Letters to an American Family
This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1904. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... TO AN AMERICAN FAMILY i Tremont, More...
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This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1904. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... TO AN AMERICAN FAMILY i Tremont, Mass.* Tuesday 1852 DEGREES Lots of dollars (1500 already) for the lectures. MY Dear Mrs. Baxter &: This is not the letter at all. This is only to say that I'm going to write a letter tomorrow. I have begun one (I have had ceaseless visitors ever since this morning at 10), but I want to say God bless you God bless you and can hardly see the paper for--for something in my eyes which brings a film over them as I think of you and your great goodness to me. You must let me write to you often and often, won't you? And do the same to me, please. Now will you, and Ton write tomorrow? Poor B. I feel for him now. II Boston, Dec. 22,1852 Wednesday IHAVE put the two letters in the fire which I wrote yesterday--two very fine, long, fond sentimental letters. They were too long and sentimental and fond. A pen that's so practised as mine is, runs on talking and talking; I fancy the people I speak to are sitting with me, and pour out the sense and nonsense, jokes and the contrary, egotisms--whatever comes uppermost. And you know what was uppermost yesterday. My heart was longing and yearning after you, full of love and gratitude for your welcome of me--but the words grew a little too warm. You would n't like me to write letters in that strain. You might like me to write no more; and if you did, I should burst out into a misanthropical rage again. Please to let me write on. Enter Dr. O. W. Holmes half an hour--a dear little fellow, a true poet. I told him how much I liked his verses, and what do you think he did? His eyes began to water. Well, it's a comfort to have given pleasure to that kind soul. . . . And now Interruption No 3, . . . and that is, 1, s, 3 letters from home that have been lying here ever so long I send you one o
William Makepeace Thackeray was born in Calcutta, India, where his father was in service to the East India Company. After the death of his father in 1816, he was sent to England to attend school. Upon reaching college age, Thackeray attended Trinity College, Cambridge, but he left before completing his degree. Instead, he devoted his time to traveling and journalism. Generally considered the most effective satirist and humorist of the mid-nineteenth century, Thackeray moved from humorous journalism to successful fiction with a facility that was partially the result of a genial fictional persona and a graceful, relaxed style. At his best, he held up a mirror to Victorian manners and morals, gently satirizing, with a tone of sophisticated acceptance, the inevitable failure of the individual and of society. He took up the popular fictional situation of the young person of talent who must make his way in the world and dramatized it with satiric directness in The Luck of Barry Lyndon (1844), with the highest fictional skill and appreciation of complexities inherent within the satiric vision in his masterpiece, Vanity Fair (1847), and with a great subtlety of point of view and background in his one historical novel, Henry Esmond (1852). Vanity Fair, a complex interweaving in a vast historical panorama of a large number of characters, derives its title from John Bunyan's Pilgrim's Progress and attempts to invert for satirical purposes, the traditional Christian image of the City of God. Vanity Fair, the corrupt City of Man, remains Thackeray's most appreciated and widely read novel. It contrasts the lives of two boarding-school friends, Becky Sharp and Amelia Smedley. Constantly attuned to the demands of incidental journalism and his sense of professionalism in his relationship with his public, Thackeray wrote entertaining sketches and children's stories and published his humorous lectures on eighteenth-century life and literature. His own fiction shows the influence of his dedication to such eighteenth-century models as Henry Fielding, particularly in his satire, which accepts human nature rather than condemns it and takes quite seriously the applicability of the true English gentleman as a model for moral behavior. Thackeray requested that no authorized biography of him should ever be written, but members of his family did write about him, and these accounts were subsequently published.