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Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 3, Chapter 37: the national election of 1852.—the Massachusetts constitutional convention.—final defeat of the coalition.— 1852-1853. (search)
rences have returned full of warm regard for you and England. Mr. Ingersoll, his successor, is an amiable gentleman, and a friend of mine. I trust his hardness against antislavery may be changed in England. To Miss Wortley, London, November 10:— Two events of importance have happened here,—Mr. Webster's death, and General Pierce's election. the first has caused in this part of the country a profound sensation, vying even with that caused in England by the death of the Duke of Wellington. It is evident that he did not die too soon. The business of his office had of late been neglected, and several matters seriously compromised by mismanagement,—among, which was the affair of Lobos and the fisheries question. Mr. Everett, who has taken his place as Secretary of State, has been moved partly by the desire that a friendly hand should close the business of his office. I am glad that Everett is there; Sumner took pleasure in being the first to announce to Mr. Everett his <
Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 3, Chapter 41: search for health.—journey to Europe.—continued disability.—1857-1858. (search)
place, The estate has been sold. the famous Stoke, with the churchyard where Gray was buried, and part of the old manor-house where Sir Edward Coke died; walked with Gladstone two miles to the railroad; enjoyed his conversation much; in the evening dined with Lord Brougham, and met a most distinguished company,— the Lord Chancellor, Lord Campbell, Lord Chief Justice of Common Pleas, Dr. Lushington, Lord Clanricarde, Lord Shaftesbury, Lord Aberdeen, Lord Broughton, Lord Glenelg, Duke of Wellington, Bishop of Oxford, Sir John Stephen, Mr. Parkes, etc. July 7. Breakfast at Henry Reeve's, where I met the Due de Nemours, Due d'aumale, Chancellor of the Exchequer, Lord Stanley, Lord Hatherton, Lady Theresa Lewis, Tocqueville; visited British Museum, and Mr. Owen; met the committee on the Ballot at their rooms in the city; heard Roebuck open his motion in the Commons for the abolition of the lord lieutenancy of Ireland; dined with Mr. Parkes, where I met Mr. Sparks Jared Sparks. and
Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 3, chapter 14 (search)
r of various papers and works on botany, natural history, and meteorology. His family was of German origin. In 1859 M. Martins and his son-in-law, Gerdon, were in Switzerland with theodore Parker when he was the guest of Desor, arid both became admirers of Mr. Parker. a distinguished naturalist, then director of the Jardin des Plantes. There was then living at Montpellier Captain J. R. Gordon, He died in 1863, at the age of seventy-four. a retired English soldier who had served under Wellington, and who had become intimate with French officers-Valliant, Cavaignac, and Lamoriciere— who were from time to time in garrison at Montpellier. With these two families, connected by the marriage of Gordon's son Richard to the daughter of Martins, Sumner was in daily association. With Captain Gordon he dined as often as twice a week; Captain Gordon's home was Maison Chaix, 5 Rue St. Croix. and they took walks together, conversing on English and continental affairs, in the Promenade du
History of the First Universalist Church in Somerville, Mass. Illustrated; a souvenir of the fiftieth anniversary celebrated February 15-21, 1904, Parish list (search)
. P. B. S.29 Gilman Street Thomas, Mr. and Mrs. Frank,1047 Saratoga Street, East Boston Trickey, Mrs. E. A.10 Auburn Avenue Turner, Mrs. Frank12 Austin Street Twombly, Mrs. Susan F.19 Greenville Street Tufts, Mrs. Charlotte 85 Mt. Vernon Street Ulm, Mrs. Albert A.59 Preston Road Wait, Miss Lizzie22 Webster Street Warren, Mr. and Mrs. J. F.25 Dell Street Watt, Mr. and Mrs. Alex29 Warren Avenue Webster, Mr. and Mrs. Frank E.10 Pearson Avenue Weeks, Miss Grace E.32 Vinal Avenue Wellington, Mr. and Mrs. J. F.23 Summit Avenue Wellman, Mrs. E. F. 13 Hamlet Street Whipple, Miss H. J. 20 Prospect-hill Avenue Whitcher, Miss L. A. Hotel Woodbridge Whitney, Mrs. M. A.47 Mt. Vernon Street Whitney, Mrs. R. C.28 Highland Avenue Wilder, Mrs. A. M.40 Harvard Street Wiley, Mr. and Mrs. I. H.22 Pearl Street Williams, Miss Angelia 108 Cross Street Williams, Charles, Jr.1 Arlington Street Wilson, Mr. and Mrs. F. M.137 Highland Avenue Wiswell, Joseph 22 Webster Street Wright, Mr.
