Reminiscences, 1819-1899

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Houghton, Mifflin, 1900 - Authors - 465 pages
 

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Page 256 - The disciple is not above his master, nor the servant above his lord. It is enough for the disciple that he be as his master, and the servant as his lord.
Page 274 - I went to bed that night as usual, and slept, according to my wont, quite soundly. I awoke in the gray of the morning twilight ; and as I lay waiting for the dawn, the long lines of the desired poem began to twine themselves in my mind. Having thought out all the stanzas, I said to myself, " I must get up and write these verses down, lest I fall asleep again and forget them.
Page 241 - W/HAT shall we do now, Mary being dead, Or say or write that shall express the half? What can we do but pillow that fair head, And let the Spring-time write her epitaph! — As it will soon, in snowdrop, violet, Wind-flower and columbine and maiden's tear; Each letter of that pretty alphabet, That spells in flowers the pageant of the year. She was a maiden for a man to love; She was a woman for a husband's life; One that has learned to value, far above The name of love, the sacred name of wife. Her...
Page 141 - And here the question will recur to you, (for I doubt not it has occurred a dozen times already), can nothing be done to disinter this human soul ? It is late, but perhaps not too late. The whole neighborhood would rush to save this woman if she were buried alive by the caving in of a pit, and labor with zeal until she inert dug out.
Page 273 - I thought of the women of my acquaintance whose sons or husbands were fighting our great battle ; the women themselves serving in the hospitals, or busying themselves with the work of the Sanitary Commission. My husband, as already said, was beyond the age of military service, my eldest son but a stripling ; my youngest was a child of not more than two years. I could not leave my nursery to follow the march of our armies, neither had I the practical deftness which the preparing and packing of sanitary...
Page 275 - I like this better than most things that I have written." The poem, which was soon after published in the Atlantic Monthly, [February, 1862] was somewhat praised on its appearance, but the vicissitudes of the war so engrossed public attention that small heed was taken of literary matters. I knew and was content to know that the poem soon found its way to the camps, as I heard from time to time of its being sung in chorus by the soldiers.
Page 259 - I owed to my country and myself never to give my suffrage to a candidate for a seat in the Congress of the United States, unless I was convinced that his political sentiments were congenial with those he represented, and that he would speak and do the will of his constituents; and being now informed that you are a candidate for the honor of representing the citizens of the State of Tennessee, in the representative branch...
Page 282 - I did indeed hear at these meetings much that pained and even irritated me. The disposition to seek outside the limits of Christianity for all that is noble and inspiring in religious culture, and to recognize especially within these limits the superstition and intolerance which have been the bane of all religions — this disposition, which was frequently manifested both in the essays presented and in their discussion, offended not only my affections, but also my sense of justice.
Page 271 - Howe, you must speak to my men." Feeling my utter inability to do this, I ran away and tried to hide myself in one of the hospital tents. Colonel Greene twice found me and brought me back to his piazza, where at last I stood, and told as well as I could how glad I was to meet the brave defenders of our cause, and how constantly they were in my thoughts.
Page 275 - So with a sudden effort I sprang out of bed and found in the dimness an old stump of a pen which I remembered to have used the day before. I scrawled the verses almost without looking at the paper. I had learned to do this when, on previous occasions, attacks of versification had visited me in the night and I feared to have recourse to a light lest I should wake the baby, who slept near me. I was always obliged to decipher my scrawl before another night should intervene, as it was only legible while...

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