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1847 AD (search for this): chapter 1
e and country ministers have good digestions. . .. I sat with Edward Hale, Sam Longfellow, and [James] Richardson, perhaps the three pleasantest persons in the room. The latter I am going to send you to preach Sunday, July 27 .... If he does n't astonish you I'm mistaken; he's a man of decided genius and great refinement, but has a crack somewhere in his caput; his preaching has been liked by the vulgar. I have never heard it — you must n't settle him. He looks like a Banished Lord. In 1847 Higginson made sundry visits at Newburyport preparatory to settling there as pastor of the Unitarian Church. In letters to his mother he introduces some of his future parishioners. March 5, 1847 My second visit to Newburyport was singularly analogous to the first. Then the state of matters overhead made going to church impossible-this time ditto ditto underfoot .... The week had been radiantly beautiful. Saturday was a snow softening into rain — pleasant prospect. Sunday the sun r
1851 AD (search for this): chapter 1
wn which had squeezed itself into a cleft of the rock and kept so still that I stepped over it as a fragment of rock, being precisely the same colors; on looking farther I found two more. Taking them up and putting them down again, they would run away till they found a cleft and then squeeze their heads in and remain perfectly still. Such were the hospitalities of the island. A little more than a year later, Higginson wrote to his mother of Levi Thaxter's marriage to Celia Leighton, in 1851. . . You do not fully appreciate this strange and impracticable, but chivalrous and noble person whose immediate future it is hard and even sad to predict; whose past has been wayward and perhaps useless, but aspiring and stainless. ... Levi writes a funny account of the quiet little Kittery Point minister, Reverend Seth Somebody, his survival of the voyage more easily than of Jonas's witticisms, Jonas [Thaxter] the joker, on whose every wink and word the Reverend Seth hung in ecstasy;
1852 AD (search for this): chapter 1
e, mild, but without much sentiment; and I have enjoyed him, though Mary compares him to sawdust and all kinds of dry and gritty particles. . .. He has a taste for heretics and comes to see me constantly. These jottings are from the journal of 1852 and refer to Mr. Higginson's interest in the temperance movement. Marshal Tukey was a picturesque figure in those days, being a dashing, audacious, and most efficient police official, a terror to offenders. In Boston, January 15. I went to ce men that in the course of that interview he went out and into the Mayor's [Quincy] room and mentioned to him that I was there. Let him go to the Devil — don't have anything to do with him, was the answer. Also from the journal: February 29 (1852） Ellery said: There was no electricity in that lecture of Emerson's on Economy — it was dull. No weather in it, no outdoors. Emerson has no love of beauty or knowledge of it -he gave it all up after he wrote Nature --he is all human<
1850 AD (search for this): chapter 1
ing; I had pleasant memories of it and had long wished to meet it again. Emboldened perhaps, by Ellery's [Channing] daring spirit, I borrowed it, promising myself to return it in a week. Alas, that the conscience should be so hardened by time, but I have kept it six weeks, and do not feel so guilty as when I first pocketed it. Perhaps the same influence may have softened your surprise at such gipsy habits, and you may accept my thanks as some equivalent. Very respectfully yours. In 1850 Mr. Higginson wrote from Artichoke Mills to his mother: Don't let me forget to say that at South Hingham . . I did see one of the Betseys, and not only see but stay with, and not only a Betsey but a Betsey Cushing -but only a Mrs. B. C. I will candidly confess, not the renowned Missis. No, ma'am, said I, as I warmed my feet in a leisurely way at the air-tight. I have never been in Hingham, but my mother lived here for a time. Why, mercy's sake, who was your mother? was the reply. L
June (search for this): chapter 1
gave Mrs. Ward a diamond pin with diamond pendants. Her bridesmaid was little Lily Ward (the child who wanted to die so as to have a little conversation with Daniel and ask him how he really felt when in the lions' den!). The Wards have had a letter from them at Northampton in which she signs herself Jenny Gold-schmidt-doesn't it look prettier? --while he dates the letter as so many days from the beginning of his life --all which is very satisfactory; and they are to stay at Northampton till June and then sail for Europe. Also she is said not to be so rich as has been supposed, and she always expects to sing in public more or less because she would not think it right not to use her power. March, 1851 I don't know if I have mentioned my principal crony this winter--Professor Crosby, formerly of Dartmouth. You know, perhaps, his history; how he wrote a most admirable and pungent letter to the American Tract Society against endless punishment, and lost his professorship thereby.
