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how they can enjoy anything. But they allow him to hear my lecture. Nothing do enjoy what they see, and they carry of the kind!"I am sorry," he said, away a great many photographs, not "but you don't mind my sitting here in only in their albums, but in their mem- your library till you come back ?" And. ory also. The fact is that they gen- true enough, there I found him when I erally come well prepared, and know came home after an hour, and he was beforehand what they want to see; delighted to me again. Some and, after all, there are limits to every months after I had my reward in a thing. If we have only a quarter of an most charming account of an interview hour to look at the Madonna di San with Professor Max Müller, published Sisto, may not that short exposure give in an American journal. This power of us an excellent negative in our mem- observation which these interviewers, ory, if only our brain is sensitive, and and to a certain extent most American the lens of our eyes clear and strong? travellers, seem to possess, is highly The Americans, knowing that their valuable, and as most of us cannot hope time is limited, make certainly an ex- to have more than a few hours to see cellent use of it, and

to carry such monumeuts as St. Peter or Santa away more than many travellers who Sophia, or such giants as Tennyson or stand for hours with open mouths be- Browning, we ought to take a leaf out fore a Raphael, and in the end know of the book of our American friends, no more of the picture than of the and try to acquire some of their pace frame. It requires sharp eyes and a and go.

? strong will to see much in a short time. And then, America does not send us Some portrait painters, for instance, interviewers only, but nearly all their catch a likeness in a few minutes; oth- most eminent men and their most ers sit and sit, and stare and stare, and charming women pay us the complialter and alter, and never perceive the ment of coming over to their old coun. really characteristic points in a face. try. They generally cannot give

It is the same with the American in- more than a few days, or it may be a terviewer. I do not like him, and I few hours only; and in that short space think he ought at all events to tell us we also have to learn how to measure that we are being interviewed. Even them, how to appreciate and love them. ancient statues protected now It has to be done quickly, or not at all. against snap-shots in the museums of Living at Oxford, I have had the good antiquities. But with all that I cannot fortune of receiving visits from Emerhelp admiring him. His skill, in the son, Dr. Wendell Holmes, and Lowell, cases where I have been under his scal- to speak of the brightest stars only. pel or before his brush, has certainly Each of them stayed at our house for been extraordinary, and several of several days, so that I could take them them seem to have seen in my house, in at leisure, while others had to be in my garden, in my library, and in my taken at one gulp, often between one face, what I myself had never detected train and the next. Oxford has a great there, and all that in about half an attraction for all Americans, and it is hour. I remember one visit, however, a pleasure to see how completely at which was rather humiliating. An home they feel in the memories of the American gentleman (I did not know place. The days when Emerson, Wenthat he was interviewing me) had been dell Holmes, and Lowell were staying sitting with me for a long time, asking with us, the breakfasts and luncheons, all sorts of questions and making evi- the teas and dinners, and the delightful dently a trignometrical survey of my- walks through college halls, chapels .self and my surroundings. At last and gardens are possessions forever. I had to tell him that I was sorry I had Emerson, I am grieved to say, when to go, as I had to deliver a lecture. As during his last visit to England he he seemed so interested in my work I spent some days with us, accompanied naturally expected he would ask me to and watched over by his devoted






