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Mexico (Mexico) (search for this): chapter 13
holly characteristic of its author that I sprang from my seat, exclaiming Aut Caesar Aut nullus; Edward Hale or nobody. This is the story on which the late eminent critic, Wendell P. Garrison, of the Nation, once wrote (April 17, 1902), There are some who look upon it as the primer of Jingoism, and he wrote to me ten years earlier, February 19, 1892, What will last of Hale, I apprehend, will be the phrase A man without a country, and perhaps the immoral doctrine taught in it which leads to Mexican and Chilean wars-- My country, right or wrong. Be this as it may, there is no doubt that on this field Hale's permanent literary fame was won. It hangs to that as securely as does the memory of Dr. Holmes to his Chambered Nautilus. It is the exiled hero of this story who gives that striking bit of advice to boys: And if you are ever tempted to say a word or do a thing that shall put a bar between you and your family, your home and your country, pray God in his mercy to take you that in
Washington (United States) (search for this): chapter 13
. Asa Gray said to me It is great fun to be 70 years old. You do not have to know everything! I see that you can write intelligibly. I wish I could — But I cannot run a Typewriter more than a Sewing-Machine. Will the next generation learn to write — any more than learn the alphabet? With Love to all yours Truly & always E. E. Hale. This next letter was called out by the death of Major-General Rufus Saxton, distinguished for his first arming of the freed slaves-- Washington, D. C., Feb. 29, 1908. Dear Higginson,--I have been reading with the greatest interest your article on Gen. Saxton. It has reminded me of an incident here — the time of which I cannot place. But I think you can; -and if you can I wish you would write & tell me when it happened — and perhaps what came of it. I was coming up in a street [car] when Charles Sumner came in & took a seat opposite me — The car was not crowded. Every one knew him, and he really addressed the whole ca
Massachusetts (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 13
luence, the celebrated statesman and orator whose name he bore, and who was his mother's brother. My own recollections of him begin quite early. Nearly two years younger than he, I was, like him, the youngest of my Harvard class, which was two years later than his. My college remembrances of him are vivid and characteristic. Living outside of the college yard, I was sometimes very nearly late for morning prayers; and more than once on such occasions, as I passed beneath the walls of Massachusetts Hall, then a dormitory, there would spring from the doorway a tall, slim young student who had, according to current report among the freshmen, sprung out of bed almost at the last stroke of the bell, thrown his clothes over the stairway, and jumped into them on the way down. This was Edward Everett Hale; and this early vision was brought to my mind not infrequently in later life by his way of doing maturer things. The same qualities which marked his personal appearance marked his c
North Carolina (North Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 13
desired; for they justly considered him one of the few men qualified to fill that position heartily, through his powerful voice, ready sympathy, and boundless willingness to make himself useful in every direction. A very characteristic side of the man might always be seen in his letters. The following was written in his own hurried handwriting in recognition of his seventy-seventh birthday :-- April 8, 1899. Dear Higginson,--Thanks for your card. It awaited me on my return from North Carolina last night. Three score & ten as you know, has many advantages,--and as yet, I find no drawbacks. Asa Gray said to me It is great fun to be 70 years old. You do not have to know everything! I see that you can write intelligibly. I wish I could — But I cannot run a Typewriter more than a Sewing-Machine. Will the next generation learn to write — any more than learn the alphabet? With Love to all yours Truly & always E. E. Hale. This next letter was called out by t
Worcester (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 13
he description of the Descent of Neptune (Iliad, Book Xiii), and was preserved in Hale's handwriting by his friend Samuel Longfellow, with whom I edited the book Thalatta, --a collection of sea poems. His classmate, Hale, had given it to him when first written, and then had forgotten all about it. Had it not been printed by us there, it might, sooner or later, have found its way into that still unpublished magazine which Hale and I planned together, when we lived near each other in Worcester, Massachusetts,--a periodical which was to have been called the Unfortunates' magazine, and was to contain all the prose and verse sent to us by neighbors or strangers with request to get it published. I remember that we made out a title-page between us, with a table of contents, all genuine, for the imaginary first number. Such a book was to some extent made real in Thalatta, and the following is Hale's brilliant Homeric translation:-- The descent of Neptune There sat he high retired from th
Roxbury, Mass. (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 13
s was in August, 1862.] It may be well enough to end these extracts from his correspondence with one of those bits of pure nonsense in which his impetuous nature delighted. This was on occasion of his joining the Boston Authors' Club:-- Roxbury, Mass., April 10, 1903. Dear Higginson,--One sometimes does what there is no need of doing. What we call here a Duke of Northumberland day is a day when one does what he darn chooses to do, without reference to the obligations of the social ordees, but its prevailing note was Love. If the rushing stream sometimes broke down the barriers of safety, it proved more often a fertilizing Nile than a dangerous Mississippi. Followed and imitated by multitudes, justly beloved for his warmth of heart and readiness of hand, he had a happy and busy life, sure to win gratitude and affection when it ended, as it did at Roxbury on June 10, 1909. The children and the aged loved him almost to worshiping, and is there, after all, a better test?
