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Massachusetts (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 27
censure in critical circles, they are entertaining. But Colonel Parker is in trouble. He is censured by The Atlantic Monthly; he is cut up by The (London) Saturday Review; he is rebuked by Mr. Joseph Bell, who has Mr. Choate's memory in his special keeping; and he is treated by The Boston Courier very much as Captain Lemuel Gulliver was by the first Yahoos whose acquaintance he had the pain of making. Unless Colonel Parker--who is not of the Regular Army, but in the Militia Service of Massachusetts--shall make a great deal of money by the sale of his publication, he will wish that he had fallen upon his own sword, before venturing into the battle of print. The family is dreadfully angry. To speak individually, Mr. Joseph Bell is disgusted, and has written a special epistle to The Courier informing the world of that fact. Colonel Parker's poor little book is declared to be an outrage on the living and the dead. Colonel Parker has already retorted upon the family and The Courier
Clio (Kentucky, United States) (search for this): chapter 27
g of the real Family Choate will rival that of Porson and Dacier, of Bentley and Parr. The piety of the real Family Choate will be something approximating to the apostolic. With every virtue, and without a fault, he will be placed in the Biographic Pantheon which is so inexpressibly dignified and so portentously dull. Now, speaking simply for ourselves, and with no wish to interfere with the family arrangements, we must say that we have never found such biographies too edifying. We like Clio well enough, in a homespun gown, writing with a plain, honest goose-quill, of human lives and of earthly achievements. In our estimate of a public man, we do not deem it advisable to begin by taking it for granted that he was of perfect character. The world thinks as we think, and has always thought so. It does not care to have its heroes always in full dress. Writers of biography have too often befooled mankind — have too often given us some sublime creation of their own fancies, somethin
London, Madison County, Ohio (Ohio, United States) (search for this): chapter 27
In these matters of life and death, the biographer who is active enough to be the first in the market, will dispose of a dozen editions before those of less alacrity have printed their initial chapters. The Reminiscences of Choate, put out by Colonel Edward G. Parker, have, among other merits, that of novelty; and although they have not escaped censure in critical circles, they are entertaining. But Colonel Parker is in trouble. He is censured by The Atlantic Monthly; he is cut up by The (London) Saturday Review; he is rebuked by Mr. Joseph Bell, who has Mr. Choate's memory in his special keeping; and he is treated by The Boston Courier very much as Captain Lemuel Gulliver was by the first Yahoos whose acquaintance he had the pain of making. Unless Colonel Parker--who is not of the Regular Army, but in the Militia Service of Massachusetts--shall make a great deal of money by the sale of his publication, he will wish that he had fallen upon his own sword, before venturing into the b
Dacier (search for this): chapter 27
racter of human being, fond of the same food and drink which nourish and cheer ordinary creatures? The real Family Choate will be of incomputable altitude, with a voice like Olympian thunder, and an eye of flame divine. The eloquence of the real Family Choate will be more than Demosthenean, Ciceronian, Burkean. The law learning of the real Family Choate will surpass that of Pothier, Eldon, Story and Shaw, C. J. The classical learning of the real Family Choate will rival that of Porson and Dacier, of Bentley and Parr. The piety of the real Family Choate will be something approximating to the apostolic. With every virtue, and without a fault, he will be placed in the Biographic Pantheon which is so inexpressibly dignified and so portentously dull. Now, speaking simply for ourselves, and with no wish to interfere with the family arrangements, we must say that we have never found such biographies too edifying. We like Clio well enough, in a homespun gown, writing with a plain, hon
Shaw (search for this): chapter 27
Choate careless of money, of appearances, and of his chirography? of Mr. Choate in his character of human being, fond of the same food and drink which nourish and cheer ordinary creatures? The real Family Choate will be of incomputable altitude, with a voice like Olympian thunder, and an eye of flame divine. The eloquence of the real Family Choate will be more than Demosthenean, Ciceronian, Burkean. The law learning of the real Family Choate will surpass that of Pothier, Eldon, Story and Shaw, C. J. The classical learning of the real Family Choate will rival that of Porson and Dacier, of Bentley and Parr. The piety of the real Family Choate will be something approximating to the apostolic. With every virtue, and without a fault, he will be placed in the Biographic Pantheon which is so inexpressibly dignified and so portentously dull. Now, speaking simply for ourselves, and with no wish to interfere with the family arrangements, we must say that we have never found such biogra
