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Broadway (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 4
eart less brave, and prostrated an organization less healthful. She must have had from the first a rare amount of muscular Christianity -must have been a conscientious self-care-taker — must have lived wisely and prudently,--in short, must have kept herself well in hand, or she would have gone down in some of the ugly ditches, or stuck in some of the hurdles she has had to leap in this desperate race of a quarter of a century. Some New York paragraphist tells of having encountered her on Broadway, a short time since,--not as usual, walking with a hurried and haughty tread, the elastic step of an Indian princess, of the school of Cooper,--but pausing, after a manner quite as characteristic, to talk to a lovely baby in its nurse's arms; and, our amiable Jenkins relates, her face then and there shone with the very rapture of admiration and unforgotten maternal tenderness, melting through its mask of belligerent pride and harshness, and in that wonderful transfiguring glow,seemed to wea
Bladensburg (Maryland, United States) (search for this): chapter 4
tary grapple with the old country,--final, let us hope, and eminently satisfactory in its results, to one party at least. But it is not probable that the shock and tumult of war seriously disturbed the little Sara, sphered apart from its encounters, sieges, conflagrations, and unnatural griefs, in the fairy realm of a happy childhood. Whether we made a cowardly surrender at Detroit, or incarnadined Lake Erie with British blood,--whether we conquered at Chippewa, or rehearsed Bull Run at Bladensburg,--whether our enemy burned the Capitol at Washington, or was soundly thrashed at New Orleans,--it was all the same to her. However the heart of the noble mother may have been pained by the tragedies, privations and mournings of that time, it brooded over the little baby-life in sheltering peace and love ;--as the robin, when her nest rocks in the tempest, shields her unfledged darlings with jealous care. I have a theory, flanked by whole columns of biographical history, that no man or
Hartford (Connecticut, United States) (search for this): chapter 4
, with little reverence for the past, or apprehension for the future,--much given to mischief and mad little pranks of fun and adventure. Sara was educated at Hartford, in the far-famed Seminary of Miss Catharine Beecher. At that time, Harriet Beecher, Mrs. Stowe, was a teacher in this school. She was amiable and endearing innd thought-compelling a career for her, with her heart as full of frolic as a lark's breast is of singing. There are yet traditions in that staid old town of Hartford, of her merry school-girl escapades, her tricks and her manners, that draw forth as hearty laughter as the witty sallies, humorous fancies, and sharp strokes ofterature of the people new vigor and verdure, the odors of woodlands, and exceeding pleasant pictures of nature. It must have been while Sara was at school in Hartford, that her brother Nathaniel began to be famous as a poet. In that unlikely place, Yale College, he seems to have had a period of religious enthusiasm, or senti
Boston (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 4
de as the world, and charity to match. Oh, the times I have thrown my arms wildly about me and sobbed Mother till it seemed she must come! I shall never be weaned, never I She understood me. Even now, I want her, every day and hour. Blessed be eternity and immortality! That is what my mother was to me. God bless her! In 1817 Mr. Willis removed to Boston, where he for many years edited the Recorder, a religious journal, and The youth's companion, a juvenile paper, of blessed memory. In Boston, Sara spent the remainder of her childhood; and a grand old town it is to be reared in, notwithstanding the east wind, its crooked, cow-path streets, and general promiscuousness,--notwithstanding its exceeding self-satisfaction, its social frigidity, its critical narrowness and its contagious isms; among the most undesirable of which count conventionalism and dilettanteism; and it s an admirable town to emigrate from, because of these notwithstandings. The stern Puritan traditions a
Lake Erie (United States) (search for this): chapter 4
of her life. During those years, our country passed through a troublous time, -a supplementary grapple with the old country,--final, let us hope, and eminently satisfactory in its results, to one party at least. But it is not probable that the shock and tumult of war seriously disturbed the little Sara, sphered apart from its encounters, sieges, conflagrations, and unnatural griefs, in the fairy realm of a happy childhood. Whether we made a cowardly surrender at Detroit, or incarnadined Lake Erie with British blood,--whether we conquered at Chippewa, or rehearsed Bull Run at Bladensburg,--whether our enemy burned the Capitol at Washington, or was soundly thrashed at New Orleans,--it was all the same to her. However the heart of the noble mother may have been pained by the tragedies, privations and mournings of that time, it brooded over the little baby-life in sheltering peace and love ;--as the robin, when her nest rocks in the tempest, shields her unfledged darlings with jealous
