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| Rudolf Eickemeyer Evelyn Nesbit 1901 platinum print National Museum of American History, Washington DC |
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| Rudolf Eickemeyer Evelyn Nesbit 1901 platinum print National Museum of American History, Washington DC |
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| Rudolf Eickemeyer Evelyn Nesbit 1901 platinum print National Museum of American History, Washington DC |
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| Rudolf Eickemeyer Evelyn Nesbit 1901 platinum print National Museum of American History, Washington DC |
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| Rudolf Eickemeyer Evelyn Nesbit 1901 platinum print National Museum of American History, Washington DC |
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| Rudolf Eickemeyer Evelyn Nesbit 1901 platinum print National Museum of American History, Washington DC |
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| Rudolf Eickemeyer Evelyn Nesbit 1901 platinum print National Museum of American History, Washington DC |
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| Rudolf Eickemeyer Evelyn Nesbit 1901 platinum print National Museum of American History, Washington DC |
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| Rudolf Eickemeyer Evelyn Nesbit ca. 1901 hand-colored photoprint (postcard derived from platinum print) Archives of American Art, Washington DC |
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| Rudolf Eickemeyer Evelyn Nesbit 1901 platinum print National Museum of American History, Washington DC |
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| Rudolf Eickemeyer Evelyn Nesbit 1901 platinum print National Museum of American History, Washington DC |
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| Rudolf Eickemeyer Evelyn Nesbit 1901 platinum print National Museum of American History, Washington DC |
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| Rudolf Eickemeyer Evelyn Nesbit 1901 platinum print National Museum of American History, Washington DC |
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| Rudolf Eickemeyer Evelyn Nesbit 1901 platinum print National Museum of American History, Washington DC |
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| Rudolf Eickemeyer Evelyn Nesbit 1901 platinum print National Museum of American History, Washington DC |
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| Rudolf Eickemeyer Evelyn Nesbit 1901 platinum print National Museum of American History, Washington DC |
from The Consolation of Philosophy
All men, throughout the peopled earth
From one sublime beginning spring;
All from one source derive their birth
The same their parent and their king.
At his command proud Titan glows,
And Luna lifts her horn on high;
His hand this earth on man bestows,
And strews with stars the spangled sky.
From her high seats he drew the soul,
And in this earthly cage confin'd;
To wond'ring worlds produc'd the whole,
Essence divine with matter join'd.
Since then alike all men derive
From God himself their noble race,
Why should the witless mortals strive
For vulgar ancestry and place?
Why boast their birth before his eyes,
Who holds no human creature mean;
Save him whose soul enslav'd to Vice,
Deserts her nobler origin?
– Boethius (AD 476-524), translated by Samuel Johnson and Hester Thrale (ca. 1765)
*lines in italics written by Mrs. Thrale