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to be gone. To avoid a possibility of fatigue we took three days to come to this place—a distance of only forty miles; and on our arrival here Mary was in excellent spirits and to all appearances very well. But alas! the same night she had a relapse which caused extreme debility, with a low fever, and nervous headache. This was on the 23d October. In a day or two she was better, and on the 27th worse again. After this she seemed to recover slowly, and sat up for a the first time on the 11th, though only for a short while. This continued for a day or two longer, till she felt well enough to sit up for nearly an hour. And then she was seized with a violent rheumatism, and again took to her bed from which she never more arose. During all this she was very patient, and generally cheerful, thoa at times her courage fainted and she thought that she should not recover,— wishing only that she could see her friends at home once more before she died. At such moments she loved to re
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uring all this she was very patient, and generally cheerful, thoa at times her courage fainted and she thought that she should not recover,— wishing only that she could see her friends at home once more before she died. At such moments she loved to repeat these lines [by Andrews Norton], which seemed to soothe her feelings:— Father! I thank thee! may no thought E'er deem thy chastisements severe. But may this heart, by sorrow taught, Calm each wild wish, each idle fear. On Sunday, the 22nd, all her pain had left her, and she said she had not felt so well during her sickness. On this day, too, we received a letter from Margaret, which gave her great pleasure, and renovated her spirits very much. But still from day to day she gained no strength. In this situation she continued during the whole week—perfectly calm, cheerful and without any pain. On Friday another letter came front Margaret, and she listened to it with greatest delight. A few minutes afterwards a letter from y<
June (search for this): chapter 10
. . His chances at popularity are diminishing. Twaddle will not pass long for wisdom. The active spirit of movement and progress finds in his works little that attracts sympathy. Christian Examiner , July, 1839, XXVI. 363-367. It is to be remembered in the same connection that Longfellow, in 1837, wrote to his friend, George W. Greene, of Jean Paul Richter, the most magnificent of the German prose writers, Life, i. 259. and it was chiefly on Richter that his prose style was formed. In June he left Heidelberg for the Tyrol and Switzerland, where the scene of Hyperion was laid. He called it quite a sad and lonely journey, but it afterwards led to results both in his personal and literary career. He sailed for home in October and established himself in Cambridge in December, 1836. The following letter to his wife's sister was written after his return. Cambridge, Sunday evening. my dear Eliza,—By tomorrow's steamboat I shall send you two trunks, containing the clothes whic
October (search for this): chapter 10
be remembered in the same connection that Longfellow, in 1837, wrote to his friend, George W. Greene, of Jean Paul Richter, the most magnificent of the German prose writers, Life, i. 259. and it was chiefly on Richter that his prose style was formed. In June he left Heidelberg for the Tyrol and Switzerland, where the scene of Hyperion was laid. He called it quite a sad and lonely journey, but it afterwards led to results both in his personal and literary career. He sailed for home in October and established himself in Cambridge in December, 1836. The following letter to his wife's sister was written after his return. Cambridge, Sunday evening. my dear Eliza,—By tomorrow's steamboat I shall send you two trunks, containing the clothes which once belonged to your sister. What I have suffered in getting them ready to send to you, I cannot describe. It is not necessary, that I should. Cheerful as I may have seemed to you at times, there are other times, when it seems to m
October 23rd (search for this): chapter 10
h of a child] and which has had this fatal termination. . . . In Amsterdam we remained three weeks; and Mary seemed to be quite restored and was anxious to be gone. To avoid a possibility of fatigue we took three days to come to this place—a distance of only forty miles; and on our arrival here Mary was in excellent spirits and to all appearances very well. But alas! the same night she had a relapse which caused extreme debility, with a low fever, and nervous headache. This was on the 23d October. In a day or two she was better, and on the 27th worse again. After this she seemed to recover slowly, and sat up for a the first time on the 11th, though only for a short while. This continued for a day or two longer, till she felt well enough to sit up for nearly an hour. And then she was seized with a violent rheumatism, and again took to her bed from which she never more arose. During all this she was very patient, and generally cheerful, thoa at times her courage fainted and
