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Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 1: Europe revisited--1877; aet. 58 (search)
the restoration of the fine old oak of the cathedral, now shining like new, after a boiling in potash ) and a glimpse of Hawarden and Warwick, they proceeded to London and took lodgings in Bloomsbury (a quarter of high fashion when she first knew London, now given over to lodgings). Once settled, she lost no time in establishing relations with friends old and new. The Unitarian Association was holding its annual conference; one of the first entries in the Journal tells of her attending the Unitaaid our mother some attention when she was in London. She always remembered this visit as one of the most interesting of the many she made to the province in brick. She was driving three horses abreast,--her own life, Maud's life, the life of London. She often spoke of the great interest of seeing so many different circles of London society; likening it to a layer cake, which a fortunate stranger is able to cut through, enjoying a little of each. Her modest Bloomsbury lodgings were often c
George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard), Chapter 16: (search)
nches are much the same, with puddings, etc., added, and several sorts of wine; and the dinners begin at a quarter to half past 8, and last till near eleven. Twice, spiced wines were handed round with the meats, which I never saw before, and did not find nearly so savory as my neighbors did. Everything, in short, announced—even in the same houses—an advance of luxury, which can bode no good to any people. But the tide cannot be resisted. I am not sure whether I told you, in my note from London, that I found Hallam much broken in strength, and with dangerous troubles. He was, however, very bright, and talked as fast as ever. He went to the country two or three days after we reached London, to stay with his daughter, who, as I heard, makes his declining years very happy. He inquired most kindly after you, and desired to be remembered to you. I think he felt it to be very doubtful whether he shall see me next spring, if I then go to England again. Certainly I did as I parted from
Adam Badeau, Grant in peace: from Appomattox to Mount McGregor, a personal memoir, Chapter 45: (search)
nxious that his visit should be postponed until after the elections. Washburne, once the intimate friend of Grant, was then Minister to France, and he wrote to the ex-President advising that he should not make his visit at this juncture. But the counsel made little impression, and was not, indeed, very urgent. The relations of the two had not of late been close, and whether the French politicians had learned this fact or no, Thiers addressed Sickles and asked him to proceed in person to London and explain the situation to Grant. For Thiers took it as certain that Grant's sympathies would be with the Republicans, and that he would conform to their wish and delay his visit to Paris if he understood the circumstances. Sickles at once undertook the mission. He traveled to London, and explained to Grant the belief of the French republicans that his presence might be made a weapon in favor of the re-actionists. Mrs. Grant was present at the interview. It was she who had hitherto
Adam Badeau, Grant in peace: from Appomattox to Mount McGregor, a personal memoir, Chapter 50: (search)
his telegram is in reply to one from me, asking for information in regard to General W. F. Smith's report of the battle of Cold Harbor, for my Military History of Grant: [Telegram.] Washington, Nov. 1, 1876. Gen. Badeau, U. S. Consul-General London: No report from Smith after June 4th. U. S. Grant. Letter no. Fifteen. This letter was written immediately before the election of Hayes, and of course toward the close of Grant's second Presidential term: Executive Mansioour country, and yet cannot be punished as it deserves. I have been very busy though not accomplishing much, which must be my excuse for not writing sooner. Very Truly Yours, U. S. Grant. Letter no. Seventy. At last my successor to London was confirmed, and on his arrival in England, in September, 1881, I returned to this country, and resumed my old habit of constant association with General Grant. The new President, Arthur, was in New York in October, and General Grant called on
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, The new world and the new book, V (search)
an literature and art to the descendants of those Northern barbarians. And it must be kept in view, finally, that a cosmopolitan tribunal is at best but a court of appeal, and is commonly valuable in proportion as the courts of preliminary jurisdiction have done their duty. The best preparation for going abroad is to know the worth of what one has seen at home. I remember to have been impressed with a little sense of dismay, on first nearing the shores of Europe, at the thought of what London and Paris might show me in the way of great human personalities; but I said to myself, To one who has heard Emerson lecture, and Parker preach, and Garrison thunder, and Phillips persuade, there is no reason why Darwin or Victor Hugo should pass for more than mortal; and accordingly they did not. We shall not prepare ourselves for a cosmopolitan standard by ignoring our own great names or undervaluing the literary tradition that has produced them. When Stuart Newton, the artist, was asked,
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, The new world and the new book, IX (search)
