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February 28th (search for this): chapter 4
er Jonathan and eating burnt almonds. In addition to school perplexities, the unfortunate tutor's serenity was sometimes disturbed by the state of his purse, for he wrote, Grumbled over my accounts. My affairs'll go to the devil if I don't economize. After six months in this unsatisfactory position, Higginson decided to leave the school and to become a private tutor in the family of his cousin, Stephen H. Perkins, of Brookline. The last days at Jamaica Plain he thus describes:— February 28. School for the last time—. . . Bid the boys good-bye quite satisfactorily—they are really sorry to lose me, and I felt so too. . . . Had a delightful evening till near II packing—then home and worked like a horse till I—taking up the carpet and everything else. March 1. Rose before 6 and fixed things. . . .We got Mrs. Putnam's ladder and the wardrobe slid down very easily. Wentworth now went to his mother's in Cambridge for a few weeks, whence he wrote, An exquisite soft
March 1st (search for this): chapter 4
unsatisfactory position, Higginson decided to leave the school and to become a private tutor in the family of his cousin, Stephen H. Perkins, of Brookline. The last days at Jamaica Plain he thus describes:— February 28. School for the last time—. . . Bid the boys good-bye quite satisfactorily—they are really sorry to lose me, and I felt so too. . . . Had a delightful evening till near II packing—then home and worked like a horse till I—taking up the carpet and everything else. March 1. Rose before 6 and fixed things. . . .We got Mrs. Putnam's ladder and the wardrobe slid down very easily. Wentworth now went to his mother's in Cambridge for a few weeks, whence he wrote, An exquisite soft spring day which would have cheered the soul of a lobster–and it did mine. A few days later he added, Assumed my Cambridge state of mind. . . . I certainly intend to try—and not give way to the causeless melancholy I have occasionally fallen into heretofore, and resolved to
August (search for this): chapter 4
IV: the young pedagogue Shortly before graduation, Wentworth Higginson began looking about for employment, and in June, 1841, was engaged by Mr. Samuel Weld, of Jamaica Plain, as assistant in his school for boys, at six hundred dollars per year. In August he wrote Parker, I succeeded in getting a good room [at Jamaica Plain] for $25 the year and board from $3 to $4 [per month]. Settled in this new room, he began at once another journal. He was at first in a quandary as to whom it should be dedicated to, but finally decided on three girl friends and added, Now to business. Homesickness assailed him at first, but after a few days he got rather more comfortable, reading The Flirt and those beautiful poetical passages in the Devil's Progress. Apparently the young pedagogue, as he calls himself, had no trouble in teaching the boys or making friends with them. He took them with him on his long rambles in search of flowers, and describes a tramp around Jamaica Pond in cloth boo
November (search for this): chapter 4
t is not beautiful until overhung with the mosses and veiled in the shadows of the Past. . . . I think the free communion with Nature in past years has done much for my mental health. Those long afternoons in the woods with no care, no solicitude as to time and place, no companion but my tin box. . . . That Bigelow's Botany of mine is the most precious book I have—not a page of it but is redolent of summer sounds, senses and images. But he never became reconciled to his work, and wrote in November: To Teaching I have an utter and entire aversion—I love children passionately and am able to attach them and to discipline them, but I am not fitted for an intellectual guide and I hate the office; and added I read the Theory of Teaching (which put me in despair). The school was often held out of doors, and one of the features was a course of talks to the boys on animals. In 1852, Higginson wrote to Harriet Prescott:— When I was of your age and had scholars like you,—or as you w
December 24th (search for this): chapter 4
e read one of his poetical effusions to his family and they laughed at its sentimentality, which enraged me . . . went to bed angry and feeling unappreciated. Resolved to show them no more poetry. The youth's imagination was as vivid as a child's, and after reading Undine he wrote, Just now I heard a noise outside the window and looked up in hopes it was Kuhleborn—oh, how dreadful it is to be in a land where there are no supernatural beings visible—not even any traditions of them! Christmas evening of that year was spent in serenading a Cambridge belle; but his companion, Levi Thaxter, escaping at a critical point, Wentworth, according to his journal, broke down in the song Love wakes and weeps, and made an absurd exit, scrambling over fences.... Home and gladly took off my horridly pinching boots—spent the evening sociably, reading Brother Jonathan and eating burnt almonds. In addition to school perplexities, the unfortunate tutor's serenity was sometimes disturbed by the s<
June, 1841 AD (search for this): chapter 4
