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Nahant (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 2
me every night in sister's little book. Last night he read God Reigns. He looked up at me and asked, What does God do with the reins? At bedtime, one night, he announced, Now I am going to dream something proper funny. Thus early began his lifelong interest in dreams. Again she writes:— A very quiet happy day though a storm, engaged in making my little boy's clothes all day, while he [has been] by my side, reading or playing ... he has been part of the time catching fish in Nahant [Nahant]. . . . Between daylight and dark he plays Waldo is his Custard Pudding, and after beating and stuffing him, he roasts him in the oven; then after supper he takes his books .... We have been highly amused with Wentworth to-night. . . he [said he] could draw the Possum up the gum tree . . . he made some marks on the paper and then showed them to me saying as he pointed, there's the possum up the gum tree, there's the raccoon in the hollow, there's catchhim-up-my-boy, there's give-h
South America (search for this): chapter 2
mahogany washstand, containing a tiny concealed tub in which the Higginson babies were bathed. This extraordinary tub is drawn out by brass handles like a drawer, and with it come the supporting legs. All the children who grew up under the influence of their faithful Aunt Nancy did her credit. Francis became a physician, but was too generous and tender-hearted to make a worldly success. Stephen was a merchant, and the only one of the flock who had a large family of his own. He was in South America during most of Wentworth's childhood, but wrote charming letters addressed to Bro. S.'s little man. Waldo, whom the irrepressible Thacher called a thunderina dandy, was the soul of honor and chivalry, although his brave life was partially crippled by paralysis. Neither of the two sisters was married. Louisa, brilliant, accomplished, and considered the genius of the family, became— for a time—a Roman Catholic. Learning, however, that according to the belief of the Church her Protest
Davenport (Iowa, United States) (search for this): chapter 2
ughts and actions— which command my respect as much as if he was a grown man. ... I never [saw] one who was more thoughtful and considerate of others—though he has been the youngest and an object of uncommon interest. The old habit of preserving family correspondence was never abandoned by Colonel Higginson. These little letters were written between the boy's tenth and thirteenth years in a round clear script:— Dear Aunt:— Henry [a cousin] left us today. The stage comes to Davenport's tavern [North Cambridge]; so he had to go up there and meet it.... We had [to] wait a long time for the stage and at last it came, with 6 white horses.... Fast Day Henry and me went up to Prospect-Hill [Somerville]. Unluckily the mill was not going, but we ran round and saw lots of little fortifications, and found an old well nearly covered with a large stone which I have heard was made in the Revolution. I brought home two stones from it. To his brother in Maryland he wrote whe
Auburn, N. Y. (New York, United States) (search for this): chapter 2
nvent in Charlestown, the burning of which had made a great impression on his youthful mind, and which seems to have first aroused his love for religious tolerance. He walked often to Boston and spent a good deal of time at Mount Auburn or Sweet Auburn. In his Decoration Day address at Sanders Theatre, in 1904, he thus alluded to the old play-ground:— I remember our great cemetery, Mount Auburn, when it was not yet a cemetery, but was called Sweet Auburn still; when no sacred associationAuburn still; when no sacred associations made it sweeter, and when its trees looked down on no funerals but those of the bird and the bee. In the boyish record of walks and games, girls of his acquaintance are often mentioned, and not always with deference, as when he lost a philopena to Henrietta B——and exclaimed, Confound her! These girl friends seem to have been known by symbolic names, as he often speaks of meeting Poetry, on the street, or walking with Sensibility or Spinster. The boys also rejoiced in nicknames, for Soap<
Maryland (Maryland, United States) (search for this): chapter 2
tage comes to Davenport's tavern [North Cambridge]; so he had to go up there and meet it.... We had [to] wait a long time for the stage and at last it came, with 6 white horses.... Fast Day Henry and me went up to Prospect-Hill [Somerville]. Unluckily the mill was not going, but we ran round and saw lots of little fortifications, and found an old well nearly covered with a large stone which I have heard was made in the Revolution. I brought home two stones from it. To his brother in Maryland he wrote when eleven years old:— I have got 5 more Waverley Novels since you have been gone: Ivanhoe, The Monastery, The Pirates, and the 1st and 2nd Series of Chronicles of the Canongate, besides Peveril of the Peak which you left behind. Sunday School is in the Courthouse now. . . . I shall like to hear about a fox-hunt. Are there any slaves at Mr. Martin's, and do they blow a conch in the morning to collect them? . . . I read the Spectator a few days ago. Aunt Nancy received
Louisa, Ky. (Kentucky, United States) (search for this): chapter 2
