. Kings of the platform and pulpit ... : personal reminiscences and anecdotes of noted Americans. write Im going toget you to write. Again he wrote in 1863: Dear Cael:—You and I will get out a book next spring, which will knock spotsout of all comic books in ancient or modem history. And the fact that you are goingto take hold of it convinces me that you have one of the most massive intellects ofthis or any other epoch. Yours, my pretty gazelle, A. Uaed. When Charles F. Browne died he did not belong to America,for, as with Irving and Dickens, the English language claimed alone did n
. Kings of the platform and pulpit ... : personal reminiscences and anecdotes of noted Americans. write Im going toget you to write. Again he wrote in 1863: Dear Cael:—You and I will get out a book next spring, which will knock spotsout of all comic books in ancient or modem history. And the fact that you are goingto take hold of it convinces me that you have one of the most massive intellects ofthis or any other epoch. Yours, my pretty gazelle, A. Uaed. When Charles F. Browne died he did not belong to America,for, as with Irving and Dickens, the English language claimed alone did not suffer when the currentof Diogenes wit flowedon to death. Spain alone did not mourn when Cervantes, dying,left Don Quixote the knight of la Mancha. When Charles Lambceased to tune the great heart of humanity to joy and gladness, hisfuneral was in every English and American household, and whenCharles Browne took up his resting place in the sombershades of Kensal Green, jesting ceased, and one great Anglo-Amer-ican heart, Like a mufHed drum went beating Funeral marches to his 1 I ^?1 1
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