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The Daily Dispatch: May 16, 1864., [Electronic resource] 4 0 Browse Search
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, The new world and the new book 4 0 Browse Search
The Daily Dispatch: October 31, 1861., [Electronic resource] 2 0 Browse Search
The Daily Dispatch: December 21, 1860., [Electronic resource] 2 0 Browse Search
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 2 0 Browse Search
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Irene E. Jerome., In a fair country 2 0 Browse Search
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1 2 0 Browse Search
Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 2 2 0 Browse Search
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Olde Cambridge 2 0 Browse Search
Francis B. Carpenter, Six Months at the White House 2 0 Browse Search
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Thomas Wentworth Higginson, The new world and the new book, XVI (search)
d on his heart and despair in his eyes; to paint the hand anatomically correct, the eyes deep in emotion; but we need to know what brought him there; what produced the strange combination, a Puritan Saint with a conscience wrung into distortion. Lear is not Lear, Hamlet not Hamlet, without a glimpse at the conditions that have made them what they are. With the worst villains of the play, we need, as Margaret Fuller profoundly said, to hear the excuses men make to themselves for their worthlessLear, Hamlet not Hamlet, without a glimpse at the conditions that have made them what they are. With the worst villains of the play, we need, as Margaret Fuller profoundly said, to hear the excuses men make to themselves for their worthlessness. But these conditions, these excuses, constitute the plot. It is easy enough to dismiss plot from the scene, if it means only a conundrum like that in The Dead Secret, or a series of riddles like the French detective novels. In these the story is all, there is no character worth unravelling; and when we have once got at the secret the book is thrown away. But where the plot is a profound study of the development of character, it can never be thrown away; and unless we have it, the cha