Browsing named entities in Mary Thacher Higginson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson: the story of his life. You can also browse the collection for Rachel or search for Rachel in all documents.

Your search returned 4 results in 2 document sections:

Mary Thacher Higginson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson: the story of his life, VII: the free church (search)
erfectly, I read on, but first I asked Miss ——, Will she blush? and the good great creature broke in herself in her hearty uproarious way, Nary blush, quoth she, shaking her wide brows merrily at me .. Her acting affected me infinitely beyond Rachel, though I thought the latter beyond anything; perhaps I saw C. C. in her greatest part—Queen Katherine; but I remember Rachel's death scene as the climax of acting, while in the last scene of this, it was as if my own mother was sinking and dyinRachel's death scene as the climax of acting, while in the last scene of this, it was as if my own mother was sinking and dying before me; if I had another thought it was of the wickedness of having a crowd of people to see all this. Where she put her person and all the abundance of her life and left nothing but that frail wasted shell of humanity, no thought could tell; she was seventy years old and reduced to the weight of a child. I felt as if I would have given worlds to be able to look away for a moment and yet I could not. Then I saw her in comedy . . . the fun was on the same large scale with everything els<
Mary Thacher Higginson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson: the story of his life, XV: journeys (search)
seemed to give a clearness and precision to her ideas and kept her from the clouds and she read with much dignity and sweetness. At the Theatre Francais he for the first time saw acting! ... Sarah Bernhardt seemed the legitimate successor of Rachel and Ristori—a blonde Rachel, tall and slender and stately and fearfully ill like her—but oh! such power, such expression by a glance, a whisper, a motion of the hand and such utter absence of the visibly histrionic. Normandy was the next couRachel, tall and slender and stately and fearfully ill like her—but oh! such power, such expression by a glance, a whisper, a motion of the hand and such utter absence of the visibly histrionic. Normandy was the next country to be visited, and there Colonel Higginson stayed with friends, going thence to Germany. Le Manier, Penne de Pie near Honfleur, Normandy. Here I am at this perfectly charming place . . . wonderfully silent and deep, and delightful after Paris, and it was pleasant to go to sleep and not know what the morning would reveal. I was waked by the bells for early mass in the old church opposite, 800 years old. My windows look upon the sea. . . . Once a day an old man comes with the mail,<