A Small Boy and Others

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Of pure unimported strain, however, were Miss Sedgwick and Mrs. Wright (Lavinia D.), the next figures in the procession--the procession that was to wind up indeed with two forei...

Louis De Coppet, though theoretically American and domiciled, was _naturally_ French, and so pressed further home to me that "sense of Europe" to which I feel that my very earli...

The not very glorious smoke of the Mexican War, I note for another touch, had been in the air when I was a still smaller boy, and I have an association with it that hovers betwe...

I keep picking out at hazard those passages of our earliest age that help to reconstruct for me even by tiny touches the experience of our parents, any shade of which seems some...

Those are great words for the daydream of infant ignorance, yet if success in life may perhaps be best defined as the performance in age of some intention arrested in youth I ma...

The truth is doubtless, however, much less in the wealth of my experience than in the tenacity of my impression, the fact that I have lost nothing of what I saw and that though...

The whole question dwells for me in a single small reminiscence, though there are others still: that of my having been sent to bed one evening, in Fourteenth Street, as a very s...

These are glimmering ghosts, though that drama of the scene hard by at which I have glanced gives me back its agents with a finer intensity. For the long action set in, as I hav...

I should have liked completely to express them, in spite of the difficulty--if not indeed just by reason of that; the difficulty of their consisting so much more of "character"...

The principle of this prolonged arrest, which I insist on prolonging a little further, is doubtless in my instinct to grope for our earliest aesthetic seeds. Careless at once an...

There tags itself at any rate to the impression a flutter as of some faint, some recaptured, grimace for another of his kindly offices (which I associate somehow with the deck o...

It is to the Institution Vergnes that my earliest recovery of the sense of being in any degree "educated with" W. J. attaches itself; an establishment which occupied during the...

It works by converting to its uses things vain and unintended, to the great discomposure of their prepared opposites, which it by the same stroke so often reduces to naught; wit...

I lose myself, of a truth, under the whole pressure of the spring of memory proceeding from recent revisitings and recognitions--the action of the fact that time until lately ha...

And yet how can such visions not have paled in the southern glow of the Norcoms, who had lately arrived _en masse_ from Louisville and had improvised a fine old Kentucky home in...

From where on these occasions that subject can have dropped for me I am at a loss to say, and indeed have a strong impression that I didn't at any moment quite know what I was w...

I meet another of these, though I positively try to avoid it, in the sense of a day spent on the great fusty curtained bed, a mediaeval four-poster such as I had never seen, of...

Little else of that Parisian passage remains with me--it was probably of the briefest; I recover only a visit with my father to the Palais de l'Industrie, where the first of the...

We were still being but vaguely "formed," yet it was a vagueness preferred apparently by our parents to the only definiteness in any degree open to us, that of the English schoo...

The afternoons, however, glimmer back to me shamelessly different, for our circle had promptly been joined by the all-knowing and all-imposing Mademoiselle Danse aforesaid, her...

If the see-saw was to have operated indeed for Eugene Delacroix, our next young admiration, though much more intelligently my brother's than mine, that had already taken place a...

Then it was I first beheld that extraordinary veteran of the stage, Mademoiselle Pierson, almost immemorially attached, for later generations, to the Theatre Francais, the span...

There comes to me, in spite of these memories of an extended connection, a sense as of some shrinkage or decline in the _beaux jours_ of the Institution; which seems to have fou...

It was with no such frippery, however, that I connected the occasional presence among us of the young member of the cousinship (in this case of the maternal) who most moved me t...

These images, however, were but drops in the bucket of my sense of catching character, roundabout us, as I say, at every turn and in every aspect; character that began even, as...