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The Greater Journey andlt;link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="../styles/9781416576891.css"andgt; andlt;h3 andgt;andlt;a id="page_3"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;andlt;a id="ch01"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;andlt;Bandgt;andlt;smallandgt;CHAPTER ONEandlt;/smallandgt;andlt;/Bandgt;andlt;/h3andgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;img src="../images/line1.jpg" alt="Image"andgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;h3 andgt;Tandlt;smallandgt;HEandlt;/smallandgt; Wandlt;smallandgt;AYandlt;/smallandgt; Oandlt;smallandgt;VERandlt;/smallandgt;andlt;/h3andgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;Iandgt;The thought of going abroad makes my heart leap.andlt;/Iandgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8212;andlt;smallandgt;CHARLES SUMNERandlt;/smallandgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;h3 andgt;andlt;Bandgt;Iandlt;/Bandgt;andlt;/h3andgt; andlt;BRandgt;They spoke of it then as the dream of a lifetime, and for many, for all the difficulties and setbacks encountered, it was to be one of the best times ever.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;They were the first wave of talented, aspiring Americans bound for Paris in what, by the 1830s, had become steadily increasing numbers. They were not embarking in any diplomatic or official capacityand#8212;not as had, say, Benjamin Franklin or John Adams or Thomas Jefferson, in earlier days. Neither were they in the employ of a manufacturer or mercantile concern. Only one, a young writer, appears to have been in anybodyand#8217;s pay, and in his case it was a stipend from a New York newspaper. They did not see themselves as refugees or self-imposed exiles from an unacceptable homeland. Nor should they be pictured as traveling for pleasure only, or in expectation of making some sort of social splash abroad.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;They had other purposesand#8212;quite specific, serious pursuits in nearly every case. Their hopes were high. They were ambitious to excel in work that mattered greatly to them, and they saw time in Paris, the experience of Paris, as essential to achieving that dreamand#8212;though, to be sure, andlt;a id="page_4"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;as James Fenimore Cooper observed when giving his reasons for needing time in Paris, there was always the possibility of and#8220;a little pleasure concealed in the bottom of the cup.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;They came from Boston, New York, Philadelphia, Ohio, North Carolina, Louisiana, nearly all of the twenty-four states that then constituted their country. With few exceptions, they were well educated and reasonably well off, or their parents were. Most, though not all, were single men in their twenties, and of a variety of shapes and sizes. Oliver Wendell Holmes, as an example, was a small, gentle, smiling Bostonian who looked even younger than his age, which was twenty-five. His height, as he acknowledged good-naturedly, was five feet three inches and#8220;when standing in a pair of substantial boots.and#8221; By contrast, his friend Charles Sumner, who was two years younger, stood a gaunt six feet two, and with his sonorous voice and serious brow appeared beyond his twenties.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;A few, a half dozen or so, were older than the rest by ten years or more, and they included three who had already attained considerable reputation. The works of James Fenimore Cooper, and especially andlt;Iandgt;The Last of the Mohicansandlt;/Iandgt;, had made him the best-known American novelist ever. Samuel F. B. Morse was an accomplished portrait painter. Emma Willard, founder of Emma Willardand#8217;s Troy Female Seminary, was the first woman to have taken a public stand for higher education for American women.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Importantly also, each of these three had played a prominent part in the triumphant return to the United States of the Marquis de Lafayette in 1824. Cooper had helped organize the stupendous welcome given Lafayette on his arrival in New York. Morse had painted Lafayetteand#8217;s portrait for the City of New York, and a visit to Emma Willardand#8217;s school at Troy had been a high point of Lafayetteand#8217;s tour of the Hudson Valley. All three openly adored the old hero, and a desire to see him again had figured in each of their decisions to sail for France.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Cooper had departed well ahead of the others, in 1826, when he was thirty-seven, and had taken with him his wife and five children ranging in age from two to thirteen, as well as a sixteen-year-old nephew. For a whole family to brave the North Atlantic in that day was highly unusual, and especially with children so young. and#8220;My dear mother was rather alarmed andlt;a id="page_5"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;at the idea,and#8221; the oldest of them, Sue, would remember. According to Cooper, they were bound for Europe in the hope of improving his healthand#8212;his stomach and spleen had and#8220;got entirely out of trimand#8221;and#8212;but also to benefit the childrenand#8217;s education.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;As their ship set sail from New York, a man on board a passing vessel, recognizing Cooper, called out, and#8220;How long do you mean to be absent?and#8221; and#8220;Five years,and#8221; Cooper answered. and#8220;You will never come back,and#8221; the man shouted. It was an exchange Cooper was never to forget.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Morse, who had suffered the sudden death of his wife, sailed alone late in 1829, at age thirty-eight, leaving his three young children in the care of relatives.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Emma Hart Willard, a widow in her late forties, was setting off in spite of the common understanding that the rigors of a voyage at sea were unsuitable for a woman of refinement, unless unavoidable, and certainly not without an appropriate companion. She, however, saw few limitations to what a woman could do and had built her career on the premise. Her doctor had urged the trip in response to a spell of poor healthand#8212;sea air had long been understood to have great curative effect for almost anything that ailed oneand#8212;but it would seem she needed little persuading.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;In addition to establishing and running her school, Mrs. Willard had written textbooks on geography and history. Her andlt;Iandgt;History of the United States, or Republic of Americaandlt;/Iandgt; had proven sufficiently profitable to make her financially independent. She was a statuesque woman of and#8220;classic featuresand#8221;and#8212;a Roman nose gave her a particularly strong profileand#8212;and in her role as a schoolmistress, she dressed invariably in the finest black silk or satin, her head crowned with a white turban. and#8220;She was a splendid looking woman, then in her prime, and fully realized my idea of a queen,and#8221; remembered one of her students. and#8220;Do your best and your best will be growing better,and#8221; Mrs. Willard was fond of telling them.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Leaving the school in the care of her sister, she boarded her ship for France accompanied by her twenty-year-old son John, ready to face whatever lay ahead. To see Europe at long last, to expand her knowledge that way, was her and#8220;lifeand#8217;s wish,and#8221; and she was determined to take in all she possibly could in the time allotted, to benefit not only herself and her students, but the women of her country.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;a id="page_6"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;Oliver Wendell Holmesand#8212;Wendell as he was knownand#8212;was also going in serious pursuit of learning. A graduate of Harvard and a poet, he had already attained fame with his and#8220;Old Ironsides,and#8221; a poetic tribute to the USS andlt;Iandgt;Constitutionandlt;/Iandgt; that had helped save the historic ship from the scrap heap:andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;Iandgt;Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!andlt;/Iandgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;Iandgt;Long has it waved on high,andlt;/Iandgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;Iandgt;And many an eye has danced to seeandlt;/Iandgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;Iandgt;That banner in the sky;andlt;/Iandgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;Iandgt;Beneath it rung the battle shout,andlt;/Iandgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;Iandgt;And burst the cannonand#8217;s roar;and#8212;andlt;/Iandgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;Iandgt;The meteor of the ocean airandlt;/Iandgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;Iandgt;Shall sweep the clouds no more.andlt;/Iandgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;He had and#8220;tasted the intoxicating pleasure of authorship,and#8221; as he would write, but feeling unsuited for a literary life only, he had tried law school for a year, then switched to medicine. It was to complete his medical training that he, with several other young men from Boston, set off for Paris, then widely regarded as the worldand#8217;s leading center of medicine and medical training.