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George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard), Chapter 4: (search)
hat they would pass off for Genii; but all poetry is wanting. There is more depth of meaning in the group that Greenough made for Mr. Cabot than in all of them put together. A group representing a child-angel ushering a newly arrived child-spirit into heaven. It is now owned by Mrs. T. B. Curtis, of Boston. Painting is still worse. Cammuccini here and Benvenuti in Florence reign supreme, but there is not a man in Europe who can paint a picture like Allston. . . . . Journal February 27.—In the evening there was a great oratorio at the Palazzo di Venezia, given by Count Lutzow, the Austrian Ambassador . . . . It was Haydn's Creation, performed by a chorus of ninety singers and a band of fifty instruments, with Camporesi for the prima donna. Who, as Catalani herself told Kestner, drove her off the stage, and reigned as the prima donna in London, till she had retrieved the broken fortunes of a foolish husband. For the six or eight years after she completed that object
George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard), Chapter 20: (search)
off calling him Ben, as my brother had always been called in the family circle and among his familiar friends. Somewhat amused by my uncle's earnestness, I said, What shall we call him? He must be called the Judge, was his decisive answer. We agreed, and conformed to this, as an authoritative family decree. After Mr. Ticknor's death, in a conversation between the brothers, Judge Curtis said of his uncle, What I owe to that man is not to be measured.—I thank you for your letter of February 27, which I received, I think, in Naples, but which I have been too busy earlier to answer. However, this is of no moment; I do not profess to be a regular correspondent any more than you do. It is enough for both of us that your letter was most welcome, and that I am glad of a chance to say so. Your view of the present condition and future prospects of the affairs of the United States-written, I suspect, not without thought of the coming shadow of the decision of the Supreme Court of th