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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... leave ) a little piece of S. W's to which I am partial . I do not feel like speaking of myself or my works today so fare well . I am not sure whether I can see you on Wednesday , but if I do will read you two letters one from Charles ...
... leaves did not so much as rustle an answer to his farewell sigh . On and on he went , and came , at last , to a ... leave at last both palm and fountain . So on and on he went , saying to the palm , “ Thou art for another ; ” and to ...
... leave word when he will return . I expect to be in town on Saty and remain till Tuesday , if so shall see Uncle A. on Monday , but you need say nothing to him of it till I come lest there should be some new change Most afftely your ...