Puritan (Ohio, United States) (search for this): chapter 4
ed memory. In Boston, Sara spent the remainder of her childhood; and a grand old town it is to be reared in, notwithstanding the east wind, its crooked, cow-path streets, and general promiscuousness,--notwithstanding its exceeding self-satisfaction, its social frigidity, its critical narrowness and its contagious isms; among the most undesirable of which count conventionalism and dilettanteism; and it s an admirable town to emigrate from, because of these notwithstandings. The stern Puritan traditions and social prejudices of the place seem not to have entered very strongly into the character of Sara Willis. She probably chased butterflies on Boston Common, or picked wild strawberries (if they grew there) on Bunker Hill, without much musing on the grand and heroic associations of those places. She doubtless tripped by Faneuil Hall occasionally, without doing honor to it, as the august cradle of liberty. She must have been an eminently happy and merry child; indulging in her
New York (New York, United States) (search for this): chapter 4
the valor of her tongue. For that unnatural little monster, that anomaly and anachronism, an American flunkey, even her broadest charity can entertain no hope, either for here, or hereafter. Though whole-hearted in her patriotism, Fanny Fern is not a political bigot. She probably does not aver that she was born in New England at her own particular request; she has found that life is endurable out of Boston; she would doubtless admit that it can be borne with Christian philosophy out of Gotham,--even in small provincial towns, in which the Atlantic monthly and New York Ledger are largely subscribed for. When here, she was enough of a cosmopolitan to praise our great city market,--uttering among some pleasant things, this rather dubious compliment: What have these Philadelphians done, that they should have such butter? Done?--lived virtuously, dear Fanny,--refused to naturalize the Black crook, or to send prize-fighters to Congress. But to return. Not because of the happy acci
New England (United States) (search for this): chapter 4
rases. Almost as fiercely as she hates cant, she hates snobbery. Her honest American blood boils at the sight of a snob, and she never fails soundly to chastise him with the valor of her tongue. For that unnatural little monster, that anomaly and anachronism, an American flunkey, even her broadest charity can entertain no hope, either for here, or hereafter. Though whole-hearted in her patriotism, Fanny Fern is not a political bigot. She probably does not aver that she was born in New England at her own particular request; she has found that life is endurable out of Boston; she would doubtless admit that it can be borne with Christian philosophy out of Gotham,--even in small provincial towns, in which the Atlantic monthly and New York Ledger are largely subscribed for. When here, she was enough of a cosmopolitan to praise our great city market,--uttering among some pleasant things, this rather dubious compliment: What have these Philadelphians done, that they should have such
Bull Run, Va. (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 4
, -a supplementary grapple with the old country,--final, let us hope, and eminently satisfactory in its results, to one party at least. But it is not probable that the shock and tumult of war seriously disturbed the little Sara, sphered apart from its encounters, sieges, conflagrations, and unnatural griefs, in the fairy realm of a happy childhood. Whether we made a cowardly surrender at Detroit, or incarnadined Lake Erie with British blood,--whether we conquered at Chippewa, or rehearsed Bull Run at Bladensburg,--whether our enemy burned the Capitol at Washington, or was soundly thrashed at New Orleans,--it was all the same to her. However the heart of the noble mother may have been pained by the tragedies, privations and mournings of that time, it brooded over the little baby-life in sheltering peace and love ;--as the robin, when her nest rocks in the tempest, shields her unfledged darlings with jealous care. I have a theory, flanked by whole columns of biographical history, th
Portland (Maine, United States) (search for this): chapter 4
Fanny Fern-Mrs. Parton. Grace Greenwood. Sara Payson Willis, daughter of Nathaniel and Sara Willis, was born in Portland, Maine, in midsummer of the year of our Lord 1811. In that fine old town, in that fine old State, where as she says, the timber and the human beings are sound, she spent the first six years of her life. During those years, our country passed through a troublous time, -a supplementary grapple with the old country,--final, let us hope, and eminently satisfactory in its results, to one party at least. But it is not probable that the shock and tumult of war seriously disturbed the little Sara, sphered apart from its encounters, sieges, conflagrations, and unnatural griefs, in the fairy realm of a happy childhood. Whether we made a cowardly surrender at Detroit, or incarnadined Lake Erie with British blood,--whether we conquered at Chippewa, or rehearsed Bull Run at Bladensburg,--whether our enemy burned the Capitol at Washington, or was soundly thrashed at Ne
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