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Joseph T. Buckingham (search for this): chapter 3
ken and held and loved into reformation or hope. Since the stern tragedy of city life began, it has seen no more efficient organization for relief, than when dear old Isaac Hopper and Mrs. Child took up their abode beneath one roof in New York. For a time she did no regular work in the cause of permanent literature,--though she edited an anti-slavery Almanac in 1843,--but she found an opening for her best eloquence in writing letters to the Boston Courier, then under the charge of Joseph T. Buckingham. This was the series of Letters from New York that afterwards became famous. They were the precursors of that modern school of newspaper correspondence in which women have so large a share, and which has something of the charm of women's private letters,--a style of writing where description preponderates over argument, and statistics make way for fancy and enthusiasm. Many have since followed in this path, and perhaps Mrs. Child's letters would not now be hailed as they then were
Roland (search for this): chapter 3
ity on their faces, and one feels an irresistible impulse to insert in their very curly hair the twisted papers employed in the game of Genteel lady, always Genteel, in the Girl's own book. The History of woman appeared in 1832, as one of a series projected by Carter & Hendee, of which Mrs. Child was to be the editor, but which was interrupted at the fifth volume by the failure of the publishers. She compiled for this the Biographies of good wives, the Memoirs of Madame De Stael and Madame Roland, those of Lady Russell and Madame Guion, and the two volumes of Woman. All these aimed at a popular, not a profound, treatment. She was, perhaps, too good a compiler, showing in such work the traits of her brother's mind, and carefully excluding all those airy flights and bold speculations which afterwards seemed her favorite element. The History of woman, for instance, was a mere assemblage of facts, beginning and ending abruptly, and with no glimpse of any leading thought or general
John Milton (search for this): chapter 3
n even Theodore Parker's. His sister had undoubtedly the superior mind of the two; but he who influenced others so much must have influenced her still more. A dear good sister has she been to me; would that I had been half as good a brother to her! This he wrote, in self-depreciation, long after. While he was fitting for college, a process which took but one year, she was his favorite companion, though more than six years younger. They read together, and she was constantly bringing him Milton and Shakespeare to explain. He sometimes mystified her,--as brothers will, in dealing with maidens nine years old,--and once told her that the raven down of darkness, which was made to smile, was but the fur of a black cat that sparkled when stroked; though it still perplexed her small brain. why fur should be called down. This bit of levy from the future Professor of Theology I find in the excellent sketch of Dr. Francis, by Rev. John Weiss, his successor,--a little book which gives a go
Anna Loring (search for this): chapter 3
ps her brain now and then, 'Tis-but richer for that when the tide ebbs again, As after old Nile has subsided, his plain Overflows with a second broad deluge of grain; What a wealth would it bring to the narrow and sour, Could they be as a Child but for one little hour! The two series of Letters appeared in 1843 and 1845, and went through seven or more editions. They were followed in 1846 by a collection of Tales, mostly reprinted, entitled Fact and fiction. The book was dedicated to Anna Loring, the child of my heart, and was a series of powerful and well-told narratives, some purely ideal, but mostly based upon the sins of great cities, especially those of man against woman. She might have sought more joyous themes, but none which at that time lay so near her heart. There was more sunshine in her next literary task, for, in 1852, she collected three small volumes of her stories from the Juvenile Miscellany, and elsewhere, under the title of Flowers for children. In 1853 s
James Otis (search for this): chapter 3
superfluous characters than to do anything else with them. It compared not unfavorably with Cooper's revolutionary novels, and had in one respect a remarkable success. It contained an imaginary sermon by 1Whitefield and an imaginary speech by James Otis. Both of these were soon transplanted into School readers and books of declamation, and the latter, at least, soon passed for a piece of genuine revolutionary eloquence. I remember learning it by heart, under that impression, and was really astonished, on recently reading The Rebels for the first time, to discover that the high-sounding periods which I had always attributed to Otis were really to be found in a young lady's romance. This book has a motto from Bryant, and is most respectfully inscribed to George Ticknor. The closing paragraph states with some terseness the author's modest anxieties-- Many will complain that I have dwelt too much on political. scenes, familiar to every one who reads our history; and others, on
