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To those who go and those who come: treading on eggs — to strengthen my conGood-bye, proud world ! I'm going home. stitution. It is a long battle, this of mine,

Emerson's sojourn in his "sylvan betwixt life and death, and it is wholly home” was of the briefest duration. In uncertain to whom the game belongs. February, 1825, he went to Cambridge, and | This regimen proved efficacious. The before leaving Canterbury he had, on Sun- result of the lounging and loitering existday, April 24, 1824, made the following ence that he led was that he was soon entry in his journal: “I am beginning my able to report that he was on the mend, professional studies. In a month I shall and was beginning to look less like a monbe legally a man; and I deliberately dedi-ument and more like a man. It was at cate my time, my talents, and my hopes to this time, during his second residence at the Church.” Before taking so solemn a Divinity Hall, that Dr. Hedge made Emer. step in his existence he proceeded to son's acquaintance. He describes him as make a careful examination of his past being slow in his movements as in his and present life. He had, he thought, a speech. He would never, says Dr. Hedge, strong imagination, and consequently a through eagerness interrupt any speaker keen relish for the beauties of poetry. with whom he conversed, however preposBut his reasoning faculty was proportion- sessed with a contrary opinion; and no ately weak, nor could he ever hope to one ever saw him run. In ethics he held write a Butler's “ Analogy," or an essay very positive opinions. Here his native of Hume. Still, for all that, he saw no independence of thought was manifest. reason why he should despair of thriving “ Owe no conformity to custom,” he said, in divinity. “I inherit from my sire,” he “against your private judgment. Have said, in communing with his own spirit, no regard to the influence of your exama formality of manner and speech, but I ple, but act always from the simplest derive from him or his patriotic parent motive." a passionate love for the strains of elo- Emerson's health was so far recovered quence. I burn after the aliquid immen- that in March, 1829, he was ordained minsum infinitumque which Cicero desired: ister at Boston, and in September of the What we ardently love we learn to imi- same year he was married to Ellen Louisa tate. But the most prodigious genius, a Tucker. She was “the fairest and best seraph's eloquence, will shamefully defeat of her kind,” and Emerson was now, to its own end if it has not first won the quote his own words, “as happy as it is heart of the defender to the cause he de. safe in life to be." But “ happiness too fends."

swiftly flies,” and death had marked Ellen Whatever might be his views at other for his own. She died of consumption in periods of his life, he was now, and for February, 1832. some years to come, a convinced believer Brief, also, though not quite so brief, in the essential truths of the Christian was his connection with the church at faith. “In my frigidest moments,” he Boston. Whilst, however, it was brief, it writes under the date of June, 1827, was not undistinguished. The style and “ when I put behind me the subtler evi- the substance of his discourses were all dences, and set Christianity in the light of his own. He borrowed little from and he a piece of human history, much as Confu- owed little to other men. When he lis. cius or Solyman might regard it, I believe tened to other preachers and divines he myself immortal. The beam of the bal- was for the most part constrained to con. ance trembles to be sure, but settles always fess that the image in the pulpit was all on the right side, for otherwise all things of clay, and not of tunable metal. He look so silly.”

said to himself on such an occasion, if But before this passage was written men would avoid that general language Emerson had spent a twelve-month in the and general manner in which they strive Divinity School at Cambridge, Mass., and to hide all that is peculiar, and would say had, on October 10, 1826, been “appro.only what was uppermost in their own bated to preach ” by the Middlesex Asso- minds, after their own individual manner, ciation of Ministers. Another interval, every man would be interesting. The however, was destined to elapse before he common usage in preaching, he contended, became the minister of the Second Church was too straitened. It did not apply itself in Boston. His health gave way, and he to all the good and evil that is in the was obliged to visit the far South. On human bosom. It walked in a narıɔw his return to Cambridge, he says in a let- round; it harped on a few and ancie it ter to his brother William : "I am writing strings. It was much addicted to a few

