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P. B. Shelley (search for this): chapter 19
orm of an almost excessive humility. It would be easy to illustrate all this at great length from her unpublished papers. The most presumptuous passage about herself that I have been able to find is this, which bears no date. In speaking of Shelley's Defense of Poesie, just read, she expresses her joy at finding that he had taken the matter up very much from the point of view she had been presenting in her conversations. At least, she says, I have all the great thoughts, and whatever the world may say, I shall be well received in the Elysian fields. Fuller Mss. i. 588. Yet this follows close upon a passage expressing her admiration of Shelley's prose style and her utter despair of ever being able to write like him; she can only console herself by thinking that in conversation, at least, she had met him on his own ground. Soon after follow, again and again, passages like these, written at different times:-- I feel within myself an immense power, but I cannot bring it out
Augusta (search for this): chapter 19
my hand is often languid and my heart is slow;--I must be gone, I feel, but whither? I know not: if I cannot make this plot of ground yield corn and roses, famine must be my lot forever and forever, surely. Ms. (W. H. C.) In accordance with this thought, she felt that this country must create, as it has now done, its own methods of popular education, especially for the training of girls. She wrote in her Summer on the Lakes: -- Methods copied from the education of some English Lady Augusta are as ill suited to the daughter of an Illinois farmer as satin shoes to climb the Indian mounds... Everywhere the fatal spirit of imitation, of reference to European standards, penetrates and threatens to blight whatever of original growth might adorn the soil. Summer on the Lakes, p. 47. Had this protest come from an ignorant per. son, it would have simply amounted to turning one's back on all the experience of the elder world. Coming from the most cultivated American woman of he
Jean Paul (search for this): chapter 19
ys longs to work as well as meditate, to deal with the many, not the few, to feel herself in action. This made it the best thing in her Providence life to have attended the Whig caucus, and made her think, on board the French war-vessel, that she would like to command it; this made her delight in studying Western character; this led her to New York, where the matter — of-fact influence of Horace Greeley simply confirmed what had been so long growing. Like the noble youth in her favorite Jean Paul's Titan, she longed for an enterprise for her idle valor. She says in her fragment of autobiographical romance:-- I steadily loved this [Roman] ideal in my childhood, and this is the cause, probably, why I have always felt that man must know how to stand firm on the ground before he can fly. In vain for me are men more, if they are less, than Romans. Again and again she comes back in her correspondence to this theme, as when she writes to W. H. Channing (March 22, 1840):-- I
Anaxagoras (search for this): chapter 19
lucking ears of corn on the Sabbath day. Ms. (W. H. C.) Again, after a day in the woods with Emerson's Nature, --reading it through for the first time to herself, Mr. Emerson himself having originally read it aloud to her,--she thus writes to him (April 12, 1840):-- The years do not pass in vain. If they have built no temple on the earth, they have given a nearer view of the city of God. Yet would I rather, were the choice tendered to me, draw the lot of Pericles than that of Anaxagoras. And if such great names do not fit the occasion, I would delight more in thought-living than in living thought. That is not a good way of expressing it either, but I must correct the press another time. Ms. This feeling led her to criticise more than once, as we have seen, her friend's half cloistered life at Concord. Describing in one of her letters some speech which called for action, perhaps Kossuth's, she says:-- Read these side by side with Waldo's paragraphs and say, is
Lloyd (search for this): chapter 19
earing burdens for others, but she was haunted, as many other strong natures have been, by the spirit of Emerson's couplet,-- He who feeds men serveth few, He serves all who dares be true. She demanded to serve all. When ill-health, domestic care, unsatisfied longings after life and action combined to depress her, she found, as so many others have found, that even self-devotion was only a palliative. She writes in her diary:-- I went to walk with Richard, then sang psalm tunes with Lloyd, then wrote to Aunt Mary. When I have not joyous energy in myself, I can do these little things for others; very many of my attentions are of this spurious sort; they are my consolations; the givers [of gratitude] who thank me are deceived. But what can I do? I cannot always upbear my life all alone. The heart sinks and then I must help it by persuasions that it is better for others I should be here and theirs. It is mere palliative, I know. In earliest days how many night-hours have
