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Colonel William Preston Johnston, The Life of General Albert Sidney Johnston : His Service in the Armies of the United States, the Republic of Texas, and the Confederate States., Chapter 11: Paymaster in United States Army. (search)
the line. After the patient labor of at least half an hour, he succeeded in righting his tackle, put on another hook and minnow, and threw out to tempt another bite. In the mean time, I watched his motions, very much amused at the mishap, but said nothing. He made no exclamation of impatience, and exhibited no emotion. I then remarked: General, although you are not a member of the Church, I believe you are a better Christian than myself in one respect-you are more patient. If old Izaak Walton himself had lost that fish after such a tussle, and lost his hook with him, and tied up his tackle in that way, he might not have cursed the fish or his luck, but I think he would have said something spiteful, and have felt a little blasphemous. He replied: I have long since learned, sir, by experience, that it is best never to get excited about anything; for in a fit of excitement very sensible men are apt to do or say something rash or foolish, for which they may have to repent in a co
Francis Jackson Garrison, William Lloyd Garrison, 1805-1879; the story of his life told by his children: volume 4, Chapter 10: death of Mrs. Garrison.—final visit to England.—1876, 1877. (search)
leasant hours with Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Crosfield. his friends, the Crosfields, Mr. Garrison went to Manchester for five days, enjoying the society of his hosts, June 6-11, 1877. Dr. Louis Borchardt and family, and of the Steinthals, Rev. S. A. Steinthal. and other friends. Thence he made a trip through Derbyshire, visiting Chatsworth and Edensor, and spending June 11. a day or two amid the lovely scenery about Mayfield and June 12, 13. Ashbourne, and at Dovedale, the favorite haunt of Izaak Walton, whither his friend and host, Joseph Simpson, drove him. At Oxford he was too late to see the throngs June 14-16. of graduation week, but enjoyed all the more the summer quiet of the fine old town, to which this was his first visit. He declined the urgent invitation of Prof. Jowett, who was Benjamin Jowett. just starting for London, to occupy his apartments at Balliol College, but accepted the services of his secretary as guide through the several colleges, and subsequently spent an ag
Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 3, Chapter 38: repeal of the Missouri Compromise.—reply to Butler and Mason.—the Republican Party.—address on Granville Sharp.—friendly correspondence.—1853-1854. (search)
ull assurance; and to live for that future, to strive for it, with the eye ever fixed upon it, seems to me the only thing which can worthily tempt a person into public life. But I speak of things familiar to you; though, while the Senate proses, there is a pleasure in drawing about one these pleasant memories. To Louis Agassiz, October 10:— This forenoon, walking through the market, I stopped, as is my custom, at the fish stall, particularly to take a look at the eel, which old Izaak Walton calls the Helena of fishes, and also to enjoy the various stripes on the backs of the mackerel, when my attention was arrested by a small fish which I at first took to be a flounder, but which I soon saw differed from anything fishy within my experience. On inquiry I was told that it was caught yesterday by a net in the Mystic River; and that though a large number of persons, amounting, it was said, even to a thousand, had seen it, nobody knew what it was, or had ever seen anything like
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Carlyle's laugh and other surprises, VII: Henry David Thoreau (search)
man's death, it comes pretty near to a permanent fame. It is true that Thoreau had Emerson as the editor of four of his posthumous volumes; but it is also true that he had against him the vehement voice of Lowell, whose influence as a critic was at that time greater than Emerson's. It will always remain a puzzle why it was that Lowell, who had reviewed Thoreau's first book with cordiality in the Massachusetts Quarterly Review, and had said to me afterwards, on hearing him compared to Izaak Walton, There is room for three or four Waltons in Thoreau, should have written the really harsh attack on the latter which afterwards appeared, and in which the plain facts were unquestionably perverted. To transform Thoreau's two brief years of study and observation at Walden, within two miles of his mother's door, into a life-long renunciation of his fellow men; to complain of him as waiving all interest in public affairs when the great crisis of John Brown's execution had found him far more
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Carlyle's laugh and other surprises, chapter 16 (search)
r for nine months with Captain Boutelle, his brother-in-law, on board Admiral DuPont's dispatch-boat. In August, 1863, he entered the publishing house of Little, Brown & Co., nominally as clerk, but with the promise that in eighteen months, when the existing partnership would end, he should be taken into the firm, which accordingly took place in 1865. The fourth edition of his Familiar quotations, always growing larger, had meanwhile been published by them, as well as an edition de luxe of Walton's Complete Angler, in the preparation of which he made an especial and exceptionally fine collection of works on angling, which he afterwards presented to the Harvard College Library. His activity in the Waltonian sport is also commemorated in Lowell's poem, To Mr. John Bartlett, who had sent me a seven-pound trout. He gave to the Library at the same time another collection of books containing Proverbs, and still another on Emblems. After his becoming partner in the firm, the literary,