I am living cautiously — yea, I words; it held on to phrases when the

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lapse of time had changed their meaning. tions to the Edinburgh Review, and had Accordingly, he did not seek to tread in conceived an unbounded admiration for the footsteps either of his contemporaries their author. He was determined to meet or of his predecessors. He took no man him face to face, and after overcoming as his model. He sought only to be true many obstacles, he at length succeeded in to himself and to the light that was within giving effect to his resolution. As Carhim; and his success was all the greater lyle sat despondent, one August day, a in consequence. The impression that was carriage drove to the door, and an Amerimade by his preaching has been graphi- can alighted. It was Emerson, looking cally described by Mr. Congdon in an for a wise man; the first human being, often quoted passage of “The Reminis- said Mrs. Carlyle, who had visited Dun. cences of a Journalist.” “One day there score parish on such an errand since came into our pulpit,” he writes,

6 the Noah's flood. The visit was in every way most gracious of mortals, with a face all successful, and resulted in the formation benignity, who gave out the first hymn and of a close and intimate friendship, which made the first prayer as an angel might nothing but death could destroy. The have read and prayed. Our choir was a next day Emerson made the following pretty good one, but its best was coarse entry in his journal:and discordant after Emerson's voice. I remember of the sermon only that it had

CARLISLE, in Cumberland, August 26. –I an indefinite charm of simplicity and wis- fries. A white day in my years. I found the

am just arrived in merry Carlisle from Dumdom, with occasional illustrations from youth I sought in Scotland, and good and nature, which were about the most deli-wise and pleasant he seems to me; and his cate and dainty things of the kind which I wife a most accomplished, agreeable woman. had ever heard." But it was not in the Truth and peace and faith dwell with them, pulpit any more than in the schoolhouse and beautify them. I never saw more amiablethat Emerson was to find rest for the sole ness than is in his countenance. T. C, has of his foot. He came to think that it was made up his mind to pay his taxes to William the best part of the man that revolted most and Adelaide Guelf, with great cheerfulness, against his being a minister. His good

as long as William is able to compel the payrevolted from official goodness. In order ment; and shall cease to do so the moment

he ceases to compel them. T. C. prefers to be a good minister, he said to himself, London to any other place to live in. John S. it was necessary to bear the ministry. The Mill, the best mind he knows — more purity, profession was antiquated. One seems to more force — has worked himself clear from hear him exclaiming with Milton, in the Benthamism. His only companion to speak immortal plea for the liberty of unlicensed to was the minister of Dunscore Kirk. And printing : "Give me the liberty to know, he used to go sometimes to the Kirk, and to utter and to argue freely, according to envy the poor parishioners their good faith. conscience, above all liberties." The OC- But he seldom went, and the minister had casion of his resignation of his charge at grown suspicious of them, and did not come

him Boston was a difference of opinion with his congregation as to the rite of the Carlyle, on his part, pronounced Emerson Lord's Supper, which he felt himself no one of the most lovable creatures in him. longer able conscientiously to administer. self we had ever looked on ;” and in He accordingly left the church, though he speaking to Lord Houghton of his visit he continued for years to preach whenever said : " That man came to see me : I don't a suitable opportunity presented itself. I know what brought him; and we kept him For the most part, however, the lecture one night, and then he left us. I saw him now took the place of the sermon.

go up the hill; I didn't go with him to see The loss of his young wife and the bim descend. I preferred to watch bim worry connected with the resignation of mount and vanish like an angel." his charge had told upon his health, and Emerson returned to his home across he determined to seek relief in travel. In the Atlantic, reinvigorated in health and the spring of 1833 he crossed the Atlantic, carrying with himn pleasant recollections and made the first of his three well-known of the hours he had spent in the society visits to Europe. At Rome he met M. of the greatest and best of men, Coleridge Gustave d'Eichthal, who gave him a letter and Wordsworth and Carlyle. Hence. of introduction to Carlyle, and armed with forth the entire energies of his nature this, as well as with a letter of introduc- were devoted to that which was the real tion from John Stuart Mill, he made his business of his life, lecturing and writing. famous pilgrimage to Craigenputtock. In the winter of 1835 he married Miss He had read some of Carlyle's contribu. Lydia Jackson, of Plymouth, and settled


