hide Sorting

You can sort these results in two ways:

By entity
Chronological order for dates, alphabetical order for places and people.
By position (current method)
As the entities appear in the document.

You are currently sorting in descending order. Sort in ascending order.

hide Most Frequent Entities

The entities that appear most frequently in this document are shown below.

Entity Max. Freq Min. Freq
George Ticknor 654 2 Browse Search
United States (United States) 236 0 Browse Search
Department de Ville de Paris (France) 212 0 Browse Search
France (France) 182 0 Browse Search
William H. Prescott 159 3 Browse Search
Edmund Head 136 56 Browse Search
Charles Lyell 113 21 Browse Search
Edward Everett 92 10 Browse Search
Austria (Austria) 90 0 Browse Search
Saxony (Saxony, Germany) 88 0 Browse Search
View all entities in this document...

Browsing named entities in George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard).

Found 11,707 total hits in 5,062 results.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 ...
M. Von Hammer (search for this): chapter 1
much grander and finer. . . . . June 23.—In the evening we drove out to Mr. Von Hammer's, at Dobling, Baron von Hammer-Purgstall. where he has a country-house Baron von Hammer-Purgstall. where he has a country-house about four or five English miles from Vienna. I had a letter to him, and he came to see me the other day; a very lively, prompt, frank gentleman, of sixty-two years,turn from the walk we found a considerable party, perhaps thirty persons. Mrs. Von Hammer and her daughter presided at the tea-tables in the court, al fresco . . . re again, both of them chained to their oars. June 28.—I made a visit to Mr. Von Hammer in his town-house this morning, where I saw his curious and valuable librarr was so indiscreet as to announce it, in some way publicly, as the work of Mr. Von Hammer, in consequence of which he hastened back to Vienna, avowed himself as the But it was plain, in an instant, that he did not mean to have a visit from Mr. Von Hammer. Nothing could be more condescending than he was, nothing more kind; but i
Baroness Purgstall (search for this): chapter 1
though it is nowhere more beautiful and nowhere so well kept as the Grosse Garten, near Dresden, it is, by its extent, much grander and finer. . . . . June 23.—In the evening we drove out to Mr. Von Hammer's, at Dobling, Baron von Hammer-Purgstall. where he has a country-house about four or five English miles from Vienna. I had a letter to him, and he came to see me the other day; a very lively, prompt, frank gentleman, of sixty-two years, talking English very well, French and Italian, loss Hainfeld, or a Winter in Styria. The Baroness Purgstall was a native of Scotland, and appears in Lockhart's Life of Scott, under her maiden name, as Miss Cranstoun. Von Hammer, who inherited a portion of her estate, and added the name of Purgstall to his own, published an answer to Captain Hall's work. . . . . I visited, too, Kaltenbaeck, the editor of the Austrian periodical for History and Statistics. He was immersed in papers and books, and complained bitterly of the trouble given
Ferdinand Wolf (search for this): chapter 1
, French, Italian, and German. The persons to whom I talked with most pleasure were Kaltenbaeck, the editor of the Austrian Periodical for History and Statistics; Wolf, one of the librarians of the Imperial Library; Ferdinand Wolf, learned in Spanish literature, became one of Mr. Ticknor's literary correspondents. and Count AuFerdinand Wolf, learned in Spanish literature, became one of Mr. Ticknor's literary correspondents. and Count Auersperg, a gentleman of an old Austrian family, who has distinguished himself as a poet, and got into trouble lately as a liberal poet. It was such a sort of conversazione in the open air as belongs rather to Italy than to Germany; it was all over before ten o'clock. . . . . June 24.—After a visit to Baron Lerchenfeld, this morning, I passed two or three hours in the Imperial Library, with Wolf, in looking over . . . . the old Spanish books. He is a great amateur in this department, and I found much to interest and occupy me, though almost nothing of value that was quite new. The most curious parts were out of the collection of an old archbishop of th
Auersperg (search for this): chapter 1
Library; Ferdinand Wolf, learned in Spanish literature, became one of Mr. Ticknor's literary correspondents. and Count Auersperg, a gentleman of an old Austrian family, who has distinguished himself as a poet, and got into trouble lately as a li entirely from circulation. He gave me a copy of it, but I have not had time to look for the obnoxious passages. Count Auersperg, one of the best of their poets, who seems to be about thirty-five years old, published, about seven years ago, a vo however, who has very little respect for anything poetical, took no heed of Von Hammer's recommendation. Meantime, Count Auersperg went on, printing books that could not be published in Austria, and among the rest sundry attacks on Metternich himsn Hammer has received no answer, and will probably receive none; the object of the whole being to control and alarm Count Auersperg, as Von Hammer thinks, who told me the entire story. What Prince Metternich—who is a wise statesman—can hope to d
Mad Humboldt (search for this): chapter 1
