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May 12th, 1842 AD (search for this): chapter 7
ul. as Timon was to his servants. Yet, Heaven be praised, though sometimes forgetful of them in absence, I make it up in presence, so far that I think I do not give pain, as I pass along this world. Ms. Diary. Other rye-bread days were spent in writing letters of counsel to her younger brothers, who were, during a portion of this time, away at school. There is the whole range of a New England elder-sister's life in the two following extracts from the same letter to Richard Fuller (May 12, 1842). First, the love of Greek, perhaps flagging, must be stimulated:-- While here I have been reading (only in translation, alas!) the Cyropedia, and other works of Xenophon, and some dramas of Euripides; and, were envy ever worth our while, I should deeply envy those who can with convenience gain access to the Greek mind in its proper garb. No possession can be more precious than a knowledge of Greek. Fuller Mss. II. 691. But the boyish wardrobe, a severer problem than even Greek,
rld. A blameless life came to an end,--a high aspiration was transferred elsewhere. He could not have died at a better time; it was indeed for him the fullness of time; but it is sad that we shall see him no more,--meet no more the pale benignant countenance, be greeted no more by the gentle formal courtesy; nay, it is even sad that we shall be catechised no more for great truths to feed his earnest mind. Fuller Mss. i. 425. The Fuller family resided at Jamaica Plain from the spring of 1839 to that of 1842, when Margaret took the responsibility of purchasing a house in Ellery Street, Cambridge (now No. 8), not far from the site of her old abode, the Dana House. Here they lived until July, 1843, when the house was sold; but the family, now greatly lessened, bought another house on Prospect Street, which they occupied Compare Memoirs, i. 319, 371, 382; II. 120. until after Margaret had transferred herself to New York, in the autumn of 1844, to begin what she called her busines
s life came to an end,--a high aspiration was transferred elsewhere. He could not have died at a better time; it was indeed for him the fullness of time; but it is sad that we shall see him no more,--meet no more the pale benignant countenance, be greeted no more by the gentle formal courtesy; nay, it is even sad that we shall be catechised no more for great truths to feed his earnest mind. Fuller Mss. i. 425. The Fuller family resided at Jamaica Plain from the spring of 1839 to that of 1842, when Margaret took the responsibility of purchasing a house in Ellery Street, Cambridge (now No. 8), not far from the site of her old abode, the Dana House. Here they lived until July, 1843, when the house was sold; but the family, now greatly lessened, bought another house on Prospect Street, which they occupied Compare Memoirs, i. 319, 371, 382; II. 120. until after Margaret had transferred herself to New York, in the autumn of 1844, to begin what she called her business life. But bef
March, 1840 AD (search for this): chapter 7
hen the mind, by operations native to it, has gradually cast aside its covering, and is ready for a new one. But this is very seldom the case. Persons die generally, not as a natural thing, but from extraneous causes; then it must be a change only one degree more important than going to sleep; for what the mind wants to develop it, it must have, here or elsewhere. A death from love would be perfectly natural. Reasons why there are no good monuments? I must write upon this subject. March, 1840. Fuller Mss. i. 429 She had fancies, as Mr. Emerson tells us, about days and precious stones and talismans; and in one of her letters I find these reveries about proper names:-- It pleases that Raphael and Michael Angelo should have received the archangelic names; it seems inspiration in the parents. So that Swedenborg should bear the name of Emanuel, and Kant, too. The name of Beethoven's mother does not seem without meaning. In writing yesterday, I observed the names of Mary
December 25th (search for this): chapter 7
Chapter 7: suburban life at Jamaica Plain. (1838-1844.) In looking forward to leaving the scene of her school-teaching, Margaret Fuller wrote thus to Mrs. Barlow in a moment of headache and nervous exhaustion:-- November 8, 1838. I shall go home about Christmas and stay till April, and never set foot out of doors unless to take exercise; and see no human face, divine or otherwise, out of my own family. But I am wearied out and I have gabbled and simpered and given my mind to the public view these two years back, till there seems to be no good left in me. Fuller Mss. i. 22. She wrote to Mr. Emerson of the remaining months of that winter, My sufferings last winter in Groton were almost constant, and I see the journal is very sickly in its tone. I have taken out some leaves. Now I am a perfect Phoenix compared with what I was then, and it all seems past to me. Ms. letter, November 25, 1839. During this invalid winter, however, she made a brief visit to Bost
