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Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To Mrs. S. B. Shaw. (search)
to go with her. Her sister owns a mill, where the Artichoke joins the Merrimack .... Friend Whittier lives about four miles from the mill, across the river. The bridge was being repaired, which ms that I feel a sort of farewell tenderness for the earth, because I am growing old. Friend Whittier and his gentle Quakerly sister seemed delighted to see me, or, rather, he seemed delighted and who fired hot shot at Governor Wise. In the interim, however, I had some cosy chat with Friend Whittier, and it was right pleasant going over our anti-slavery reminiscences. Oh, those were glorious helpers were priests or infidels. That's the service that is pleasing in the sight of God. Whittier made piteous complaints of time wasted and strength exhausted by the numerous loafers who came l, sister, I had hard work to lose him, but I have lost him. But I can never lose a her, said Whittier. The women are more pertinacious than the men; don't thee find 'em so, Maria? I told him I di
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To Miss Henrietta Sargent. (search)
hind the clouds. I have never in my life felt the presence of God as I do at this crisis. The nation is in his hand, and he is purging it by a fiery process. The people would not listen to the warnings and remonstrances of the abolitionists, uttered year after year in every variety of tone, from the gentle exhortations of May and Channing to the scathing rebukes of Garrison; from the close, hard logic of Goodell to the flowing eloquence of Phillips. More than a quarter of a century ago, Whittier's pen of fire wrote on the wall,-- Oh! rouse ye, ere the storm comes forth,-- The gathered wrath of God and man! In vain. The people went on with their feasting and their merchandise, and lo! the storm is upon us Every instance of sending back poor fugitive slaves has cut into my heart like the stab of a bowie-knife, and made me dejected for days ; not only because I pitied the poor wretches who trusted the government in vain, but because I felt that all moral dignity was taken o
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To John G. Whittier. (search)
To John G. Whittier. Wayland, September 10, 1861. Dear friend Whittier,--. .. Nothing on earth has such effect on the popular heart as songs, which the soldiers would take up with enthusiasm, and which it would thereby become the fashion to whistle and sing at the street corners. Old John Brown, Hallelujah! is performing a wonderful mission now. Where the words came from, nobody knows, and the tune is an exciting, spirit-stirring thing, hitherto unknown outside of Methodist conventicles. But it warms up soldiers and boys, and the air is full of it; just as France was of the Marseillaise, whose author was for years unknown. If the soldiers only had a song, to some spirit-stirring tune, proclaiming what they went to fight for, or thought they went to fight for,--for home, country and liberty, and indignantly announcing that they did not go to hunt slaves, to send back to their tyrants poor lacerated workmen who for years had been toiling for the rich without wages; if they had
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To the same. (search)
y would say, He leff de land. At least, so speak all the slaves I have talked with, or whose talk I have seen reported. What a glorious, blessed gift is this gift of song, with which you are so lavishly endowed! Who can calculate its influence, which you exert always for good! My David, who always rejoices over your writings, was especially pleased with the Boat Song, which he prophesies will be sung ere long by thousands of darkies. He bids me say to you that One bugle note from Whittier's pen Is worth at least ten thousand men. So you see that you are at least equal to a major-general in the forces you lead into the field, and your laurels are bloodless. You have of course read The Rejected Stone, >The Rejected Stone; or, Insurrection vs. Resurrection in America by a Native of Virginia. (M. D. Conway.) Boston, 1861. for it is the most powerful utterance the crisis has called forth. God sends us so many great prophets that it seems as if he thought us worth saving;
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To Miss Lucy Osgood. (search)
idea that you shared her aversion to being muched, and so I concluded to let your birthday slide. I dare say, after all, that you were rather pleased with having the anniversary marked by so many kindly memorials. For my part I am delighted to find a few flowers on the mile-stones as I pass along. No matter how simple they are; a buttercup is as good as a japonica; somebody placed it there who remembered I was going by, and that is sufficient. What a blessing it was for that dear good man, S. J. May, to pass away in the full possession of his faculties, and surrounded by such an atmosphere of love and blessing. Friend Whittier, writing to me the other day, says: How many sweet and precious memories I have of my intercourse with him! Where is he now? What is he doing and thinking? Ah me! we beat in vain against the doors of that secret of God! But I am so certain of God's infinite goodness and love, that I think I can trust myself, and all I hold dear, to his love and care.
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), To the same. (search)
To the same. Wayland, 1876. Whittier, in one of his letters to me, expresses himself about your beloved Robert, thus: I know of nothing nobler or grander than the heroic self-sacrifice of young Colonel Shaw. The only regiment I ever looked upon during the war was the 54th, on its departure for the South. I shall never forget the scene. As he rode at the head of his troops, the very flower of grace and chivalry, he seemed to me beautiful and awful as an angel of God come down to lead the host of freedom to victory. I have longed to speak the emotions of that hour, but I dared not, lest I should indirectly give a new impulse to war. For his parents I feel that reverence which belongs to the highest manifestation of devotion to duty and forgetfulness of self, in view of the mighty interests of humanity. There must be a noble pride in their great sorrow. I am sure they would not exchange their dead son for any living one.
Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall), Standard and popular Library books, selected from the catalogue of Houghton, Mifflin and Co. (search)
o, $6.75. Red-Line Edition. Portrait. 12 illustrations. $2.50. Diamond Edition. 18mo, $1.00. Library Edition. Portrait. 32 illustrations. 8vo, $4.00. Prose Works. Cambridge Edition. 2 vols. $4.50. John Woolman's Journal. Introduction by Whittier. $1.50. Child Life in Poetry. Selected by Whittier. Illustrated $2.25. Child Life in Prose. $2.25. Songs of Three Centuries. Selected by J. G. Whittier. Household Edition. 12mo, $2.00. Illustrated Library Edition. 32 illustrationected by Whittier. Illustrated $2.25. Child Life in Prose. $2.25. Songs of Three Centuries. Selected by J. G. Whittier. Household Edition. 12mo, $2.00. Illustrated Library Edition. 32 illustrations. $4.00. Justin Winsor. Reader's Handbook of the American Revolution. 16mo, $1.25. A catalogue containing portraits of many of the above authors, with a description of their works, will be sent free, on application, to any address. Houghton, Mifflin and Company, Boston, Mass.
Francis Jackson Garrison, William Lloyd Garrison, 1805-1879; the story of his life told by his children: volume 1, Chapter 4: editorial Experiments.—1826-1828. (search)
son establishes in Newburyport the free Press, and brings Whittier to light. XVII Although his own political sympathies y office, one day, I observed a letter Ms., Lecture on Whittier. lying near the door, to my address; which, on opening, Idescribed, and that it was written by a Quaker lad, named Whittier, who was daily at work on the shoemaker's bench, with hametained control of it. Two weeks after the publication of Whittier's first poem, a second, in blank verse, entitled The Deity, appeared, with an editorial Underwood's Life of Whittier, p. 396. paragraph declaring that his poetry bore the stamp ous and the presage of future distinction as a poet; and Mr. Whittier has never deemed them worth including in his collected to learn the motive of this unusual call. Is this Friend Whittier? was the inquiry. Yes, he responded. We want to see yol, 1828, he invited subscriptions to a volume of poems by Whittier, which it was proposed to publish at Haverhill in order t
Francis Jackson Garrison, William Lloyd Garrison, 1805-1879; the story of his life told by his children: volume 1, Chapter 5: Bennington and the Journal of the Times—1828-29. (search)
sentimental, or patriotic. Mrs. Hemans continued to be a never-failing source of poetic supply, but only four poems by Whittier appeared, the poet being now engaged in editing the American Manufacturer at Boston, a paper which had been recently ests, he did not regret the experience, as it opened the way to other and more congenial editorial engagements. Our friend Whittier, wrote Mr. Jour. of the Times, Dec. 5, 1828. Garrison, in introducing a poem of his, seems determined to elicit our . Prentice, then conducting the New England Weekly Review at Hartford, in which he was, a year later, to be succeeded by Whittier; but while praising his vigor and independence, Mr. Garrison also criticized the tendency to coarseness which even then 'clock on the afternoon of July 4, Mr. Garrison rose to address an audience which filled Park-Street Church and included Whittier, Goodell, and John Pierpont, whose spirited hymn (With thy pure dews and rains) was ready for the occasion. It was sung
Francis Jackson Garrison, William Lloyd Garrison, 1805-1879; the story of his life told by his children: volume 1, Chapter 7: Baltimore jail, and After.—1830. (search)
d his sentence (N. E. W. Review, May 31, 1830). Prentice soon after resigned his position to Whittier and removed to Louisville, Kentucky, where, as editor of the Journal, he became wholly subservieplied that he had communicated with a friend (Hezekiah Niles) in Baltimore, in compliance with Whittier's request, and had just learned from his correspondent that he had been anticipated, and that t case a worthy one, and to testify thus his appreciation of the support which both Garrison and Whittier had given him in the Journal of the Times and the Boston Manufacturer. He had never seen either of them. Years afterwards he met Whittier in Washington, and asked the poet why he no longer supported him. Whittier frankly replied that he could not support a slaveholder. Clay was pleasant, cWhittier frankly replied that he could not support a slaveholder. Clay was pleasant, cordial, and magnetic in manner. Garrison had nearly completed his seventh week in jail when Lundy received the following letter from a New York merchant, well known for his philanthropy and genero
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