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down for the remainder of his days in a | Massachusetts. Emerson was, properly modest little homestead of his own at Con- speaking, an iconoclast, but not of the loud, cord. Trials of the affections were still vulgar, and brawling type. “No good in store for him. His highly gifted and man,” he wrote, “ vaunts disbelief, but dearly loved brother Edward fought a only aims to put a real motive and law in stout and a gallant battle with the all-con- the place of the false ones removed.” As quering and inexorable foe, hut “the Oliver Wendell Holmes has so finely exarrow of the angel had gone too deep,” | pressed it, he was an iconoclast without and he was speedily compelled to suc- a hammer, who took down our idols from cumb. " A soul is gone,'

wrote his their pedestals so tenderly that it seemed brother, so costly and so rare that few like an act of worship.” No wonder that, persons were capable of knowing its price, after hearing one of the Transcendental and I shall have my sorrow to myself; for discources, the Methodist preacher, Father if I speak of him I shall be thought a fond Taylor, exclaimed that "it would take as exaggerator. He had the fourfold perfec- many sermons like that to convert a human tion of good sense, of genius, of grace, and soul as it would quarts of skimmed milk of virtue, as I have never seen them com- to make a man drunk;” whilst of Emerson bined.” “Clean and sweet was his life, himself he said: “He must go to heaven untempted almost; and his action on when he dies, for if he went to hell the others all-healing, uplifting, and fragrant. devil would not know what to do with him. I mourn that in losing him I have lost his But he knows no more of the religion of all, for he was born an orator, not a the New Testament than Balaam's ass did writer.' “How much I saw through his of the principles of the Hebrew grammar.' eyes! I feel as if my own were very Emerson, it will be seen, had thrown in dim.” After Edward was gone, five years his lot with the Transcendentalists, and glided smoothly and pleasantly along, and he took an active part in the promotion then another blow fell upon Emerson, in of the success of their organ, the Diul. the death of a beautiful little boy, his eld. This periodical made its appearance in est born. “Alas !” he exclaimed, “I 1840, and continued to exist for a period chiefly grieve that I cannot grieve. Dear of four years. For the first two years the boy, too precious and unique a creation to duties of editor were discharged by Miss be huddled aside into the waste and prod. Margaret Fuller; for the last by Emerson igality of things; yet his image, so gentle, himself. It was at this time that he was so rich in hope, blends easily with every brought into constant communication with happy moment, every fair remembrance, Miss Fuller, who sought, but sought in every cherished friendship of my life." vain, to establish relations of close per

In the mean time, during these five sonal intimacy with hini. In his journals years of domestic happiness, the writing he speaks of these “strange, cold-warm, and the lecturing had been making sure attractive - repelling conversations with and steady progress. His method of writ. Margaret, whom I always admire, most ing, like his modes of thought, was all his revere when I nearest see, and sometimes

He had long ago discovered that love ; yet whom I freeze, and who freezes he had nothing to do with other people's me to silence when we promise to come facts, and it was enough for him if he nearest.” “Speak to me of anything but could dispose of his own. “In writing myself," he writes to his fair correspon- . my thoughts,” he said, “ I seek no order, Ident, “and I will endeavor to make an or harmony, or result. I am not careful intelligible reply.... but tell me that I to see how they comport with other am cold or unkind, and in my most flowing thoughts and other modes; I trust them state I become a cake of ice; I can feel for that.” Herein in a measure lay his the crystals shoot and the drops solidify." strength, but herein also lay his weakness, Miss Margaret Fuller's fate was that of and he was himself fully conscious of the all other persons, outside his own family fact. “ If Minerva offered me a gift and circle and the friends of his childhood, an option,” he wrote in his journal, “ I who were brought into close relations with would say, give me continuity.' I am tired Emerson. It was the fate even of Haw. of scraps. I do not wish to be a literary thorne and of Thoreau. or intellectual chiffonnier."

