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Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Cheerful Yesterdays, I. A Cambridge boyhood (search)
rly a thousand volumes remained, chiefly of English literature and history of the eighteenth century; and most of these I read. There was a fine set of Dr. Johnson's works in a dozen volumes, with an early edition of Boswell; all of Hoole's Tasso and Ariosto; a charming little edition of the British essayists, with pretty woodcuts; Bewick's Birds and Quadrupeds; Raynal's Indies; the Anti-Jacobin; Plutarch's Lives; Dobson's Life of Petrarch; Marshall's and Bancroft's Lives of Washington; Miss Burney's and Miss Edgeworth's works; and Sir Charles Grandison. There were many volumes of sermons, which my mother was fond of reading,--she was, I think, the last person who habitually read them,--but which I naturally avoided. There were a good many pretty little Italian books, belonging to one of my elder sisters, and a stray volume of Goethe which had been used by another. In out-of-the-way closets I collected the disused classical textbooks of my elder brothers, and made a little librar
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Cheerful Yesterdays, Index. (search)
119. Bright, John, 327. Brook Farm, 83, 84, 120. Brookline, Mass., summer life in, 81. Brown, Annie, 227. Brown, Brownlee, 169. Brown, C. B., 58. Brown, John, 155, 196-234, 240, 242, 243, 246, 327. Brown, Mrs., John, 227, 230. Brown, Madox, 289. Brown, Theophilus, 181. Browning, Robert, 66, 67, 202, 235, 272, 286. Brownson, Orestes, 97. Bryce, James, 97. Bull, Ole, 103. Burke, Edmund, 009, 356. Burleigh, C. C., 327. Burleigh, Charles, 118. Burlingame, Anson, 175. Burney, Fanny, 15. Burns, Anthony, 131, 157, 159, 162, 165, 166. Burns, Robert, 276. Butler, B. F., 337, 342. Butman A. ., 162, 163, 164, L65. Byron, George Gordon, Lord, 15, 23. Cabot, Edward, 9. Cabot, George, 10. Cabot, J. E., 105. Cambridge boyhood, A., 1-37. Cambridge Churchyard, the, 32. Cameron, Mr., 295. Cameron, Mrs. J. M., 284, 295, 296. Campbell, Thomas, 15. Canning, George, 23. Carlyle, Thomas, 77, 272, 278, 279, 280, 285, 296, 304, 332. Carpenter, Mr., 233. Carter,
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Women and Men, chapter 31 (search)
s her little bit of ivory, two inches wide, on which, she said, I work with a brush so fine as to produce little effect after much labor. Yet in the opinion of Sir Walter Scott and all succeeding critics, the result was quite worth the effort, Scott saying that he himself did the big bow-wow style as well as anybody, but that all the minuter excellences were peculiarly her province. As a result, she has far surpassed in fame her immediate contemporaries of her own sex. Madame D'Arblay (Fanny Burney), Miss Porter, Mrs. Opic, and even Miss Edgeworth, are now little read, while Miss Austen's novels seem as if they were written yesterday. But the curious thing is that of the leading novelists in the English tongue to-day it is the men, not the women, who have taken up Miss Austen's work, while the women show more inclination, if not to the big bow-wow style of Scott, at least to the novel of plot and narrative. Anthony Trollope among the lately dead, James and Howells among the livi
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Letters and Journals of Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Chapter 2: the Worcester period (search)
macy with European life that the editors seriously suspected it of being a translation from some first-class Frenchman, as Balzac or Dumas, and I had to be called in to satisfy them that a demure little Yankee girl could have written it: which, as you may imagine, has delighted me much. It is called In a Cellar and will appear in December. A few months later he wrote: We had a nice time in Newburyport. I enjoyed seeing the little authoress more than anything; it seemed just like Fanny Burney of whom we had been reading. She was very modest and humble about it, and only felt as if it were a sort of cheat to take $105 for a story. She said she never thought about its attracting any attention, or she should have been more anxious about details; she supposed, if it got in, that it would pass quietly and nothing more be said about it. Her young friends got her to a meeting of their Reading Club, and read it aloud in her presence. When they got to that wonderful description of th