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Among the others were James Jackson, Jr., and Jonathan Mason Warren, the sons of Bostonand#8217;s two most prominent physicians, James Jackson and John Collins Warren, who had founded the Massachusetts General Hospital. For both these young men, going to Paris was as much the heartand#8217;s desire of their fathers as it was their own.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Wendell Holmes, on the other hand, had to overcome the strong misgivings of a preacher father for whom the expense of it all would require some sacrifice and who worried exceedingly over what might become of his sonand#8217;s morals in such a notoriously licentious place as Paris. But the young man had persisted. If he was to be and#8220;anything better than a rural dispenser of pills and powders,and#8221; he said, he needed at least two years in the Paris hospitals. Besides, he craved relief from the and#8220;samenessand#8221; of his life and the weight of Calvinism at home. Recalling the upbringing he, his sisters, and his brother had received, Holmes later wrote, and#8220;We learned andlt;a id="page_7"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;nominally that we were a set of little fallen wretches, exposed to the wrath of God by the fact of that existence which we could not help. I do not think we believed a word of it. and#8230;and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Charles Sumner had closed the door on a nascent Boston law practice and borrowed $3,000 from friends to pursue his scholarly ambitions on his own abroad. As a boy in school, he had shown little sign of a brilliant career. At Harvard he had been well-liked but far from distinguished as a scholar. Mathematics utterly bewildered him. (Once, when a professor besieged him with questions, Sumner pleaded no knowledge of mathematics. and#8220;Mathematics! Mathematics!and#8221; the professor exclaimed. and#8220;Donand#8217;t you know the difference? This is not andlt;Iandgt;mathematicsandlt;/Iandgt;. This is andlt;Iandgt;physicsandlt;/Iandgt;.and#8221;) But Sumner was an ardent reader, and in law school something changed. He became, as said, and#8220;an indefatigable and omnivorous student,and#8221; his eyes and#8220;inflamed by late reading.and#8221; And he had not slackened since. From boyhood he had longed to see Europe. He was determined to learn to speak French and to attend as many lectures as possible by the celebrated savants at the College of the Sorbonne.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Such ardent love of learning was also accompanied by the possibility of practical advantages. Only a few years earlier, Sumnerand#8217;s friend Henry Wadsworth Longfellow had returned from a sojourn in Europe with a sufficient proficiency in French, Spanish, Italian, and German to be offered, at age twenty-eight, a professorship of modern languages at Harvard, an opportunity that changed his life.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;The thought of going abroad makes my heart leap,and#8221; Sumner wrote. and#8220;I feel, when I commune with myself about it, as when dwelling on the countenance and voice of a lovely girl. I am in love with andlt;Iandgt;Europaandlt;/Iandgt;.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;There were as well artists and writers headed for Paris who were no less ambitious to learn, to live and work in the company of others of like mind and aspiration, inspired by great teachers and in a vibrant atmosphere of culture far beyond anything available at home.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Even someone as accomplished as Samuel Morse deemed Paris essential. Morse had been painting since his college years at Yale and at the age of twenty-eight was commissioned to do a portrait of President James Monroe. In 1822 he had undertaken on his own to paint the House of Representatives in session, a subject never attempted before. When, in andlt;a id="page_8"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;1825, he was chosen to paint for the City of New York a full-length portrait of Lafayette during the generaland#8217;s visit, his career reached a new plateau. He had followed Lafayette to Washington, where Lafayette agreed to several sittings. Morse was exultant. But then without warning his world had collapsed. Word came of the death of his wife, Lucretia, three weeks after giving birth to their third child. Shattered, inconsolable, he felt as he never had before that his time was running short and that for the sake of his work he must get to Paris.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;He needed Paris, he insisted. and#8220;My education as a painter is incomplete without it.and#8221; He was weary of doing portraits and determined to move beyond that, to be a history painter in the tradition of such American masters as Benjamin West and John Trumbull. On his passport, lest there be any misunderstanding, he wrote in the space for occupation, and#8220;historical painter.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;For a much younger, still struggling, and little known artist like George P. A. Healy of Boston, Paris was even more the promised land. While Morse longed to move beyond portraits, young Healy had his heart set on that alone. He was the oldest of the five children of a Catholic father and a Protestant mother. Because his father, a sea captain, had difficulty making ends meet, he had been his motherand#8217;s and#8220;right hand manand#8221; through boyhood, helping every way he could. At some point, his fatherand#8217;s portrait had been done by no one less than Gilbert Stuart, and his grandmother, his motherand#8217;s mother, had painted and#8220;quite prettilyand#8221; in watercolors. But not until he was sixteen had the boy picked up a brush. Once started, he had no wish to stop.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Small in stature, and#8220;terribly timid,and#8221; as he said, and an unusually hard worker for someone his age, he had a way about him that was different from others and appealing, and for someone with no training, his talent was clearly exceptional.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;When the friendly proprietor of a Boston bookstore agreed to put one of his early efforts in the windowand#8212;a copy Healy had made of a print of andlt;Iandgt;Ecce Homoandlt;/Iandgt; by the seventeenth-century Italian master Guido Reniand#8212;a Catholic priest bought it for $10, a fortune to the boy. At age eighteen, he received his first serious encouragement from an accomplished artist, Thomas Sully, who upon seeing some of his canvases told him he should andlt;a id="page_9"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;make painting his profession. and#8220;Little Healy,and#8221; as he was called, rented a studio and began doing portraits. He would paint anyone willing to sit for him. Mainly he painted his own portrait, again and again.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Most important, the beautiful Sally Foster Otis, the wife of Senator Harrison Gray Otis and the acknowledged and#8220;queen of Boston society,and#8221; agreed to sit for her portrait after Healy, summoning all his courage, climbed the steps to her front door on Beacon Hill and stated his business.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;I told her that I was an artist, that my ambition was to paint a beautiful woman and that I begged her to sit for me.and#8221; She agreed, and the resulting work led to further opportunities to do others of and#8220;the right setand#8221; in Boston. One small, especially lovely portrait left little doubt of Healyand#8217;s ability and would be long treasured by one of Beacon Hilland#8217;s most prominent families and their descendants. It was of young Frances (and#8220;Fannyand#8221;) Appleton, who lived next door to Mrs. Otis.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;But he knew how much he had still to learn to reach the level of skill to which he aspired, and made up his mind to go to Paris. As he would explain, and#8220;In those far-off days there were no art schools in America, no drawing classes, no collections of fine plaster casts and very few picture exhibitions.and#8221; After scraping together money enough to take him to Europe and to help support his mother for a year or two, he proceeded with his plan.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;I knew no one in France, I was utterly ignorant of the language, I did not know what I should do when once there; but I was not yet one-and-twenty, and I had a great stock of courage, of inexperienceand#8212;which is sometimes a great helpand#8212;and a strong desire to be my very best.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Like Charles Sumner, Samuel Morse, Wendell Holmes, and others, Healy did not just wish to go to Paris, he was determined to go and and#8220;study hard.