In 1847 he paid his second visit to EnHis views upon religious subjects un- gland, renewing personal intercourse with derwent a process of gradual evolution, his old friends, and making the acquaintand an address which he delivered in the ance of new ones. Carlyle and his wife Divinity School of Harvard in 1838 made he found living on beautiful terms. him for the time the best-abused man in “ Nothing," he said, “could be more en


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gaging than their ways, and in her book- | name of a gentleman.". But it was in the case all his books were inscribed to her, study, and not in the political arena, that as they came, from year to year, each with Emerson felt himself to be most at home, some significant lines." He was honored and he was glad when the occasion for his with an election into the Athenæum Club intervention in politics had gone by, and during his temporary residence in En- the cause of freedom and the North had gland. There Milnes and other good men triumphed. He survived to a green old were always to be found. Milnes was the age, retaining all his faculties, with the most good-natured man in England exception of his memory, to the last. The made of sugar; he was everywhere and burning of his house called forth the active knew everything. He told of Landor that help and sympathy of his friends, and led one day, in a towering passion, he threw him to pay one last visit to England. He his cook out of the window, and then returned to his renovated home, lingered presently exclaimed, “ Good God, I never there for ten years longer, and passed thought of those poor violets !". The last away tranquilly at last on April 27, 1882. time he saw Landor he found him expa- His body rests in Sleepy Hollow, hard by tiating on our custom of eating in com- the graves of Hawthorne and of Thoreau ; pany, which he esteems very barbarous. and in his books will be found “the preHe eats alone, with half-closed windows, cious life-blood of a master spirit, embecause the light interferes with the taste. balmed and treasured up on purpose Besides meeting constantly with Milnes life beyond life.” and with Carlyle, Emerson was fortunate enough to catch occasional glimpses of other notabilities. Tennyson he met at the house of Coventry Patmore, and was

From Macmillan's Magazine. contented with him at once. He found

A TEACHER OF THE VIOLIN, him “though cultivated, quite unaffected. Quiet, sluggish sense and thought; refined,

BY J. H. SHORTHOUSE.. as all English are, and good-humored." Carlyle thought him “the best man in

AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL, England to smoke a pipe with.”

In Paris, Emerson discovered that "his WHEN, in the year 1787, I entered, at French was far from being as good as the age of nineteen, the university of the Madame de Staël's."

kingly city of Wenigstaat, I was, no doubt, On his return once again to America a very foolish young man, but I am perthe lecturing and the writing were re. fectly certain that was not a fool. I newed, and his reputation in the world of suffered not only from that necessary disletters at last became firmly established. ease which from the very nature of existIn 1841 the first series of essays had been ence it is impossible for a young man to published; but it was not until “ The escape, the regarding of life from his own Conduct of Life" appeared, in 1860, that standpoint, as a man on first coming into his works had any very considerable sale, a brilliantly lighted and crowded room Once, and once only, in his career was he must of necessity, for a few moments, be called upon to take part in the great polit- conscious of the varied scene only as it ical movements of the day. “This is ever strikes himself; but I was also to some the test of the scholar," writes Mr. Morley, extent subject to that fatuity which haunts “whether he allows intellectual fastidious. some young men, the forming of opinions ness to stand between him and the great and the giving audible expression to issues of his time.” Emerson stood the them. Notwithstanding all this, I was, at test as few other scholars have stood it, the same time, conscious of such a crowd and on the great question of negro slavery of ideas, actuated by such ideas, and his voice was raised, and gave forth no stirred to the depths of my being by the doubtful or uncertain sound. “ The last emotions and results wbich these ideas year," he said in his address to the citizens wrought upon me, that looking back with of Concord on May 3, 1851, “ the last year the impartiality which the lapse of thirty has forced us all into politics. There is years gives even to the review of one's an infamy in the air. ... The Act of self, I feel perfectly confident that I was Congress of September 18, 1850, is a law not a fool. I shall, I fear, have to describe which every one of you will break on the at some length how I came to be what I earliest occasion - a law which no man was, but I will be as short as I can. My can obey, or abet the obeying, without history would be worth nothing in itsell, loss of self-respect and forfeiture of the but it'is interwoven closely with that of some others whose personality seems to rustling oaks, the sighing and moaning me well worthy of record.