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, The new world and the new book, XXIV (search)
their chairs or put their feet upon the table. Mr. Howells, for instance, has his defects, and may be proceeding, just now, upon a theory too narrow; but it is impossible to deny that he recognizes the minor morals of literary art. His sentences hold well together; he does not gush, does not straggle, gives no passages of mere twaddle. He does not, like William Black, catch the same salmon over again so many times in a single story, and with such ever-increasing fulness of detail, that Izaak Walton himself would at last be bored into an impulse of forbearance; he does not, like Clark Russell, keep his heroine for nearly a year running about half-clothed over scorching rocks upon a tropical island, and then go into raptures over the dazzling whiteness of her bosom. So in the use of language, Howells does not, like Hardy, write tactical observation where he means tactful; or, like Haggard, say those sort of reflections. It is a curious thing that on the very points where America for
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, The new world and the new book, Index (search)
Town and gown, 161. Tracy, Uriah, 46. Transcendental school, the, 8. Translators, American, 144. Travers, W. R., 82. Trench, R. C., 57. Trollope, Frances, 24. Tupper, M. F., 98. Twain, Mark, see Clemens. Tyndall, John, 22. U, V. Urquhart, David, 208, 209. Vestris, M., 83. Virgil, 99, 171, 217. Voltaire, F. M. A. de, 52, 53, 83, 187, 189 Von Holst, H. E., 32. W. Wagner, Richard, 16. Wallace, H. B., 51. Wallace, Lew, 67. Walpole, Horace, 135, 210. Walton, Izaak, 202. Walworth, M. T., 198, 200. Ward, Artemus, 59. Warner, C. D., 2. 72. Washington, George, 112, 155. Wasson, D. A., v., 103. Weapons of precision, 192. Webb, R. D., 29. Webster, Daniel, 155, 224. Weiss, John, 104. Weller, Sam, 182. Westminster Abbey of a book catalogue, 152. White, J. Blanco, 98. Whitman, Walt, 58, 67, 100. Whittier, J. G., 25, 60, 62, 66. Wieland, C. M., 90. Wilde, Oscar, 93. William the Silent, 6. Willis, N. P., 27, 28, 29, 93. Wilkins, Ma
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 1. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Narrative and legendary poems (search)
inst the horizon of the north, Like summer thunder-clouds, we made our home: And while the mist hung over dripping hills, And the cold wind-driven rain-drops all day long Beat their sad music upon roof and pane, We strove to cheer our gentle invalid. The lawyer in the pauses of the storm Went angling down the Saco, and, returning, Recounted his adventures and mishaps; Gave us the history of his scaly clients, Mingling with ludicrous yet apt citations Of barbarous law Latin, passages From Izaak Walton's Angler, sweet and fresh As the flower-skirted streams of Staffordshire, There, under aged trees, the southwest wind Of soft June mornings fanned the thin, white hair Of the sage fisher. And, if truth be told, Our youthful candidate forsook his sermons, His commentaries, articles and creeds, For the fair page of human loveliness, The missal of young hearts, whose sacred text Is music, its illumining, sweet smiles. He sang the songs she loved; and in his low, Deep, earnest voice, recite
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 6. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Old portraits and modern Sketches (search)
ome great prelate of the grove; Then, languishing at ease, I toss On pallets thick with velvet moss; While the wind, cooling through the boughs, Flatters with air my panting brows. Thanks for my rest, ye mossy banks! And unto you, cool zephyrs, thanks! Who, as my hair, my thoughts too shed, And winnow from the chaff my head. How safe, methinks, and strong behind These trees have I encamped my mind! Here is a picture of a piscatorial idler and his trout stream, worthy of the pencil of Izaak Walton:— See in what wanton harmless folds It everywhere the meadow holds: Where all things gaze themselves, and doubt If they be in it or without; And for this shade, which therein shines Narcissus-like, the sun too pines. Oh! what a pleasure 't is to hedge My temples here in heavy sedge; Abandoning my lazy side, Stretched as a bank unto the tide; Or, to suspend my sliding foot On the osier's undermining root, And in its branches tough to hang, While at my lines the fishes twang. A l
George Bancroft, History of the Colonization of the United States, Vol. 1, 17th edition., Chapter VI (search)
overed land. Various were the employments by which the calmness of life was relieved. George Sandys, an idle man, who had been a great traveller, and who did not remain in America, a poet, whose verse was tolerated by Dryden and praised by Izaak Walton, beguiled the ennui of his seclusion by translating the whole of Ovid's Metamorphoses. Rymer, XVIII. 676, 677. Walton's Hooker, 32. To the man of leisure, the chase furnished a perpetual resource. It was not long before the horse was multWalton's Hooker, 32. To the man of leisure, the chase furnished a perpetual resource. It was not long before the horse was multiplied in Virginia; and to improve that noble animal was early an object of pride, soon to be favored by legislation. Speed was especially valued; and the planter's pace became a proverb. Equally proverbial was the hospitality of the Virginians. Labor was valuable; land was cheap; competence promptly followed industry. There was no need of a scramble; abundance gushed from the earth for all. The morasses were alive with water-fowl; the creeks abounded with oysters, heaped together in inexh
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