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Among the writers was Nathaniel Parker Willis, like Morse a graduate of Yale, who with his poems and magazine and#8220;sketchesand#8221; had already, at twenty-five, attained a national reputation. It was Willis who was traveling as a correspondent of sorts, having been assigned by the andlt;Iandgt;NewYork Mirrorandlt;/Iandgt; to provide a series of and#8220;lettersand#8221; describing his travels abroad. He was andlt;a id="page_10"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;a sociable, conspicuously handsome, even beautiful young man with flowing light brown locks, and a bit of a dandy. Wendell Holmes would later describe him as looking like an and#8220;anticipation of Oscar Wilde.and#8221; Willis was, besides, immensely talented.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;And so, too, was John Sanderson, a teacher in his fifties known at home in Philadelphia for his literary bent. He was going to Paris for reasons of health partly, but also to write about his observations in a series of letters, intending to and#8220;dress them up one day into some kind of shape for the public.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Except for Cooper and Morse, those embarking for France knew little at all about life outside their own country, or how very different it would prove to be. Hardly any had ever laid eyes on a foreign shore. None of the Bostonians had traveled more than five hundred miles from home. Though Cooper and his family spent a year in advance of their departure learning French, scarcely any of the rest had studied the language, and those who had, like Holmes and Sumner, had never tried actually speaking it.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;The newspapers they read, in Boston or New York or Philadelphia, carried occasional items on the latest Paris fashions or abbreviated reports on politics or crime in France, along with periodic notices of newly arrived shipments of French wine or wallpaper or fine embroidery or gentlemenand#8217;s gloves, but that was about the limit of their cognizance of things French. The Paris they pictured was largely a composite of the standard prints of famous bridges and palaces, and such views as to be found in old books or the penny magazines.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Many of them were familiar from childhood with the fables of La Fontaine. Or they had read Voltaire or Racine or Moliand#232;re in English translations. But that was about the sum of any familiarity they had with French literature. And none, of course, could have known in advance that the 1830s and and#8217;40s in Paris were to mark the beginning of the great era of Victor Hugo, Balzac, George Sand, and Baudelaire, not to say anything of Delacroix in painting or Chopin and Liszt in music.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;It may be assumed they knew the part played by the French army and navy and French money during the American Revolution. They appreciated Lafayetteand#8217;s importance and knew that with the deaths of Jefferson andlt;a id="page_11"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;and Adams in 1826, he became the last living hero of the struggle for American independence. They knew about Napoleon and the French Revolution of 1789 and the horrors of the Terror. And fresh in mind was the latest violent upheaval, the July Revolution of 1830, the Paris revolt that had lasted just three days and resulted, at a cost of some 3,000 lives, in the new and#8220;Citizen King,and#8221; Louis-Philippe.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Although born of the powerful Orland#233;ans family, the new ruler in his youth had supported the Revolution of 1789 and served bravely as an officer in the republican army before fleeing the Terror in 1793. For years he had been unable to return to France. Considered a moderate, Louis-Philippe was now king largely because of the support of the hugely popular Lafayette.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;When news of the July Revolution reached America, it was cause for celebration. The tricolor was unfurled on the streets of American cities. The and#8220;Marseillaiseand#8221; was sung in theaters. New Yorkers put on a parade two and a half miles long. Louis-Philippe, as Americans knew, had spent three years of his exile from France living in the United States and traveled far and wide over much of the country. Well-mannered, still in his twenties, and with little or no money, he had made a favorable impression everywhere he went. He had worked for a while as a waiter in a Boston oyster house. He had been a guest of George Washingtonand#8217;s at Mount Vernon, and this, and the fact that he now had the approval of Lafayette, contributed greatly to how Americans responded to the new regime in Paris.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;img src="../images/line1.jpg" alt="Image"andgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Again except for Cooper and Morse, few of those bound for Paris in the 1830s had ever been to sea, or even on board a seagoing ship, and the thought, given the realities of sea travel, was daunting, however glorious the prospects before them.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;The choice was either to sail first to England, then cross the Channel, or sail directly to Le Havre, which was the favored route. Either way meant a sea voyage of 3,000 milesand#8212;as far as from New York to the coast of the Pacificand#8212;or more, depending on the inevitable vagaries of the winds. And there were no stops in between.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Steamboats by this time were becoming a familiar presence on the rivers andlt;a id="page_12"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;and coastal waters of America, but not until 1838 did steam-powered ships cross the Atlantic. As it was, by sailing ship, the average time at sea was no better than it had been when Benjamin Franklin set off for France in 1776. One could hope to do it in as little as three weeks, perhaps less under ideal conditions, but a month to six weeks was more likely.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Nor were there regular passenger vessels as yet. One booked passage on a packetand#8212;a cargo ship that took passengersand#8212;and hoped for the best. But even the most expensive accommodations were far from luxurious. That there could be days, even weeks of violent seas with all the attendant pitching of decks, flying chinaware and furniture, seasickness and accidents, went without saying. Cramped quarters, little or no privacy, dismal food, a surplus of unrelieved monotony were all to be expected. Then, too, there was always the very real possibility of going to the bottom. Everyone knew the perils of the sea.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;In 1822, the packet andlt;Iandgt;Albionandlt;/Iandgt; out of New York, with 28 passengers on board, had been caught in a fearful gale and dashed on the rocks on the coast of Ireland. Of the passengers, several of whom had been bound for Paris, only two were saved. At the time when James Fenimore Cooper and his family sailed, in the spring of 1826, a London packet fittingly named andlt;Iandgt;Crisisandlt;/Iandgt; had been missing nearly three months, and in fact would never be heard from again.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;All who set sail for France were putting their lives in the hands of others, and to this could be added the prospect of being unimaginably far from friends, family, and home, entirely out of touch with familiar surroundings, virtually everything one knew and loved for months, possibly even years to come. In andlt;Iandgt;The Sketch Book,andlt;/Iandgt; a work familiar to many of the outward-bound venturers, Washington Irving, describing his own first crossing of the Atlantic, made the point that in travel by land there was always a kind of and#8220;continuity of sceneand#8221; that gave one a feeling of being connected still to home.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;But a wide sea voyage severs us at once. It makes us conscious of being cast loose from the secure anchorage of settled life, and sent adrift upon a doubtful world. It interposes a gulf not merely imaginary, but real, between us and our homesand#8212;a andlt;a id="page_13"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;gulf subjected to tempest and fear and uncertainty, rendering distance palpable, and return precarious.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Sailings were regularly listed in the newspapers, and it was important to choose a good ship. Most were brigs: two-masted square-riggers carrying cargo of various kinds. The most desirable berths, those having the least motion, were near the middle of the ship. Fare to Le Havre was expensive, approximately $140.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;The last days before departure were filled with arranging the clothes needed for a long absence, selecting a stock of books to fill time at sea, and packing it all in large black trunks. Acquaintances who had made the trip before advised bringing an ample supply of oneand#8217;s own towels.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;There were final calls to be made on friends, some of whom could be counted on to question the very thought of such a venture, whatever oneand#8217;s reasons. Hours were devoted to farewell letters, parting sentiments, and words to the wise set down for children or younger siblings. and#8220;I am very glad, my dear, to remember your cheerful countenance,and#8221; wrote Charles Sumner to his ten-year-old sister from his room at the Astor House in New York the night before sailing. and#8220;I shall keep it in my mind as I travel over the sea and land. and#8230; Try never to cry. and#8230; If you find your temper mastering you, always stop till you can count andlt;Iandgt;sixtyandlt;/Iandgt;, before you say or do anything.