daughter, was already on the brink of him had grappled with them. And this that misfortune which overtook him in was perhaps the best for him and for his old age. His memory often failed us. His freshness and his courage rehim, but as through a mist the bright mained undamped by the failures of and warm sun of his mind was always others, and his directness of judgment shining, and many of his questions and and poetical intuition had freer scope answers have remained engraved in in his rhapsodies than it would have my memory, weak and shaky as that had in learned treatises. I do not wontoo begins to be. I had forgotten that der that philosophers by profession had Emerson had ceased to be an active nothing to say to his essays because preacher, and I told him that I rather they did not seem to advance their faenvied him the opportunity of speaking vorite inquiries beyond the point they now and then to his friends and neigh- had reached before. But there bors on subjects on which we can sel- many people, particularly in America, dom speak except in church. He then to whom these rhapsodies did told me not only what he had told oth- good than any learned disquisitions or ers, that "he had had enough of it,” but carefully arranged sermons. There is he referred to an episode in his life, or in them what attracts us so much in rather in that of his brother, which the ancients, freshness, directness, selfstruck me as very significant at the confidence, unswerving loyalty to truth, time. “There was ecclesiastical as far as they could see it. He had no leaven in our family," he said. “My one to fear, no one to please. Socbrother and I were both meant for the rates or Plato, if suddenly brought to ministry in the Unitarian community. life again in America, might have My brother was sent by my father to spoken like Emerson, and the effect Germany (I believe to Göttingen), and produced by Emerson was certainly after a thorough study of theology was like that produced by Socrates in olden returning to America. On the voyage times. home the ship was caught in a violent What Emerson's personal charm gale, and all hopes of saving it and the must have been in earlier life we can lives of the passengers was given up. only conjecture from the rapturous At that time my brother said his praises bestowed on him by his friends, prayers, and made a vow that if his life even during his lifetime. A friend of should be spared he would never his who had watched Emerson and his preach again, but give up theology alto- work and his ever increasing influence, gether and earn an honest living in declares without hesitation that "the some other way. The ship weathered American nation is more indebted to the storm, my brother's life was saved, his teaching than to any other person and, in spite of all entreaties, he kept who has spoken or written

his his vow. Something of the same kind themes during the last twenty years." may have influenced me," he added; He calls his genius "the measure and “anyhow, I felt that there was better present expansion of the American work for me to do than to preach from mind.” And his influence was not conthe pulpit.” And so, no doubt, there fined to the American mind. I have was for this wonderfully gifted man, watched it growing in England. I still particularly at the time and in the remember the time when even experiplace where he lived. A few years' enced judges spoke of his essays study at Göttingen might have been mere declamations, as poetical rhapsouseful to Emerson by showing him the dies, as poor imitations of Carlyle. track followed by other explorers of Then gradually one man after another the unknown seas of religion and phi- found something in Emerson which losophy, but he felt in himself the was not to be found in Carlyle, partic. force to grapple with the great prob- ularly his loving heart, his tolerant lems of the world without going first spirit, his comprehensive sympathy to school to learn how others before with all that was or was meant to be



good and true, even though to his own as yet the fulness of the Divine Logoi, mind it was neither the one nor the they represent at least the advancing other.

steps by which alone the human mind After a time some more searching could reach, and will reach at last, the critics were amazed at sentences which ideas of the Divine Mind. spoke volumes, and showed that Emer- Thus one pregnant sentence of Emerson, though he had never written a sys- son's shows, when we examine it more tematic treatise on philosophy, stood on closely, that he had seen deeper into a firm foundation of the accumulated the mysteries of nature, and of the huphilosophic thought of centuries. Let man mind, than thousands of philosous take such a sentence as “Generaliza phers, call them evolutionists or nomtion is always a new influx of divinity inalists. Evolutionists imagine that into the mind-hence the thrill that at they have explained everything that tends."

requires explanation in nature if they To the ordinary reader such a sen- have shown a more or less continuous tence can convey very little; it might development from the moneres to man seem, in fact, a mere exaggeration. from the thrills of the moneres to the But to those who know the long history thought of man. Nominalists again of thought connected with the question think that by ascending from the single of the origin of conceptual thought as to the general, and by comprehending the result of ceaseless generalization, the single under a general name, they Emerson's words convey the outcome have solved all the questions involved of profound thought. They show that in nature, that is, in our comprehension he had recognized in general ideas, of nature. They never seem to rememwhich are to us merely the result of a ber that there was a time when all that never ceasing synthesis, the original we call either single or general, but thoughts or logoi underlying the im. particularly all that is general, had for mense variety of created things; that the first time to be conceived or he had traced them back to their only ated. Before there was a single tree, possible source, the Divine mind, and some one must have thought the tree that he saw how the human mind, by or treehood. Before there was a single rising from particulars to the general, ape, or a single man, some one must was in reality approaching the source have thought that apehood or that of those divine thoughts, and thus be manhood which we realized in coming conscious, as it were, of the in- every ape and in every man, unless we flux of divinity. Other philosophers can bring ourselves to believe in have expressed similar thoughts by thoughtless world. If that first thought saying that induction is the light that was the concept of a

