the Atlantic. Again, it is to be remembered that we cannot get back to our old home by merely crossing the ocean for it; it has changed, even as our old homes in this country have changed, and perhaps more than they. The London of to-day is not even that of Dickens and Thackeray, much less that of Milton and Defoe; nor is the Paris of to-day that of Petrarch, which he described (in 1333) as the most dirty and ill-smelling town he had ever visited, Avignon alone excepted. Already we have to search laboriously for old things and old ways, as the traveller in Switzerland searches for the vanished costumes, such as the Swiss dolls wear. Already we have to go farther East for the old and the poetic; and find even Japan sending us back our own patterns a little Orient
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