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dying,--if you only go on with entire faith in yourself. Faithfully and admiringly yours, J. R. Lowell. After the book was published in England, Mr. Ruskin wrote to Mrs. Stowe :-- Well, I have read the book now, and I think nothing can be nobler than the noble parts of it (Mary's great speech to Colonel Burr, for instance), nothing wiser than the wise parts of it (the author's parenthetical and under-breath remarks), nothing more delightful than the delightful parts (all that Virginie says and does), nothing more edged than the edged parts (Candace's sayings and doings, to wit); but I do not like the plan of the whole, because the simplicity of the minister seems to diminish the probability of Mary's reverence for him. I cannot fancy even so good a girl who would not have laughed at him. Nor can I fancy a man of real intellect reaching such a period of life without understanding his own feelings better, or penetrating those of another more quickly. Then I am provoked
Henry Vizetelly (search for this): chapter 11
ng statement regarding it-- The first edition printed in London was in April, 1852, by Henry Vizetelly, in a neat volume at ten and sixpence, of which he issued 7,000 copies. He received the firough the nominal agency of Clarke & Co. The 7,000 copies sold, other editions followed, and Mr. Vizetelly disposed of his interest in the book to the printer and agent, who joined with Mr. Beeton anGilpin, late of Bishopsgate Street. Being declined by Mr. Gilpin, Mr. Bogue offered it to Mr. Henry Vizetelly, and by the latter gentleman it was eventually purchased for us. Before printing it, however, as there was one night allowed for decision, one volume was taken home to be read by Mr. Vizetelly, and the other by Mr. Salisbury, the printer, of Bouverie Street. The report of the latter gent settled in my mind that it was a book that ought to, and might with safety, be printed. Mr. Vizetelly's opinion coincided with that of Mr. Salisbury, and to the latter gentleman it was confided
Henry Vizetelly (search for this): chapter 27
J. R. Lowell on, 327, 330; Mrs. Stowe rereads after war, 396; later books compared with, 409; H. W. Beecher's approval of, 476; new edition with introduction sent to George Eliot, 4S3; date of, 490; Whittier's mention of, in poem on seventieth birthday, 502; Holmes' tribute to, in poem on same occasion, 504. U. Upham, Mrs., kindness to H. B. S., 133; visit to, 324. V. Venice, 304. Victoria, Queen, H. B. S.'s interview with, 270; gives her picture to Geo. Peabody, 496. Vizetelly, Henry, first London publisher of Uncle Tom's Cabin, 189, 191. W. Wakefield, reading at, 495. Walnut Hills, picture of, 65; and old home revisited, 499. Waltham, audience inspires reader, 496. Washington, Mrs. Stowe visits soldier son at, 366. Washington on slavery, 141. Water cure, H. B. S. at, 113. We and our neighbors, date of, 491. Webster, Daniel, famous speech of, 143. Weld, Theodore D. in the anti-slavery movement, 81. Western travel, discomforts of, 498
's humor, pathos, clear moral sense, and quick eye for the scenery of life. We do not believe that there is any one who, by birth, breeding, and natural capacity, has had the opportunity to know New England so well as she, or who has the peculiar genius so to profit by the knowledge. Already there have been scenes in The Minister's Wooing that, In their lowness of tone and quiet truth, contrast as charmingly with the humid vagueness of the modern school of novel-writers as The Vicar of Wakefield itself, and we are greatly mistaken if it do not prove to be the most characteristic of Mrs. Stowe's works, and therefore that on which her fame will chiefly rest with posterity. The minister's Wooing was not completed as a serial till December, 1859. Long before its completion Mrs. Stowe received letters from many interested readers, who were as much concerned for the future of her spiritual children, as George Eliot would call them, as if they had been flesh and blood. The follow
November 13. Wakefield. I read in Haverhill last night. It was as usual stormy. I had a good audience, but not springy and inspiriting like that at Waltham. Some audiences seem to put spring into one, and some to take it out. This one seemed good but heavy. I had to lift them, while in Framingham and Waltham they lifted me. The Lord bless and keep you. It grieves me to think you are dull and I not with you. By and by we will be together and stay together. Good-by dear. Your ever loving wife, H. B. S.