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Follow, my dear boy, an honorable calling, which shall engross your time and give you position and fame, and besides enable you to benefit your fellow man,and#8221; Sumner lectured a younger brother in another letter. and#8220;Do not waste your time in driblets.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;The mothers and fathers of the voyagers, for whom such partings could be profoundly painfuland#8212;and who in many cases were paying for it alland#8212; had their own advice on spending money wisely and looking after oneand#8217;s health. With good reason, they worried much about health, and the terrifying threats of smallpox, typhoid, and cholera, not to mention syphilis, in highly populated foreign cities. What wrong turns might befall their beloved offspring untethered in such places? The young men were warned repeatedly of the perils of bad company. They must remember always who they were and return and#8220;untaintedand#8221; by the affectations and immorality of the Old World.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;a id="page_14"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;The written and#8220;Instructionsand#8221; of the eminent Boston physician John Collins Warren to his medical student son ran to forty pages and included everything from what he must study to how his notes should be organized, to what he should and should not eat and drink. Mason, as he was known, must choose his friends judiciously and avoid especially those and#8220;fond of theaters and dissipation.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Emotions ran high on the eve of departure. Melancholy and second thoughts interspersed with intense excitement were the common thing. and#8220;And a sad time it was, full of anxious thoughts and doubts, with mingled gleams of glorious anticipations,and#8221; wrote Charles Sumner in his journal. Samuel Morse was so distraught about leaving his children and his country that he descended into and#8220;great depression, from which some have told me they feared for my health and even reason.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;But once the voyagers were on board and under way, nearly all experienced a tremendous lift of spirits, even as, for many, the unfamiliar motion of the ship began to take effect. and#8220;We have left the wharf, and with a steamer [tug boat] by our side,and#8221; Sumner wrote from on board the andlt;Iandgt;Albanyandlt;/Iandgt; departing from New York.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;A smacking breeze has sprung up, and we shall part this company soon; and then for the Atlantic! Farewell then, my friends, my pursuits, my home, my country! Each bellying wave on its rough crest carries me away. The rocking vessel impedes my pen. And now, as my head begins slightly to reel, my imagination entertains the glorious prospects before me. and#8230;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Nathaniel Willis, departing from Philadelphia, described the grand spectacle of ten or fifteen vessels lying in the roads waiting for the pilot boat.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;And as she came down the river, they all weighed anchor together and we got under way. It was a beautiful sightand#8212;so many sail in close company under a smart breeze and#8230;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;a id="page_15"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;and#8220;The dream of my lifetime was about to be realized,and#8221; Willis wrote. and#8220;I was bound for France.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Not all pioneers went west.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;h3 andgt;andlt;Bandgt;IIandlt;/Bandgt;andlt;/h3andgt; andlt;BRandgt;They sailed from several different ports and in different years. When Samuel Morse embarked out of New York in November 1829, it was with what he thought and#8220;the fairest wind that ever blew.and#8221; Emma Willard sailed in the fall of 1830; James Jackson, Jr., the medical student, in the spring of 1831; Nathaniel Willis that fall; and Wendell Holmes in 1833. George Healy, the aspiring young painter, made his crossing in 1834; John Sanderson, the Philadelphia teacher, in 1835. Charles Sumner set forth on his scholarly quest in 1837.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;At this juncture, as it happens, a young French aristocrat, Alexis de Tocqueville, decided to brave the Atlantic in the opposite direction, sailing from Le Havre in 1831. He was twenty-five years old, short, and slightly built. Nothing about his appearance suggested any remarkable ability. His intention, he said, was to and#8220;inquire into everythingand#8221; in America, and#8220;to see what a great republic is like.and#8221; He had never spoken to an American in his life. He had never been to sea.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Samuel Morse had comparatively little comment about his crossing, beyond that it took twenty-six days, including five days and nights of gale winds, during which the motion of the ship was such that no one slept. Nathaniel Willis, who sailed on the nearly new brig andlt;Iandgt;Pacificandlt;/Iandgt;, commanded by a French captain, enjoyed days of fair winds and smooth seas, but only after what to him was an exceedingly rough week when the one thing he had to smile about was the achievement of dinner.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;In rough weather, it is as much as one person can do to keep his place at the table at all; and to guard the dishes, bottles and castors from a general slide in the direction of the lurch, requires a sleight and coolness reserved only for a sailor,and#8221; Willis wrote, in a picturesque account that was to delight readers of the andlt;Iandgt;NewYork Mirrorandlt;/Iandgt;.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;a id="page_16"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;and#8220;andlt;Iandgt;Prenez garde!andlt;/Iandgt;and#8221; shouts the captain as the sea strikes, and in the twinkling of an eye everything is seized and held up to wait for the lurch, in attitudes that would puzzle the pencil of [Samuel] Johnson to exaggerate. With his plate of soup in one hand, and the larboard end of the tureen in the other, the claret bottle between his teeth, and the crook of his elbow caught around the mounting corner of the table, the captain maintains his seat upon the transom, and with a look of most grave concern, keeps a wary eye on the shifting level of his vermicelli. The old weather-beaten mate, with the alacrity of a juggler, makes a long leg back to the cabin of panels at the same moment, and with his breast against the table, takes his own plate and the castors, and one or two of the smaller dishes under his charge; and the steward, if he can keep his legs, looks out for the vegetables, or if he fails, makes as wide a lap as possible to intercept the violent articles in their descent.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Once conditions improved, there was no happier man on board than Willis. He gloried in the sea air and smooth sailing. and#8220;It is a day to make one in love with life,and#8221; he wrote one brilliant morning. and#8220;Hundreds of sea birds are sailing around us and#8230; the sailors, barefoot and bareheaded, are scattered over the rigging, doing and#8216;fair-weatherand#8217; work. and#8230;and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Willis was the sole passenger on board his ship, in contrast to Wendell Holmes, who crossed on the packet andlt;Iandgt;Philadelphiaandlt;/Iandgt;, out of New York, with thirty other passengers in cabin class and fifteen in steerage. The andlt;Iandgt;Philadelphiaandlt;/Iandgt; was considered top-of-the-line. (and#8220;The accommodations for passengers are very elegant and extensive,and#8221; it was advertised. Beds, bedding, wine, and and#8220;stores of the best qualityand#8221; were always provided.) The cabin passengers were mostly from Boston. Several were friends of Holmesand#8217;s, including a convivial fellow Harvard graduate, Thomas Gold Appleton, one of the Beacon Hill Appletons (and brother of Fanny), who was trying to make up his mind whether to become an artist or a writer, and having a thoroughly fine time in the meanwhile.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;They sailed in April and enjoyed gentle seas nearly the whole way, the andlt;a id="page_17"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;kind travelers dreamed of. As Appletonand#8217;s journal attests, one unremarkable day followed another:andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;I felt nothing of that do-little drowsy andlt;Iandgt;ennuiandlt;/Iandgt; that I had expected. I varied my amusements, and found them all delightful. I talked sentiment with Dr. Holmes; then flirted in bad French with Victorine [a maid accompanying one of the women passengers]; soon joined with Mr. Curtis and our two doctors in a cannonade of puns.