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Title: William Wetmore Story and his friends : from letters, diaries, and recollections
Year: 1903 (1900s)
Authors: James, Henry, 1843-1916
Subjects: Story, William Wetmore, 1819-1895
Publisher: Boston : Houghton, Mifflin
Contributing Library: Getty Research Institute
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ialnewness of America. I cannot forget my delightand awe at Havre. But Genoa is more than acontinent of Havres. They tell me also that youseem to enjoy what you see. That is right.Cultivate the habit. You remember Smelfungusin Sternes Sentimental Journey, who quarrelledwith all he saw, and finally fell foul of the Venusin the Tribune as a very drab ? But you will notbe Smelfungus. ... I think that you and E.must return soon to keep E. E. right. He isstiffening and hardening into a staunch OldWhig, and talks of regular nominations andvoting the regular ticket. He seems to beinspired with an exalted idea of a combination A WORD FROM SUMNER 89 to which I am entirely indifferent, the unitedWhig party. Like Mr Webster, he sees nostar in the heavens but Whiggery. What adark place this would be if there were noother lights. . . . Tidings come constantly ofEmersons successes in England. An article in Blackwood and a very elaborate criticism inthe Revue des Deux Mondes place him withMontaigne.
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III. THE SIEGE OF KOME. Story and his wife were meanwhile launched inthe old Rome of the old order, the Rome of whichthe rough hand of history has so grievously de-prived the merely modern pilgrim, but which tothose still able to cherish, from years now distant,some memory of the comparatively inviolate scene,shows, in the light of their youth, a face inex-pressibly romantic. I can remember but the lastwinter before the deluge, and only a portion ofthat; but it was at this time that, as if fore-knowing the great assault to be suffered andthe great change to be wrought, the sorceress ofthe seven hills gathered herself up, for her lastappearance, her last performance, as it were,in her far-spreading, far-shining mantle. The(Ecumenical Council of 1869, whatever otherhigh matters it settled or failed to settle, wasthe making at least of a perpetual many-colouredpicture—the vast, rich canvas in which Italian 94 THE SIEGE OF ROME unity was, as we may say, to punch a hole thathas never bee

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