ow, with the softest fur, a perfect bunch of loving-kindness, all purr and felicity. I had a good audience last evening, and enjoyed it. My audiences, considering the horse disease and the rains, are amazing. And how they do laugh! We get into regular gales. E. has the real country minister turn-out: horse and buggy, and such a nice horse too. The baby is a beauty, and giggles, and goos, and shouts inquiries with the rising inflection, in the most inspiring manner. November 13. Wakefield. I read in Haverhill last night. It was as usual stormy. I had a good audience, but not springy and inspiriting like that at Waltham. Some audiences seem to put spring into one, and some to take it out. This one seemed good but heavy. I had to lift them, while in Framingham and Waltham they lifted me. The Lord bless and keep you. It grieves me to think you are dull and I not with you. By and by we will be together and stay together. Good-by dear. Your ever loving wife, H. B.
ared with, 409; H. W. Beecher's approval of, 476; new edition with introduction sent to George Eliot, 4S3; date of, 490; Whittier's mention of, in poem on seventieth birthday, 502; Holmes' tribute to, in poem on same occasion, 504. U. Upham, Mrs., kindness to H. B. S., 133; visit to, 324. V. Venice, 304. Victoria, Queen, H. B. S.'s interview with, 270; gives her picture to Geo. Peabody, 496. Vizetelly, Henry, first London publisher of Uncle Tom's Cabin, 189, 191. W. Wakefield, reading at, 495. Walnut Hills, picture of, 65; and old home revisited, 499. Waltham, audience inspires reader, 496. Washington, Mrs. Stowe visits soldier son at, 366. Washington on slavery, 141. Water cure, H. B. S. at, 113. We and our neighbors, date of, 491. Webster, Daniel, famous speech of, 143. Weld, Theodore D. in the anti-slavery movement, 81. Western travel, discomforts of, 498. Whately, Archbishop, letter to H. B. S. from, 391. Whitney, A. D. T.,
cheerful old gentleman, who entered with hearty interest into the scene. A throng of friends accompanied us to the depot, while from Birmingham we had the pleasure of the company of Elihu Burritt, and enjoyed a delightful run to London, where we arrived towards evening. At the station-house in London we found the Rev. Messrs. Binney and Sherman waiting for us with carriages. C. went with Mr. Sherman, and Mr. S. and I soon found ourselves in a charming retreat called Rose Cottage, in Walworth, about which I will tell you more anon. Mrs. B. received us with every attention which the most thoughtful hospitality could suggest. One of the first things she said to me after we got into our room was, Oh, we are so glad you have come! for we are all going to the lord mayor's dinner to-night, and you are invited. So, though I was tired, I hurried to dress in all the glee of meeting an adventure. As soon as Mr. and Mrs. B. and the rest of the party were ready, crack went the whip, ro
of Argyll. Martin Farquhar Tupper. a memorable meeting at Stafford house. MacAULAYulay and Dean Milman. Windsor Castle. Professor Stowe returns to America. Mrs. Stowe on the continent. impressions of Paris. En route to Switzerland and Germany. back to England. Homeward bound. Rose Cottage, Walworth, London, May 2, 1856. My Dear,--This morning Mrs. Follen called and we had quite a chat. We are separated by the whole city. She lives at the West End, while I am down here in Walworth, which is one of the postscripts of London, for this place has as many postscripts as a lady's letter. This evening we dined with the Earl of Carlisle. There was no company but ourselves, for he, with great consideration, said in his note that he thought a little quiet would be the best thing he could offer. Lord Carlisle is a great friend to America, and so is his sister, the Duchess of Sutherland. He is the only English traveler who ever wrote notes on our country in a real spirit o
Henry Ward (search for this): chapter 3
Another little Harriet born three years before had died when only one month old, and the fourth daughter was named, in memory of this sister, Harriet Elizabeth Beecher. Just two years after Harriet was born, in the same month, another brother, Henry Ward, was welcomed to the family circle, and after him came Charles, the last of Roxanna Beecher's children. The first memorable incident of Harriet's life was the death of her mother, which occurred when she was four years old, and which ever a a very good scholar. At this time the child was five years old, and a regular attendant at Ma'am Kilbourne's school on West Street, to which she walked every day hand in hand with her chubby, rosy-faced, bare-footed, four-year-old brother, Henry Ward. With the ability to read ger minated the intense literary longing that was to be hers through life. In those days but few books were specially prepared for children, and at six years of age we find the little girl hungrily searching for men