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32. Freedom. by Martin Farquhar Tupper. No blots on the banner of Light! No slaves in the land of the Free! No Wrong to be rampant where all should be Right, No sin that is shameful to see! America,--show the wide world in thy strength How sternly determined thou art To cut from thy soil in its breadth and its length The canker that gnaws at thy heart. Uprouse thee! and swear by thy might This evil no longer shall be; For all men are brothers — the black as the white, And sons of one Father are we. America,--now is the perilous time, When safety is solely decreed To ridding the heart of old habits of crime And simply repenting indeed. Away to the bats and the moles With the lash, and the goad, and the chain! Away with the buying and selling of souls, And slavery toiling in pain. America, this is thy chance — now at length-- Of crushing — while crouching to thee-- Those rebels and slaveholders — slaves to thy strength-- The curse and contempt of th
33. Southern treason. by Martin Farquhar Tupper. Like Jezebel's face at her casement, Strangely dismayed and perplexed, The world looks forth in amazement, Marvelling what's to come next. The world looks round her in wonder For beauty and strength destroyed For brotherhoods broken in sunder, And statecraft quite made void! Alas! for America's glory! Ichabod — vanished outright; And all her magnificent story Told as a dream of the night! Alas! for the heroes and sages, Saddened in Hades to know That what they had built for all ages, Melts like a palace of snow! And woe for the shame and the pity, That, all for no cause, to no end, City should fight against city, And brother with brother contend! Alas! what a libel on freedom-- Patriots — gone to the bad, Citizens — Arabs of Edom, Slave-drivers — liberty-mad! How sadly, through sons so degraded, Pigmies, ill-sprung from great men, Even your glories look faded, Washington, Franklin, and Penn! Popular government slandered 'Mi
John Harrison Wilson, The life of Charles Henry Dana, Chapter 3: community life (search)
od thing. If any man believe that social harmony is impossible we will agree to silence his most obstinate assertions with some of the pears named in Mr. Downing's catalogue. No one whose soul such flavors had ever approached could refuse to assent to the most glowing anticipations of the Future of Mankind. In another article he condemned Poe's Tales, then attracting wide attention, as clumsily contrived, unnatural, and every way in bad taste, while in still another he commends Martin Farquhar Tupper's Crock of gold as a poem which abounds in beautiful passages, is written in a nervous, straightforward style, is free from sentimentalism, and shows that the author is a man of good sense as the world goes, besides something more. It is curious to note in passing how the world, and Dana himself for that matter, have reversed both of these opinions, and yet it took many years to do it. As given here they show how completely a man's judgment may be reversed by the lapse of tim
John Harrison Wilson, The life of Charles Henry Dana, Index (search)
Thucydides, 56. Tilden, Samuel J., 442, 443, 445, 460, 462, 470. Times, New York, 128, 129. Tombigbee River, 250. Toombs, Southerner, 153. Townsend, Mr., 26. Train, George Francis, 382. Transcendentalism, 19, 27, 33. Treaty of Washington, 421. Tribune, New York, 50, 60-63, 72, 77, 92, 94, 96-100, 108-110, 113-115, 118-121,123, 125, 127-129, 132-134, 136-141, 144, 146-154, 158-162, 165-168, 171-173, 175-183, 186,212, 401,413 414,432, 440, 500. Trumbull, Senator, 370, 431. Tupper, poet, 153. Turchin, General, 264. Tweed, William M., 424. U. Ulffers, 369. Union, dissolution of, etc., 98. Universal Association, article on, 52. University of Michigan, address at, 49, 60. Upton, General, 320, 325. Usher, Secretary, 354. V. Valley of Virginia, 342, 347, 348. Van Cleve, General, 259, 262. Vanderbilt, 458. Venezuela, 471. Vicksburg, 4, 191, 192, 199, 204, 207-209, 212-214, 216, 221, 223, 225-228, 233-236, 238, 239, 248, 252, 255, 25
Chapter 10: from over the sea, 1853. The Earl of Carlisle. Arthur helps. the Duke and Duchess of Argyll. Martin Farquhar Tupper. a memorable meeting at Stafford house. MacAULAYulay and Dean Milman. Windsor Castle. Professor Stowe returns to America. Mrs. Stowe on the continent. impressions of Paris. En route to Switzerland and Germany. back to England. Homeward bound. Rose Cottage, Walworth, London, May 2, 1856. My Dear,--This morning Mrs. Follen called and we had, besides many others whose names I need not mention. May 7 This evening our house was opened in a general way for callers, who were coming and going all the evening. I think there must have been over two hundred people, among them Martin Farquhar Tupper, a little man with fresh, rosy complexion and cheery, joyous manners; and Mary Howitt, just such a cheerful, sensible, fireside companion as we find her in her books,--winning love and trust the very first moment of the interview. The
e, 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. in moving, 137. Tourgee, Judge A. W., his speech at seventieth birthday, 505. Trevelyan, Lord and Lady, 231; breakfast to Mrs. Stowe, 234. Triqueti, Baron de, models bust of H. B. S., 289. Trowbridge, J. T., writes on seventieth birthday, 505. True story of Lady Byron's life, the, in Atlantic monthly, 447. Tupper, M. F., calls on H. B. S., 231. Uncle Tom's Cabin, description of Augustine St. Clair's mother's influence a simple reproduction of Mrs. Lyman Beecher's influence, 5; written under love's impulse, 52; fugitives' escape, foundation of story, 93; popular conception of author of, 127; origin and inspiration of, 145; Prof. Cairnes on, 146; Uncle Tom's death, conception of, 148; letter to Douglas about facts, 149; appears in the Era, 149, 156; came from heart, 153; a religious work, object of, 1
Tupper a Lincolnite. --The "Proverbial Philosophy" man, Martin Farquhar Tupper, has addressed an eulogistic sonnet to Abraham Lincoln. Tupperism is proverbially stupid, and this production is on the same dreary, profitless, blank and dead level of all the emanations from his pen.