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Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To Mrs. Ellis Gray Loring. (search)
To Mrs. Ellis Gray Loring. Northampton [Mass.], June 9, 1838. A month elapsed after I came here before I stepped into the woods which were all around me blooming with wild flowers. I did not go to Mr. Dwight's ordination, nor have I yet been to meeting. He has been to see me, however, and though I left my work in the midst, and sat down with a dirty gown and hands somewhat grimmed, we were high up in the blue in fifteen minutes. I promised to take a flight with him from the wash-tub or dish-kettle any time when he would come along with his balloon. ... C. is coming down next week, and I think I shall send a line to some of you by her. Her religious furor is great, just at this time, but of her theological knowledge you can judge when I tell you that when I spoke of old John Calvin, she asked me if he was the same as John the Baptist. ... I don't suppose any present was quite so satisfactory as the pretty green watering pot. Father said I was out with it in the rain as wel
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To Francis G. Shaw. (search)
To Francis G. Shaw. Northampton, 1840. I did hope mightily to see you, and I wanted to have you hear John Dwight preach. John's is a mild, transparent, amber light, found In einem andern Sonnen lichte, In einer glucklichen Natur. Shame on me for quoting German so pompously, when these are almost the only lines I know. You have seen the illustrations of John Bunyan, the literary part prepared by Bernard Barton? Oh, it is a lovely book! The memory of it haunts me like a sweet dreain church one day; and I pointed to you the picture of the river of life, where the light was so supernaturally transparent, and soft, and warm; like the sun shining through crystal walls upon golden floors. Well, that picture is like some of John Dwight's sermons. Blessings on him! He has ministered to my soul in seasons of great need. I think that was all he was sent here for, and that the parish are paying for a missionary to me. Who are the rest of the world, that God should send missio
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To Rev. Convers Francis. (search)
The world calls me unfortunate, but in good truth I often wonder why it is the angels take such good care of me. Bettine is a perpetual refreshment to my soul. Nothing disturbs me so much as to have any Philistine make remarks about her. Not that I think her connection with Goethe beautiful or altogether natural. (I need not have said that; for if it were truly natural, it would be altogether beautiful, let conventionalisms try their worst upon it.) Did I ever tell you how expressively John Dwight said all that is to be said on this subject? It is evident that Goethe was to Bettine merely the algebraic X that stands for the unknown quantity. Mr. Brisbane, the Fourier Association man, told me that he was well acquainted with Bettine in Germany, and that no one who knew her would doubt for a moment that she did all the strange things recorded in her letters. He said she would talk with him by the two hours together, lying all quirled up in a heap on the carpet, and as often as
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Cheerful Yesterdays, I. A Cambridge boyhood (search)
t sister was an excellent pianist,--one of the first in this region to play Beethoven. Among the many students who came to the house there were three who played the flute well, and they practiced trios with her accompaniment. One of them was John Dwight, afterwards editor of the Journal of music, and long the leading musical critic of Boston; another was Christopher Pearse Cranch, poet and artist; and the third was William Habersham from Savannah, who had a silver flute, of which I remember JJohn Dwight's saying, when it first made its appearance, It has a silver sound. When I read in later years the experiences of the music-loving boy in Charles Auchester, it brought back vividly the happiness with which, when sent to bed at eight o'clock, I used to leave the door of my little bedroom ajar, in order that I might go to sleep to music. Greater still were the joy and triumph when Miss Helen Davis, who was the musical queen of our Cambridge world, came and filled the house with her
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Cheerful Yesterdays, Index. (search)
. De Quincey, Thomas, 102. Deschanel, Emile, 301, 303. Devens, Charles, 48, 74, 141, 247. Devens, Mary, 74. De Vere, Aubrey, 272. Dial, The, 114. Dicey, Albert, 97. Dickens, Charles, 187, 234. Discharged convict, reform of, 191. Dix, Dorothea L., 264. Dobson, Susanna, S5. Dombey, Paul, 187. Douglas, S. A., 239. Douglass, Frederick, 127, 173, 327. Downes, Commodore, 242. Doy, Doctor, 233. Drew Thomas, z56, 163. Du Maurier, George, 289. Durant, H. F., 63, 88. Dwight, John, 18. Edgeworth, Maria, 15. Eleanore, Tennyson's, 296. Elizabeth, Queen, 7. Ellis, A. J., 284. Ellis, C. M., 142. Emerson, R. W., 23, 36, 53, 67, 69, 77, 87, 91, 92, 95, 000, III, 115, 118, 168, 169, 170, 171, 173, 174, 176, 180, 182, 185, 190, 204, 244, 272, 279, 297, 327, 331, 332, 341, 359. Emigrant Aid Society, The, 196. Epictetus, 270. Epilogue, 362-364. Erckmann-Chatrian, 320. Estray, The, 102. Everett, Edward, 12, 79, 189. Everett, Mrs., Edward, 12. Fall
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Letters and Journals of Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Chapter 1: Cambridge and Newburyport (search)
