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Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Harvard Memorial Biographies, 1852. (search)
at school, making friends in every place, and forming warm attachments for life with many of his associates. An intimate friend writes: When a boy, in that truest of all republics, the playground, his companions instinctively recognized in him a leader. There that keen sense of justice which seemed to be part and parcel of him was so conspicuous, that he was the well-known umpire in the boyish disputes of his companions, and we fondly recall the often-used expression, I'll leave it to Paul. In the winter of 1849 he entered Harvard University in the second term of the Freshman year, and he graduated with that class in 1852. While a Sophomore, he passed six months in the family of Rev. William Parsons Lunt, D. D., and there secured the regard of that intelligent and cultivated gentleman, with whose family Revere became connected after Dr. Lunt's death. He left college without any taste for professional life; and in view of the necessity of following a calling, he decided
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Harvard Memorial Biographies, 1854. (search)
, I will not go into that discussion again. The Heroes of the world have certainly needed work, and had it, and done it well; and it is Heroes that we must try to be. Then, after a long passage about his plans: Don't think that I am growing uneasy, for I never was better situated, and don't be afraid that I shall grow unsettled;— To give room for wandering is it That the world was made so wide. By the way, I have been reading Walt and Vult yet again, and with renewed delight. Jean Paul enjoyed the poetry of common life better than any one that has ever written. He made the world he lived in. So did Sir T. Browne; and it is for this, among many other things, that I am so fond of him. August 19. Of this you may be sure, that, if ever I am worth knowing, you will know me as well as if I had been close under your wing. Homer says, The gods know one another, even though they dwell far apart. It is equally true of men, i. e. men as are men. Early in the autumn of
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Harvard Memorial Biographies, Biographical Index. (search)
, I. 209. Randolph, T. J., I. 324. Randolph, Mrs., I. 209. Rea, M. A., Lieut., Memoir, II. 38-41. Rea, Mary F., II. 38. Rea, W A., II. 38. Reed, James, Rev., II. 410. Reed, John H., I. 193. Reeves, Emma L., I. 75. Rennie, Capt., II. 301, 302;. Reno, J. L., Maj.-Gen., I 111, 289; II. 170. Revere, E. H. R., Asst.-Surg., Memoir, I. 115-125. Revere, J. W., Maj.-Gen., I. 141. Revere, Joseph W., I. 115, 204;. Revere, Mary (Robbins), I. 115, 204;. Revere, Paul, I. 115, 204;. Revere, Paul Joseph, Col., Memoir, I. 204-220. Also, I. 118,121, 238; II. 97. Reynolds, J. J., Maj.-Gen, 1. 13,16. Rice, A. H., Hon., II. 265. Richards, Sarah E., I. 38. Richardson, G. C., I. 434. Richardson, H. A., A. A. Surg., Memoir, I. 434-439. Richardson, J. B., Brig.-Gen., 1. 101, 102. Richardson, James, Hon., I. 39. Richardson, James, Private, Memoir, I. 38-49. Richardson, J. P., Col., II., 234. Richardson, Susan G. M., I. 434. Richar
George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard), Chapter 5: (search)
nature and great talent in description; Lara, he thought, bordered on the kingdom of spectres; and of his late separation from his wife, that, in its circumstances and the mystery in which it is involved, it is so poetical, that if Lord Byron had invented it he could hardly have had a more fortunate subject for his genius. All this he said in a quiet, simple manner, which would have surprised me much, if I had known him only through his books; and it made me feel how bitter must have been Jean Paul's disappointment, who came to him expecting to find in his conversation the characteristics of Werther and Faust. Once his genius kindled, and in spite of himself he grew almost fervent as he deplored the want of extemporary eloquence in Germany, and said, what I never heard before, but which is eminently true, that the English is kept a much more living language by its influence. Here, he said, we have no eloquence,—our preaching is a monotonous, middling declamation,—public debate we h
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), chapter 2 (search)
e that might seem superfluous, if the question had not become so utterly bemazed and bedarkened of late. After all, it is probable that, in addressing the public at large, it is not best to express a thought in as few words as possible; there is much classic authority for diffuseness. Richter. Groton.— Ritcher says, the childish heart vies in the height of its surges with the manly, only is not furnished with lead for sounding them. How thoroughly am I converted to the love of Jean Paul, and wonder at the indolence or shallowness which could resist so long, and call his profuse riches want of system! What a mistake! System, plan, there is, but on so broad a basis that I did not at first comprehend it. In every page I am forced to pencil. I will make me a book, or, as he would say, bind me a bouquet from his pages, and wear it on my heart of hearts, and be ever refreshing my wearied inward sense with its exquisite fragrance. I must have improved, to love him as I do.
