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Karl Forster (search for this): chapter 24
charming evenings in your palace, above thirty years ago, when, with Carus and Forster, I listened to Tieck as he read, at each session, a canto of the Commedia, jusn reckoned from Homer's time down—has since passed away, and with it Tieck and Forster,—a fact not so remarkable, certainly, as that the three others still survive. nter of 1835-36, and never met anybody at them, except Tieck, Dr. Carus, and Karl Forster, though I believe other persons were occasionally there, especially the Mit-t, afterwards King Frederic. I think there are notices of them in the Life of Forster, 1846, where I am kindly remembered as meeting him at the Prince's, which I never did except on these occasions. Forster was an excellent Italian scholar, and translated, as early as 1807, from Dante. So was Carus, who made a plan of the Di not so exact in his Italian as they were, but was more genial and agreeable. Forster says of Mr. Ticknor, I see him often, and grow ever fonder of him, and admires
Don Jorge Bernal (search for this): chapter 24
from all of us. Tell me about them. Yours ever, Geo. Ticknor. Thinking over the matter of the moreno, and your question whether I knew any other case in which the color of the horse is put, in Spanish, for the horse himself, I turned to a poor ballad by Jacinto Polo de Medina, in the beginning of his third Academia. It is on the old subject of a game of cañas, and is (of course almost) intended as a compliment to the different persons who figure in it. The first who comes in is Don Jorge Bernal,— En un bayo, cabos negros, Que en una andaluza yegua Engendro el viento ec./quote> Another is Don Francisco de Berastegui, who encomienda Al viento un rucio, and later,— Ocupo Don Salvador Carillo (gloria suprema) Un alacvan que à los vientos A saber correr ensefia. Indeed, I have little doubt that the mere word for color was used in Spanish to indicate the horse, as often as we use sorrel, etc.; and I shall never forget how full half a century ago, in the Reit-bahn at Gottinge<
J. G. Cogswell (search for this): chapter 24
ill, that we can receive them with equal fervor. But as for manly kindness and honor, I think we can promise all that anybody will desire. Yours faithfully, Geo. Ticknor. To J. G. Cogswell, Esq. Brookline, September 7, 1869. my dear Cogswell,—. . . . We had a most agreeable visit from Mrs. Barton Formerly Miss Cora Livingston, daughter of Mrs. Edward Livingston. See Vol. I. pp. 350, 351. and you, and would gladly have had more of it. Indeed, we had more from her, for she came a. Mr. Minot, who is older than you are, gets up the hill every now and then; and the other day absolutely met here Judge Phillips, from Cambridge, who is quite as old as he is. So I do not despair. Practically, you are younger than I am. So is Cogswell; but he moves as little, almost, as I do. We all, from my wife down, send our love to you, and want to see you. We shall not any of us have such another winter to move about in,—hardly many days like to-day. Look out, therefore, for tomorrow
Charles Eliot Norton (search for this): chapter 24
ntiments, Your affectionate John. These letters closed this correspondence, and Mr. Ticknor's is the last, from his hand, that has come into the possession of his family. After Mr. Ticknor's death, King John wrote a letter of condolence, as warm, as simple, and sincere as any received at that time, and he afterwards went over the whole correspondence with great care, both his own and Mr. Ticknor's letters, with reference to the present memoir,—specified which of his own letters must be excluded from publication, and gave other directions which have been duly observed. A year after Mr. Ticknor's death, Mr. Charles Eliot Norton was received in a private audience by the King, in his cabinet, and before closing the interview his Majesty took him into a more private room,—where all the objects gave token of its being the scene of his secluded labors and retirement,—in order to show him an engraving of Mr. Ticknor hung there, desiring him to tell Mrs. Ticknor where he had place
Joseph Green Cogswell (search for this): chapter 24
strength will fairly enable me to write at one time. I will not, therefore, go on even to say a word, as I meant to, about the Oxford and Harvard Race, except to add, that we are surprised at the immense interest it excited; and that we can hardly hope, if your young men come here next year, as I hope they will, that we can receive them with equal fervor. But as for manly kindness and honor, I think we can promise all that anybody will desire. Yours faithfully, Geo. Ticknor. To J. G. Cogswell, Esq. Brookline, September 7, 1869. my dear Cogswell,—. . . . We had a most agreeable visit from Mrs. Barton Formerly Miss Cora Livingston, daughter of Mrs. Edward Livingston. See Vol. I. pp. 350, 351. and you, and would gladly have had more of it. Indeed, we had more from her, for she came again yesterday, and spent an hour or two more talking about the books. She is a charming woman, as she always was, and does not look nearly so old as I am obliged to remember that she must
