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Harper's Encyclopedia of United States History (ed. Benson Lossing), White Mountains, (search)
White Mountains, In New Hampshire, covering 1,300 square miles in several short ranges. In the Presidential range tower the peaks of Mounts Washington, 6,286 feet; Adams, 5,819; Jefferson, 5,736; Madison, 5,381; Monroe, 5,396; Jackson, and others. They were called Waumbek Methna by the Indians, a name adopted by Whittier in his ballad of Mary Garvin: From the heart of Waumbek Methna. From the lake that never fails, Falls the Saco in the green lap Of Conway's intervales. Mount Washington has a carriage-road ascending its rocky slope to the summit. The first cog-rail mountain railway in the world was built to the summit in 1868-69, rising 3,730 feet in less than 3 miles, the steepest grade being 13 1/2 inches in a yard.
Harper's Encyclopedia of United States History (ed. Benson Lossing), Whittemore, Amos 1759-1828 (search)
Whittemore, Amos 1759-1828 Inventor; born in Cambridge, Mass., April 19, 1759; reared a farmer; became a gunsmith; and then, with his brother, a manufacturer of cotton and wool-cards, or card-cloth. He claimed to have invented a machine for puncturing the leather and setting the wires, which was patented in 1797. Before that time the work had been performed slowly by hand. The establishment of spinning machinery in New England (see Slater, Samuel) had made the business of card-making profitable, and so useful was Whittemore's machine that the patent was sold for $150,000. His brother Samuel afterwards repurchased it and carried on the business of making card-cloth. Amos died in West Cambridge, March 27, 1828. Whittier, John Greenleaf
Harper's Encyclopedia of United States History (ed. Benson Lossing), Whittier, John Greenleaf 1807-1892 (search)
Whittier, John Greenleaf 1807-1892 Poet; born in Haverhill, Mass., Dec. 17, 1807. His parents lavery paper published at Washington, D. C. Mr. Whittier was a thoroughly American poet, and most ofe Centennial hymn. The following hymn by Mr. Whittier was sung at the opening of the Centennial Eer mould, Let the new cycle shame the old! Whittier was pre-eminently the poet of the anti-slaverhe subject of some burning poem from his pen. Whittier's prose writings against slavery were also nu their sentiments and objects. The life of Whittier, by Samuel T. Pickard, is especially full, tohe Anti-slavery convention of 1833. By John G. Whittier. Written in 1874. Copyright, 1888, by JJohn Greenleaf Whittier. Reprinted by permission from Whittier's Prose Works, published by HoughtWhittier's Prose Works, published by Houghton, Mifflin & Co. In the gray twilight of a chill day of late November, forty years ago, a dearand I am, very cordially, thy friend, John G. Whittier. Anti-slavery anniversary. Read at[1 more...]
Archibald H. Grimke, William Lloyd Garrison the Abolitionist, Chapter 1: the father of the man. (search)
ty, and so gave it a place in my journal. . . . As I was anxious to find out the writer, my post-rider, one day, divulged the secret, stating that he had dropped the letter in the manner described, and that it was written by a Quaker lad, named Whittier, who was daily at work on the shoemaker's bench, with hammer and lapstone, at East Haverhill. Jumping into a vehicle, I lost no time in driving to see the youthful rustic bard, who came into the room with shrinking diffidence, almost unable to rticularly to his parents, and urged them with great earnestness to grant him every possible facility for the development of his remarkable genius. Garrison had not only found a true poet, but a true friend as well, in the Quaker lad, John Greenleaf Whittier. The friendship which sprang up between the two was to last during the lifetime of the former. Neither of them in those days of small things could have possibly by any flight of the imagination foreseen how their two lives, moving in p
Archibald H. Grimke, William Lloyd Garrison the Abolitionist, Chapter 9: agitation and repression. (search)
es by the society in Rhode Island. He forthwith bethought him of Whittier on his farm in Haverhill, and enjoined his old friend to fail not he cash he needed was generously supplied by Samuel E. Sewall, and Whittier went as a delegate to the convention after all. The disposition on This committee named three of its number, consisting of Garrison, Whittier, and Samuel J. May to draw up the document. The sub-committee in told in his Recollections of the AntiSlavery Conflict, how he and Whittier left their friend at ten o'clock in the evening, agreeing to call final reading was, if possible, even more dramatic and eloquent. Whittier has depicted this closing and thrilling scene. He has described he to each other, our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor. Whittier has predicted for the Declaration of Sentiments an enduring fame: icated; Prof. Elizur Wright, Jr's, Sin of slavery and its remedy; Whittier's Justice and Expediency; and, above all, Mrs. Lydia Maria Child's
Archibald H. Grimke, William Lloyd Garrison the Abolitionist, Chapter 10: between the acts. (search)
