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Milan, Sullivan County, Missouri (Missouri, United States) (search for this): chapter 16
Chapter 16: Visit to Europe for the affairs of the Boston Public Library. London, Brussels, Dresden, Berlin, and Vienna. Verona. Milan. letters to Mr. Prescott, Mr. Everett, Mr. And Mrs. W. S. Dexter, and Mrs. Ticknor. The motives and causes which led Mr. Ticknor to decide on a third visit to Europe have been sear Lizzie. I am delighted to hear that she is so well. Let her keep gaining till I see her. Yours very affectionately, Geo. Ticknor To Mrs. W. S. Dexter. Milan, October 26, 1856. Dearest Lizzie,—I thank your husband, through you, for a very kind and interesting letter that I received from him a few days ago, dated Octoardo-Venetian kingdom, or of his charming wife, or of the most agreeable dinner we had in his palazzo at Verona. When we left him, he told us he should soon be in Milan on business, and that very likely he should see us again. Last evening he came in at eight o'clock—just like an old friend in Park Street—and sat with us till bed<
Humboldt, Tenn. (Tennessee, United States) (search for this): chapter 16
etes of the marriage next week, and took leave of me with a hearty shake of the hand, and a heartier, God bless you; come again to Sans Souci I said I hoped I might. Mais malheureusement, nous n'aurons pas de mariage. I came in with the Minister at War, old General Nostitz,—Blucher's aide-de-camp,—and my general from the coronation,—name forgotten,—he amusing us with accounts of the ceremonies and ladies there. But I have neither room nor time to tell you details; but I will add, that Humboldt's kindness was consistent to the last moment, and in every possible way. When I came to town, being en grande tenue, I made a call on our Minister,—but did not tell him where I came from,—and then went to the Pertzes'. . . . . I stayed till after eleven, and had a first-rate time; came home and wrote till half past 12. This morning I feel rested; but I have a good deal of work to do to-day; go at ten to see some rare Spanish books; at one to Humboldt; at five to Varnhagen; and fill
Venice (Italy) (search for this): chapter 16
outh. We set off, therefore, to-morrow for Vienna, hoping to be in Venice by the middle of October, and before Rome by December 1 . . . . . n the north side twenty years ago—was very fine. From Adelsberg to Venice, by Lend, through Friuli, was all new, likewise; and more than that, by passing through it, the passage in a steamboat from Trieste to Venice. . . . . Since I wrote the two last pages I have been to high mat ceremony. So did a man of science, Secretary of the Institute at Venice, who lived in a fine, beautiful, neat palazzo, that was once Cardinof Count Frederic Thun, the present civil governor of the Lombardo-Venetian kingdom, or of his charming wife, or of the most agreeable dinner ing his cat to amuse him. . . . . It was capital; genuine, popular Venetian characters, set forth in the purest and simplest Italian verse, anif you do, you may always remember that they are perfectly true to Venetian life and manners, and relished for that reason by all classes of s
St. Petersburg (Russia) (search for this): chapter 16
ed by Sir Charles Wood, and one or two people near us, who enjoyed the joke to the full. Mr. Crampton had been recently recalled from Washington, where he was British Minister, on complaints of our government. Mr. Ticknor says elsewhere: Thackeray, who has a strong personal regard for him, was outrageous on the matter, and cursed the Ministry by all his gods for making him, as he said, their scape-goat. As Mr. Ticknor expected, he was soon sent Minister to Hanover, and afterwards to St. Petersburg and Madrid. I found Mr. Crampton very agreeable, and immediately noticed his great resemblance to his father, as I knew Sir Philip in 1835. Yes, said a person to whom I mentioned it, they still look so much alike that we call them the twins. . . . . The Ministry were, no doubt, partly responsible for the mistakes about the enlistment last summer,—more, perhaps, than they can well admit. They were too much engrossed by the Russian war, and the worrying arrangements for the peace before t
Vienna (Wien, Austria) (search for this): chapter 16
Chapter 16: Visit to Europe for the affairs of the Boston Public Library. London, Brussels, Dresden, Berlin, and Vienna. Verona. Milan. letters to Mr. Prescott, Mr. Everett, Mr. And Mrs. W. S. Dexter, and Mrs. Ticknor. The motives and causes which led Mr. Ticknor to decide on a third visit to Europe have been set forth, as well as the nature of the work he did during the thirteen months it covered. The marriage of his younger daughter to Mr. William Sohier Dexter, which took place in May, 1856, preceded his departure by a few weeks, and he sailed on the 18th of June, accompanied by Mrs. Ticknor, with their eldest daughter and a niece. The facilities for every mode of travelling had been improving with extraordinary rapidity in the twenty years since his last visit, and these introduced novelty and comfort, beyond his expectations, into this journey. The steamer voyage shortened the miseries of the sea, which, for the first time, Mr. Ticknor escaped in great measu