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Everyone was in high spirits. One dinner was followed by a night of singing made especially memorable when a and#8220;voice in the steerage gave us a succession of stirring ballads.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;The morning after, however, and#8220;the still-life of the day previous had undergone a sea change.and#8221; Struggling to get out of his bunk, Appleton was nearly pitched head-first through the window of his cabin. Having succeeded in dressing, and#8220;bruised and battered,and#8221; he went aloft. The live chickens and ducks on board were and#8220;chattering in terror,and#8221; the captain shouting and#8220;pithy ordersand#8221; through a trumpet to sailors standing and#8220;at ridiculously acute angles with the deck.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Few appeared for breakfast that morning, fewer still for dinner. But peace returned soon enough, and Appleton, his desire to paint stirring, studied the and#8220;deeply, darkly, beautifully blueand#8221; sea, and#8220;that blue which I had heard of, but never saw before. The water hissed and simmered as we clove its ridges, running off from the sides in long undulating sheets of foam, with partial breaks of the most exquisite beryl tint.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;A most delightful evening,and#8221; he began another of his journal entries. and#8220;The moon showed but a lurid disk, and that was soon lost behind brown-black volumes of a long curtain of hanging cloud. It was glimmering darkness, and our sole spectacle was the water. How magnificent that was!and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;What an odd, good-for-nothing life we lead! [he observed happily several days later] A prolonged morning nap, jokes and#8230; a turn on deck, a sluggish conversation, a book held in the hand for an hour or two, another turn on deck; the bell soundsand#8212;we andlt;a id="page_18"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;dash to dinner; three courses, laughter, candles, tea, and the moon and#8230;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Only when, at dinner the following night, the captain mentioned the possibility of and#8220;vast islands of iceand#8221; did the mood change. and#8220;This all frightened us pretty considerably,and#8221; Appleton wrote, and#8220;and I could not get to sleep for hearing, in fancy, the crushing of our ship on an iceberg. and#8230;and#8221; When, by morning, the danger had passed, life on board resumed its pleasant pattern.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;So sweet and benign a crossing was the exception. For nearly all the rest of the voyagers came days of howling winds and monstrous seas when death seemed imminent. For Emma Willard, who sailed from New York on the andlt;Iandgt;Charlemagneandlt;/Iandgt;, it was and#8220;a rough crossingand#8221; indeed. She had come aboard with her health much on her mind. What exactly her troubles were she never explained. There was repeated talk of weather. and#8220;Some of the older passengers play a covert game to frighten those who are fresh and timid,and#8221; she wrote. She paid them no mind. Then heavy weather struck. Worse than the raging winds of day were the seas after the winds abated. and#8220;Then the waters rise up in unequal masses, sometimes lifting the vessel as if to the heavens, and again plunging her as if to the depths below; and sometimes they come foaming and dashing and breaking over the ship, striking the deck with a startling force.and#8221; Most terrifying was a night of mountainous seas breaking over the ship.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Thus with the raging element above, beneath, and around us; with nothing to divide us from it, but a bark whose masts were shaking, whose timbers were creaking and cracking, as they were about to divide; the feeling of the moment was, a ship was a vain thing for safety; that help was in God alone. Thoughts of ocean cavernsand#8212;of what would be the consequence of oneand#8217;s death, naturally rise in the mind at such a time.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;To Mrs. Willardand#8217;s amazement, she was never seasick. Rather, the violence of the weather, and#8220;the rocking and rolling and tossing,and#8221; the holding on for dear life to and#8220;some fixed object and#8230; to keep from being shot across the andlt;a id="page_19"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;cabin, and grasping the side of my berth at night for fear of being rolled over the side,and#8221; seemed to benefit her health.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;All the same, she seriously contemplated whether, if she survived the voyage, it might be the better part of wisdom to remain in France.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Reflecting on his experience aboard ship, John Sanderson wrote, and#8220;If any lady of your village has a disobedient husband, or a son who has beaten his mother, bid her send him to sea.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;So wretchedly sick was Charles Sumner during his first days out he could not bear even the thought of food, let alone drag himself to the dining table. and#8220;Literally and#8216;cabined, cuffed and confinedand#8217; in my berth, I ate nothing, did nothing. and#8230;and#8221; Until the fourth day, he was too weak even to hold a book. (To be unable to read was for Sumner the ultimate measure of wretchedness.) Then, astonishingly, his appetite returned and#8220;like a Bay of Fundy tide,and#8221; and he was both back at the table and back to his books.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;On Christmas Day in the English Channel, the long voyage nearly over, Sumner expressed in the privacy of his journal what so many felt.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;In going abroad at my present age, and situated as I am, I feel that I take a bold, almost rash step. and#8230; But I go for purposes of education, and to gratify longings that prey upon my mind and time. and#8230; The temptations of Europe I have been warned against and#8230; I can only pray that I may be able to pass through them in safety. and#8230; May I return with an undiminished love for my friends and country, with a heart and mind untainted by the immoralities of the Old World, manners untouched by its affectations, and a willingness to resume my labors with an unabated determination to devote myself faithfully to the duties of an American!andlt;BRandgt; andlt;h3 andgt;andlt;Bandgt;IIIandlt;/Bandgt;andlt;/h3andgt; andlt;BRandgt;They would stand by the hour on deck, watching the emerging shapes and details on land growing slowly, steadily larger and more distinct. At home it was known as the Old World. To them it was all new.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;a id="page_20"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;Whether they arrived at Le Havre, the great port of Paris at the mouth of the Seine, or crossed from England to land at Calais or Boulogne-sur-Mer, the first hours ashore were such a mand#233;lange of feelings of relief and exhilaration, and inevitably, such confusion coping with so much that was new and unfamiliar, as to leave most of them extremely unsettled.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;No sooner were they ashore than their American passports were taken by French authorities to be sent on to Paris. Their passports, they were told, would be returned to them in Paris in exchange for a ticket that they had to ask for at a nearby police office. In the meantime, swarms of pushing, shouting, unintelligible porters, coachmen, and draymen vied for attention, while trunks and bags were carried off to the Custom House to be gone through. All personal effects, except clothing, were subject to duties and delays. Any sealed letters in their possession were subject to fine. They themselves could be subjected to examination, if thought suspicious-looking. Many had difficulty acquiescing to the and#8220;impertinenceand#8221; of authorities searching their bags or, worse, having their own person inspected. Desperate to shut off his porterand#8217;s and#8220;cataract of French postulation,and#8221; Nathaniel Willis, like others, wound up paying the man three times what he should have.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Even without the and#8220;impertinences,and#8221; the whole requirement of passportsand#8212;the cost, the and#8220;vexatious ceremonyand#8221; of it alland#8212;was repugnant to the Americans. In conversation with an English-speaking Frenchman, John Sanderson mentioned that no one carried a passport in America, not even foreign visitors. The man wondered how there could be any personal security that way. To Sanderson this seemed only to illustrate that when one was used to seeing things done in a certain way, one found it hard to conceive the possibility of their being done any other way.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Having at last attended to all the requirements for entry into France, Sanderson went straightaway to the nearest church and#8220;to pay the Virgin Mary the pound of candles I owed for my preservation at sea.