moneres, leads us up, deduction the light that still in that thought there must have leads us down. Mill thought that gen- been the distant perspective of ape or eralization is a mere process of mother- man, and it is that first thought alone wit of the shrewd and untaught intelli- which to the present day keeps the ape gence; and that, from one narrow point an ape, and a man a man. Divine is of view, it is so, has been proved since hardly a name good enough for that by an analysis of language. Every first thinker of thoughts. Still, it is word is a generalization, and contains that Divinity which Emerson meant in itself a general idea, the so-called when he said that generalization is alroot. These first generalizations are, ways a new influx of divinity into the no doubt, at first the work of mother- mind, because it reveals to the mind wit and untaught intelligence only, and the first thoughts, the Divine Logoi, of hence the necessity of constantly cor- the universe. The thrill of which he recting them, whether by experience or speaks is the thrill arising from the by philosophy. But these words are nearness of the Divine, the sense of nevertheless the foundation of all later the presence of those Divine Logoi, or thought, and if they have not reached that Divine Logos, which in the begin.







ning was with God, and without which out with Marlowe's Tamburlaine, "How not anything was made that was made. now, ye pampered jades of Asia!" One Evolution can never be more than the thing in the discussion has struck me a second act; the first act is the volition good deal, and that is, the crude notion or the thought of the universe, unless

which intelligent men have of the migrawe hold that there can be

tion of tribes. I think most men's concep

effect without a cause, or a Kosmos without tion of distance is very much a creature of

maps—which make Crim Tartary and a Logos.

England not more than a foot apart, so Such utterances, lost almost in the that the feat of the old rhyme—“to dance exuberance of Emerson's thoughts, out of Ireland into France," looks easy. mark the distinction between They seem to think that the shifting of thoughtful and a shallow writer, be- habitation was accomplished like a modern tween a scarred veteran and a smooth journey by rail, and that the emigrants recruit. They will give permanence to wouldn't need tools by the way or would Emerson's influence both at home and buy them at the nearest shop after their abroad, and place him in the ranks of

arrival. There is nothing the ignorant those who have not lived or thought in

and the poor cling to so tenaciously as vain. When he left my house, I knew, ible things are brought every day to

their familiar household utensils. Incredof course, that we should never meet America in the luggage of emigrantsagain in this life, but I felt that I had things often most cumbrous to carry and gained something that could never be utterly useless in the new home. Families taken from me.

that went from our seaboard to the West Another eminent American who often a century ago, through an almost impenehonored my quiet home at Oxford was trable wilderness, carried with them all James Russell Lowell, for time their domestic pots and pans-even those, United States minister in England. He I should be willing to wager, that needed was a professor and at the same time a

the tinker. I remember very well the politician and a man of the world.

starting of an expedition from my native Few essays are so brimful of interest- under the lead of a captain of great energy

town of Cambridge in 1831, for Oregon, ing facts and original reflections as his and resource. They started in wagons essays entitled "Among my Books.” ingeniously contrived so as to be taken to His “Biglow Papers,” which made pieces, the body forming a boat for crosshim one of the leading men in the ing rivers. They carried everything they United States, appeal naturally to could think of with them, and got safely American rather than to Cosmopolitan to the other side of the continent, as hard readers. But in society he was at home a job, I fancy, as our Aryan ancestors had iņ England as much as in America, in

to do. There is hardly a family of EnSpain as well as in Holland.

glish descent in New England that doesn't I came to know him first as a spark- cherish as an heirloom, something brought ling correspondent, and then as a de- and fifty years ago. And beside the mo

over by the first ancestors two hundred lightful friend.

tive of utility there is that also of sentiHere is the letter which began our ment-particularly strong in the case of an intimacy:

old tool.