Hyde Park, Mass. (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 16
Milman's, Van De Weyer's, etc., and at his own house. He lives in a beautiful villa, with a rich, large, and brilliant lawn behind it, keeps a carriage, and—as he told us—keeps four men-servants, including his coachman, and lives altogether in elegant style for a man of letters. . . . . We live, you know, in Twisleton's house. It is a very nice one, with four or five thousand volumes of first-rate books, in rich, full binding, scattered through its three principal rooms. It looks on Hyde Park in front, and has a series of gardens behind, so that few houses are more pleasantly situated. It is, too, filled with an abundance of rich furniture à l'anglaise. The Lewises——Sir George and Lady Theresa See Vol. I. p. 407, note, and ante, p. 180.—are near neighbors, and have been most abundant in kindness. We have breakfasted, lunched, and dined with them, the last being last evening, when we had Lord and Lady Clarendon, Lord Harrowby, Lord John Russell, Frederick Peel; and a m
Brussels (Belgium) (search for this): chapter 16
Chapter 16: Visit to Europe for the affairs of the Boston Public Library. London, Brussels, Dresden, Berlin, and Vienna. Verona. Milan. letters to Mr. Prescott, Mr. Everett, Mr. And M since. After to-morrow I have declined all invitations, and begin to make my arrangements for Brussels, for which we shall set out as soon as we can get ready. Your friends here are generally welthe United States during the Crimean War. See ante, p. 295. . . . . To Hon. Edward Everett. Brussels, July 30, 1856. . . . . I began this letter at its date, at Brussels, but I was much crowdedBrussels, but I was much crowded with work then, and now I finish it at Bonn. Parts of this letter were given in the preceding chapter. . . . . Welcker is here still fresh and active, and remembering you with great kindness. I f walks and environs, gave me great pleasure, but I did not go into the church of Ste. Gudule at Brussels, though I was near it many times. At Cologne I never knew anybody, or at least I never knew mo
Sans Souci (North Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 16
ss Royal. and is now just back from the Russian coronation; the Prince of Prussia; The present Emperor. and one of the dames d'honneur, of which I will give you an account. After dinner we were in the salon about an hour, and the King talked with me more than half the time; was truly agreeable, and sometimes scholar-like, urged me very much to stay to the fetes of the marriage next week, and took leave of me with a hearty shake of the hand, and a heartier, God bless you; come again to Sans Souci I said I hoped I might. Mais malheureusement, nous n'aurons pas de mariage. I came in with the Minister at War, old General Nostitz,—Blucher's aide-de-camp,—and my general from the coronation,—name forgotten,—he amusing us with accounts of the ceremonies and ladies there. But I have neither room nor time to tell you details; but I will add, that Humboldt's kindness was consistent to the last moment, and in every possible way. When I came to town, being en grande tenue, I made a call
Russia (Russia) (search for this): chapter 16
at Evelyn Denison's, See Vol. I. p. 408, note.—who has become a man of much political consequence, and lives in a grand house on Carleton Terrace, —and we dine at Mr. T. Baring's. I am glad it is the last day. I never stood the exigencies of London society well, and I am so old that I am quite done up with the work now. And yet this is nothing to what they do themselves. Lord Clarendon, yesterday, gave me the account of his mode of life for the last three years, including the war with Russia and the Conferences at Paris . . . . But, I said, do you never give yourself a holiday? Yes, he replied, I gave myself one holiday at Paris, and went to a great discussion and showy occasion at the Institute, but the next time I do it I will take chloroform. . . . . He has great spirits, and laughed and frolicked in the gayest manner, but looks much worn and very thin. On my telling him that I thought he would do better if he were to take his hardest work in the morning, when he is refresh
St. Peter (Minnesota, United States) (search for this): chapter 16
avelled quite out of the reach of guide-books, and had a sense of discovery as we went along. It is a beautiful and very picturesque country, and we avoided, by passing through it, the passage in a steamboat from Trieste to Venice. . . . . Since I wrote the two last pages I have been to high mass in the cathedral. The music was not much; but there must have been five thousand people at least present, and the scene was very grand and solemn, more so, I think, than the similar one is at St. Peter's. We had a very plain, good sermon on forgiveness of enemies, which, perhaps, half the audience could hear. But one thing I would desire to note on this occasion, viz. that, as I witnessed to-day, and have often witnessed before, the habit of spitting—with which we are so much reproached in Yankeedom—is by no means an exclusively American habit. I find it common in Italy thus far. Well-dressed people all around me this forenoon, who paid for the chairs they occupied, spat on the marble
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