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In 1852 there was published a Memoir of Margaret Fuller Ossoli, in which Emerson, James Freeman Clarke, and William Henry Channing each took a part.
The "Sartor" was at last, in 1833-1834, printed in Fraser's Magazine, meeting no appreciation in England, but very enthusiastically received by Emerson, Channing, Ripley, and a group of advanced thinkers in New England, through whose efforts it was published here in book form. And so, in spite of timid London publishers, it drifted back to London and a slow-growing fame.
Channing, who happened to preach that morning for the first time in a very long interval. To return to Boston.
Tod Yorke came leaping up in delight. "Oh, wasn't it good! The young one " "Hold your noise, Tod! They are saying he's dead." "Who's dead?" wondered Tod. "Charley Channing. A college boy was found in the river, drowned." "Oh, that be hanged!" exclaimed Tod, half in mocking disbelief, half in awful fear. "It can't be, you know. Who says it?" "There's seven!
He was a disciple of Channing and an abolitionist, and, though he never made the slightest attempt to proselyte any of his scholars, the very atmosphere of the school made sectarian bigotry impossible. As to my general education outside the school I browsed about as best I could. My passion in those days was for machinery, and, above all, for steam machinery.
She's got the idea somehow that her father mayn't live till she comes home. We can't do a thing with her. Oh, do come and see if you can't show her how absurd it is to do such a thing!" "Going back!" Miles Channing seized Rosalie's arm. "Where is she? Why, she can't go back; the ship's all but casting off. What on earth is the matter with her?
The officer looked after him, and what he saw caused him to reach under the counter for a tin cup and a bottle of lime-juice. "Here," he said, "drink this. What's the matter with you fever? Come in here out of that sun. You can lie down on my cot, if you like." Channing took the tin cup and swallowed a warm mixture of boiled water and acrid lime-juice.
The other three seniors, attracted by the scene, came back, and waited with Gaunt. By that time the calm was being ruffled by low murmurings, and certain distinct words came from more than one of the groups. "What do you say?" burst forth Tom Channing, darting forward as the words caught his ear. "You, Jackson! speak up; what is it?"
Jerry and Una, their backs being turned, were so absorbed in their conversation that they did not hear the rustle of footsteps, but when I rose they glanced at me and saw my face. I would have liked to have spirited them away, but it was too late. I made out the visitors now, Marcia, Phil Laidlaw, Sarah Carew and Channing Lloyd.
His father was a man of decided character, social, vivacious, witty, a lover of books, and himself not unknown as a writer, being the author of one or more of the well remembered "Jack Downing" letters. He was fond of having the boys read to him from such authors as Channing and Irving, and criticised their way of reading with discriminating judgment and taste. Mrs.
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