The Letters of Margaret Fuller: 1839-41Cornell University Press, 1983 - 278 pages This second volume publishes all of Margaret Fuller's letters written from 1839 to 1841--the years in which she first began to achieve fame as a writer and an editor. Addressed to such eminent figures as Ralph Waldo Emerson, Henry David Thoreau, William H. Channing, Elizabeth Peabody, and Frederic H. hedge as well as to Fuller's family and intimate friends, these letters record the years of her involvement in the Transcendentalist Club--a group of liberal clergymen and writers who gathered to discuss theology, literature, and philosophy. In 1839 the Club decided to found a magazine, The Dial; Fuller became the editor, and at last she had a forum for her innovative views of literature and of literary criticism. These are also the years of her famous "conversations" for women--weekly discussions of mythology which were attended by twenty-five of the most prominent women in the area. The letters chronicle the most emotionally turbulent period in her life. In the course of little more than a year she was rejected by the man she loved, Samuel G. Ward, who then married her close friend Anna Barker; she was rebuffed by Emerson as well; and she underwent a profound religious experience that she felt changed her life. |
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... beautiful thoughts about the bread and wine which some day " I may tell you . -- If I do not now respond to your letter in words , I do with my heart . I do consider you worthy to be my friend . You are yet to be tried , there is ...
... beautiful Nature , beautiful books , beautiful pictures , beautiful engravings , and retirement and leisure to enjoy and use them . My mind flows on its natural current and I feel that I have earned this beautiful episode in my Crusade ...
... beautiful mood was from a state of health.— It is quite the same as if I had died and the spirit had put on a new elastic form without losing one of its memories . Yet every thought is fragrant with the new sweetness . It is like rising ...