Hawkins (search for this): chapter 27
cify their appetites as soon after the lamented demise as possible, and then provide for themselves annuities by the exhibition of the skeleton. That there should be jealousies in the distribution of the net proceeds of anybody's death, is as natural as it would be to find a company of hyenas making a division of their game without regard to Christian principles or Chesterfieldian good manners. When Dr. Johnson had given his valedictory roar, how many rushed forward to ear-mark the body — Hawkins, Mrs. Reynolds, Boswell, Mrs. Piozzi! What a scrambling there was, what a scene of anecdote-snatching! How everybody claimed to have been robbed by everybody else of priceless stories and of invaluable reminiscences! It rained pamphlets, and the air was thick with recriminations. That Dr. Johnson did not walk upon such provocatives, goes far to invalidate his own doctrine of ghosts; for, with his good will, we do not believe that Boswell would have been permitted upon a single occasion
Thrale (search for this): chapter 27
What a scrambling there was, what a scene of anecdote-snatching! How everybody claimed to have been robbed by everybody else of priceless stories and of invaluable reminiscences! It rained pamphlets, and the air was thick with recriminations. That Dr. Johnson did not walk upon such provocatives, goes far to invalidate his own doctrine of ghosts; for, with his good will, we do not believe that Boswell would have been permitted upon a single occasion again to get comfortably drunk, or the Thrale to forget her departed brewer in the arms of her Italian fiddler. Still, there were reasonable extenuations of the biographical mania then, and such are not wanting in the case to be presently considered. In these matters of life and death, the biographer who is active enough to be the first in the market, will dispose of a dozen editions before those of less alacrity have printed their initial chapters. The Reminiscences of Choate, put out by Colonel Edward G. Parker, have, among other
Eldon (search for this): chapter 27
g jokes? of Mr. Choate careless of money, of appearances, and of his chirography? of Mr. Choate in his character of human being, fond of the same food and drink which nourish and cheer ordinary creatures? The real Family Choate will be of incomputable altitude, with a voice like Olympian thunder, and an eye of flame divine. The eloquence of the real Family Choate will be more than Demosthenean, Ciceronian, Burkean. The law learning of the real Family Choate will surpass that of Pothier, Eldon, Story and Shaw, C. J. The classical learning of the real Family Choate will rival that of Porson and Dacier, of Bentley and Parr. The piety of the real Family Choate will be something approximating to the apostolic. With every virtue, and without a fault, he will be placed in the Biographic Pantheon which is so inexpressibly dignified and so portentously dull. Now, speaking simply for ourselves, and with no wish to interfere with the family arrangements, we must say that we have never
Bentley (search for this): chapter 27
man being, fond of the same food and drink which nourish and cheer ordinary creatures? The real Family Choate will be of incomputable altitude, with a voice like Olympian thunder, and an eye of flame divine. The eloquence of the real Family Choate will be more than Demosthenean, Ciceronian, Burkean. The law learning of the real Family Choate will surpass that of Pothier, Eldon, Story and Shaw, C. J. The classical learning of the real Family Choate will rival that of Porson and Dacier, of Bentley and Parr. The piety of the real Family Choate will be something approximating to the apostolic. With every virtue, and without a fault, he will be placed in the Biographic Pantheon which is so inexpressibly dignified and so portentously dull. Now, speaking simply for ourselves, and with no wish to interfere with the family arrangements, we must say that we have never found such biographies too edifying. We like Clio well enough, in a homespun gown, writing with a plain, honest goose-q
Italian (search for this): chapter 27
natching! How everybody claimed to have been robbed by everybody else of priceless stories and of invaluable reminiscences! It rained pamphlets, and the air was thick with recriminations. That Dr. Johnson did not walk upon such provocatives, goes far to invalidate his own doctrine of ghosts; for, with his good will, we do not believe that Boswell would have been permitted upon a single occasion again to get comfortably drunk, or the Thrale to forget her departed brewer in the arms of her Italian fiddler. Still, there were reasonable extenuations of the biographical mania then, and such are not wanting in the case to be presently considered. In these matters of life and death, the biographer who is active enough to be the first in the market, will dispose of a dozen editions before those of less alacrity have printed their initial chapters. The Reminiscences of Choate, put out by Colonel Edward G. Parker, have, among other merits, that of novelty; and although they have not esc
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