Faithfully yours, Legacion de los Estados Unidos

J. R. LOWELL. de America en España,

18 Jan. 1880. Lowell's conversation was inexhaustI read with great satisfaction what you ible, his information astonishing. wrote about jade. One is tempted to cry Pleasant as he was, even as an antago

1 I had written some articles in the Times to nist, he would occasionally lose his temshow that when we meet with jade tools in coun- per and use very emphatic language. I tries far removed from the few mines in which was once sitting next to him when I jade is found, we must admit that they were carred along as precious heirlooms by the earliest the words of their language, from their original emigrants from Asia to Europe, by the same peo- homes to the shores of the Mediterranean, to Ice. ple who carried the tools of their mind, that is, land, to Ireland, and in the end to America.

heard him stagger his neighbor, a equally so. After he had written the young lady, by bursting out with, "But above verses for my wife, my young madam, I do not accept your major daughter Beatrice (now Mrs. Colyer premiss!" Poor thing, she evidently Fergusson) asked him, as young ladies was not accustomed to such language, are wont to do, for a few lines for berand not acquainted with that terrible self. He at once resumed his pen and term. She collapsed, evidently quite at wrote:a loss as to what gift on her part Mr. Lowell declined to accept.

O'er the wet sands an insect crept Sometimes even the most harmless

Ages ere man on earth was known

And patient Time, while Nature slept, remark about America would call forth

The slender tracing turned to stone. very sharp replies from him. Everybody knows that the salaries paid by 'Twas the first autograph: and ours? America to her diplomatic staff are Prithee, how much of prose or song, insufficient, and no one knew it better In league with the Creative powers, than he himself. But when the remark Shall 'scape Oblivion's broom so long? was made in his presence that the

In great haste, United States treated their diplomatic

Faithfully yours, representatives stingily, he fired up,

J. R. LOWELL. and discoursed most eloquently on the 24th June, 1886. advantages of high thoughts and hum

I lost the pleasure of shaking hands ble living. His cleverness and readiness in writing occasional verses have with Longfellow during his stay in Enbecome proverbial, and I am glad to be gland. Though I have been more of a able to add two more to the many

fixture at Oxford than most professors, jeux d'esprit of this brilliant and ami. I was away during the vacation when able guest.

he paid his visit to our university, and

thus lost seeing a poet to whom I felt Had I all tongues Max Müller knows,

strongly attracted, not only by the I could not with them altogether

general spirit of his poetry, which was Tell half the debt a stranger owes

steeped in German thought, but as the Who Oxford sees in pleasant weather.

translator of several of my father's

poems. The halls, the gardens, and the quads, I was more fortunate with Dr. Wen. There's nought can match them on this dell Holmes. His arrival in England planet,

had been proclaimed beforehand, and Smiled on by all the partial gods

one naturally remained at home in Since Alfred (if 'twas he) began it:

order to be allowed to receive him. His But more than all the welcomes warm,

hundred days in England were one unThrown thick as lavish hands could toss

interrupted triumphal progress. When 'em,

he arrived at Liverpool he found about Why, they'd have wooed in winter-storm three hundred invitations waiting for One's very umbrella-stick to blossom! him. Though he was accompanied by

a most active and efficient daughter, he Bring me a cup of All Souls' ale,

had at once to engage a secretary to Better than e'er was bought with siller, answer this deluge of letters. And To drink (O may the vow prevail)

though he was past eighty, he never The health of Max' and Mrs. Müller!

spared himself, and was always ready

to see and to be seen. He was not only Abundant as was his wit in the true

an old, but a ripe and mellow man. sense of that word, his kindness

There was no subject on which one

could touch which was not familiar to 1 “Professor" I would fain have said,

the autocrat at the breakfast table. But the pinched line would not admit it, And where the nail submits its head,

His thoughts and his words were There must the hasty hammer hit it)! ready, and one felt that it was not for


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