Theodore Parker (search for this): chapter 1
t the graduation exercises: July 19, 1845 . . The Exercises in the morning were . . . good; almost every fellow did better than I expected. ... Elderly ministers sniffed at radical sentiments, young ones smiled at conservative ditto, and Theodore Parker sneered (at least so imagined) at a severe criticism on Strauss. Affianced damsels looked down blushingly when their several betrotheds came up, and looked up smilingly when the same gentlemen went down. There were at least half a dozen ofe Ministerial Conference on Thursday. I wanted you there, for I felt that I was pleading our cause. There had been much discussion, with this question at the bottom of all — are we to be a sect or take a step toward catholicism? Channing and Parker had spoken for their contemporaries. I told them I rose to speak for the young, and showed how ill they had done their duty to us; how little they had done for us; how they had estranged us and made us feel alone. I showed that they had shown u
Abraham Lincoln (search for this): chapter 1
Wha-a-t exclaimed the excellent lady promptly, pausing halfway out of the closet with a sugar-bowl in her hand. Why, be you Louisa Storer's son? Undoubtedly, ma'am, said I modestly; did you know her? Know her! said she. Why, she married General Lincoln's son! Transfixed with horror, you may conceive how I disclaimed the imputation that my mother had ever demeaned herself so unutterably, though I never heard of General Lincoln except as the steamboat in which we went to Hull. I mentally pGeneral Lincoln except as the steamboat in which we went to Hull. I mentally paralyzed the good lady and perplexed her so utterly that she could only emerge from the closet at last where she had still grasped the sugar-bowl, and setting it down she at last amicably observed, Well, guess I'd better get your supper first and then we'll see about it. Again and again during my visit did she renew the charge, and at last, wearied out, abandoned the theory, but only to hurt it with a final suggestion as we sat at breakfast Monday morning--Well, it must have been your grandma
Richardson (search for this): chapter 1
run a race — few of the graduating class have a step so elastic or a voice so strong. The dinner was like Commons dinners usually; there is a beautiful equality about these things — the most superb sumptuous collegiate festivals and the everyday prog of the cheap table meet on the common ground of two-pronged forks and dark brown geological plum-puddings. However, Dr. Dewey was not there and country ministers have good digestions. . .. I sat with Edward Hale, Sam Longfellow, and [James] Richardson, perhaps the three pleasantest persons in the room. The latter I am going to send you to preach Sunday, July 27 .... If he does n't astonish you I'm mistaken; he's a man of decided genius and great refinement, but has a crack somewhere in his caput; his preaching has been liked by the vulgar. I have never heard it — you must n't settle him. He looks like a Banished Lord. In 1847 Higginson made sundry visits at Newburyport preparatory to settling there as pastor of the Unitarian Chur<
Chapman (search for this): chapter 1
plied I, for the place has been conceded to him by persons in all external advantages his superior — Wendell Phillips, Mrs. Chapman, E. Quincy. From Phillips, said Whittier, that deference is something, but not from Mrs. Chapman. She has been GarMrs. Chapman. She has been Garrison's evil genius and acted through him her own plans. I protested against this and spoke strongly of her power, her magnetic influence, her appearance, etc. Ah, said he, very earnestly, and sighing also, she once had that power over me, but . . I am sorry to hear it, but it may not be necessarily inconsistent with the grand qualities which I have admired in Mrs. Chapman. He afterwards added, I told her also that to make use of private letters, as she did, in public controversy, was something I would never be guilty of in any cause. I remember [hearing] long ago that Mrs. Chapman and Whittier were not on speaking terms; but I never heard him mention her before. Long afterward I adverted to this subject with Wendell Phillip
April, 1861 AD (search for this): chapter 1
er with Sarah Hale [sister of Edward Everett Hale], whose eyes grow brighter yearly, I believe. .. . But to cross the room among the aldermen and instructors was no slight task. ... To conclude statistically, 225 people were invited, about 100 went and stayed from nine to twelve. Here endeth the legend. The description of the Palfrey sisters recalls the fact that Miss Sarah, at the age of seventy-five, took morning spins around Fresh Pond on her tricycle. Fifteen years later, in April, 1861, Mr. Higginson wrote his mother of the Misses Palfrey's father, who was then postmaster of Boston: Why have Dr. Palfrey's previous pursuits especially prepared him to be a postmaster? Because he has always been a Man of Letters;--Mr. Haven, the Antiquarian Librarian, who said this, says that Dr. Palfrey complains much of poverty, and that his history, which he hoped to make profitable, had not paid its expenses. But he was always rather querulous, I believe. This Cambridge is a pr
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