, he fastened his eyes upon me, and hardly took them off for an instant while I remained. He asked me how I had left M. de Humboldt, said that M. de Humboldt spoke of me as an old friend, but that he thought he had the advantage of me there, as he M. de Humboldt spoke of me as an old friend, but that he thought he had the advantage of me there, as he had known M. de Humboldt for three-and-thirty years, which by my looks could hardly be my case, etc., etc. He then inquired by what road I had come to Vienna, and on my telling him that it was by way of Prague, he did what everybody had told me he woM. de Humboldt for three-and-thirty years, which by my looks could hardly be my case, etc., etc. He then inquired by what road I had come to Vienna, and on my telling him that it was by way of Prague, he did what everybody had told me he would do, took a subject and talked consecutively about it. The subject he chose was Bohemia. He said no part of Europe had gained more in the course of the last twenty years than Bohemia; that good roads had been built all over the country, the comfoof the last yearns clouds. I take him to be the most consummate statesman of his sort that our time has produced. Baron Humboldt wrote to Mr. Ticknor from Sans Souci, September 8, 1837: Le Prince Metternich, que j'ai vu à Teplitz, a éte ravi des
J. Strauss (search for this): chapter 1
ngregation had Hebrew books in their hands; the priest, dressed in black robes and a black cap, sang in Hebrew, and had one of the finest and richest voices I ever heard, which poured forth the Hebrew vowels in the grandest melody, to which the choir and congregation responded. There was something very picturesque in the whole, though, of course, everything was unintelligible to us. After listening to it, therefore, a little while, we drove to a public garden in one of the suburbs, where Strauss—whose waltzes are danced alike in Calcutta, Boston, and Vienna—plays two evenings in the week, to the great delight of the multitudes who go to hear him and his perfectly drilled band. It was a beautifully warm, still, moonlight evening; and when we reached the garden, which was brilliantly lighted, we found about four hundred people, chiefly seated at small tables under the trees, taking supper or some other refreshment, and listening to the music. It was extremely pretty, and the whole
Hardegg (search for this): chapter 1
needle for occupation. Her reception of me was not at all courtly, but very kind. She said her husband had told her I was coming, and that she had expected me both the preceding evenings; asked me about Boston, the United States, etc., etc.; said she did not like liberals in Europe, but that it was another thing in America, where the government was democratic, and it was a man's duty to be liberal; and so on, and so on. Other persons came in, and I was presented to the Minister at War, Count Hardegg; the Minister of Police; Bodenhausen, the Minister from Hanover; Steuber, the Minister from Hesse Cassel; and some others whose names I did not catch. I found there, too, Count Bombelles, whom I had known in 1818, as Austrian Charge d'affaires at Lisbon, See Vol. I. pp. 246, 247. and who is now a great man in a very agreeable office here, that of governor of the young archdukes, who are the heirs presumptive, as the Emperor has no children; a sinecure office thus far, since the el
Henri Bombelles (search for this): chapter 1
anover; Steuber, the Minister from Hesse Cassel; and some others whose names I did not catch. I found there, too, Count Bombelles, whom I had known in 1818, as Austrian Charge d'affaires at Lisbon, See Vol. I. pp. 246, 247. and who is now a gnd another lady. There were twenty or thirty persons present, including the Minister at War, Count Dietrichstein, Count Bombelles, etc. The Prince was truly courteous and attentive to his guests, but his very dignified bearing towards them annound, and found he had been so civil as to ask chiefly such persons as he knew to be my acquaintance in Vienna,—Jarcke; Count Bombelles; Von Hammer; Count Dietrichstein, who was the Governor of the Duke of Reichstadt, and is now the principal officer la de Sevilla; the Minister of War; and some others whom I did not know. I talked chiefly with Count Dietrichstein, Count Bombelles, and Baron Zedlitz, and had a very agreeable time. In the evening I drove out to Von Hammer's, who held this even
Cranstoun (search for this): chapter 1
and all other vermin. He talked to me a great deal about Captain Basil Hall, with whom he has a grievous quarrel This quarrel arose from the conduct of Captain Hall, during a visit to the Baroness Purgstall, an aged relative of Von Hammer,—by marriage,—who lived in Styria; and his account of her domestic life in a book entitled Schloss Hainfeld, or a Winter in Styria. The Baroness Purgstall was a native of Scotland, and appears in Lockhart's Life of Scott, under her maiden name, as Miss Cranstoun. Von Hammer, who inherited a portion of her estate, and added the name of Purgstall to his own, published an answer to Captain Hall's work. . . . . I visited, too, Kaltenbaeck, the editor of the Austrian periodical for History and Statistics. He was immersed in papers and books, and complained bitterly of the trouble given him by the merely mechanical restraints imposed by the censorship, which take up, it seems, a great deal of his time to no purpose, as he is careful never to prin
Franz Grillparzer (search for this): chapter 1
rt of the system of things in Austria than it ever was anywhere else, I have been curious to inquire into it and understand it a little. Great complaints are made of delay. Kaltenbaeck said to-day, it is often intolerable. On one occasion Grillparzer, the best of their dramatic poets,—who, I am sorry to find, is absent from Vienna on a journey,—presented a piece to the censors, and got no answer for so long a time that he was vexed, and would write no more. One day the last Emperor asked Grillparzer why they had had nothing new from him for so long a time, and the poet had the good sense to tell him the truth. The Emperor replied, Well, send me the manuscript, and I will read it. He did so, and the piece was ordered to be represented. But he seldom thus interfered. I remember in Dresden, Forbes, who was Charge in Vienna for some time, and who is perfectly good authority for a story of the sort, told me that the Emperor went one night to see a new piece which pleased him ver
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 ...