hysician, but was too generous and tender-hearted to make a worldly success. Stephen was a merchant, and the only one of the flock who had a large family of his own. He was in South America during most of Wentworth's childhood, but wrote charming letters addressed to Bro. S.'s little man. Waldo, whom the irrepressible Thacher called a thunderina dandy, was the soul of honor and chivalry, although his brave life was partially crippled by paralysis. Neither of the two sisters was married. Louisa, brilliant, accomplished, and considered the genius of the family, became— for a time—a Roman Catholic. Learning, however, that according to the belief of the Church her Protestant mother could not be ultimately saved, she, to use her own words, saw the door open and walked out. Anna, the self-effacing, domestic sister, outlived most of the others. The pet of the Higginson family was—naturally —little Tommy as he was then called. Soon he was only known as Wentworth, and the Storrow w
Mount Auburn (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 2
May party. We met on the 30th of April at 5 A. M. just down by Thornton's to choose a queen ... Afterwards we went to Mount Auburn and walked and played until 10 o'clock when we came home. ... I forgot to say that as [we] were going to Mount Auburn Mount Auburn we stopped a little while at Mrs. Foster's and she gave us some cake. We found no flowers except half blown anemones. Dearly-Beloved Mother, The miniature tigresses' (that is Aunt Nancy, and Mrs.—) being absent, I sit down, away from the discorms to have first aroused his love for religious tolerance. He walked often to Boston and spent a good deal of time at Mount Auburn or Sweet Auburn. In his Decoration Day address at Sanders Theatre, in 1904, he thus alluded to the old play-ground:— I remember our great cemetery, Mount Auburn, when it was not yet a cemetery, but was called Sweet Auburn still; when no sacred associations made it sweeter, and when its trees looked down on no funerals but those of the bird and the bee. I
Charles (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 2
Mr. Morse begun with the dining-room, then went to the back parlour and then to the study. The champagne bottles sold for 4 1/8 cents apiece; the clock for $3 3/4; and a little table in there for 1 cent. ... There was an old curious chair, which Mr. Morse finding he could not sell, broke. I was much obliged to him for I got a nice bat by it. Occasionally a bit of autobiography is found among the old letters, as this:— I vividly remember when I first swam above my depth in the Charles River. We boys had been learning to swim at a point in the river not far from the willows where we played and read Spenser's Faerie Queene. The first time I swam across from one point to another in this river was perhaps the proudest moment of my life. I had no feeling of fear, but one of great confidence. All along Mt. Auburn St. on the side bordering the river were apple trees and no houses. At the age of twelve the boy kept a diary of his own, from which it appears that one of his
James Russell Lowell (search for this): chapter 2
an old colonial house, still to be seen on Brattle Street (then Tory Row), Cambridge. To this school Wentworth was promoted at the age of eight, and there he remained for five years, until he was fitted for college. His acquaintance with James Russell Lowell began here, the latter being one of the older pupils. There is an amusing letter from Lowell to Thacher Higginson which Colonel Higginson later framed and hung in his library. My dear thach,— In the course of human events when the Lowell to Thacher Higginson which Colonel Higginson later framed and hung in his library. My dear thach,— In the course of human events when the mind becomes indued with active spirit, with powerful imagination, with extensive enterprise, with noble designty—Then, my boy, Then! is the time to return to you this—Sallust. Yrs. J. R. L. The first sight of Jimmy Lowell made a lifelong impression on the younger boy's mind as the former came galloping to school on a little white pony, although he lived only a few rods distant. Wentworth's own home was a mile away, and he often dined at the school. Afterward he recalled with amusemen
Jennison (search for this): chapter 2
l the happy home in which he was reared. Indeed, we can almost breathe the atmosphere of that home when we read such sentences as these: A large Damask rose bush sends its fragrance into one of our parlour windows and the yellow sweet briar waves its long wreaths into the other. . . . We read and work and walk and play and study German and laugh and talk and then there is nothing but smiles and sunshine to be seen. When Wentworth was not quite four, he went to a Dame School kept by a Miss Jennison. He also went to dancing-school in a private house. His mother writes:— We . . . have been quietly seated at our work . . . only interrupted by little Wentworth's rampant spirits before he went to bed. He spells to me every night in sister's little book. Last night he read God Reigns. He looked up at me and asked, What does God do with the reins? At bedtime, one night, he announced, Now I am going to dream something proper funny. Thus early began his lifelong interest in
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