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Atlantic Essays, Literature as an art. (search)
human life! Keep to the conventional, and you have something which all have seen, even if they disapprove; copy Nature, and her colors make art appear incredible. If you could paint the sunset before your window as gorgeous as it is, your picture would be hooted from the walls of the exhibition. If you were to write into fiction the true story of the man or woman you met yesterday, it would be scouted as too wildly unreal. Indeed, the literary artist may almost say, as did the Duke of Wellington when urged to write his memoirs, I should like to speak the truth; but if I did, I should be torn in pieces. Therefore the writer, when he adopts a high aim, must be a law to himself, bide his time, and take the risk of discovering, at last, that his life has been a failure. His task is one in which failure is easy, when he must not only depict the truths of Nature, but must do this with such verisimilitude as to vindicate its truth to other eyes. And since this recognition may not ev
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Atlantic Essays, A letter to a young contributor. (search)
therefore, duty and opportunity call, count it a privilege to obtain your share in the new career; throw yourself into it as resolutely and joyously as if it were a summer campaign in the Adirondack, but never fancy for a moment that you have discovered any grander or manlier life than you should have been leading every day at home. It is not needful here to decide which is intrinsically the better thing, a column of a newspaper or a column of attack, Wordsworth's Lines on immortality or Wellington's Lines of Torres Vedras; each is noble, if nobly done, though posterity seems to remember literature the longest. The writer is not celebrated for having been the favorite of the conqueror, but sometimes the conqueror only for having favored or even for having spurned the writer. When the great Sultan died, his power and glory departed from him, and nothing remained but this one fact, that he knew not the worth of Ferdousi. There is a slight delusion in this dazzling glory. What a fa
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Atlantic Essays, Mademoiselle's campaigns. (search)
ll be called to do some unforeseen act, as I was at Orleans. And she was not far wrong. The battle of the Porte St. Antoine was at hand. Conde and Turenne! The two greatest names in the history of European wars, until a greater eclipsed them both. Conde, a prophecy of Napoleon, a general by instinct, incapable of defeat, insatiable of glory, throwing his marshal's baton within the lines of the enemy, and following it; passionate, false, unscrupulous, mean. Turenne, the precursor of Wellington rather, simple, honest, truthful, humble, eating off his iron camp-equipage to the end of life. If it be true, as the ancients said, that an army of stags led by a lion is more formidable than an army of lions led by a stag, then the presence of two such heroes would have given lustre to the most trivial conflict. But that fight was not trivial upon which hung the possession of Paris and the fate of France; and between these two great soldiers it was our Mademoiselle who was again to ho
James Parton, The life of Horace Greeley, Chapter 3: early childhood. (search)
reme. But it was the only bearer of tidings from the Great World. It connected the little brown house on the rocky hill of Amherst with the general life of mankind. The boy, before he could read himself, and before he could understand the meaning of war and, doubtless heard his father read in it of the triumphs and disasters of the Second War with Great Britain, and of the rejoicings at the conclusion of peace. He himself may have read of Decatur's gallantry in the war with Algiers, of Wellington's victory at Waterloo, of Napoleon's fretting away his life on the rock of St. Helena, of Monroe's inauguration, of the dismantling of the flees on the great lakes, of the progress of the Erie Canal project, of Jackson's inroads into Florida, and the subsequent cession of that province to the United States, of the first meeting of Congress in the Capital, of the passage of the Missouri Compromise. During the progress of the various commercial treaties with the States of Europe, which wer
James Parton, The life of Horace Greeley, Chapter 27: recently. (search)
ecially to the study of agricultural sciences, and thus owe no man anything, while you receive a thorough practical education. Such is not the advice you seek; nevertheless, I remain yours, Horace Greeley. This letter may serve as a specimen of hundreds of similar ones. Probably there never lived a man to whom so many perplexed individuals applied for advice and aid, as to Horace Greeley. He might with great advantage have taken a hint from the practice of Field Marshal the Duke of Wellington, who, it is said, had forms of reply printed, which he filled up and dispatched to anxious correspondents, with commendable promptitude. From facts which I have observed, and from others of which I have heard, I think it safe to say, that Horace Greeley receives, on an average, five applications daily for advice and assistance. His advice he gives very freely, but the wealth of Astor would not suffice to answer all his begging letters in the way the writers of them desire. In the fall
James Parton, The life of Horace Greeley, Chapter 30: Appearance—manners—habits. (search)
Horatius gives no sign; the Times possesses him wholly. Will he read all through the service, and disconcert the young minister? No. At the first word from the preacher's lips, he drops the paper upon the bench, and addresses himself to—what do you think? Meditation? Finding the hymn? Looking about at the congregation? None of these. Leaning his white head upon his fair, slender hand, and his elbow upon the back of the pew, he closes his eyes, and instantaneously goes to sleep! Not Wellington, nor Napoleon, nor Ney, nor Julius Caesar, ever, after the longest fight, was sooner in the land of dreams. To all appearance— mind, I do not say it was so, but to all appearance—he was asleep before the hymn had been read to the end. Overtasked nature will assert and have her rights, and the weary wanderer find repose at last. Horatius neither stands at the singing, nor during the prayer does he assume any of the singular attitudes which are said to be those of devotion, nor does he pay<
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