Sunny Memories in Foreign Lands

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Cosimo, Inc., Jul 1, 2006 - Travel - 400 pages
If there be characters and scenes that that seem drawn with too bright a pencil, the reader will consider that, after all, there are many worse sins than a disposition to think and speak well of one's neighbors. Following the remarkable success of Uncle Tom's Cabin, Harriet Beecher Stowe made three tours to England and Europe, which inspired the two-volume set, Sunny Memories in Foreign Lands.Both volumes are a series of letters, some written on the spot - some after the author's return home - of impressions as they arose, of her most agreeable visits to England, France, Switzerland, Germany, and Belgium during the first half of the nineteenth century. Volume I contains delightful letters from Stowe's travels throughout Liverpool, Lancashire, Dumbarton Castle, Aberdeen, Warwick, Birmingham including an extensive assortment of letters from London.Best known for her pivotal novel, Uncle Tom's Cabin, HARRIET BEECHER STOWE (1811-1896) will be remembered for helping frame the institution of slavery into a moral issue. Born in New England, this daughter of a Congregationalist minister authored more than two-dozen books, fiction and non-fiction.

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Page 158 - Tom at last agrees, on reflection, to " take his honor's advice " about the management of his honor's own property. Here, between master and man, both freemen, is all that beauty of relation sometimes erroneously considered as the peculiar charm of slavery. Would it have made the relation any more picturesque and endearing had Tom been stripped of legal rights, and made liable to sale with the books and furniture of Abbotsford ? Poor Tom is sleeping here very quietly, with a smooth coverlet of green...
Page 56 - Ah ! it's a brave kirk — nane o' yere whig-maleeries and curliewurlies and open-steek hems about it — a' solid, weel-jointed mason-wark, that will stand as lang as the warld, keep hands and gun-powther aff it. It had amaist a doun-come lang syne at the Reformation, when they pu'd doun the kirks of St. Andrews and Perth, and thereawa, to cleanse them o...
Page 217 - First, I commend my soul into the hands of God my creator, hoping, and assuredly believing, through the only merits of Jesus Christ my Saviour, to be made partaker of life everlasting; and my body to the earth whereof it is made.
Page 206 - Swinging slow with sullen roar ; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Page 93 - Boom,' a vaulted apartment, garnished with stags' antlers and similar trophies of the chase, and said by tradition to be the spot of Malcolm's murder, and I had an idea of the vicinity of the castle chapel, In spite of the truth of history, the whole night scene in Macbeth's castle rushed at once upon my mind, and struck my imagination more forcibly than even when I have seen its terrors represented by the late John Kemble and his inimitable sister.
Page 218 - The latter part of his life was spent, as all men of good sense will wish theirs may be, in ease, retirement, and the conversation of his friends. He had the good fortune to gather an estate equal to his occasion, and, in that, to his wish; and is said to have spent some years before his death at his native Stratford. His pleasurable wit and...
Page 72 - The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown ' That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me ! " LINES, SENT TO SIR JOHN WHITEFORD, OF WHITEFORD, BART.
Page 206 - And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecate's team, From the presence of the sun, Following darkness like a dream...
Page 54 - What went ye out for to see? a reed shaken with the wind?" In fact, I was so worn out, that I could hardly walk through the building.

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