Caroline Lee Hentz (1800–1856)
Autor de The Planter's Northern Bride
Sobre El Autor
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Obras de Caroline Lee Hentz
Lovell's folly. A novel 1 copia
Robert Graham. A novel 1 copia
Obras relacionadas
The Heath Anthology of American Literature, Volume 1 (1990) — Contribuidor, algunas ediciones — 256 copias
Etiquetado
Conocimiento común
- Nombre canónico
- Hentz, Caroline Lee
- Fecha de nacimiento
- 1800-06-01
- Fecha de fallecimiento
- 1856-02-11
- Género
- female
- Nacionalidad
- USA
- Lugares de residencia
- Lancaster, Massachusetts, USA
Chapel Hill, North Carolina, USA
Florence, Alabama, USA
Marianna, Florida, USA - Ocupaciones
- pro-slavery writer
poet
novelist
playwright - Biografía breve
- Caroline Lee Whiting married the French entomologist and educator Nicholas Marcellus Hentz in 1824 and moved to the South with him. They had 3 children and founded a girls' school together. Caroline became a popular writer whose works defended the institution of slavery. She tried to counter Harriet Beecher Stowe's depiction of the evils of slavery, claiming she knew more about it from her long residence in the South.
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- Obras
- 15
- También por
- 2
- Miembros
- 25
- Popularidad
- #508,561
- Valoración
- 3.9
- Reseñas
- 1
- ISBNs
- 18
A stranger was ushered into the parlour, where two young ladies were seated, one bonneted and shawled, evidently a morning visiter, the other in a fashionable undress, as evidently a daughter or inmate of the mansion. The latter rose with a slight inclination of the head, and requested the gentleman to take a chair. "Was Mr. Temple at home?" "No! but he was expected in directly." The young ladies exchanged mirthful glances, as the stranger drew nearer, and certainly his extraordinary figure might justify a passing sensation of mirth, if politeness and good feeling had restrained its expression. His extreme spareness and the livid hue of his complexion indicated recent illness, and as he was apparently young, the almost total baldness of his head was probably owing to the same cause. His lofty forehead was above the green shade that covered his eyes in unshadowed majesty, unrelieved by a single lock of hair, and the lower part of his face assumed a still more cadaverous hue, from the reflection of the green colour above. There was something inexpressibly forlorn and piteous in his whole appearance, notwithstanding an air of gentlemanly dignity pervaded his melancholy person. He drew forth his pocket-book, and taking out a folded paper, was about to present it to Miss Temple, who, drawing back with a suppressed laugh, said—"A petition, sir, I suppose?"—then added in a low whisper to her companion—"the poor fellow is perhaps getting up a subscription for a wig." The whisper was very low, but the stranger's shaded though penetrating eyes were fixed upon her face, and the motion of her lips assisted him in a knowledge of their sound; he replaced the paper in his pocket-book—"I am no petitioner for your bounty, madam," said he, in a voice, whose sweetness fell like a reproach on her ear, "nor have I any claims on your compassion, save being a stranger and an invalid. I am the bearer of a letter to your father, from a friend of his youth, who, even on his death-bed, remembered him with gratitude and affection; will you have the goodness to present to him my name and direction?"… (más)