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Most of the travelers preferred to wait a day or more at Le Havre, to rest and look about before pushing on. Though nothing was like what they were accustomed to, what struck them most was how exceedingly old everything appeared. It was a look many did not like. Not at first. Charles Sumner was one of the exceptions. With his love of history, he responded andlt;a id="page_21"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;immediately and enthusiastically to the sense of a long past all about him. and#8220;Everything was old. and#8230; Every building I passed seemed to have its history.and#8221; He saw only one street with a sidewalk. Most streets were slick with mud and uncomfortable to the feet. Men and women clattered by in wooden shoes, no different from what their grandparents had worn. It was of no matter, he thought. Here whatever was long established was best, while at home nothing was and#8220;beyond the reach of change and experiment.and#8221; At home there was and#8220;none of the prestige of ageand#8221; about anything.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;From Le Havre to Paris was a southeast journey of 110 miles, traveled by diligence, an immense cumbersome-looking vehicleand#8212;the equivalent of two and a half stagecoaches in oneand#8212;which, as said, sacrificed beauty for convenience. It had room for fifteen passengers in three and#8220;apart-mentsand#8221;and#8212;three in the front in the andlt;Iandgt;coupeandlt;/Iandgt;, six in the andlt;Iandgt;intand#233;rieurandlt;/Iandgt;, and six more in the andlt;Iandgt;rotondeandlt;/Iandgt; in the rear. Each of these sections was separate from the others, thereby dividing the rich, the middling, and the poor. and#8220;If you feel very aristocratic,and#8221; wrote John Sanderson, and#8220;you take the whole coupe to yourself, or yourself and lady, and you can be as private as you please.and#8221; There were places as well for three more passengers and#8220;aloft,and#8221; on top, where the baggage was piled and where the driver, the andlt;Iandgt;conducteurandlt;/Iandgt;, maintained absolute command.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;The huge lumbering affair, capable of carrying three tons of passengers and baggage, was pulled by five horses, three abreast in front, two abreast just behind them. On one of the pair a mounted andlt;Iandgt;postillonandlt;/Iandgt; in high black boots cracked the whip. Top speed under way was seven miles an hour, which meant the trip to Paris, with stops en route, took about twenty-four hours.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Once under way, before dawn, the Americans found the roads unexpectedly goodand#8212;wide, smooth, hard, free from stonesand#8212;and their swaying conveyance surprisingly comfortable. With the onset of first light, most of them thoroughly enjoyed the passing scenery, as they rolled through level farm country along the valley of the Seine, the river in view much of the way, broad and windingand#8212;ever windingand#8212;and dotted with islands.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Just to be heading away from the sea, to be immersed in a beautiful landscape again, to hear the sound of crows, was such a welcome change, and all to be seen so very appealing, a land of peace and plenty, every field andlt;a id="page_22"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;perfectly cultivated, hillsides bordering the river highlighted by white limestone cliffs, every village and distant chand#226;teau so indisputably ancient and picturesque.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;I looked at the constantly occurring ruins of the old priories, and the magnificent and still used churches [wrote Nathaniel Willis], and my blood tingled in my veins, as I saw in the stepping stones at their doors, cavities that the sandals of monks, and the iron-shod feet of knights in armor a thousand years ago, had trodden and helped to wear and the stone cross over the threshold that hundreds of generations had gazed upon and passed under.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Most memorable on the overland trip was a stop at Rouen, halfway to Paris, to see the great cathedral at the center of the town. The Americans had never beheld anything remotely comparable. It was their first encounter with a Gothic masterpiece, indeed with one of the glories of France, a structure built of limestone and far more monumental, not to say centuries older, than any they had ever seen.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;The largest building in the United States at the time was the Capitol in Washington. Even the most venerable houses and churches at home, north or south, dated back only to the mid seventeenth century. So historic a landmark as Philadelphiaand#8217;s Independence Hall was not yet a hundred years old.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;An iron spire added to the cathedral at Rouen in 1822 reached upward 440 feet, fully 300 feet higher than the Capitol in Washington, and the cathedral had its origins in the early thirteenth centuryand#8212;or more than two hundred years before Columbus set sail for Americaand#8212;and work on it had continued for three centuries.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;The decorative carvings and innumerable statues framing the outside of the main doorways were, in themselves, an unprecedented experience. In all America at the time there were no stone sculptures adorning the exteriors of buildings old or new. Then within, the long nave soared more than 90 feet above the stone floor.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;It was a first encounter with a great Catholic shrine, with its immense andlt;a id="page_23"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;scale and elaborate evocations of sainthood and ancient sanctions, and for the Americans, virtually all of whom were Protestants, it was a surprisingly emotional experience. Filling pages of her journal, Emma Willard would struggle to find words equal to the and#8220;inexpressible magic,and#8221; the and#8220;sublimityand#8221; she felt.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;I had heard of fifty or a hundred years being spent in the erection of a building, and I had often wondered how it could be; but when I saw even the outside of this majestic and venerable temple, the doubt ceased. It was all of curious and elegantly carved stonework, now of a dark grey, like some ancient gravestone that you may see in our oldest graveyards. Thousands of saints and angels there stood in silence, with voiceless harps; or spread forever their moveless wingsand#8212;half issuing in bold relief from mimic clouds of stone. But when I entered the interior, and saw by the yet dim and shadowy light, the long, long, aislesand#8212;the high raised vaultsand#8212;the immense pillars which supported them and#8230; my mind was smitten with a feeling of sublimity almost too intense for mortality. I stood and gazed, and as the light increased, and my observation became more minute, a new creation seemed rising to my viewand#8212;of saints and martyrs mimicked by the painter or sculptorand#8212;often clad in the solemn stole of the monk or nun, and sometimes in the habiliments of the grave. The infant Savior with his virgin motherand#8212;the crucified Redeemerand#8212;adoring angels, and martyred saints were all aroundand#8212;and unearthly lights gleaming from the many rainbow-colored windows, and brightening as the day advanced, gave a solemn inexpressible magic to the scene.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Charles Sumner could hardly contain his rapture. Never had a work of architecture had such powerful effect on him. The cathedral was and#8220;the great lion of the north of France and#8230; transcending all that my imagination had pictured.and#8221; He had already read much of its history. Here, he knew, lay the remains of Rollon, the first Duke of Normandy, the bones of his son, andlt;a id="page_24"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;William Longsword, of Henry II, the father of Cand#339;ur de Lion, even the heart of Lionheart himself.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;And here was I, an American, whose very hemisphere had been discovered long since the foundation of this church, whose country had been settled, in comparison with this foundation, but yesterday, introduced to these remains of past centuries, treading over the dust of archbishops and cardinals, and standing before the monuments of kings. and#8230;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;How often he had wondered whether such men in history had, in truth, ever lived and did what was said they had. Such fancy was now exploded.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;In an account of his own first stop at Rouen and the effect of the cathedral on him and the other Americans traveling with him, James Fenimore Cooper said the common feeling among them was that it had been worth crossing the Atlantic if only to see this.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;With eighty miles still to go, most travelers chose to stop over at Rouen. Others, like Nathaniel Willis, eager to be in Paris, climbed aboard a night diligence and headed on.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Great as their journey had been by sea, a greater journey had begun, as they already sensed, and from it they were to learn more, and bring back more, of infinite value to themselves and to their country than they yet knew.