nly have ceased to be the Rome of our reverence; and yet this is what has repeatedly been done in London by the selection of Mr. Lowell. Or if the province of Britain had furnished a periodical publication—an Acta Eruditorum, let us say—which had been regularly reprinted in Rome with a wider circulation than any metropolitan issue, then Rome would again have ceased to be Rome; and yet this is what is done in London every month by the American illustrated magazines. It is clear, then, that London is not the exclusive intellectual centre of the English-speaking world, nor is there the slightest evidence that it is becoming more and more such a centre. On the contrary, one hears in England a prolonged groan over an imagined influence the other way. I have long felt, wrote Sir Frederick Elliot to Sir Henry Taylor from London (December 20, 1877), that the most certain of political tendencies in England is what, for want of a better name, I will call the Yankeeizing tendency. But apart
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 12. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), The Seventeenth Virginia infantry at Flat Creek and Drewry's Bluff. (search)
venteen-shooters, pistols, &c. They lost nine killed, most of their wounded being carried off. Our loss was three killed and a few wounded. Result: Bridges saved and Richmond's southern communications kept open. On May 15th we marched to Powhatan Station, and from there were ordered to Richmond by rail by a despatch from General Beauregard. We reached Richmond at daybreak on the ever memorable 16th May, in a fog that some of my old comrades remember as one that would have done credit to London. We changed trains after some delay, and the old regiment, in good heart and spirits from its late success, soon found itself steaming away for Drewry's Bluff to be once more united to its old command. On arriving there the fog still hung pall-like over everything—objects could clearly be seen only a few feet in advance, adding much to the confusion. The road being filled with a motley crowd of cavalrymen, ambulances, wagons, infantry; men enquiring for their commands, all asking questio
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 21. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 1.10 (search)
hing of their destination. All were officers of the Confederate navy, by commission or warrant, and each had his distinct order to report to this place at the same hour. My commission was that of assistant surgeon. A tug was waiting, and we were hurried upon its deck with great haste. In the stream lay the steam blockade-runner Laurel. In the shortest time imaginable we were hustled on board this craft, and were steaming down the stream. At the same hour, casting off her lines from her London dock, and moving down the Thames, with her grim dogs of war concealed between her decks, ostensibly a merchantman, and bound for Bombay, sailed the English ship Sea King. One week later the ships met in the harbor of Funchal, Madeira. But the captain of the port ordering us out of his waters in the name of his Sovereign of Portugal, we raised anchor and found an offing beside the three great Desertas, massive rocks that rise out of the blue bosom of the Atlantic. Here the ships were lashed
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 35. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 1.40 (search)
veterans at length through the letter to Judge Christian. The incident is best described in the words of Captain McCabe himself. A writer in the London Times, in reviewing, in October, Sir George Trevelyan's American revolution, had made a bad blunder touching the ancestry of General Charles Lee, confounding the Cheshire family with that from which sprung the Lees of Virginia. The days of old. I wrote a letter to the Times correcting the blunder, and, fortunately, dated it from my London club, The Athenaeum. On the afternoon of the day on which it was published came to me a most cordial letter from Gerald Smythe, Esq., one of the solicitors for the London and Northwest Railway, stating that he would greatly like to meet me, and proposing that I should at once come to his home at Putney for luncheon or dinner, or, as they say in England, to dine and sleep. He wrote me that he was an ardent Confederate ; had long been a correspondent of Captain Robert E. Lee, of Romancoke
Jula Ward Howe, Reminiscences: 1819-1899, Chapter 7: marriage: tour in Europe (search)
membered glories of that summer, the new delight of the drama holds an important place. I had been denied this pleasure in my girlhood, and my enjoyment of it at this time was fresh and intense. Among the attentions lavished upon us during that London season were frequent offers of a box at Covent Garden or Her Majesty's. These were never declined. Of especial interest to me was a performance of Macready as Claude Melnotte in Bulwer's Lady of Lyons. The part of Pauline was played by Helen t this time. Mr. Ticknor had kindly furnished us with an introduction to the great man, who was then at the height of his popularity. To criticise Wordsworth and to praise Byron were matters equally unpardonable in the London of that time, when London was, what it has ceased to be, the very heart and centre of the literary world. Of our journey to the lake country I can now recall little, save that its last stage, a drive of ten or more miles from the railway station to the poet's village, wa
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