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George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard), Life of George Ticknor. (search)
no other of his pupils, most of them being too young. I was then seventeen. I met, at these pleasant suppers, Mr. William S. Shaw, the founder of the Athenaeum; Mr. William Wells, a pretty good classical scholar, bred in England, from 1798 to 1800 a tutor in Harvard College; the Rev. Joseph Buckminster, the most brilliant and cultivated preacher of the time; James Ogilvie, a Scotchman, who gave very striking lectures in Boston, on various subjects, and made very effective recitations from Scott, Campbell, and Moore, some of which he sometimes repeated to us after supper; and Mr. James Savage, already one of my friends, and my father's. Other persons were there, and sometimes ladies, amongst whom was Miss Lucy Buckminster, sister of the clergyman, one of the most charming persons in society. These little symposia were always agreeable, perfectly simple and easy, full of fun and wit, and always rich in literary culture. It was my first introduction to such society. I attend
George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard), Chapter 2: (search)
common experience. Our paths in life are usually marked out by the force of circumstances over which we can exert but little control, and especially by that necessity of earning one's bread which is laid upon nine men out of ten. A young man of literary tastes may not like the profession to which he has been trained; but if he have good sense and strength of purpose, he will persevere in it, feeling assured that in this way he is certain of a sufficient support; while literature, which, as Scott well said, is a good staff but a poor crutch, gives no such pledge. But to this general rule there are exceptions. Some men, sooner or later, come to the dividing of the ways, and must decide for themselves whether they will take the right hand or the left. Some choose the wrong turn, and then the whole life becomes a failure, embittered by the feeling that the true vocation has been missed. Mr. Ticknor decided rightly. He gave up the law, not from a fickle temper, not from a restless
George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard), Chapter 3: (search)
er be settled. On every account, therefore, he was glad it was out of print; and yet he did not express the least regret when I told him that it was circulated in America almost as extensively as his other poems. As to the poems published during his minority, he said he suppressed them because they were not worth reading, and wondered that our booksellers could find a profit in reprinting them. All this he said without affectation; in fact, just as I now repeat it. He gave great praise to Scott; said he was undoubtedly the first man of his time, and as extraordinary in everything as in poetry,—a lawyer, a fine scholar, endowed with an extraordinary memory, and blessed with the kindest feelings. Of Gifford, he said it was impossible that a man should have a better disposition; that he was so good-natured that if he ever says a bitter thing in conversation or in a review he does it unconsciously! Just at this time Sir James Bland Burgess, who had something to do in negotiating
George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard), Chapter 5: (search)
r own soil, and is so intimately connected with their character, that it is very difficult for a stranger to understand it. A Frenchman, or indeed any one of the Roman nations, generally makes as bad work with it as Voltaire with Shakespeare, and for the same reasons; for it deals with a class of feelings and ideas which are entirely without the periphery of his conceptions. An Englishman, too, if he studies it at home only, generally succeeds about as well,—but show me the man who, like Walter Scott, has studied it as it deserves, or, like Coleridge, has been in the country, and who has gone home and laughed at it. Mr. Rose, in Berlin, told me he would defy all the critics of his nation to produce such an instance. After all, however, you will come round upon me with the old question, And what are your Germans, after all? They are a people who, in forty years, have created to themselves a literature such as no other nation ever created in two centuries; and they are a people who,
George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard), Chapter 14: (search)
is mother's death. Mrs. Grant. Mrs. Fletcher. Playfair. Scott. Abbotsford. Southey. Wordsworth. Dr. Parr. Sir James four persons in Edinburgh best qualified to give them, Walter Scott, Mr. Jamieson, Dr. Anderson, and Mr. Thomson. Mr. Jamieeptions to this remark, and they are Prof. Playfair and Walter Scott, who under all circumstances must be delightful men. to mention, and him I must mention separately. I mean Walter Scott. He is, indeed, the lord of the ascendant now in Edilent was developed late. Clerk, the advocate, told me that Scott hardly wrote poetry in his youth, and, in fact, could not ea boat together, and tried a long time to make some verses, Scott finally gave up in despair, saying, Well, it is clear you a Whatever passages, in the account of his intercourse with Scott, have been omitted, contain facts made familiar by Lockhart's Life of Scott, or statements afterwards withdrawn by Mr. Ticknor in a note. . . . . . Sophia Scott is a remarkable girl, a