Sheffield (search for this): chapter 24
g you a great deal more. I think I wrote to you last, just after we came to town in the late autumn; but whether I did or not, I want to hear from you again. If we had not, in the mean time, heard of Lady Head's recovery, I should have claimed a letter sooner. But we want to hear about all of you,—not forgetting yourself. We want to hear, too, about what you are doing in Parliament, and in politics. I do not half like the position of your affairs, and still less their promise. Your Sheffield troubles with their branches, and your Fenians everywhere look dark. The two movements come from different motives, and tend in different directions, but there is a common ground of radicalism and disorder, on which they can too easily coalesce. If you ever do have an upturning of society from its foundations in England, I have always believed that your revolution will be bloodier than the French. Your upper classes have a great deal more principle, character, and courage; and your lowe
Hon J. W. Strutt (search for this): chapter 24
one and what we are doing; and nobody can predict what we shall do. . . . . We have had some of your young countrymen here lately, who seem to look upon us as a political mine, that is to be wrought for the benefit of the rest of the world: Mr. Strutt,—son of Lord Rayleigh, —Lord Morley, Lord Amberley with his free-spoken wife, Lord Camperdown, Mr. Cowper, Mr. Hollond, and some others, with Miss Sulivan,—a niece of Lord Palmerston, an uncommonly lady-like, cultivated woman. They were all in my library one night together, and I have not seen so intellectual a set of young Englishmen in the United States since Lord Stanley, Denison, Labouchere, and Wharncliffe were here, five-and-twenty years ago. Strutt was senior wrangler at Cambridge a few years since; Morley was about as high at Oxford; and Cowper, Hollond, and Camperdown were evidently men who stood, or meant to stand, on the intellectual qualities . . . . Agassiz and his wife are just about to publish a book—only one volum
Maximilian (search for this): chapter 24
oth countries, when I was in Europe above fifty years ago, and it has never subsided since. In my country it is much the same. We are suffering from causes which go far back in our history, and which have been very active and formidable since the question of slavery began to be angrily discussed on political grounds, almost forty years ago. . . . But, notwithstanding our own troubles, the minds of men, all through the country, have been much shaken by the cruel and shameful death of Maximilian, in Mexico,—a prince so cultivated, so high-minded, so noble in his whole nature, that his murder seems to bring a disgrace on the age in which we live. I see that his works are about to be published, and I shall be anxious to read them, that I may better understand his history and character. . . . . When I look at this unsettled and uncertain condition of things everywhere, I sometimes think we live in a decaying civilization. It seems to me, in such dark moments, as if we are all gr
Francisco Berastegui (search for this): chapter 24
ion whether I knew any other case in which the color of the horse is put, in Spanish, for the horse himself, I turned to a poor ballad by Jacinto Polo de Medina, in the beginning of his third Academia. It is on the old subject of a game of cañas, and is (of course almost) intended as a compliment to the different persons who figure in it. The first who comes in is Don Jorge Bernal,— En un bayo, cabos negros, Que en una andaluza yegua Engendro el viento ec./quote> Another is Don Francisco de Berastegui, who encomienda Al viento un rucio, and later,— Ocupo Don Salvador Carillo (gloria suprema) Un alacvan que à los vientos A saber correr ensefia. Indeed, I have little doubt that the mere word for color was used in Spanish to indicate the horse, as often as we use sorrel, etc.; and I shall never forget how full half a century ago, in the Reit-bahn at Gottingen, I used to be delighted when the Stall-meister called out, Der Schimmel fur den Herrn Ticknor, because a gray horse was t<
William Smith (search for this): chapter 24
whatever else they choose to make out of the Roman aquae. I have been there twice, and thought the place detestable both times; winter and summer alike . . . . Thank you for your notices of the Club, and for the little printed sheet, which I suppose was intended for official convenience. What you told me about a similar document, prepared earlier by Dean Milman, made me send to him for it, and not long since I received from his kindness a copy of it, with his Mss. additions down to Dr. Wm. Smith, 1867. I keep all these as very curious matters. On running over the list, I was surprised to find that I had known so many of the members, and on examining it, in consequence, with more care, I find that I have had more or less correspondence with twenty-nine out of the one hundred and fifty-seven members, beginning with Sir Joseph Banks, who runs back to 1778; besides which I have met in society and talked with at least twenty-seven more; so that I have really known fifty-six of the
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