Cooper (search for this): chapter 3
nder the title of Hobomok ; a tale of early times. By an American. In judging of this little book, it is to be remembered that it appeared in the very dawn of American literature. Irving had printed only his Sketch book and Bracebridge Hall; Cooper only Precaution, The Spy, The pioneers, and The Pilot; Miss Sedgwick only The New England tale, and possibly Redwood. This new production was the hasty work of a young woman of twenty-two, inspired by these few examples. When one thinks how litnd private events well combined, with something of that tendency to the over-tragic which is common with young authors, -it is so much easier to kill off superfluous characters than to do anything else with them. It compared not unfavorably with Cooper's revolutionary novels, and had in one respect a remarkable success. It contained an imaginary sermon by 1Whitefield and an imaginary speech by James Otis. Both of these were soon transplanted into School readers and books of declamation, and t
Martin Luther (search for this): chapter 3
professor in the Cambridge Theological School, he still remained faithful to the spirit of those days, never repressing free inquiry, but always rejoicing to encourage it. He was a man of rare attainments in a variety of directions, and though his great reading gave a desultory habit to his mind, and his thinking was not quite in proportion to his receptive power, he still was a most valuable instructor, as he was a most delightful friend. In face and figure he resembled the pictures of Martin Luther, and his habits and ways always seemed to me like those of some genial German professor. With the utmost frugality in other respects, he spent money almost profusely on books, and his library-part of which he bequeathed to Harvard College--was to me the most attractive I have ever seen,more so than even Theodore Parker's. His sister had undoubtedly the superior mind of the two; but he who influenced others so much must have influenced her still more. A dear good sister has she been t
Frances Wright (search for this): chapter 3
iry flights and bold speculations which afterwards seemed her favorite element. The History of woman, for instance, was a mere assemblage of facts, beginning and ending abruptly, and with no glimpse of any leading thought or general philosophy. It was, however, the first American storehouse of information upon that whole question, and no doubt helped the agitation along. Its author evidently looked with distrust, however, on that rising movement for the equality of the sexes, of which Frances Wright was then the rather formidable leader. The Biographies of good wives reached a fifth edition in the course of time, as did the History of woman. I have a vague, childish recollection of her next book, The coronal, published in 1833, which was of rather a fugitive description. The same year brought her to one of those bold steps which made successive eras in her literary life, the publication of her Appeal for that Class of Americans called Africans. The name was rather cumbrous,
James Brooks (search for this): chapter 3
lled down. This bit of levy from the future Professor of Theology I find in the excellent sketch of Dr. Francis, by Rev. John Weiss, his successor,--a little book which gives a good impression of the atmosphere in which the brother and sister were reared. Their earliest teacher was a maiden lady, named Elizabeth Francis,--but not a relative — and known universally as Ma'am Betty. She is described as a spinster of supernatural shyness, the never-forgotten calamity of whose life was that Dr. Brooks once saw her drinking water from the nose of her tea-kettle. She kept school in her bedroom; it was never tidy, and she chewed a great deal of tobacco; but the children were fond of her, and always carried her a Sunday dinner. Such simple kindnesses went forth often from that thrifty home. Mrs. Child once told me that always, on the night before Thanksgiving, all the humble friends of the household,--Ma'am Betty, the washer-woman, the berry-woman, the wood-sawyer, the journeymen-bakers,
Lydia Maria Francis (search for this): chapter 3
o strike out for herself new literary directions, and has combined the authorship of more than thirty books and pamphlets with a singular devotion both to public and private philanthropies, and with almost too exacting a faithfulness to the humblest domestic duties. Sero in coelum. May it be long before her full and final eulogy is written; but meanwhile it would be wrong to attempt even a sketch of her career without letting sympathy and love retain a large share in the service. Lydia Maria Francis was born at Medford, Mass., February 11th, 1802. Her ancestor, Richard Francis, came from England in 1636, and settled in Cambridge, where his tombstone may still be seen in the burial-ground. Her paternal grandfather, a weaver by trade, was in the Concord fight, and is said to have killed five of the enemy. Her father, Convers Francis, was a baker, first in West Cambridge, then in Medford, where he first introduced what are still called Medford crackers. He was a man of strong ch
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