George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard), Chapter 20: (search)
nd I watched the glories of the setting sun, lighting up country and town. . . . . I met Sir Walter Scott in Mr. Ticknor's library, with all his benign, calm expression of countenance, his eye of g me, that I may drive this odious notion of double rows out of my head. The portrait of Sir Walter Scott, to which Miss Edgeworth refers,—the only painting in the room,—is an original, by Leslie,He says, In the autumn of 1824 I visited Scotland for the purpose of painting a portrait of Sir Walter Scott, for Mr. Ticknor of Boston; and,—quoting one of his own letters written at the time,—Imagine how delightful these sittings are to me. Again, There was more benevolence expressed in Scott's face than is given in any portrait of him; and I am sure there was much in his heart. This benevoler conversational talents; Talleyrand, Dumont, Mackintosh, Romilly, Dugald Stewart, Erskine, Sir Walter Scott, Sydney Smith, and Mr. Sharpe, the fashionable dinner-lions of London. I have passed days
George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard), Chapter 22: (search)
hat she looked up the letters. In the evening she showed me her long correspondence with Sir Walter Scott, at least his part of it. The whole seemed to have been extremely creditable to both partiewas the beginning of the matter. Soon after, they wrote directly to each other; she went to see Scott; young Walter and his new wife were sent to her as to an intimate friend, immediately after theind the correspondence was continued till his mind failed. When she was in Edinburgh, in 1823, Lady Scott expressed her surprise that Scott and Miss Edgeworth had not met when Miss Edgeworth was in EdScott and Miss Edgeworth had not met when Miss Edgeworth was in Edinburgh in 1803. Why, said Sir Walter, with one of his queer looks, you forget, my dear,—Miss Edgeworth was not a lion then, and my mane, you know, was not grown at all. She told many stories of himter parts of it, and in this view of unrivalled merit. He described to us his last sad visit to Scott, just as he was setting off for Naples, broken down in mind and body, and conscious of it; for w
George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard), Chapter 24: (search)
ver, and I had made my acknowledgments with the rest to Tieck for the great treat we had enjoyed, I hurried off to the British Minister's, where we finished the evening in a very small party. February 7.—There was a Court ball to-night. . . . . I had a great deal of talk there with Prince John, and one or two other persons, about the state of the art of painting in Germany at this moment. It has, in the course of the last twenty or thirty years, begun anew upon the old foundations, as Walter Scott began, upon the foundations of the old ballads, traditions, and histories of the country, to renew its literature. . .. . I supped this evening at the table of the Princess Amelia. . .. . The Princess seemed to know a good deal about Shakespeare, and I was glad to have her say, very decidedly, that she could not imagine how anybody could think of making the character of Lady Macbeth interesting, by an expression of more human feeling and tenderness in the mode of representation; for it is
George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard), chapter 26 (search)
7, 128, 129, 131, 134, 138, 153, 430, 453, 454, 483. Schlegel, Friedrich von, 122, 123, 127. Schultze, Dr., 70, 73 note, 80, 81 and note, 82, 121. Schurtz, Hofrath, 112. Schwabe, Dr., 58. Scilla, Prince, 212, 219. Scott, Anne, 283. Scott, Sir, Walter, 24, 275, 276, 290-284, 430; portrait of, 388, 389, 407. Scott, Sophia, 281, 283, 284. Scott, Walter, Jr., 284. Sedgwick, Professor, 271, 419, 420 note, 421. Segovia, Bishop of, 218. Segovia, visits, 218. Senior, Nassau WillScott, Walter, Jr., 284. Sedgwick, Professor, 271, 419, 420 note, 421. Segovia, Bishop of, 218. Segovia, visits, 218. Senior, Nassau William, 407, 412 and note, 451. Senonnes, Viscount de, 255, 262, 263. Servia, life in, 478. Seville, 237-241; Alcazar, 238, 240; Cathedral, 238, 239; people of, 239, 240. Seymour, Mr., 447. Shakespeare, study of, 394; Tieck's reading of, 473, 477, 482; Schlegel's translation of, 468, 483. Sharon, Mass., E. Billings (Mrs. E. Ticknor) born and keeps school in, 3. Sharp, Richard, Conversation, 55, 56. Shaw, William S., founder of the Boston Athenaeum, 8, 12. Shiel, 415. Sidd