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;a id="page_ps1"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;andlt;img src="../images/ps01-01.jpg" alt="Images"andgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;French diligence (stagecoach).andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;img src="../images/ps01-02.jpg" alt="Images"andgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;The cathedral at Rouen.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;img src="../images/ps01-03.jpg" alt="Images"andgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Title page of andlt;Iandgt;Galignaniand#8217;s New Paris Guide,andlt;/Iandgt; indispensable companion for newly arrived Americans.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;a id="page_ps2"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;andlt;img src="../images/ps02-01.jpg" alt="Images"andgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;Iandgt;View of the Flower Marketandlt;/Iandgt; by Giuseppe Canella, with the Pont Neuf in the background.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;img src="../images/ps02-02.jpg" alt="Images"andgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;The rue de Rivoli, with the Louvre on the left.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;a id="page_ps3"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;andlt;img src="../images/ps03-01.jpg" alt="Images"andgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Writer Nathaniel Willis loved Paris from the start, but conceded, and#8220;It is a queer feeling to find oneself a andlt;Iandgt;foreignerandlt;/Iandgt;.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;img src="../images/ps03-02.jpg" alt="Images"andgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;A typical high-fashion French couple of the 1830s.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;a id="page_ps4"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;andlt;img src="../images/ps04-01.jpg" alt="Images"andgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;Iandgt;The Marquis de Lafayetteandlt;/Iandgt; by Samuel F. B. Morse, painted for the City of New York at the time of Lafayetteand#8217;s triumphal return to America in 1825and#8211;26.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;a id="page_ps5"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;andlt;img src="../images/ps05-01.jpg" alt="Images"andgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;Iandgt;Samuel F. B. Morseandlt;/Iandgt;, a self-portrait painted at age twenty-seven.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;img src="../images/ps05-02.jpg" alt="Images"andgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;Iandgt;James Fenimore Cooperandlt;/Iandgt; by John Wesley Jarvis, painted when Cooper was thirty-three.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;a id="page_ps6"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;andlt;a id="page_ps7"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;andlt;img src="../images/ps06-01.jpg" alt="Images"andgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Morseand#8217;s andlt;Iandgt;Gallery of the Louvreandlt;/Iandgt;, with Morse and student in the foreground, unidentified student to the right, Cooper with his wife and daughter in the left hand corner, Morseand#8217;s friend Richard Habersham painting at far left, and (it is believed) sculptor Horatio Greenough in the open doorway to the Grand Gallery.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;a id="page_ps8"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;andlt;img src="../images/ps08-01.jpg" alt="Images"andgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;Iandgt;George P. A. Healy,andlt;/Iandgt; self-portrait painted at age thirty-nine. Like nearly all American art students, Healy spent long hours at the Louvre making copies of works by the masters.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;img src="../images/ps08-02.jpg" alt="Images"andgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Schoolmistress Emma Willard, champion of higher education for American women, was delighted by the number of women at work on copies at the Louvre.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;a id="page_ps9"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;andlt;img src="../images/ps09-01.jpg" alt="Images"andgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;Iandgt;Four Oand#8217;Clock: Closing Time at the Louvreandlt;/Iandgt; by Franand#231;ois-Auguste Biard. Americans were astonished by the spectacle of so many people of every kind taking an interest in art.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;img src="../images/ps09-02.jpg" alt="Images"andgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;Iandgt;Art-Students and Copyists in the Louvre Gallery,andlt;/Iandgt; wood engraving by Winslow Homer.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;a id="page_ps10"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;andlt;img src="../images/ps10-01.jpg" alt="Images"andgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Oliver Wendell Holmes.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;img src="../images/ps10-02.jpg" alt="Images"andgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Henry Bowditch.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;img src="../images/ps10-03.jpg" alt="Images"andgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Jonathan Mason Warren.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;img src="../images/ps10-04.jpg" alt="Images"andgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Student ticket to the hospital.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;a id="page_ps11"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;andlt;img src="../images/ps11-01.jpg" alt="Images"andgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Dr. Pierre-Charles-Alexandre Louis.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;img src="../images/ps11-02.jpg" alt="Images"andgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Dr. Guillaume Dupuytren.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;img src="../images/ps11-03.jpg" alt="Images"andgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;The Amphithand#233;and#226;tre dand#8217;Anatomie (the dissecting room) on the rue dand#8217;Orland#233;ans.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;img src="../images/ps11-04.jpg" alt="Images"andgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;The main entrance to the Hand#244;tel Dieu, the oldest and largest hospital in Paris.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;a id="page_ps12"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;andlt;img src="../images/ps12-01.jpg" alt="Images"andgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;The church of the Sorbonne, the oldest part of the university.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;a id="page_ps13"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;andlt;img src="../images/ps13-01.jpg" alt="Images"andgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;Iandgt;Charles Sumnerandlt;/Iandgt; by Eastman Johnson.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;img src="../images/ps13-02.jpg" alt="Images"andgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Sumnerand#8217;s Paris journal entry for Saturday, January 20, 1838, in which, after observing how and#8220;well-receivedand#8221; black students are at the Sorbonne, he writes, and#8220;It must be then, that the distance between free blacks and the whites among us [at home] is derived from education, and does not exist in the nature of things.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;a id="page_ps14"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;andlt;img src="../images/ps14-01.jpg" alt="Images"andgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;Iandgt;Thomas Gold Appletonandlt;/Iandgt; by Robert Scott Lauder. It was Appleton who said, and#8220;Good Americans when they die go to Paris,and#8221; the line made famous when quoted by his friend Oliver Wendell Holmes. Of all the Americans who came to Paris in his time, few so enjoyed the city as did Appleton and#8212; or returned so often.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;img src="../images/ps14-02.jpg" alt="Images"andgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;The luxurious garden and arcades of the Palais Royal. Oliver Wendell Holmes liked to say that the Palais Royal was to Paris what Paris was to Europe.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;a id="page_ps15"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;andlt;img src="../images/ps15-01.jpg" alt="Images"andgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;The Trois Frand#232;res Provenand#231;aux, one of the several elegant restaurants at the Palais Royal and a great favorite of the Americans.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;a id="page_ps16"andgt;andlt;/aandgt;andlt;img src="../images/ps16-01.jpg" alt="Images"andgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Marie Taglioni, considered the greatest dancer in the world and the sensation of Paris. and#8220;Have you seen Taglioni?and#8221; was often the first question a foreign visitor was asked.