wind down the mountain valleys, spoke to I was the eldest son of the pastor of me with distinct utterance, and with a the little village of Waldreich in the sense of meaning and even of speech. wooded mountains of Bavaria. Though These sounds were more even than this; my father had a large family, and his cure they became a passion, a fascination, a was only a village one, he was not so poor haunting presence, and even a dread. as most of his order, for he had a little I can give one instance of this. Below private income derived from houses in the village and parsonage house, where Bayreuth; my mother had also some little we lived, was a beautiful meadow on the money of her own. My father was a inan banks of the swift, winding river. This of a singular patience and quietude of con- meadow was my greatest delight as a little duct. He divided his time between culti-child. At the lower end was a mill, and a vating his little garden and orchard and mill-pool and race; and around the edges preparing his sermons with elaborate care. of the pool beds of rushes had planted When, in after years, I became possessed themselves for ages, forming a thick phaof many of these beautifully written dis- lanx of waving, pointed leaves. Nothing courses, I was amazed at the patience, could exceed the fascination this sight had care, and scholarship expended upon these for me, not only when the yellow flowers addresses to a few peasants, most of whom mingled with the green stately leaves, but fell asleep during the time of hearing. I at other times of the year when I listened believe that my father's sole relaxation hour after hour to the whispering murmur and indulgence consisted in poring over through_the innumerable lances of the an old folio Terence which he possessed, reeds. But to reach this meadow it was and which, shielded amidst the mysteries necessary to pass a row of vast, lofty, of a dead language, he could read in per- straggling trees (I suppose some species fect security, without fear of scandalizing of poplar), and no words can describe his flock. Indeed it is possible that they the terror which the same wind, which regarded it as a work of deep theology, delighted me so much in the gentle mur. and perhaps they were right.

mur of its reed-music, inspired me with The little village of Waldreich lies im- when heard through these lofty, swaying mediately at the foot of the wooded hills. branches. I often, even in those early We ascended from the garden and croft of days, wondered why the music of the wind the pastor's house straight into the fir through the green rushes on the water's woods and the oak dingles that led up into edge, should have thrilled me with cheer. the mysterious and wild heights above fulness and joy, while the same wind wailinto the inists and cloud shadows-into ing through the branches of the great a land of green mountain woods rising trees high above my head crushed me against blue skies -a land of mist and with an unspeakable horror and dread. rain-showers, of the tints of rainbows span- Doubtless in this latter was the sense of ning the village, and of colored prisms of vastness and unapproachable height, inlight stealing down crag and forest dingle finite as it seemed to a little child - the - a land of rushing streams and still, sol. touch, even, of the infinite must ever be emn, dark lakes

-a land of castles upon appalling to man. distant peaks and of the faint smoke of It was in this way and by these expericharcoal-burners on the hillsides. Through mental methods that I began so early to all the varied changes of the day in this recognize the mysterious connection that romantic land, from the cheerful dawn exists between sound and human feeling. loud with the song of birds and the lowing Down the long, winding oak dingles, of cattle, to the solemn evening stillness, between the high cliffs and the wooded I passed the first few years of my life. slopes of the hills, there came to me as a The scenes around him penetrated into little child whispers and murmurs of the boy's being and formed his nature; dreams and stories of which at that time but I have no wish to become wearisome I knew nothing, and to which I could give in describing all these influences and in those early days no intelligent voice or these results minutely: There is one in meaning. But as I grew in years and fluence, however, which must be dwelt listened to the talk of nurse and peasant, upon if the story is to be told at all, for it and of village lads and children, and heard was the leading influence of my life - the from them the legends of elf kings and

influence of sound. From a very little maidens and wild hunters of the forest, child I was profoundly impressed by the weird and fantastic indeed, yet still sounds of nature; the rushing water, the strangely instinct with human wants and

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