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Chapter 9: illness and death of Mrs. Longfellow This series of happy travelling narratives was suddenly interrupted by the following letters, now first printed, to the father of the young wife. Rotterdam, Dec. 1, 1835. my dear Sir,—I trust that my last letter to my father has in some measure prepared your mind for the melancholy intelligence which this will bring to you. Our beloved Mary is no more. She expired on Sunday morning, Nov. 29, without pain or suffering, either of body or mind, and with entire resignation to the will of her heavenly Father. Though her sickness was long, yet I could not bring myself to think it dangerous until near its close. Indeed, I did not abandon all hope of her recovery till within a very few hours of her dissolution, and to me the blow was so sudden, that I have hardly yet recovered energy enough to write you the particulars of this solemn and mournful event. When I think, however, upon the goodness and purity of her life, and the holy
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nd the hope of meeting her again hereafter, where there shall be no more sickness, nor sorrow, nor suffering, nor death. I feel, too, that she must be infinitely, oh, infinitely happier now than when with us on earth, and I say to myself,— Peace! peace! she is not dead, she does not sleep! She has awakened from the dream of life. With my most affectionate remembrance to Eliza and Margaret, and my warmest sympathies with you all, very truly yours, Henry W. Longfellow. On the 2d of December the young husband left Rotterdam for Heidelberg. There he spent the winter, like Paul Flemming of Hyperion, and buried himself in old dusty books. He met many men who interested him, Schlosser, Gervinus, and Mittermaier, and also Bryant, the poet, from his own country, whom he saw for the first time. An added sorrow came to hi in the death of his brother-in-law and dearest friend, George W. Pierce, He the young and strong, as he afterwards wrote in his Footsteps of Angels; but in acc
December 1st, 1835 AD (search for this): chapter 10
Chapter 9: illness and death of Mrs. Longfellow This series of happy travelling narratives was suddenly interrupted by the following letters, now first printed, to the father of the young wife. Rotterdam, Dec. 1, 1835. my dear Sir,—I trust that my last letter to my father has in some measure prepared your mind for the melancholy intelligence which this will bring to you. Our beloved Mary is no more. She expired on Sunday morning, Nov. 29, without pain or suffering, either of body or mind, and with entire resignation to the will of her heavenly Father. Though her sickness was long, yet I could not bring myself to think it dangerous until near its close. Indeed, I did not abandon all hope of her recovery till within a very few hours of her dissolution, and to me the blow was so sudden, that I have hardly yet recovered energy enough to write you the particulars of this solemn and mournful event. When I think, however, upon the goodness and purity of her life, and the holy
December, 1836 AD (search for this): chapter 10
ow, in 1837, wrote to his friend, George W. Greene, of Jean Paul Richter, the most magnificent of the German prose writers, Life, i. 259. and it was chiefly on Richter that his prose style was formed. In June he left Heidelberg for the Tyrol and Switzerland, where the scene of Hyperion was laid. He called it quite a sad and lonely journey, but it afterwards led to results both in his personal and literary career. He sailed for home in October and established himself in Cambridge in December, 1836. The following letter to his wife's sister was written after his return. Cambridge, Sunday evening. my dear Eliza,—By tomorrow's steamboat I shall send you two trunks, containing the clothes which once belonged to your sister. What I have suffered in getting them ready to send to you, I cannot describe. It is not necessary, that I should. Cheerful as I may have seemed to you at times, there are other times, when it seems to me that my heart would break. The world considers gr
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ronounced him far inferior to Voltaire, not in genius and industry only, but still more in morality. He says of him farther, He imitates, he reproduces, he does not create and he does not build up. . . . His chances at popularity are diminishing. Twaddle will not pass long for wisdom. The active spirit of movement and progress finds in his works little that attracts sympathy. Christian Examiner , July, 1839, XXVI. 363-367. It is to be remembered in the same connection that Longfellow, in 1837, wrote to his friend, George W. Greene, of Jean Paul Richter, the most magnificent of the German prose writers, Life, i. 259. and it was chiefly on Richter that his prose style was formed. In June he left Heidelberg for the Tyrol and Switzerland, where the scene of Hyperion was laid. He called it quite a sad and lonely journey, but it afterwards led to results both in his personal and literary career. He sailed for home in October and established himself in Cambridge in December, 1836.
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