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Black Dragon, January 30, 2013 (view all comments by Black Dragon)
Great read just before a month in France.
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This is a book which tells a story most people do not know. The number of people who went to Paris for everything from just traveling to studying for medicine to working on becoming a master in art. Some of them remain in Europe. Most returned to the United States and upgraded the practice of medicine, created items which changed the world, and the major art and writing projects created. You learn about the connection between some of the visitors and the reasons why (housing, what they were studying and where they came from). The period starts with about 1820 and goes to the start of the 20th Century. It is learning about American history while living in another country. I have recommended this book to a variety of people and will continue to do so. It is a reality easy read. The story is pulling you forward constantly.
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I've liked all David McCullough's books that I've read. This one was no different. Very interesting.
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ISBN:
9781416571773
Author:
McCullough, David
Publisher:
Simon & Schuster
Author:
Green, Nancy L.
Subject:
United States - 19th Century
Subject:
World History-France
Subject:
Americans in Paris, Elizabeth Blackwell, Elihu Washburne, Charles Sumner, Paris, Sorbonne, abolition, James Fenimore Cooper, Samuel F.B. Morse, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom s Cabin, Augustus Saint-Gaudens, Mary Cassatt, John Singer Sargent, French Mas
Subject:
Americans in Paris, Elizabeth Blackwell, Elihu Washburne, Charles Sumner, Paris, Sorbonne, abolition, James Fenimore Cooper, Samuel F.B. Morse, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom s Cabin, Augustus Saint-Gaudens, Mary Cassatt, John Singer Sargent, French Mas
Subject:
Americans in Paris, Elizabeth Blackwell, Elihu Washburne, Charles Sumner, Paris, Sorbonne, abolition, James Fenimore Cooper, Samuel F.B. Morse, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom s Cabin, Augustus Saint-Gaudens, Mary Cassatt, John Singer Sargent, French Mas
Subject:
France
Copyright:
Edition Description:
Hardcover
Publication Date:
20120531
Binding:
TRADE PAPER
Language:
English
Illustrations:
14 halftones, 11 line drawings
Pages:
352
Dimensions:
9.25 x 6.12 in

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The Greater Journey: Americans in Paris Used Trade Paper
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Product details 352 pages Simon & Schuster - English 9781416571773 Reviews:
"Review" by , "An epic of ideas, as well as an exhilarating book of spells...This is history to be savored."
"Review" by , "An ambitious, wide-ranging study of how being in Paris helped spark generations of American genius....A gorgeously rich, sparkling patchwork, eliciting stories from diaries and memoirs to create the human drama McCullough depicts so well."
"Review" by , "A lively and entertaining panorama....By the time he shows us the triumphant Exposition Universelle in 1889, witnessed through the eyes of such characters as painters John Singer Sargent and Robert Henri, we share McCullough's enthusiasm for the city and his affection for the many Americans who improved their lives, their talent and their nation by drinking at the fountain that was Paris."
"Review" by , "From a dazzling beginning that captures the thrill of arriving in Paris in 1830 to the dawn of the 20th century, McCullough chronicles the generations that came, saw and were conquered by Paris....The Greater Journey will satisfy McCullough's legion of loyal fans...it will entice a whole new generation of Francophiles, armchair travelers and those Americans lucky enough to go to Paris before they die."
"Review" by , "McCullough's skill as a storyteller is on full display....The idea of telling the story of the French cultural contribution to America through the eyes of a generation of aspiring artists, writers and doctors is inspired...a compelling and largely untold story in American history."
"Review" by , "There is not an uninteresting page here as one fascinating character after another is explored at a crucial stage of his development....Wonderful, engaging writing full of delighting detail."
"Review" by , "McCullough's research is staggering to perceive, and the interpretation he lends to his material is impressive to behold....Expect his latest book to ascend the best-seller lists and be given a place on the year-end best lists." (starred review)
"Review" by , "A highly readable and entertaining travelogue of a special sort, an interdisciplinary treat from a tremendously popular Pulitzer Prize-winning historian....Highly recommended."
"Review" by , "For more than 40 years, David McCullough has brought the past to life in books distinguished by vigorous storytelling and vivid characterizations....McCullough again finds a slighted subject in The Greater Journey, which chronicles the adventures of Americans in Paris....Wonderfully atmospheric."
"Review" by , "McCullough has hit the historical jackpot....A colorful parade of educated, Victorian-era American travelers and their life-changing experiences in Paris." (starred review)
"Synopsis" by , The largely untold story of Americans on the Right Bankand#151;who outnumbered the Left Bank writers and artists by ten to oneand#151;turns out to be a fascinating one. and#160;These were mostly businessmen, manufacturersand#8217; representatives, and lawyers, but also newly-minted American countesses married to dashing but cash-poor foreigners with impressive titles, though most of the women were spouses of the businessmen. Thanks to Nancy Greenand#8217;s superb archival research, this new cast of characters emerges with singular vitality. and#160;While Gertrude Stein, Hemingway, and other writers all appear here, and do so in a new light, the focus is on the men and women who settled into the gilded ghetto of the Right Bank. and#160;and#160;Greenand#8217;s story of these overseas Americans is a way of internationalizing American history (it is also a way of questioning the meaning of and#147;Americanizationand#8221; in the 20th century).and#160;

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"Synopsis" by , Now in paperback, the #1 New York Times bestseller from two-time Pulitzer Prize-winning author David McCullough — the enthralling story of the American painters, writers, sculptors, and doctors who journeyed to Paris between 1830 and 1900.

After risking the hazardous journey across the Atlantic, these Americans embarked on a greater journey in the City of Light. That they achieved so much for themselves and their country profoundly altered American history.

Elizabeth Blackwell, the first female doctor in America, was one of this intrepid band. Another was Charles Sumner, who would become the most powerful, unyielding voice for abolition in the U.S. Senate.

McCullough tells this sweeping, fascinating story with power and intimacy, bringing us into the lives of remarkable men and women.

"Synopsis" by ,
While Gertrude Stein hosted the literati of the Left Bank, Mrs. Bates-Batcheller, an American socialite and concert singer in Paris, held sumptuous receptions for the Daughters of the American Revolution in her suburban villa. History may remember the American artists, writers, and musicians of the Left Bank best, but the reality is that there were many more American businessmen, socialites, manufacturersand#8217; representatives, and lawyers living on the other side of the River Seine.and#160; Be they newly minted American countesses married to foreigners with impressive titles or American soldiers who had settled in France after World War I with their French wives, they provide a new view of the notion of expatriates.

Nancy L. Green thus introduces us for the first time to a long-forgotten part of the American overseas populationand#151;predecessors to todayand#8217;s expatsand#151;while exploring the politics of citizenship and the business relationships, love lives, and wealth (and poverty for some) of Americans who staked their claim to the City of Light. The Other Americans in Paris shows that elite migration is a part of migration tout court and that debates over and#147;Americanizationand#8221; have deep roots in the twentieth century.

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