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Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Cheerful Yesterdays, chapter 11 (search)
interested in himself as the author of a history, which, unluckily, I had not then read. We met better upon a common interest in Carlyle, a few days later, and he took me to see that eminent author, and to join the afternoon walk of the two in Hyde Park. Long ago, in the Atlantic monthly, I described this occasion, and dwelt on the peculiar quality of Carlyle's laugh, which, whenever it burst out in its full volume, had the effect of dissolving all the clouds of his apparent cynicism and leavs guise, with a fur cap and a stout walking-stick, he accompanied Froude and myself on our walk. I observed that near his Chelsea home the passers-by regarded him with a sort of familiar interest, farther off with undisguised curiosity, and at Hyde Park, again, with a sort of recognition, as of an accustomed figure. At one point on our way some poor children were playing on a bit of rough ground lately included in a park, and they timidly stopped their frolic as we drew near. The oldest boy
Mary Thacher Higginson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson: the story of his life, XV: journeys (search)
nd which were usually considered unsafe for visitors. When he walked through the Seven Dials and St. Giles—then called the Den of Thieves—he was unmolested and perhaps a shade disappointed to find all London apparently safe. A certain English correspondent of a New York paper gave exaggerated accounts of these rambles and declared that Colonel Higginson was protected by his rashness. In his book called Carlyle's Laugh the American author has described a memorable walk which he took in Hyde Park with Froude and Carlyle. I wished, he wrote home, we could all be photographed . . . . We three were nearly run over in crossing the tide [Rotten Row] and dear old Carlyle had to run for life. I am so glad to have seen him— he was charming. Not long after, he dined with Darwin at his home, which he described in his letters as enlawned. Soon enter the philosopher, taller than I, erect, white-bearded, like a kindlier Bryant, looking like his photograph, but more human and sweet—he
Francis Jackson Garrison, William Lloyd Garrison, 1805-1879; the story of his life told by his children: volume 4, Chapter 9: Journalist at large.—1868-1876. (search)
Last Friday, I attended the funeral of our old anti-slavery Dec. 26. co-laborer, Charles Lenox Remond, at Greenwood. He had Mass. been wasting in consumption for the last eighteen months. John T. Sargent, Wendell Phillips, and myself conducted the services. A number of white and colored friends from Salem and Boston were present. Yesterday forenoon, I was present, with many others, at the Dec. 27, 1873. funeral obsequies of our departed friend and aged saint, Sarah M. Grimke, at Hyde Park. We all felt the tenderness of heart Mass. and warm appreciation growing out of the attachments, labors, and perils of the past, in a common struggle to break the yoke of bondage and let the oppressed go free. She was the impersonation and incarnation of Divine Love; and, though bowed and wasted by bodily decrepitude, as fresh in her spirit as though but twenty instead of eighty-one years of age. There was no phase of reform or progress in which she did not take a heartfelt interest. S
Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 1, Chapter 3: birth and early Education.—1811-26. (search)
is brother Albert took a long walk, from South Hingham to Nantasket Beach. He was fond of going with the cow-boy for the cattle, at evening, and had a fancy for watching the dairy-work in the kitchen. Later in life, he spoke with interest of these early days. His surviving kinsfolk recall him, on these visits, as fond of reading, well behaved, helpful in doing chores, and never mischievous. He made visits also to his father's relatives in the district of Dorchester, now comprehended in Hyde Park. His father did not expect to send him to college until after the last year of his five-years' course at the Latin School had begun. With his limited means, he had designed him for some occupation in which he could earn his livelihood sooner than in one of the learned professions. Charles had desired a cadetship at West Point, but no way opened for admission to the National Military Academy. Charles Pinckney Sumner, in a letter to Colonel Sylvanus Thayer, commanding at West Point,
Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 1, Chapter 4: College Life.—September, 1826, to September, 1830.—age, 15-19. (search)
ost other men, but to do his duty faithfully in whatever he took in hand, seeking the right and pursuing it without regard to public opinion. He was thoroughly equipped for the station which he reached; and the world knows how well he acquitted himself. In his vacations, Sumner saw something of country life, walking once to Hanover, with his friend William H. Simmons, and occasionally passing a few days with his father's uncle, William Sumner, who lived on what is now River Street, in Hyde Park, then a part of Dorchester. This relative died in 1836, at the age of eighty-seven. The Neponset River flows just in the rear of his house. Near by were then forests and pastures, where now are streets and dwelling-houses. Sumner rowed on the river, strolled over the fields, took long walks to Scots' Woods, the seashore at Squantum, and once, at least, made the ascent of Blue Hill. He joined the farmers when, with their hay-carts, they went for the salt hay they had cut on the marshes
Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 1, Chapter 8: early professional life.—September, 1834, to December, 1837.—Age, 23-26. (search)
ort. He said he should rather sit to be scraped by a barber ten times than to have his portrait taken. He, however, seemed to consent to the operation. Mrs. William Kent, whom I afterwards saw at Ballston Springs, informed me that an artist in New York—I think it was Inman—had taken two portraits, one of which was for her, and the other the artist now had on hand, perhaps for sale; and she suggested whether it would not be agreeable to us to purchase that. I intended to have stopped at Hyde Park on my way up North River, to see Miss Johnston and Miss Allen; but it would have detained me a day, so I passed on, admiring the beautiful situation of some of the houses of the village on the banks of the river. While in Albany, I saw Judge Spencer, who received me kindly because he understood I was Judge Story's friend; also Johnson, the reporter, who is one of the most agreeable and gentlemanly men I ever met. Indeed, I have had reason to think of Judge Story, and to be grateful to him
Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 2, Chapter 18: Stratford-on-avon.—Warwick.—London.—Characters of judges and lawyers.—authors.—society.—January, 1839, to March, 1839.—Age, 28. (search)
The promises of Austin's youth were not fulfilled, though his professional success in a certain direction was remarkable. He became the leader of the Parliamentary bar in its most flourishing period,—that of great railway enterprises,—and his income, which was at its highest in 1847, has no parallel in the history of the profession. The fear of him brought him many briefs from clients, merely to prevent his appearance against them; and the story is told of his being asked, when riding in Hyde Park on one of the busiest days of the session, What in the world are you doing here, Austin? and his answering, I am doing equal justice to all my clients. With health impaired, and surfeited, it is said, with success, he retired in 1848, at the age of forty-nine, to an estate in Suffolk, Brandeston Hall, Wickham Market; and from that time until his death lived a life of seclusion,—its monotony relieved only by neighborly offices, and by service as magistrate at the Quarter Sessions of East <
Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 2, Chapter 25: service for Crawford.—The Somers Mutiny.—The nation's duty as to slavery.—1843.—Age, 32. (search)
e a visit to the North River. He was first the guest of Mackenzie,—ever grateful to his defender,—and next, by the invitation of Mr. Harvey, passed four days at Hyde Park. Here had been the seat of Dr. David Hosack, He died in 1835. His estate now belongs to the Langdon family. an eminent surgeon, distinguished for his hospit ladies he met during his North River visit, and of his horseback rides with fair companions, he wrote with the fervor of youth to friends at home. His hosts at Hyde Park parted regretfully with him, and even now recall freshly the pleasure he gave them. Macready arrived in this country in Sept., 1843. His first engagement wastful adventure. At Mackenzie's I enjoyed myself very much; was most happy to know his wife, whom I think beautiful, graceful, and refined. From there I went to Hyde Park, the seat of some of the most agreeable families in our country,—the Hosacks, the Langdons, the Wilkeses, the Livingstons,—where I passed four days; on one day
Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 3, Chapter 41: search for health.—journey to Europe.—continued disability.—1857-1858. (search)
gent Street [Maurigy's]; saw my old friend J. Parkes, and dined with him in Saville Row. June 18. Left a few cards on old friends; saw the queen in her carriage coming from the levee; went to the opera, Don Giovanni; afterwards to Monckton Milnes, who seemed much altered since I knew him. June 19. Down into the city; dined at Dolby's; in the evening went to Albert Smith's Mont Blanc. June 20. Passed some time with Lord Brougham,—very kind, but old; drove with the Mackintoshes in Hyde Park; dined at Russell Sturgis's. June 21. Church in the Abbey; found myself seated at the foot of the tomb of Fowell Buxton; dined with Mackintosh. Afterwards to Metropolitan Club, where I met Layard, Milnes, etc. June 22. Breakfast with Senior, where I met Lord Glenelg, Hatherton, Ebrington, 1818—. The third Earl Fortescue. also Milnes and M. de Lesseps and M. Merimee. Prosper Merimee (1803-1870), novelist and historian. Visited Sheepshank's pictures; called on Lady Wharncliffe
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1, Chapter 7: a summer abroad 1892-1893; aet. 73-74 (search)
ook and its personages will keep me from encountering again the filth of this author.... June 16. Chester. Attended service in the Cathedral. I first came to Chester as a bride, forty-nine years ago; then in 1867 with dear Chev, Julia, and Laura; in 1877 with dear Maud; and now with Maud and her husband and my dear grandchild, Alice Richards. These three periods in my woman's life gave me much to think of. June 18 found the party established in pleasant lodgings in Albion Street, Hyde Park, where they were soon surrounded by friends old and new. June 21.... In the afternoon Lady Aberdeen, Arthur Mills, and Henry Harland visited me. A. M.'s hair is quite white. It was only iron grey when we last met, thirteen years ago. June 22. Mrs. Brooke Herford wrote to ask me to come out this afternoon to meet Mrs. Humphry Ward. The Albert Hall performance very interesting. Lord Aberdeen sent his carriage for us. My seat was next to that of the Countess, who appeared in a very f
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