September 27th, 1840 AD (search for this): chapter 7
resence of any growing thing. This apple-tree before my window I shall mourn to leave. Seeing fruit trees in a garden is entirely another thing from having this one before my eyes constantly, so that I can't help seeing all that happens to it. But I shall write out the history of our acquaintance and give you a copy. Ms. (W. H. C.) Yet I must confess to liking her out-door sketches even better when they are more wholly descriptive and less imaginative, as with the following:-- September 27, [1840?] Oh, it is the loveliest morning. After those days of glad light and calm, benign, roseate sunsets, how sweet the unutterable love of such clouds as the west wind has brought; they keep sighing themselves away and letting us see, behind the tenderest blue, the sky of May. The utmost purity with such tenderness! All the fragrance of farewell is breathing out of the earth. The flowers seem to have grown up express for the day. In the wood where I have been they all thronged the
r acquaintance and give you a copy. Ms. (W. H. C.) Yet I must confess to liking her out-door sketches even better when they are more wholly descriptive and less imaginative, as with the following:-- September 27, [1840?] Oh, it is the loveliest morning. After those days of glad light and calm, benign, roseate sunsets, how sweet the unutterable love of such clouds as the west wind has brought; they keep sighing themselves away and letting us see, behind the tenderest blue, the sky of May. The utmost purity with such tenderness! All the fragrance of farewell is breathing out of the earth. The flowers seem to have grown up express for the day. In the wood where I have been they all thronged the path; it is a wood where none but me goes, and they can smile secure. I was looking at the clouds and thinking they could not choose but weep,--there was no other way to express such intense tenderness,--when down came such a sun-shower as you describe from Waldo's thoughts, the clou
Chapter 7: suburban life at Jamaica Plain. (1838-1844.) In looking forward to leaving the scene of her school-teaching, Margaret Fuller wrote thus to Mrs. Barlow in a moment of headache and nervous exhaustion:-- November 8, 1838. I shall go home about Christmas and stay till April, and never set foot out of doors unless to take exercise; and see no human face, divine or otherwise, out of my own family. But I am wearied out and I have gabbled and simpered and given my mind to the public view these two years back, till there seems to be no good left in me. Fuller Mss. i. 22. She wrote to Mr. Emerson of the remaining months of that winter, My sufferings last winter in Groton were almost constant, and I see the journal is very sickly in its tone. I have taken out some leaves. Now I am a perfect Phoenix compared with what I was then, and it all seems past to me. Ms. letter, November 25, 1839. During this invalid winter, however, she made a brief visit to Bost
one upon the Passion Flower, whose petals had just fallen from her girdle, she says, while all her other flowers remained intact; and with which she connects a striking delineation of human character, as embodied in some person not now to be identified. Again she has been hearing in some conversation a description of the thorn called Spina Christi, which still grows on the plains of Judaea, and this leads her to a noble winter reverie:-- January 30, 1841. Recipe to prevent the cold of January from utterly destroying life. Beneath all pain inflicted by Nature, be not only serene, but more, let it avail thee in prayer. Put up at the moment of greatest suffering a prayer, not for thy own escape, but for the enfranchisement of some being dear to thee, and the sovereign spirit will accept thy ransom. My head is very sensitive, and as they described the Spina Christi I shuddered all over, and could have fainted only at the thought of its pressure on his head. Yet if he had exp
November 8th, 1838 AD (search for this): chapter 7
Chapter 7: suburban life at Jamaica Plain. (1838-1844.) In looking forward to leaving the scene of her school-teaching, Margaret Fuller wrote thus to Mrs. Barlow in a moment of headache and nervous exhaustion:-- November 8, 1838. I shall go home about Christmas and stay till April, and never set foot out of doors unless to take exercise; and see no human face, divine or otherwise, out of my own family. But I am wearied out and I have gabbled and simpered and given my mind to the public view these two years back, till there seems to be no good left in me. Fuller Mss. i. 22. She wrote to Mr. Emerson of the remaining months of that winter, My sufferings last winter in Groton were almost constant, and I see the journal is very sickly in its tone. I have taken out some leaves. Now I am a perfect Phoenix compared with what I was then, and it all seems past to me. Ms. letter, November 25, 1839. During this invalid winter, however, she made a brief visit to Bosto
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