Breed's Hill (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 13
sibly associate with him was a sketch in a newspaper bearing the somewhat meaningless title The last shake, suggested by watching the withdrawal of the last man with a hand-cart who was ever allowed to shake carpets on Boston Common. He was, no doubt, a dusty and forlorn figure enough. But to Hale's ready imagination he stood for a whole epoch of history, for the long procession of carpet-shakers who were doing their duty there when Percy marched to Lexington, or when the cannonade from Breed's Hill was in the air. Summer and winter had come and gone, sons had succeeded their fathers at their work, and the beating of the carpets had gone on, undrowned by the rising city's roar. At last the more fastidious aldermen rebelled, the last shake was given, and Edward Everett Hale wrote its elegy. I suppose I kept the little newspaper cutting on my desk for five years, as a model of what wit and sympathy could extract from the humblest theme. Another stroke was of quite a different char
O. W. Holmes (search for this): chapter 13
n, once wrote (April 17, 1902), There are some who look upon it as the primer of Jingoism, and he wrote to me ten years earlier, February 19, 1892, What will last of Hale, I apprehend, will be the phrase A man without a country, and perhaps the immoral doctrine taught in it which leads to Mexican and Chilean wars-- My country, right or wrong. Be this as it may, there is no doubt that on this field Hale's permanent literary fame was won. It hangs to that as securely as does the memory of Dr. Holmes to his Chambered Nautilus. It is the exiled hero of this story who gives that striking bit of advice to boys: And if you are ever tempted to say a word or do a thing that shall put a bar between you and your family, your home and your country, pray God in his mercy to take you that instant home to his own heaven! President James Walker, always the keenest of observers, once said of Hale that he took sides upon every question while it was being stated. This doubtless came, in part at
Beecher (search for this): chapter 13
ept him young to the end of his days. When the Reverend Edward Cummings came to Dr. Hale's assistance in the South Congregational Church, he was surprised to find practically no young people in the parish, and still more surprised to know that their pastor was ignorant of the fact. These parishioners were all young when Dr. Hale took them in charge, and to him they had always remained so, for he had invested them with his own fresh and undying spirit. Probably no man in America, except Beecher, aroused and stimulated quite so many minds as Hale, and his personal popularity was unbounded. He had strokes of genius, sometimes with unsatisfying results; yet failures never stood in his way, but seemed to drop from his memory in a few hours. An unsurpassable model in most respects, there were limitations which made him in some minor ways a less trustworthy example. Such and so curiously composed was Edward Everett Hale. He was the second son of a large family of sons and daughters
Rufus Saxton (search for this): chapter 13
not run a Typewriter more than a Sewing-Machine. Will the next generation learn to write — any more than learn the alphabet? With Love to all yours Truly & always E. E. Hale. This next letter was called out by the death of Major-General Rufus Saxton, distinguished for his first arming of the freed slaves-- Washington, D. C., Feb. 29, 1908. Dear Higginson,--I have been reading with the greatest interest your article on Gen. Saxton. It has reminded me of an incident here — thGen. Saxton. It has reminded me of an incident here — the time of which I cannot place. But I think you can; -and if you can I wish you would write & tell me when it happened — and perhaps what came of it. I was coming up in a street [car] when Charles Sumner came in & took a seat opposite me — The car was not crowded. Every one knew him, and he really addressed the whole car — though he affected to speak to me. But he meant to have every one hear-& they did. He said substantially this,-- The most important order since the war began
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