sheep. The name of Jenny Lind, the Swedish nightingale, is little known to the present generation. But she had a world-wide reputation, and was perhaps the most popular public singer of her day. During her two-year American tour, she was married in Boston to Otto Goldschmidt, who was then conducting the Bach Choir. Mr. Higginson, in a letter dated February, 1852, tells his mother something about the wedding: Mrs. Ward had known all about Jenny's betrothal for a long time (as had Mrs. John Dwight and hardly anybody else), and Jenny had always said she should drive up there some time unexpectedly and be married, and so it was. She was dressed in Swedish style, at the wedding, in white muslin and veil, with a myrtle crown and small wreath of orange buds. It appears that O. G. has been attached to her for years, but she has resisted; that he came to this country at her recommendation, and he is a very agreeable and cultivated person, and Mrs. Ward liked him extremely. He is also
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Harvard Memorial Biographies, 1853. (search)
; died September 19, 1862, of wounds received at Antietam, September 17. Wilder Dwight, second son of William and Elizabeth Amelia (White) Dwight, was born in Springfield, Massachusetts, on the 23d of April, 1833. His paternal ancestor was John Dwight of Oxfordshire, England, who settled in Dedham, Massachusetts, in 1636. His mother was descended from William White of Norfolk County, England, who settled in Ipswich, Massachusetts, in 1635. His family has belonged to New England for more tr the enlistment and control of the proposed regiment. For this purpose, on the 25th of April, 1861, while the excitement which followed the Baltimore riot was at its height, and the usual communication with the seat of government was cut off, Mr. Dwight and Mr. Andrews left Boston, and went by the way of Annapolis to Washington. They reached there on the evening of the 27th, at which time he wrote to his father a brief account of this eventful journey through hostile country, saying that he w
Jula Ward Howe, Reminiscences: 1819-1899, Chapter 14: men and movements in the sixties (search)
n a girl of sixteen, said to me as we left the church, Mamma, I should think that Mr. James would wish the little Jameses not to wash their faces for fear it should make them suppose that they were clean. Mr. Emerson, to whom I repeated this remark, laughed quite heartily at it. In anecdote Mr. James was inexhaustible. His temperament was very mercurial, almost explosive. I remember a delightful lecture of his on Carlyle. I recall, too, a rather metaphysical discourse which he read in John Dwight's parlors, to a select audience. When we went below stairs to put on our wraps, I asked a witty friend whether she had enjoyed the lecture. She replied that she had, but added, I would give anything at this moment for a look at a good fat idiot, which seemed to show that the tension of mind produced by the lecture had not been without pain. I once had a long talk with Mr. James on immortality. I had recently lost my youngest child, a beautiful little boy of three years. The questio
Jula Ward Howe, Reminiscences: 1819-1899, Chapter 15: a woman's peace crusade (search)
e assistance was very welcome and opportune. I cannot leave this time without recalling the gracious figure of Athanase Coquerel. I had met this remarkable man in London at the anniversary banquet of the British Unitarian Association. It was in this country, however, that I first heard his eloquent and convincing speech, the occasion being a sermon given by him at the Unitarian Church of Newport, R. I., in the summer of the year 1873. It happened on this Sunday that the poet Bryant, John Dwight, and Parke Godwin were seated near me. All of them expressed great admiration of the discourse, and one exclaimed, That French art, how wonderful it is! The text chosen was this: And greater works than these shall ye do. How could this be? asked the preacher. How could the work of the disciples be greater than that of the Master? In one sense only. It could not be greater in spirit or in character. It could be greater in extent. The revolution in France occasioned by the Franc
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Chapter 2: birth, childhood, and youth (search)
a brick house built by General Wadsworth in Portland, and still known as the Longfellow house; but it was during a temporary residence of the family at the house of Samuel Stephenson, whose wife was a sister of Stephen Longfellow, that Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was born. He was the second son, and was named for an uncle, Henry Wadsworth, a young naval lieutenant, who was killed in 1804 by the explosion of a fire-ship, before the walls of Tripoli. The Portland of 1807 was, according to Dr. Dwight,—who served as a sort of travelling inspector of the New England towns of that period,—beautiful and brilliant; but the blight of the Embargo soon fell upon it. The town needed maritime defences in the war of 1812, and a sea-fight took place off the coast, the British brig Boxer being captured during the contest by the Enterprise, and brought into Portland harbor in 1813. All this is beautifully chronicled in the poem My Lost Youth: — I remember the sea-fight far away, How it thundered o<
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