that his language is not always happily chosen. Such errors, however, appear to him trivial, in view of indisputable and extraordinary results produced by the Liberator. He believes in marrying masculine truths to, masculine words. He protests against his condemnation by comparison. Every writer's style is his own — it may be smooth or rough, plain or obscure, simple or grand, feeble or strong, he contends, but principles are immutable. By his principles, therefore he would, be judged. Whittier, for instance,, he continues, is highly poetical, exuberant, and beautiful. Stuart is solemn, pungent, and severe. Wright is a thorough logician, dextrous, transparent, straightforward. Beriah Green is manly, eloquent, vigorous, devotional. May is persuasive, zealous, overflowing with the milk of human kindness. Cox is diffusive, sanguine, magnificent, grand. Bourne thunders and lightens. Phelps is one great, clear, infallible argumentdemonstration itself. Jocelyn is full o
Archibald H. Grimke, William Lloyd Garrison the Abolitionist, Chapter 11: Mischief let loose. (search)
ets. Even then the mob pressed upon the heels of the horses as they drew up before the portals of the old prison, which shut not an instant too soon upon the editor of the Liberator, who was saved from a frightful fate to use a Biblical phrase but by the skin of his teeth. Here the reformer safe from the wrath of his foes, was locked in a cell; and here, during the evening, with no abatement of his customary cheerfulness and serenity of spirit, he received several of his anxious friends, Whittier among them, whom through the grated bars he playfully accosted thus: You see my accommodations are so limited, that I cannot ask you to spend the night with me. That night in his prison cell, and on his rude prison bed, he slept the sleep of the just man, sweet and long: When peace within the bosom reigns, And conscience gives th' approving voice; Though bound the human form in chains, Yet can the soul aloud rejoice. 'Tis true, my footsteps are confined- I cannot range beyond this cell--
Archibald H. Grimke, William Lloyd Garrison the Abolitionist, Chapter 12: flotsam and jetsam. (search)
d her husband. Not finding them, he turned to the cause which had been so ruthlessly attacked, and this is the sort of care which he bestowed upon it. He got Burleigh to write a general relation of the mob for publication in the Liberator, and Whittier to indite another, with an appeal to the public, the same to be published immediately, and of which he ordered three thousand copies for himself. I further ordered, he writes, one thousand copies of A. Grimke's letter, with your introductory remarks, and your address published in the Liberator several weeks since, with your name appended, and Whittier's poetry on the times, in a pamphlet form. I urged all our friends to redouble their exertions. They seemed well disposed to accept the advice, as nothing will now avail but thorough measures. Liberty or Death! This is a fair specimen of the indomitable, indefatigable spirit which was born of the attempt to put Abolitionism down by lawlessness and violence. Indeed, the Broad-Clo
Archibald H. Grimke, William Lloyd Garrison the Abolitionist, Chapter 14: brotherly love fails, and ideas abound. (search)
to do is morally right for a woman to do. I recognize no rights but human rights. ... I am persuaded that woman is not to be, as she has been, a mere second-hand agent in the regeneration of a fallen world, but the acknowledged equal and co-worker with man in this glorious work. The debate on the subject threatened for a short season to push the woman's question to the level of the slavery question. The contention became acrimonius, and the alienation of friendships was widespread. John G. Whittier and Theodore D. Weld, who were both avowed believers in the idea of women's rights, nevertheless, felt that the agitation of the subject, under the circumstances, was a grave blunder. No moral enterprise, when prosecuted with ability and any sort of energy, ever failed under heaven, wrote Weld to Sarah and Angelina, so long as its conductors pushed the main principle, and did not strike off until they reached the summit level. On the other hand, every reform that ever foundered in mid
Archibald H. Grimke, William Lloyd Garrison the Abolitionist, Chapter 17: as in a looking glass. (search)
scious believer in the wickedness of all opposition to his idea of right and duty. This, of course, must be taken only as a broad description of the reformer's character. He was a man, one of the grandest America has given to the world, but still a man with his tendon of Achilles, like the rest of his kind. His narrow intolerance of the idea of anti-slavery political action, and his fierce and unjust censure of the champions of that idea, well illustrate the trait in point. Birney and Whittier, and Wright and Gerrit Smith, and Joshua Leavitt, he apparently quite forgot, were actuated by motives singularly noble, were in their way as true to their convictions as he was to his. No, there was but one right way, and in that way stood the feet of the pioneer. His way led directly, unerringly, to the land of freedom. All other ways, and especially the Liberty party way, twisted, doubled upon themselves, branched into labyrinths of folly and self-seeking. Ho! all ye that desire the f
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