IV: the young pedagogue Shortly before graduation, Wentworth Higginson began looking about for employment, and in June, 1841, was engaged by Mr. Samuel Weld, of Jamaica Plain, as assistant in his school for boys, at six hundred dollars per year. In August he wrote Parker, I succeeded in getting a good room [at Jamaica Plain] for $25 the year and board from $3 to $4 [per month]. Settled in this new room, he began at once another journal. He was at first in a quandary as to whom it should be dedicated to, but finally decided on three girl friends and added, Now to business. Homesickness assailed him at first, but after a few days he got rather more comfortable, reading The Flirt and those beautiful poetical passages in the Devil's Progress. Apparently the young pedagogue, as he calls himself, had no trouble in teaching the boys or making friends with them. He took them with him on his long rambles in search of flowers, and describes a tramp around Jamaica Pond in cloth boo
April, 1842 AD (search for this): chapter 4
n so regularly with neither passions nor feelings to interrupt them—I shall never be so, I fear—for every now and then comes something and upsets me. Either a cloud that will pursue me—or sunbeam that I must pursue . . . and I sometimes sigh to see that I do not become calmer as I grow older. Even at this early age he declared, My great intellectual difficulty has been having too many irons in the fire. This was a trouble with which he was destined to contend always. A month later, in April, 1842, about the time that his mother and sisters removed to Brattleboro, Vermont, Wentworth transferred his belongings to Brookline where he was to teach the three sons of Mr. Perkins. He took with him a quantity of books which were throughout life inseparable companions in his wanderings. In preparation for this new position he had purchased a new flash vest! and reports, Promenaded the [Boston] streets in my silk attire till 7. Again, Took a walk after church— my new pants perfect. ...
1843 AD (search for this): chapter 4
signs and in consequence had just passed the night in the police station. Mr. Perkins, whose three sons were under Wentworth's care, was absent part of the time, leaving the young tutor in charge, and then his duties included tending fires and pumping water. He never objected to manual labor, but wrote, I always love to do any work—digging paths or chopping wood. I think I should always like to do both for myself, and feel thus far at least independent of other's hands. In the spring of 1843, he was urged by his employer to stay another year, at a salary of $250 including board and lodging. In the letter which Mr. Perkins wrote about this project, he praised him highly, and said that his devotion to the boys was only equalled by theirs to him. But the young man could not be induced to remain longer and wrote:— Much as I am interested in the boys. . . and sorry as I shall be to part with them, my removal from the responsibility of their intellectual Education will be a very
1852 AD (search for this): chapter 4
s redolent of summer sounds, senses and images. But he never became reconciled to his work, and wrote in November: To Teaching I have an utter and entire aversion—I love children passionately and am able to attach them and to discipline them, but I am not fitted for an intellectual guide and I hate the office; and added I read the Theory of Teaching (which put me in despair). The school was often held out of doors, and one of the features was a course of talks to the boys on animals. In 1852, Higginson wrote to Harriet Prescott:— When I was of your age and had scholars like you,—or as you will,—I used to take them long walks and teach them to use their senses. We used sometimes to have school in a wood beside the house or in a great apple tree; and once on a rock in the wood there came to us a new scholar, a little weasel who glided among us with his slender sinuous body and glittering eyes, while we sat breathless to watch him. I fancy the boys will remember that little
Ellen H. Bigelow (search for this): chapter 4
ls, declaring that The only true free man is he who can live on a little. In after years, he called this stay the Maytime of his life, which he, however, qualified by adding, The present is not beautiful until overhung with the mosses and veiled in the shadows of the Past. . . . I think the free communion with Nature in past years has done much for my mental health. Those long afternoons in the woods with no care, no solicitude as to time and place, no companion but my tin box. . . . That Bigelow's Botany of mine is the most precious book I have—not a page of it but is redolent of summer sounds, senses and images. But he never became reconciled to his work, and wrote in November: To Teaching I have an utter and entire aversion—I love children passionately and am able to attach them and to discipline them, but I am not fitted for an intellectual guide and I hate the office; and added I read the Theory of Teaching (which put me in despair). The school was often held out of doors,
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