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), chapter 3 (search)
Guten, and Schonen. Occupations. May, 1833.—As to German, I have done less that I hoped, so much had the time been necessarily broken up. I have with me the works of Goethe which I have not yet read, and am now engaged upon Kunst and Alterthum, and Campagne in Frankreich. I still prefer Goethe to any one, and, as I proceed, find more and more to learn, and am made to feel that my general notion of his mind is most imperfect, and needs testing and sifting. I brought your beloved Jean Paul with me, too. I cannot yet judge well, but think we shall not be ultimate. His infinitely variegated, and certainly most exquisitely colored, web fatigues attention. I prefer, too, wit to humor, and daring imagination to the richest fancy. Besides, his philosophy and religion seem to be of the sighing sort, and, having some tendency that way myself, I want opposing force in a favorite author. Perhaps I have spoken unadvisedly; if so, I shall recant on further knowledge. And thus rec
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing), VI. Jamaica Plain. (search)
a professed declaration of universal independence turned out in practice to be rather oligarchic. Of the class of persons most frequently found at these meetings Margaret has left the following sketch:— I am not mad, most noble Festus, was Paul s rejoinder, as he turned upon his vulgar censor with the grace of a courtier, the dignity of a prophet, and the mildness of a saint. But many there are, who, adhering to the faith of the soul with that unusual earnestness which the world calls mow we consider those men insane. What this meant, I could not at first well guess, so completely was my scale of character turned topsyturvy. But revolving the subject afterward, I perceived that we was the multiple of Festus, and those men of Paul. All the circumstances seemed the same as in that Syrian hall; for the persons in question were they who cared more for doing good than for fortune and success,—more for the one risen from the dead than for fleshly life,—more for the Being in wh<
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, The new world and the new book, XXI (search)
emotions; it will presently be shown that they had many advantages; but in their full and unquestioned vigor they certainly belonged to the period when men wore cravats swathed half a dozen times round the neck, and when, as the author of Pelham wrote, there was safety in a swallow-tail. It is not in the English tongue alone that this emotional tendency was expressed, for Lamartine was then much read, and even his travels in the East were saturated with it; and so were the writings of Jean Paul, who then rivalled Goethe in the affections of the newly enrolled students of German, his Siebenkas which avowedly records the life, death, and wedding of a hero who deliberately counterfeits death, that he and his mismated wife may each espouse the object of a loftier tenderness, was the climax of the sentimental; and yet this preposterous situation was so seriously and sympathetically painted, that probably no one who read the book at that day can now revert to it without emotion. But i
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, The new world and the new book, Index (search)
aac, 125. Newton, Stuart, 49. New World and New Book, the, 1. Nichol, John, 61. Niebuhr, B. G., 4. Novalis, see Hardenberg. Norton, C. E., 179, 180, 208. O. Ossoli, Margaret Fuller, 9, 27, 90, 96, 155, 176. Ossian, 52. Osten-Sacken, Baron, 173. Oxenstiern, Chancellor, 89. P. Palmer, G. H., 148. Paris, limitations of, 82. Paris, the world's capital, 77. Parker, Theodore, 42, 62, 115,155. Parkman, Francis, 60, 61. Parton, James, 13. Pattison, Mark, 50. Paul, Jean, see Richter. Pepys, Samuel, 42. Perry, Lillah Cabot, 219, Petrarch, Francesco, 172, 179, 185, 186, 187. Philip of Burgundy, 6. Phillips, Wendell, 7, 49, 62, 221, 222. Plato, 48, 114. Plot, the proposed abolition of, 135. Plutarch, 4, 174. Poe, E. A., 66, 155, 190, 219. Popkin, J. S., 117, 169, 171, 172, 174. Posterity, a contemporaneous, 51. Precision, weapons of, 192. Prescott, W. H., 59. Q. Quincy, Edmund, 22. Quintilian, 232. R. Racine, Jean, 92.
Jula Ward Howe, Reminiscences: 1819-1899, Chapter 5: my studies (search)
ies I have already made mention. I began them with a class of ladies under the tuition of Dr. Nordheimer. But it was with the later aid of Dr. Cogswell that I really mastered the difficulties of the language. It was while I was thus engaged that my eldest brother returned from Germany. In conversing with him, I acquired the use of colloquial German. Having, as I have said, the command of his fine library, I was soon deep in Goethe's Faust and Wilhelm Meister, reading also the works of Jean Paul, Matthias Claudius, and Herder. Thus was a new influence introduced into the life of one who had been brought up after the strictest rule of New England Puritanism. I derived from these studies a sense of intellectual freedom so new to me that it was half delightful, half alarming. My father undertook one day to read an English translation of Faust. He presently came to me and said,— My daughter, I hope that you have not read this wicked book! I must say, even after an interval
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