John Adams (search for this): chapter 19
ographers elevate these heights and depths into too great importance and find the table-lands of life uninteresting. There never was a year of Margaret Fuller's life, after her precocious maturity, when the greater part of it was not given to daily, practical, commonsense labor, and this usually for other people. All periods have their fashions. It does not mar our impression of the admirable capacity and self-devotion of Abigail Adams that she signed her early letters to her husband, John Adams, as Portia. It was the fashion of the time; and when Margaret Fuller afterwards tried to write out her imaginative and mystical side under the name of Leila, it belonged to that period also; a period when German romance was just beginning to be translated, and Oriental poetry to be read. These were her dreams, her idealities; but when it was a question how to provide schoolbooks and an overcoat for her little brother, no other of ten children ever set about the business with less of haz
Howells (search for this): chapter 19
this is said after reading many hundred pages of her letters and journals. They are clearly written, in a hand quite peculiar, not a little formal, and as it were jointed rather than flowing, and not greatly varying throughout her whole life. She is always clear in style where she takes pains to be clear, is even business-like where she aims at that, and knows how to make herself emphatic without the aid of underscoring; indeed she abstains from this to an extent which would quite amaze Mr. Howells. To be sure, she was not at all one of those charming, helpless, inconsequent creatures whom he so exquisitely depicts; she demanded a great deal from life, but generally knew what she wanted, stated it effectively, and at last obtained it. It was indeed fortunate for her younger brothers and sisters that she was of this constitution. She lived at a time when life in America was hard for all literary people, from the absence of remuneration, the small supply of books, the habit of jealo
Edgar Poe (search for this): chapter 19
Chapter 19: personal traits. That woman of genius, Mrs. Sarah Helen Whitman of Providence,--best known to the world as having been the betrothed of Edgar Poe, -wrote once, in the Providence journal, a description of a scene where the brilliant and audacious John Neal gave a parlor lecture on Phrenology, then at its high-tide of prominence; and illustrated it by Margaret Fuller's head. The occasion is thus described:-- Among the topics of the evening, phrenology was introduced, and Mr. Neal expressed a wish to give what might be termed a topical illustration of his favorite theory. Miss Fuller slowly uncoiled the.heavy folds of her light brown hair and submitted her haughty head to his sentient fingers. The masterly analysis which he made of her character, its complexities and contradictions, its heights and its depths, its nobilities and its frailties, was strangely lucid and impressive, and helped one who knew her well to a more tender and sympathetic appreciation of he
English (search for this): chapter 19
aith, yet my hand is often languid and my heart is slow;--I must be gone, I feel, but whither? I know not: if I cannot make this plot of ground yield corn and roses, famine must be my lot forever and forever, surely. Ms. (W. H. C.) In accordance with this thought, she felt that this country must create, as it has now done, its own methods of popular education, especially for the training of girls. She wrote in her Summer on the Lakes: -- Methods copied from the education of some English Lady Augusta are as ill suited to the daughter of an Illinois farmer as satin shoes to climb the Indian mounds... Everywhere the fatal spirit of imitation, of reference to European standards, penetrates and threatens to blight whatever of original growth might adorn the soil. Summer on the Lakes, p. 47. Had this protest come from an ignorant per. son, it would have simply amounted to turning one's back on all the experience of the elder world. Coming from the most cultivated American
Jesus Christ (search for this): chapter 19
in her correspondence to this theme, as when she writes to W. H. Channing (March 22, 1840):-- I never in life have had the happy feeling of really doing anything. I can only console myself for these semblances of actions by seeing that others seem to be in some degree aided by them. But oh! really to feel the glow of action, without its weariness, what heaven it must be! Ms. Again she writes to the same friend, contrasting the meditative life of Socrates and the active life of Jesus Christ:-- Cambridge, June 17, 1842. In my quiet retreat I read Xenophon and became more acquainted with his Socrates. I had before known only the Socrates of Plato, one much more to my mind. Socrates took the ground that you approve; he conformed to the Greek Church, and it is evident with a sincere reverence, because it was the growth of the national mind. He thought best to stand on its platform, and illustrate, though with keen truth, by received forms: this was his right way, for his
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